#tags are like parenthesis for a post

[actuallycherub]

Something that I see in ao3 and tumblr that I DEEPLY missed on other platforms: how the platform uses tags. Tags, on other platforms, are used as a way to boost your posts in the *gags* algorithm 🤢 and possibly to help users find posts on a particular topic. But tumblr? Yes, organize your posts and make them searchable. But the tags, first and foremost, are for your silly little thoughts. Where do people put their goofy lil ideas down? Their absurd little musings? They’re putting that in the comments!? Duetting just to react?!? Clogging up a post with their ideas for EVERYONE to see?

[residentialsinyomakai]

Hello hello!!! Guess what. Yokai art dump below the cut!! So cool and shiny wow

Its true, I do >u<

I'll try and section these and give the usual explanations below! Image ID for more drawing specific inksplanation.

Click for full image! Since a lotta these are weirdly shaped they were cut off....augh...

McKraken and Maddiman related doodlesssss they're some of my faves <3 i will always love them even if they're not my focus characters atm (well. McKraken kinda is rn but also Babblong so YAY)

Misc. Yokai and ocs! The frog is Kerosque, the guy w the swirly pompadour thing is Swiss, and the monkey is Romono (although he's a Regretevator OC from FOREVER ago, he's still my son <33)

SWISS STUFF RAUGHHHH ! inconsistent style will be APPARENT here try not to notice shuhhhhhgh

Height for main yokai in my AU/on Casp's team! (In the anime it's just primary summons then wwwww)

Some yokai practice/design hcs bc my friend asked!! I was so happy to share 🤭 LOVE YOU CHERCHERRRR

Some of my little guys once more! Rawry' prob one of my faves yokai to draw, easy and fun to do show-accurate or stylized.

OCSSSSSS. AND BADDINYAN. MY EVIL CAT <3333 the guy next to the frog in the middle is an oc idea but idk for what yet =▽=

AUGH. THERES AN IMAGE LIMIT? Well in case you're wondering it's 30....post the rest after I get tomorrow's doodles. See you then and thank you for looking at and reading about my arts!

[lonelydipshit]

How tf do I tell if the pit in my stomach is from dehydration, loneliness or anxiety/dread???

Like genuinely all 3 of these things feel the exact same to me

[waywardsalt]

bellum x linebeck chapter summary drafts that won those polls:

chapter 8

chapter 14

chapter 20

[nygleskas]

have i ever shared the jermstone (ish) lore where after s1 ends and gideon leaves for haiti without fully explaining to me why (the 'why' is to atone for his sins of trying to blackmail his family which he Also kept from me 😭), i dye my hair (yknow black/pink) bc yknow. normal emo persons reaction after a "break up" (not even together at that point). idk i just think that's funny. oh and after he comes back and we reconnect and i hang out w his family again, pontius seeing me w dyed hair inspires him to start bleaching his hair (100% against his parents wishes btw). and we become friends yayy.

[painless-innit-colourful]

you made Thalia. where is the list of Thalia content /nf

how long has this been sat in here. whoops. anyway gimme like two minutes

[catgirlsp0ck]

gonna start an honor mode playthrough soon, and i think i want to romance wyll ! i already have a playthrough romancing him (astarion origin) but i want to see his romance with durge. (and i want to see if killing karlach changes anything even tho I will be heartbroken having to kill my wife) i was gonna have wyll in my party anyway bc my tactician playthrough is going very well and i have him multiclassing with 2 levels in warlock and the rest in bard (song of rest comes in very handy) and in that playthrough (which is my first and so far only tactician run and i still haven't beat it yet, so its very ambitious of me to start an honor mode game but whatever lol) i have karlach and lae'zel with me, im playing as a rogue so i don't need astarion with me to lockpick everything lol. and wyll is my only spellcaster which has been going great bc i dont need to long rest so often ! for honor mode, i'll probably do the same multiclass for wyll and i think i'll have lae'zel and astarion with me. :P wow i just rambled on way too much just to say im going to romance wyll again lmao oops 💀💀💀

[chuumeows]

I say this everytime and never do it but MAYBE I should start actually using tumblr, also this acc is pretty new that's good Weird People follow me on my other ones (my ex) (his friends)

[kangyeosaang]

I need u to know I scroll through your blog every day like I’m reading the morning paper to see btob updates (and also ateez comeback stuff) and I just want you to know I appreciate u 🖤

Also your gifs are mf gorgeous like 👩‍🍳✨ the talent

oh anon you wouldn'T BELIEVE how happy this made me!! every morning (and every hour basically lol) i go to twt.. lose my mind... come back here to post about these silly little men ssjkhdf i'm just glad someone is finding some happiness in it too <333 oh and also thank u for the second part hehe 💕💕

[daniel-nerd]

I should try that

rulingruling

[cabi-leodrann]

hi!! hello!! I've read throw the thab comic this morning and it got me audible gasping and saying "my god it's so good why is it so good it's" out loud, absolute 10/10 reading experience thank you thank you you made my day honestly

my question is this – is there anything you'd like to infodump about in thab au (characters, lamb's past, wordbuilding details, that fact that narinder's third eye seems to be much more emotional and honest than narinder himself)? I've skimmed through tags and didn't find that mush info (outside the comic itself) and im very intrigued, so maybe you'd like to share anything! it would be cool!! if not that's cool too, i hope you have a good day<3

hrvnuhrg Thank you so much! I can't wait for the comic to continue and see yours and everybody else's reaction =D And even then, it's a bonus, knowing you like the project is already very cool ngl For the info-dump! A lot of what you put in parenthesis will be brought up in the comic, and I'm the kind of mf that likes to keep surprises >=3

BUT

I can give you THaB's cast! Not everyone is here, because some characters are not very important and/or not very developed. As a bonus tho, you'll get everyone's name in the Lamb's conlang I made =D

COtL characters:

Lamb and Nari! The two most important characters of the comic! Since the bullshit revolve around their relationship. No anecdote for them, because everything can be spoiler-

It comes as a surprise to no one I think, but the bishops will be there =D Fun fact, in this image, I put them from younger to older, based on one of the co-writter (@wowowhy) head-canon that the more eyes the bishops have, the older the are! Making Narinder the middle child-

Mystic Seller, Claunek and Ratau wont be seen very often! They'll have more of a technical roles in the story. Giving key information, giving state of things. But I try to keep wiggle room in the writing, so things might change!

THaB characters:

Lamb's disciples! Put from older to youngest. Salky is Lamb's right hand. She was the Hathor demon in Nari's fight! Loki loves to look for frogs from time to time. Deimos sometime sneak some alcohol from his bar-tending job. Pixie likes to drink a cup of tea when she get the time. Nimwé goes to the cemetery pretty often to change the flowers of the graves.

Have some of the followers we'll see! Litsy loves everyone (to everyone's dismay). We saw him as an Orcus demon during Narinder's fight! Purna likes how lively her kitchen get when it's time to prepare dinner. We saw her as a Vesta demon earlier! Nysus is the self appointed resource manager of the flock. But some people would just call them a thief. Meralon, the flock undertaker, he is also Gérard drinking buddy. Gérard is the unluckiest person you could ever found in the Land of the Old Faith, which makes him a very good janitor.

I might reblog this post to put more characters in the future, stay tuned!

[terresdebrume]

Work is kinda hectic rn, my knees are NOT liking how much traveling between floors I have to do, and I am missing sleep like crazy so my WIPs are staying largely untouched but I HAD to push out this concept for a maybe-someday fic in the I'm down on my knees universe

Written for the free square day of @painlandweek . Have some hurt/comfort ft Charles and how he feels about his mum. Also belatedly tagging @ghostinthelibrarywrites bc I think you'll enjoy it and I accidentally posted a thing that was meant to stay a draft again xD

Charles is sitting on the doorstep. It's almost eight PM on a weeknight, Edwin is just back from a fun-study session—which is really just Maren's way of saying she wants beer with her textbooks—tired, brain swimming with texts of law, and more than a little tipsy... And Charles Rowland is sitting on his doorstep. His building's doorstep. The difference is irrelevant.

Caught off guard, Edwin blinks, and stares at Charles.

He is curled up on the ground, spine back in that parenthesis shape it had back in school. His elbows are on his knees, hands buried into the hair at the back of his neck, his eyes closed. Edwin takes in the tension in Charles' shoulders, the way the fading sunlight catches the green vines tattooed on his left forearm, the slow, deliberate depth of movement around his ribcage, and decides against calling out to him. Instead, Edwin walks up to him until Charles can no longer ignore the footsteps, and waits for him to speak.

"Hi," Charles says, muffled, from between his elbows.

"Hi," Edwin replies, chest twisting when the last hope he had that Charles was just a bit tired evaporates like rhum from a flambé.

He steps forward again, then ignores the fresh layer of summer dust on the steps and sits down next to Charles, deliberately picking a position that makes their hips and shoulders touch. Charles leans into it immediately, turning a light contact into solid pressure, and Edwin sighs. Things could be worse.

"I did not expect you tonight," Edwin prompts, trying to make himself as gentle as he can.

Tuesday nights are when Charles and Niko's dance classes take place. Edwin has never known either of them to miss one, so Charles' presence here is one more sign that whatever is going on is not to be taken lightly. As if to confirm Edwin's suspicions, Charles sighs, and mumbles:

"I ran into my mum."

Edwin freezes. For some reason, in the few months since he and Charles reunited, it never quite clicked for him that Charles' parents, for all that Charles hasn't had any contact with them for nearly eight years now, exist in the same world they do. London is such a large, dense city, it is easy to make your life in a corner of it and never step outside its boundaries. Edwin's parents certainly treat Kensington like an insular country only worth leaving for the richer shores of Mayfair, when they deign to visit the capital at all. Just like Edwin and Charles existed less than ten minutes away from each other for months without having a clue, the possibility of him running into Mr. or Mrs. Rowland by accident did not even cross Edwin's mind. Nor Charles', from the look of things.

"That must have been a shock," Edwin says.

He does not know enough to infuse more feelings into his response. Charles, for all that he shares his smiles, his affections and the chief of his worldly possessions freely, has remained incredibly tight lipped about his past. The summary of what Edwin knows of Charles' youth is quite easy to make.

Fact the first: at the age of sixteen, not one term into his stay at St. Hilarion's School for Boys, Charles Rowland jumped into a pool full of a deadly allergy trigger to save Edwin's life.

Fact the second: for the remainder of that school year, Charles endeavoured to make Edwin's life as painless as possible. His presence remains, by far, the brightest highlight of Edwin's adolescence.

Fact the third: at the age of seventeen, or near enough, Charles ran away from what he described as a bad home situation exactly once and proceeded never to mention again. It is Edwin's understanding that Charles may have escaped with nothing but the clothes on his back that day.

Two of those facts, Edwin knows because he was a direct witness to them, and the third was only shared with him because he accidentally made it an implicit condition to renewing his acquaintance with Charles.

Charles Rowland is not an emotional sharer, and Edwin is sort of at a loss.

"Yeah," Charles mumbles after a beat. "It was a bloody shock alright."

Edwin bites on his bottom lip, resisting the urge to push his fists together.

"Would you like to talk about it?" He asks, hoping his voice conveys the appropriate mixture of care and caution.

Charles shrugs, sniffing and rubbing his face against one of his forearms. Edwin bites his lip a little harder, and cautiously raises his right hand to place it on Charles' back. He feels and sees the muscles tense, Charles arching his back like an angry cat for the half second it takes Edwin to take his hand back.

"I apologize," he says, hand hovering uselessly above Charles' shoulder blades, "I wanted—"

"Neck's fine," Charles mumbles, low enough that Edwin almost misses it.

He swallows thickly, pausing when the upstairs neighbors walk by with puzzled faces. Edwin doesn't quite glare at them but it's a near thing, and he turns back to Charles the second they're out of view.

"Alright," he says. "Neck, then."

He only touches two fingers to the nape of Charles' neck at first, trying to keep it light, but that makes Charles tense again so he changes to a more present grip, palm flat and only just brushing with the edge of Charles' hair. Charles doesn't move into it this time, but he doesn't flinch away either. Edwin feels Charles take a deep, soundless breath, like a swimmer before a dive, and braces.

"I. She asked how I was," he exhales at last, and the wind rushes out of Edwin's lungs with a punched out sound. "I haven't seen her in over seven years and she—"

Charles takes a shuddering breath, sharp and painful sounding, and his voice sounds utterly broken when he says:

"He used to beat me up, you know."

Edwin, who hadn't known but kept the possibility in his mind like a bad thorn, bites down on a sympathetic hiss and leans a little harder against Charles instead, stretching so he can lean his forehead against the back of Charles' skull.

"Charles, I'm so sorry," he murmurs, free hand grasping around until it can find the jut of Charles' left knee, and wrap his fingers around it, squeezing with as much reassurance as he can muster.

He wishes, abruptly, that he'd thought to take Charles inside before he started this talk. They both deserve better than the front step of Edwin's building, where another pair of neighbors gawks at them as they walk past. Yet, now that they're here, Edwin wouldn't cut Charles off for all the gold in the world. He fears with an intensity he didn't know he was capable of, that interrupting Charles now would send him back into his usual reserve, and Edwin knows with absolute certainty that he will go to great lengths to prevent that from happening.

"She never—every time he did it," Charles says, almost choking on the words, "she'd just stand—she didn't do anything! And now—now she—"

A long fit of coughing cuts Charles off, wracking his body and shaking Edwin's head even as he tightens his hold on Charles, as if he could make up for his childhood with how much he loves him.

"I'm so sorry," he tells Charles. "You deserved so much better."

Charles' cough subsides, melting into shuddering, soundless sobs that Edwin wants to take into his ribs and hide from the rest of the world. He straightens up and, as gently as he can, guides Charles to lean against him harder until his frame his half cradled in Edwin's arms.

"It's not bloody fair," Charles manages between sobs, gulping air like he's drowning, shaking against Edwin.

Edwin breathes in, tears crowding at the corner of his eyes, and holds Charles closer. He wishes, so desperately, that he could love him enough to erase the past and make all the pain go away.

"I love you," he says instead, recklessly, pressing a kiss into the side of Charles' hair. "I know it doesn't make anything better, but I love you."

They sit like this for a long time, Charles crying and Edwin rocking him lightly like a child, until things finally calm down enough that Charles is ready to go upstairs for tea. They drink it out of the blue mugs Monty bought when he and Edwin moved in, quietly sitting on the couch in one of those strange bubbles of relieved fragility that comes after a crisis. For a long while, they sit in silence on Edwin's couch.

Then Charles sighs, long and tired, and leans sideways until he can rest his head on Edwin's shoulder, one arm looping around his waist.

"I love you too, mate," he sighs, making Edwin freeze. "And it does make things better that you love me."

Edwin, his heart singing from Charles' declaration and bleeding from the way he meant it, nods, and drinks his tea.

[spikemuths-heartnsoul]

my mum got me a phone cuz im startin' a new year of school soon. so now i got an account on here

name's not important cuz i don't like it. but call me rattata girl again n i'll kick you where it hurts (edit) someone on here asked to call me linoone, so. if you wanna use that, that works

i ain't got pokémon yet. soon as i catch one i'll update with my trainer card n whatever

here's a pic of me

sorry post's short. not much else to say. uh, i mean. i like music. like to sing. so there's that. an' i'm 13

thanks for reading i guess

(uughhhhh guess who. @coldslaws again hiiii

(themes/cws to look out for; struggling with gender identity (piers not mentioning pronouns was deliberate), child abuse/neglect & bullying, and poverty. all major triggers will be tagged as "(trigger) cw". not gonna be a total downer blog though! i'll try to balance the happy and sad)

so here's piers shortly before his trainer journey begins yippee!!! he's a sad little guy please be nice to him. or don't. yahoo! feel free to also check out my behind the scenes rp ramble blog, @coldslaws-gear-station

(anyone can interact! canon, oc, eeby, sapient pkm, etc. you don't have to ask before engaging with me! but if you want a story driven rp thread please dm me first)

(obviously piers is a minor, so dont be weird)

(ooc in parenthesis)

(pelipper mail: on

musharna magic/malice: on

magic anon: off

ic anon hate: on)

(tags to check out;

a humble song☆ - answered asks

shout☆ - posts with art

weeping - piers's venting)

[official-time-loop-posts]

Welcome to Official Time Loop Posts!

This is a gimmick blog dedicated to finding & reblogging posts relating to time loops.

General warning for unreality across all posts here. It will not be tagged, so proceed at your own risk.

If you see a post you think belongs on the blog, tag me! I’m just one person, there’s a good chance that I haven’t seen the post. (If I have already reblogged the post, I’ll just ignore the tag.) My main is @raynestormss, and my pronouns are they/them.

Fandom specific posts are allowed, however fanfiction will not be featured here.

Note: Please do not send links via anonymous asks. Your ask will be deleted & the link will be ignored.

Tag guide:

#official time loop post - a post relating to time loops.

#not a time loop post - anything that isn’t a reblog of a post relating to time loops (asks, updates, etc).

#asks - an ask that has been answered.

#time loop recommendations - an ask that recommends a piece of time loop related media. If the media you’re recommending has previously been recommended, your ask will be ignored.

#[username] - every post reblogged will include the username of the op in the tags for easier searching.

#[fandom] - if a post is specific to a fandom, the fandoms name will be tagged.

Any tags in parenthesis (like this) are extra notes added by me.

FAQ:

What’s your favorite time loop story?

Currently that spot goes to Chonny’s Charming Chaos Compendium. I’ve talked more about it here if you’d like to hear me ramble about it :)

[olderthannetfic]

With the Wattpad purge, a little discussion started in a group I admin. Started by me, mostly, because... is it wrong of me to expect Wattpad refugees to search and learn by themselves how to use the Archive?

I mean, the answer to that is "no" when you have common sense and know that it is bad to expect everything, as we in Mexico say, peladito y a la boca.

It all started because is SO NOTORIOUS that a fic was uploaded by a Wattpad refugee, at least that in the Spanish speaking community. What tells it is: fandom and ship between parenthesis in the title, tags without spaces and with the # at the start, list of "warnings" in the description as well as a disclaimer of some kind, most commonly "plagarize prohibited".

Someone posted a screenshoot of a fic like that and said "you know this is a wattpad refugee LOL". Other people also laughed, but one person said "don't make fun of it, just teach them how to use the site". And I responded to that person with a "why are you putting all the responsability on ME and to the people who know how to use it, but not on THEM?"

In other words: why do yo want me to teach someone who didn't even bother to search or even imitate? And I'm even more bothered by that kind of comments of "just teach them" because my gay ass has posted at least 50 posts about HOW to use AO3 and a 34-part tutorial with images and really comprehensive descriptions, for those who don't know a slick of English.

It's just so easy to say "just teach them" than expect lazy people to do their homework.

The thing that made laugh was other person responding and say "people are shy to search and ask". Ask I get it, though social anxiety has to be fighted... but shy to USE a search engine???? That's BS.

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[blood-mocha-latte]

so i dont do a lot of posts like this but i hit a follower milestone that made me. vaguely emotional. and i love yall Dearly so was thinking what i could do to say Thank You and came up with NOTHING. so, for now, perhaps a poll on fics that ive been chatting about for a while

(parenthesis is the tag i use FOR said fic, so you can find the details for them under the cut in my pinned post <3)