#the tl;dr is yes

[dubylou-draws]

Namu Amida Butsu

[whinlatter]

What’s something about Ron Weasley as a character that you think is underrated?

That Ron is really, really funny, and that his sense of humour isn't a sign of immaturity or gratuitous comic relief for the reader's sake, but an absolutely essential part of what both Harry and Hermione value in Ron as a character as an antidote to their own tendencies (moodiness and seriousness/anxiousness, respectively). Ron makes bad days bearable to get through for the people around him. I think people mistake Ron making jokes for a lack of emotional awareness, but I actually think it’s the opposite. By the series end Ron is literally the most emotionally well-adjusted of the central canon characters. That line about Peeves’ poem right at the end of DH when the war is won (“Really gives a feeling for the scope and tragedy of the thing, doesn't it?”) is a) brilliant and b) such a great manifesto for how Ron’s outlook on the world — not humour as emotional avoidance, but humour that sits within all the grief and pain and suffering, and makes it that bit more bearable. So yeah Ron Weasley’s love for chuckles is Important and Overlooked and I will keep saying it til I am blue in the face

[archie-mp3]

The whole “The Marauders where teenagers when they bullied Snape!” Argument is the same as “Boys will be boys.”

I’m currently a 15 year old, teenage boy. The same age as the Marauders when their school years are shown in the canon. No matter how much I hate someone, I would not THINK of bullying them.

“It was a different time!” Erm… human empathy as always existed, they just lacked it.

They did not even mature! Sirius and James still mocked Snape well into their adult years! People hate on Snape for telling Voldemort the prophecy, but when he realized his mistake, he did all that he could to do make sure Lily (and begrudgingly, James and Harry) made it out alive. Pettigrew is ultimately the reason why both Lily and James died.

“Snape didn’t care if James lived—“ Fuck, if I was tormented to no avail for 7 years, I wouldn’t care if my bullied/abuser died as well!

Snape is the most human (said by JKR herself) out of the entire cast. His reactions are human. I find it so infuriating when people water down his characters into nothing more than an obsessive creep. (Which is in no way canon! Please still to CANONICALLY facts for FUCKS SAKE.)

I am by no means saying that Snape is this saint, and that he has done no wrong. He has fucked up a shit ton, and he is an asshole 90% of the time. I’m saying that if I experience the shit he did, I wouldn’t be surprised if I came out the same way.

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

I used to despise Eridan and think he was the absolute worst character (barring Cronus ig) but you have shown me the light and completely turned my opinion around and now I think he is such an endearing little freak <3 I read your whole blog already but if you've got any more thoughts on eri or anyone else then I hope you post them bc I'd love to hear more abt it!

i have sooo many controversial opinions about the dancestors you have noooooo idea

[fourswords]

fsa is placed at the end of the four swords subseries timeline and as such ganon canonically never breaks out of the seal of the four sword despite him being able to break out of seals in multiple other games. i like to think that the reason for this is because the four sword just straight up ate him over a long period of time. like from inside the seal

[lazylittledragon]

Feel free to ignore if this is intruding but I remember you posting about dealing with caffeine addiction and I hope you're doing ok <3 Addiction is really hard to deal with so I hope everything is going alright for you!

!! thank you for checking in <3333

i haven't cut it out completely (i really don't think i'd be able to) but i'm still doing much better, i've cut down from 6 shots per cup to only 2. i've also changed my sleep/eating habits so now i don't feel like i need the caffeine as much because i just don't feel as shit anymore.

it's been very nice :3

[vulpixisananimal]

[A:3 C:57] (Ramos)

“Any tummy troubles?” (Gina asks Bonnie.)

“Nuh uh.” (Bonnie replies, still in bed.)

“Weird memory stuff?”

“Nothin’ weird.”

“Do you ever feel bad feelings for no reason?”

“Uhm, I don’t think so.”

(Gina looked over at Nille, who sat next to you. She shrugged.) “They feel bad for things that’s not their fault.”

“HEY!!!” (Bonnie pouted.) “Nuh uh!!”

“Yuh HUH!!”

“YUH HU-” (Bonnie was interrupted by a wheezy coughing fit. Gina gently rubbed their back and helped them through it, then handed them some water.)

“You’re alright, just remember, no yelling, okay?” (The Doctor reassures.) “You can sit down, Nille, it’s alright.”

(You didn’t even see Nille jump up to Bonnie's side; what speed. She sat back down.)

(The check in continued. Gina wanted to ask a few things, make a few checks, get a few ideas for what could be causing the nightmares. Apparently, the weird shade and damage was from something to do with the island you couldn’t remember. Either way, Bonnie should be free to go soon. You didn’t even need to be here, but Pétronille asked you.)

(You could ask that tea person about herbal teas, couldn’t you? Maybe that’ll help-)

(Nilles thoughts had been a constant string along the same line of thinking; how to help Bonnie. It was sweet, really, big sister just wants little sibling to be okay. Stars, you had to get a lid on this mind craft.)

(PTSD Nightmares? Possible. Unknown allergy? Low chance, they’re a cook, spices-?)

(Gina's mind was a steady stream of information. Connecting one thing to another like a puzzle. Some pieces slotted into place right away, others required some work, and some were put aside until the puzzle was more complete. The only thing it was interrupted by was by a special someone. Huh!)

(But Bonnie's mind. . . .)

(---------------------------------------------)

(They just sounded like empty air.)

(No matter how hard you listen, you can’t hear anything from Bonnie's head. Why? Was it because they were still a kid? That’s weird, if it is.)

“How’d you sleep last night by the way?” (Gina asks.) “You slept almost until noon!”

“Uhm. . . It was pretty good?”

“R-really?!?” (Nille asks, excited.) 

“Uh huh.” (They fiddle with the blanket on the bed.) “It was, uhm, still a nightmare, but. . .”

“Buuuut?”

“There was a uhm. . . A weird, glowy, moth in it this time.”

(?!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!??!?!!)

(Bonnie continues as you try to hide your reaction.) “It, uhm, stayed around the whole time, and if there were any really scary parts it’d land on my nose, ‘n I couldn’t look away from it ‘ntill the scary part was over.”

“Huh!” (Nille crosses her arms.) “Weird! What kind of- Gina what’s with the face?”

(Gina’s face was one of absolute shock, mouth hung open. He shook his head clear.) “U-uh, that, t-that I. . . O-oh Change that. . .”

(He glanced over at Nille, then to you, once he saw your expression mirrored his own.)

(Your mouth was open, hair on end, face sweaty and cold. You felt a lump in your throat, a pit in your stomach. T-that. . . Your gaze drifts to the dreamlight. As does Ginas.)

“. . . I-I, wouldn’t have thought, in a million years. . .” (Gina sounded dumbstruck.)

(. . . You know what you need to do next, right?)

(You, stand up. Legs made of dried tinder. You felt like you were about to collapse like a house of cards. Each step begged you to keel over and die. You walked, wordlessly, to the dreamlight.)

(You tap it once; to exchange greetings.)

(You tap it twice; to give thanks.)

(. . . . . . T-thank you. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. I-I, I, I don’t know why, but, thank you so much, thank you, thank you. . . I’ll, I’ll make it up to you I, thank you. . .)

(The chime dies down. You wanted to throw up.)

“. . . I didn’t know you practiced Flickerism, Ramos.” (Gina comments.)

“. . . I-I, don’t.” (You shake your head.) “Not since Eri took me in.”

“Oh.” (His tone changes, softer.) “. . . I guess Flicker likes you. Are you going to be alright?”

“I, just, need to step outside.” (You quickly walk to the door, ignoring any questions or concerns, then step out.)

(You lean on the wall next to the door, then slide down to the floor.)

(Breathe, breathe, breathe, breath.)

(Breathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathebreathe-)

(You ran away because of that. You ran away because of that. You ran away because of that why did they listen to you why did they help you why why WHY!!!)

(Likes you?!? LIKES YOU!?!?!?!? WHY!?!?!? You ran away!! You ran away and didn’t look back!!! You abandoned them!!! You abandoned them for Change! For the Universe and the Stars!!! Why!!! You’re panicking. You need to calm down. You need, to-)

(Calm down please calm down calm down calm down-)

“Hey.” (You snap to attention. Nille’s standing next to you. You look up at her.)

(. . . She kneels down, then hugs you.)

“. . . Thanks.”

(You, hesitate, then hug her back.)

(. . . . . .)

“. . . Wanna talk about it?”

“. . . A, a-another time.” (You take a shaky breath.) “I, asked for help the other day. Didn’t expect to, actually get it.”

“Gods are weird.” (She pulls back from the hug, smiling softly.) “But, thank you, really. Going out like that for Bonbon, I owe ya one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Nille.” (You chuckle, leaning back against the wall.) “I just, need a second, but thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it.” (Nille pats your shoulder, then gets up to walk back in the room. She smiles at you before going back in.)

(. . . Stars. . .)

>>>

(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion|  [Loop] [(Saffron)]

|Bonnie was safe. Stars be blessed Bonnie was safe.|

|Soon after Siffrin and the others returned from the medhouse, Siffrin switched out and you were here once again. Oh. . . You’re not sure how much you could handle it. You had been fronting so much lately, stars know why. But, between what happened with Boniface, how Ramos is developing. . . Oh. . .|

|It was. . . Only a matter of time.|

|You were in Ramos’ room. Well, the room yourself, Ramos, and Isabeau shared, now. You lay on the bed while the others were downstairs; you just wanted time to think. You even left Siffrin's dagger down there to dissuade any worries.|

|So. . . What, do you do?|

|Keep who you are hidden? Not possible. Madame Odile could sniff you out. Or Ramos could read a stray thought and out you.|

|Talk to the other headmates? Absolutely not. Each and every one of them despises you, and for good reason. TO discover you’re here, in their mind. . .|

|Talk to the party? Hmm, maybe. . . But, one at a time.|

|Lady Mirabelle? You were to freeze her home in time, she would hate you. Madame Odile? Also no, she is far too intimidating, far too. . . Knowing. Isabeau? Hmm. . . Maybe. . . He has been kind to you. . . But, well, he may not react well. Boniface? No. Pétronille? Also, no.|

|And, Ramos. . . They, well, they were-|

|There’s a quick knock on the door and it opens. You jump in place as Ramos walks in, a box in hand. They look at you and wave.|

“O-ohuh, still Asterion?”

|You nod.| “Yes, ah, s-sorry. I can leave, if you. . .”

|Ramos stops for a second, then shakes their head.| “No, it’s, it’s okay.”

|They close the door behind them. They pause, then walk over to the window, placing the box down to the side. You watch as they wordlessly examine the window.|

“. . . . Ah, is, everything, alright?” |You blink, confused.|

“O-oh, uh. . .” |They look to you, then away.| “. . I’m, trying to figure out where the sun would come through the window.”

“Oh!” |You hop off the bed and walk over.| “Let me.”

|Ramos steps back and watches as you look over the window, mouthing to yourself as you think. This window faces the west, since you’re somewhat close to the equator the sun should line up well. . . It is winter, but that still means you got a lot of daylight. At this angle. . . Considering the rest of the year. . .|

|You trace a finger from the window, across the room, to a blank part of the wall.| “Here, along that line is where you will get the most sun throughout the whole year.”

|You turn back to Ramos, their face is. . . Oh, quite the mix of surprised and grateful. You smile, softly.| “. . . Did, that help?”

“. . . Yeah, i-it, it did. A lot.” |They let out a breath, and turned to open the box they brought. After a moment of looking inside, they pull out a. . . A dreamlight?|

|They stand there holding it for a minute. You walk over, curious.| “. . . Isn’t that the. . . Ah, Flickerism, thing?”

“. . . Y-yeah.” |They take a shaky breath in, and out.| “. . . Eri got it for me on my 10th birthday. They thought it would be a nice little thing but. . .” |They shudder.| “It, just brought back memories, so we packed it away in the attic.”

“. . . Ah. . .” |You slowly reach up and put a hand on their shoulder.| “. . . Bad memories?”

“Yeah. . .” |They close their eyes.| “. . . Most of my birth family, and the town, was torn between Flickerism and Soleanism. . . Eventually, every conversation would go back to those arguments. . . My mom was a Soleanist, my dad was a Flickerist.”

“Dad wanted my metamorphosis, o-oh uh, a coming of age ceremony, to be the Flickerist one. Cut your hand open, pour some blood into a dish of sugar water, stay up all night with the moths that would gather in self reflection.”

“Mom wanted to do the Soleanist one, spend three days in a cave with no food, no light, and a knife. On the first day you cut your right hand, the second, your left, and you rest on the third.” |Ramos looked up at the ceiling, face sad.| “It was, a lot.”

“One day I asked about what changing meant, if I could do that. Dad was hesitant, but would support me if the Dreaming One decided it was alright. Mom said I couldn’t until I come of age, because at that point I was ‘no longer her son, I was the Radiant Ones son.’”

“That’s when I realized that I had to leave. They didn’t care about me, just about their Gods. And the Gods didn’t care about me.”

|Ramos lets out a shaky breath, then looks back down at the dreamlight.| “. . . But then Dreaming One, Flicker, helped Bonnie last night, so. . . I don’t know what to think.”

“. . .” |You stand next to Ramos, then lean your head on their arm.| “I. . . I know the feeling.”

|Ramos turns to you, a silent request to go on.|

“. . . The Universe asks that we follow, and it will guide. In return it grants our wishes.” |You take a shaky breath.| “We. . Used to think it did not care about us, some still think that. With how our wish was granted, with how it seemed like no matter what, we were always lost.”

“We thought it abandoned us. . . But it didn’t.” |You close your eye.| “It made mistakes. Very human mistakes. It was trying to fix things, make things better. . . Some say the Universe is a teacher, and I suppose, it is a teacher who should feel guilty if its students all fail a class.”

|Ramos considers this for a moment, then smiles. Moving their arms to pull you into a side hug.| “Heh. . . Yeah, maybe. . . Thanks, Asty”

“A-ah--” |Asty?!? You’re blushing, just a little.| “I-it’s, it’s nothing, Ramos. . . S-so, do you plan to put this dreamlight up, then?”

“Yeah.” |Ramos squeezes you, then lets you go. They grab a hammer and nails from the box and walks to the part of the wall you pointed out.| “You hang dreamlights in a bedroom, where the sun shines the most. Gimmie a hand?”

|You help them put it up, Ramos talks as you work.| “Dreamlights, or crucelights if you’re a Soleanist, act as a bridge between the dream realm or divine realm respectively. They’re basically the same thing but y’know, semantics.”

“I don’t remember what you do with crucelights, but with a dreamlight, all you’re asked to do is hang it up. It’s customary that every few days you tap the dreamlight once to essentially just, say hi to Flicker? While the dreamlight chimes, you just think about how you’ve been doing, what’s been happening in your life, that sort of thing. You’re essentially sending Flicker a mental letter like you would an old friend.”

|Ramos was hammering a nail into the wall.| “You tap it twice if something particularly good happened to you that you think the Dreaming One was responsible for; sending a mental thank you letter while it chimes. Then you tap it a third time if you desperately need help, and, well you get the idea.”

|You help hang up the dreamlight. The sun was going to shine on it soon. Ramos continues.| “The other day I. . . Well, I tapped it three times, asked Flicker for help, not really thinking they’d do anything. Let alone anything so. . . Direct.”

|You both step back, looking at the copper disc on the wall.| “. . . It, shook me up, I won’t lie.”

“. . . I. . . Understand that.” |You hold your hand out, Ramos takes it, and squeezes.|

“. . .” |They look away.| “. . . I hope, they’re not mad at me, for following Change. A-and, the Stars, to an extent.”

“Ah, ahaha. .” |You cover your mouth a little as you laugh.| “I don’t know about the Change God, but, if my instincts are right, I believe those following the Universe had many arguments with Those of the Soluna religions.”

“Oh?” |Ramos turns to you, curious.|

“Soleanists follow the sun, the singular sun above all others.” |You chuckle.| “To those who follow the Stars, it is practically an insult to disregard all other stars just because one is a bit closer!”

“Pfft-” |Ramos chuckles back.| “Well, heh, I promise I won’t go starting any arguments then. N-not that I, plan to, well. . .”

“. . . .” |You squeeze their hand.| “. . . I understand.”

“Thanks. . .”

|. . . Oh Universe. Jinn. Please, allow me this little drift from your path. You let go of Ramos’ hand, walk up to the dreamlight, pause. . . Then tap it, once.|

|. . . . .|

|. . . . . Greetings, Dreaming One.|

|I am unsure if you do hear me, or I am speaking to nothing but dust. But, I digress. My friend, my close friend, revealed to me just now their history with you. I helped them put this dreamlight up, even. So, I thought it would be appropriate to say hello, as it were. So, hello!|

|A few days ago was the first time I learned about your dreamlights, and soon after, it helped me jog memories, old arguments, discussions, etc. But I don’t really care about the discourse of religion anymore; you helped Bonnie, so no matter what, you have earned my respect.|

|As has Ramos, actually. They may believe themself to be a failure, but they are one of Siffrins family now. They are doing better, we all are. . . But, I have my own sadness to deal with; the blood on my hands, and how it wont wash off. Hopefully, if I ever chime your dreamlight again, I won’t be fearing for how they will react.|

|. . . . . The chimes died down. You turn to Ramos.| “. . . Did, I do that right?”

|Their face was, soft, an emotional soup of joy, fear, excitement, sadness, and relief. They nodded.| “Yeah, I’m sure you did.”

|You walk to them, and give them a full hug.| “You’re a very wonderful person, Ramos.”

|You feel their arms slowly close around you.| “H-haha, why is everyone complimenting me today?!?”

“Because you deserve it?” |You look up at them.| “Ran faster than any other to get Bonnie to safety, made a wish to a deity you thought abandoned you, helped calm Nilles nerves in recovery. . . Stars, Ramos, you have been. . . incredible!”

“A-asty. . .” |They pull their bandana over their mouth.| “I’m, just, trying my best to be useful.”

“You’re always useful, helpful, and kind, Ramos. . .” |You rest your head in their shirt, and sigh, relaxed.| “. . . T-that’s, why. . .”

“Hmm?” |You feel their hand in your hair.| “Is, everything okay?”

|. . . You make the decision.|

“. . . N-no, no. It is not, Ramos.” |You hold tighter to them.| “I. . . I Have something to talk about. None of the party knows, none of my headmates do, either.”

“. . . You can talk to me about it.” |You feel them gently run their fingers through your hair, you feel your shoulders relax.| “I-if you want. I can keep a secret.”

“Alright. . . Please, please keep it to yourself.” |You, very shakily, breathe in. . . . . . . . and out. . . . . . . . .| “. . . You understand what Null is, yes? Where he has ‘come from?’”

“An introject?” |Ramos says, questioningly.| “Latched onto a personality while being formed, right?”

“That is right.” |You gently let go of Ramos, and back up. You sit on the floor, legs crossed.| “He is a fictive, as the personality his psyche latched onto was from a piece of fiction.”

“Okay. . . Are, you like that?”

“P-partially. . .” |Oh. . . It, was time.| “I. . . I am an introject, but a factive. One who is based on another real person, not of fiction.”

“Alright. . ?” |Ramos sits down across from you.| “Is it, is it someone the others wouldn’t, like to, uh. . .”

|Rip the bandaid off.| “I am a factive of The King.”

|There’s an uncomfortable silence. You look at the ground, praying to the Universe this was the right move. . . You continue.|

“I. . . I have fake memories of being the King. Both things that happened, and that did not. I look like the King, I feel like the King. But, I do not want to be anything like him! I-I, I don’t want to hurt them, I want to help them. A-and, I want to atone for what he, I, did. B-but, I cannot do that if I hide, but, I-I. . .”

|You feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, Ramos had kneeled down to your level.|

“. . . . . Breathe for me?

“. . . O-okay. .”

|You, breathe. In and out. . .|

“. . . You're okay, Asterion.” |Ramos got closer. Another arm around you| 

“. . .am, I?”

“You are, I promise.” |Both arms around you, they were hugging you.| “You don't want to hurt them, right?”

“R-right. . .”

“Then you're alright. They forgave me, they'll understand.” |They squeeze you, close.|

“. . . A-and, headmates. . . ?”

“. . . Here, how about this?” |They lean back to look at you.| “When you're ready to talk to them, I'll hop into your head, and be there with you. Okay?”

“. . . R-ramos. .”

|You dive onto them, holding them tight in a hug.|

“Thank you. . .”

[mammoth-clangen]

Hi! Wanted to say I love your comic and it has inspired me to make my own prehistoric ClanGen comic and I wanted to double check if that is okay. It’s focused on a completely different species that existed in the same timeframe but still wanted to check and know if I could/should tag you in it :]

Oh of course!! I don't own prehistoric settings for comics, so go for it! 🦣 if you want to tag me I'd love to read it, but you're definitely not obligated too c:

Tbh even if you wanted "Sabercat Clangen" as your setting, there's so much you could do that doesn't overlap with Kindred: Amphimachairodus (likely ate early human ancestors!), Lokotunjailurus (the raptor cat!!), Xenosmilus (cookie cutter cat!!)

Not to mention Nimravids and Barbourofelids, false sabercats that are So Unappreciated!! D:

Further (maybe a little salty) ramblings below the cut 🧂

I am making Kindred partially because I always lament the lack of actual paleo settings that care they're paleo settings: lots of Jurassic park dinosaurs or "Spinosaurus and Tyrannosaurus totally lived together right?" (No they didn't!)

I think this maybe plays into Xenofiction tropes in general by ignoring the animals chosen except for aesthetics.

Which is Fine, but the only comic I know with an actual paleo accurate setting is Paleos (discontinued).

E.g. making hyenas patriarchal, tigers social or lions live in the jungle instead of matriarchal, solitary, and predominantly savannah dwelling (respectively), for the sake of? Story? Not doing research?

Anyway, sorry for the ramble, I'm driving 10 hours a day rn so I gave a lot of time to ponder until I come back into connection range cx

[dreadfuldevotee]

Carol Cutshall I know your game, Rolin & Co. I've got you beat. Color (in terms of wardrobe, specifically) in IWTV so far has been representative of a kind of vibrant inner life and honesty in characters. It's the reason why it's so jarring go from seeing Louis in his beautiful multicolored array of stylish clothes in New Orleans to his solid, un-broken string of Couture Minimalism All-Black Ensembles in Dubai. Even in just comparing his unassuming browns and muted tones of Paris next to Claudia's self discovery in pastel. So, to then turn your eye to Armand; always in black, white, greyscale and browns so dark that in most lightings- they end up functionally black.

And then I think about how his rare pops of color, outside of his green shirt in Just Start The Tape, are orange and red. Adoration of the Shepherd continues to be a interesting painting to tie to Armand, this time in the detail that our only image of Armand before his turning is him in a bright blue gown. And in thinking of all these things at the same time, mentally, I am whacked in the face by a piece of trash on the wind which has this The Vampire Armand quote plastered to it

Anyways, anytime someone goes "Oh I hope to see Armand in color in S3" I think the monkey's paw curls

[knightwhoisni]

1999's loading screen music is in the game files and I Am Exploding

[hiddenbysuccubi]

The Horror and The Wild (album)

"'Cause I'll darn you back together / When you think that you're bereft." "You are the driftwood and the rift. You're the words that I promise I don't mean." "Let’s wander, till the fuckers demand an encore." "Grow young each time that thunder in your lungs begins to rumble at the world." "He said, 'Hey, darling, hey. Hey, darling, hey.' I'm the hardest goodbye that you'll ever have to say" "She promises to fight them all when it all becomes too much And he, he curses at the world." "But fuck all your plans, I'm bored." "If by 'palace' you mean that asbestos and beans from a tin And the gin that we brewed in the bathtub." "And by God, love, believe me, I wanted to play too, I did."

[heresylog]

Say, is Annihilationism heresy? (I dont really believe in conditionalism though??)

This is a great question.

[meowsticmarvels]

said this on twt already but I NEED to know. how many of you here fw transfem toshiro kasukabe

[ahundredtimesover]

Hi 👋🏽 I’ll be going on an indefinite break that may (or may not) be for good.

Writing fanfiction was an escape for me these past 2 years. It was a way to express my love for the tannies in how I wrote them as comfort characters, and it was a way for me to make sense of my own experiences and emotions. These fics have always been very personal, with a bit of me in every OC, my pains reflected in their stories, and words I wish someone told me growing up expressed in the dialogues. And I’ll always be so thankful that many of you related with them, found meaning in them, and found comfort in them. That will always be my favorite part 💜💜 stories are so powerful! They’ve allowed me to connect with so many people and make memories in this (mostly) lovely part of the site.

But the process of writing has also been draining, not as cathartic as it used to be, and not as fulfilling. So much as I find myself going back and forth with the numerous stories in my drafts, I can’t bring myself to continue with them. Not anytime soon, at least. Maybe one day the itch to write will be so intense, or JJK1/KTH1 drops and I’ll lose my shit (Untitled and Belong were born out of Indigo and D-day after all), or after rereading my stories, I’ll miss writing so much. The thing is, I’ve never loved BTS as much as I do right now; perhaps I’m content with screaming about that love to myself in the meantime.

I’ll be lurking around here, maybe pop in every once in a while (so plagiarists, keep off my work, pls). My stories will remain here as your comfort 😌 and I’ll do my best to put out the PLM drabbles I promised! Other than that, all the stories are complete for you to enjoy (sorry to those waiting on TLA 😔 I hate that I’m unable to continue). I also have Twitter (jmimi_mi). I’m also just a lurker but say hi if you want! 😊 we can talk bts and fics and whatnot over there (I’ll try, I promise).

Please give love to the authors who are still lovingly putting out work for the community! 🥰

[ranticore]

are the aquatic zeta still sapient, despite not being social? or have they lost that sapience over time?

They're kinda occupying a convergent space with manticores in ISOK in my mind & in how i want to portray them.. I think to outsiders and other people, especially very socially driven people (like the average spire citizen), the aquatic zeta might seem like wild animals. After all where is their society, their art and culture? They never communicate, they give no indication of being any more sapient than a smart crow. For all intents and purposes they're not people to Sirenians (if they're even believed to exist to begin with). But at the same time this level of dehumanisation comes from the outside and rests on an assumption that just because someone fails to meet socially constructed expectations of personhood, it means they are not a person. And it relies on the observations of outsiders who will never know what their interiority looks like

[thepromisedbride]

i don’t talk about bridgerton on here but just to clarify. i will not be having ANY eloise hate on this account. i will bite.