#wow not the typo in the tags
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀greta onieogou. thirty-one. cis woman. she/her.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱ hold your f*** horses ! yulia adamu has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters . she’s best known for being an r&b singer and has been signed with the label for seven years . she shares a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on her social media , so make sure you don’t forget to follow her at @yulia . fans know her for being goofy but i swear she’s got a fickle side as well . maybe that explains why she’s always associated with bedroom walls covered in r&b vinyl’s , a notebook half full with lyrics she’s too afraid to sing , and contagious laughter echoing through hallways . stan twitter even voted her most likely to marry a fan . we’ll see how they live up to that reputation .
tl;dr. statistics. pinterest.
——— tw for anxiety , forced drug use , addiction , rehab .
the start.
growing up , yulia’s parents made sure she was never aware of their struggles — and struggle they did , especially for the first few years of her life . it started with her father being laid off after an injury left him unable to work , leaving them with no choice but to put what should’ve been their forever home up for sale just before yulia was born . he was eventually able to find a desk job but the pay was minimal at best and because her mother was newly postpartum at the time , he insisted she didn’t work .
despite the financial hardships that followed , the moving around that continued years after yulia was born , the whispered arguments they’d have after putting her to bed , they eventually got to a point where they could rest easy . her dad had a corporate job and her mom worked from home to make raising her a little easier on the both of them and , all things considered , they were finally in a good place .
yulia was young when she first fell in love with music and singing and she made sure everyone knew it . if she wasn’t belting out a whitney or mariah song , she was writing terrible lyrics in her journal or borrowing her aunt’s karaoke machine for weeks at a time . it got to a point where her dad was buying her new notebooks every week and when he realized she wanted to take singing seriously , he signed her up for vocal lessons .
high school was mostly uneventful for her and outside of a short lived relationship , yulia focused on her schoolwork more than anything . her parents made sure she knew that as long as she put in effort and didn’t flunk any of her classes , they’d support her dream of singing wholeheartedly . she did as they asked and they kept their word , even packing up their things and moving to new york so she’d have a better chance at becoming a singer like she wanted .
it was around this time that yulia started posting singing covers to youtube , ranging from ballads like i have nothing and a natural woman to r&b classics like 4 page letter and next lifetime . she gained a decent amount of viewers from it but it wasn’t until after she’d graduated that her dad recorded her singing an original song at an open mic night . after he convinced her to post it , things really took a turn .
first deal.
she was in her sophomore year of college when the video her dad posted blew up . it started doing numbers online and was shared around more than she ever expected so it was surprise to no one but her when she was approached by a reputable label . she attended a few very long meetings , met with a few different lawyers , and after one final emotionally charged meeting , yulia was signing her first record deal .
things were great until they weren’t . she got to write her own songs and record them , had a large role in preparing for her first few shows and eventually a tour but yulia learned the hard way that it was all too much too fast . going from a girl that blended into a crowd by choice to being on stage in front of thousands of people was something she wasn’t prepared for .
what started as stage fright before every show turned into her popping a pill or two to calm her nerves . being able to get through a concert without having a panic attack and without feeling high led her to believe she had it under control . little did she know , the people around her saw an opportunity and ran with it . a pill dropped into a coffee here , a little alcohol mixed with soda there and without even realizing it , yulia had become addicted .
it wasn’t until she was visiting her parents right after completing her first tour that she finally realizes something was wrong . her parents question her about her apparent change in attitude and yulia admits she used to take pills to help with anxiety . however , after learning she’d stopped doing so just weeks after she started , her mom requested she get tested just in case .
what came next was a long list of things yulia never imagined she’d have to deal with so early into her career , or ever for that matter . first she checked herself into rehab , having realized she was actually addicted to the stuff she thought she’d stopped taking long ago . when she was released , she spent months getting out of her contract with her label and while she was eventually successful in doing so , she wasn’t able to gain rights to her music ( something she’s still fighting for even today ) . the whole situation was thankfully kept out of the media , partially because her lawyer threatened lawsuits against anyone who spoke about it and partially because the label didn’t want the bad press .
at twenty two , yulia had already been through the ringer . she’d spent months in rehab , had seen the inside of a courtroom more than she’d ever planned to in her life , continued to struggle with addiction despite being clean . however , she managed to graduate from college with a degree and high honors , all while writing and recording the most personal songs she’d ever made .
her self titled sophomore album was released independently , to the surprise of everyone . it was well received , old fans and new ones appreciating how raw it sounded compared to her first album . shortly after the release , yulia was contacted by someone from revolution about possibly signing a deal and while she was hesitant at first , so much so that she didn’t give them an answer until a month later , she eventually decided it’d be good for her .
revolution.
her time at revolution records proves fruitful . from the creative freedom to the support she’s received in the seven years she’s been there , yulia is glad she didn’t let past experiences get in the way of a good thing . she’s eleven years into her career now . though she has six albums in total , she’s working on her fifth one as a revolution artist . she’s often cited saying she feels nothing but gratitude for her label and that she hopes anyone trying to join the music industry is as lucky as her .
everything that happened with her first label is still a secret to the public but the lyrics from her sophomore album and the albums that followed have alluded to it . she doesn’t know when or if she’ll come out about the entire thing but yulia has made it a point to take new artists under her wing , letting them know that should something happen , they’ll always have someone in their corner .
personality.
making other people laugh is free serotonin to yulia . she loves to joke around , play ( harmless ) pranks on people , and just do what she can to put a smile on people’s faces . the older she gets , the less patience she has and it can occasionally translates to her being snappy or short with people . yulia is very easy to talk to . she’s a people person through and through and it shows in her friendly demeanor . as much as she loves to be surrounded by others , whether they’re talking or just hanging out in comfortable silence , she doesn’t actually say anything personal unless you’ve been close for years . she is always on the defense , the need to protect herself remaining strong after what happened with her first label . as much as she loves love in any form , yulia can be very fickle . she doesn’t let herself get close to people that often , preferring to bow out gracefully instead of opening herself up to possible heartbreak or betrayal .
headcanons.
she has a three year old rottweiler she adopted named toothless . he came from a bad place originally and while yulia wasn’t planning on actually adopting , she knew his age and his breed were working against him . yes he has teeth , though he is missing two on the bottom .
she wants kids so bad . she’s known her whole life that she wanted a big family , especially considering she was an only child . yulia wants kids so much she’s seriously contemplating going on hiatus so she can adopt or something .
she used to spend her summers in russia with her extended family and while she obviously can’t spend that much time there at once anymore , she still likes to go often .
#revolution.intro#intro: yulia.#not using fancy tags for intro posts bc tumblr hates me#anyway this too 9 years and i am . so sorry for how long it is#tldr is available though don't worry#wow not the typo in the tags#took not too
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Tighnari doodles (that's surprising)
And sethos wip
#my art#genshin impact#genshinimpact#tighnari#genshin impact tighnari#daily tighnari#sorry if I don't answer ask !! i read them i just don't have the force to answer for now SOB#i am so busy w work I have less time for drawing 😭 so I am just trying to relax#but I miss drawing so muuuch#sethos#genshin impact sethos#hello bbg 🥰🥰🥰#sethos bbg plz pspspsspspss i have 90 obmy for you sweetheart 🥰🥰🥰🥰#sETHOS W DIMPLES NGHHH oh he is sososopretty <<3#my type is fictional men URGH.#only for you* WOW imagine doing typo on tag (that's me)#goodnight to sethos (and accessory tighnari mf doesnt want to give me his cons for 2YRS bro...)
734 notes
·
View notes
Text
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel like there is a particular kind of sadness (or loneliness, if you will) that ace/aro folk feel.
#asexual#asexuality#aspec#aromantic#aro#arospec#lgbtqia#am I wrong or no?#its like a sorrow on a frequency only other ace folk can detect#or say ah ha yes i feel this#this makes sense#i can incoherently ramble a feeling or a thought and others who identifying *get* it like it's a language we both speak#fluent in a common wave of ace-solation if you will#anyway just wanting to throw this out there again#i know i had a vague post similar to this that blew up but its always so hard to articulate the feeling#and maybe this will reach others that relate and agree to this that will make them feel less alone#wow these tags are messy and full of typos#lots of love to my loney ace and aro specs buddies#💜💚💜💚💜
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Legend, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.
#linked universe#lu legend#lu incorrect quotes#legend is not one to go down without a fight#like none of the links are but he’s the one to be the Loudest about it#anyway personal stiff in the tags ahead so jump ship now if you’re only here for the lu content#*stuff#WOW i love not being able to edit tags on mobile because thats one hell of a typo under the circumstances#i got back from my grandad’s funeral today :)#when he was younger he buried the ashes of a couple family members in the graves of other family members#rather than pay to have it done properly and officially#and i keep telling my mum we need to keep the tradition alive!#when we get his ashes back we need to go to the cemetery in the middle of the night and bury him with granny#she doesn’t seem too keen on the idea
145 notes
·
View notes
Text
☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 3 ]
{☆} characters neuvillette, wriothesley, furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ] [ 2 ]
Wriothesley was not a man of superstition. He did not kneel at the altars until his knees bled, he did not pray until his voice gave out– he did not, contrary to popular belief, suffer divine punishment for his apparent lack of respect.
After all, what Divine would look so deep beneath the waves just for a glimpse of the sinners that inhabit it?
Not them, evidently.
He hadn't slept in the past four days, though. There was a heavy air of something where ever he walked– it followed him like a thick fog, lingering and choking him until it dragged him to his knees like a chain. His thoughts inevitably linger on the striking, extravagant letter so conveniently adorning his desk at the fortress– the broken wax seal, the letter tucked into his pocket.
He'd recognize the seal of the Iudex any day. Wasn't often he spoke to him– but the shaky, distorted words hastily etched into the paper made him pause. Neuvillette always had a steady hand– elegant, flowing script that him of flowing water.
It had kept him up for days.
The implications were..haunting. He'd poured over the letter for hours, illuminated only by faint light of his desk lamp. Yet no matter how many times he tries to see what must be hidden beneath the ink, the paper itself even, he finds nothing but the shaky script of a request that sends a bolt of pure frost through his veins.
He noticed, of course, the odd goings on of Fontaine. He'd heard vague whispers of the Divine's hunt for the imposter– he'd heard, too, of the ceaseless rain pelting Fontaine until even he wondered if the nation would finally sink beneath the waves.
It didn't, though. And that only made it all the more odd. Days of constant rain, just for it to stop suddenly..he tugged his coat tighter around him, throwing up the hood of the cloak clasped even tighter over it with a grunt as he leaned around the corner of the alleyway.
He didn't believe in superstition, but this was too hard to ignore as a simple weather anomaly.
Maybe that was why he ignored his gut– he knew that this was probably a trap, at the very least it was suspicious. But damn it, he couldn't ignore the instinct to follow the only lead he had.
His boots clicked against the rain stricken streets as he stalked through the shadows, mindful of the clinking of machine patrols just a few streets away. Yet every step felt heavier then the last as he took a long, good look at the Palais Mermonia. He almost considered bringing out his gauntlets, but he thought better of it– if it came down to it, he needed information. And he would need whoever was waiting for him alive for that– the dead don't speak and all that.
The letter's directions led him in a..rather roundabout entrance to a secluded room, evidently, as he lifted his hand and quietly knocked against the door. Two rapid knocks, pause, another knock, pause, four knocks. It doesn't take long until he hears the latch of the door unlock.
The leather of his gloves creaks as he clenches his fists, adjusting his stance. He's ready for a fight, if he must, but as the door quietly slides open he feel the weight on his shoulders relax slightly– the familiar, sharp features of Neuvillette meets him. He almost reflexively smiles at the way his pupils turn into thin slits, a momentary surprise that he quickly hides well behind a cough and the creak of the door as he pulls it open fully.
"Wriothesley. I see my letter has found you well. Please, come in." Polite as ever, Neuvillette steps aside to let him in, but he can see the exhaustion lining his features– the bags under his eyes aren't as well hidden as he thinks, at least to him. "Bit odd to be inviting me all the way out here in the middle of the night, don't you think?"
His tone is smooth as he steps into the room, brushing down his hood and glancing at Neuvillette over his shoulder, watching as he shuts and locks the door behind him.
"I apologize for the..less then ideal circumstances, but I'm certain you will understand when you see for yourself." He wants to retort, but the Iudex beats him to it, vaguely motioning to the room behind him. An invitation– but he wonders if it's worth taking.
His gut says no, but he's feeling a little risky today, he supposes.
He turns back slowly, barely able to make out the two figures he'd missed on the first glance on the other side of the room– though it's hard to mistake the flourish of the Hydro Archon, even in the dark. It's the other figure that makes the breath hitch in his throat, though.
Or maybe, more accurately, it freezes. So does his blood, his whole body even, locked in stasis for a long, tense moment– he can't see them clearly, but his instincts are going haywire. He can feel his vision almost rattle where it rests against his left shoulder, cold leaking through the layers of clothes and into his skin until he has to fight to suppress a shiver.
He'd always fancied himself the hunter– he was the one who dealt with unsavory folks, in the end. But he felt like a rabbit pinned beneath the crosshairs of a gun this time. He could almost feel the teeth of the bear trap snapping shut around him, crushing bone and flesh beneath cold metal.
For a long moment he thinks he feels fear.
And with a sharp click and a burst of light, it's gone and he takes a raspy, choked breath as he blinks away the blurriness in his vision, taking in the room illuminated by the lamp.
He's not sure what he sees is better, though.
Because his body knows that their Divinity is as real as the blood running through his veins.
So why do they remind him so much of himself? Why does he see the look of the boy who died in a pool of blood not his own in them?
It is a sick, cruel kind of familiar.
Wriothesley didn't believe in superstition– but that was born of the unknown. He knew, now. He could reach out and touch the truth with his own two hands.
The throne of the world was a lie.
The thing sitting on it bled red. And if it bled, it could die.
He clenched his fists tighter– and released, letting his shoulders slump with a huff and a half hearted chuckle. "I wasn't expecting you to be in possession of a wanted criminal when you sent me that letter." He could see the gears whirring in their heads, the subtle dampness in the air reminding him just how delicate a situation it truly was.
He wasn't particularly inclined to getting blasted by a jet of water today.
"Relax, I'm not going to spill to anyone else. Seriously– don't get my jacket wet. It's expensive and a nightmare to dry." His lips quirk into a half smile, but it twists into something almost genuine at the laugh covered up by a cough he hears from the Divine. Bingo.
"It's fine, Neuvillette. Let him go." Their voice is like honey dripping from their lips, and he has to close his jaw with his hand before they can see the way it dropped in his surprise. "Of course, most Divine. My apologies." He relaxes at the sharp click of his heels as he joins them on the bed, his posture far more relaxed then he's ever seen. The Hydro Archon, much to his confusion and amusement, is far too invested in playing with their hair to pay much attention to him now that things have calmed, evidently.
Huh.
They seemed pretty cozy about it, he noted. He guesses they three of them had some time to get acquainted.
"So..who's going to explain what the hell is going on?" He probed, crossing his arms over his chest and watching the three carefully– they all looked tired, but even through the exhaustion neither seemed inclined to stray too far from the Divine. "And what exactly your plan is? You can't keep hiding them here forever. Someone will sniff them out sooner or later."
"We are aware," Neuvillette interjects, lips pursed into a thin line and his thin brows furrowed. "But as I'm sure you've noticed, the hunt for the..forgive me, most Divine, but the hunt for the alleged imposter is still at it's peak."
He grumbles in acknowledgment, hanging up his cloak by the door and sliding out of his heavy coat, resting it over the back of a nearby chair. "Hm. Suppose that's why the patrols are so common now a days."
"I'm afraid so. As you can imagine, we cannot simply ask them to..stop the search. It would draw unwanted attention and suspicion. The Divine would be found immediately if we tried to bring them out of the city at the moment." Neuvillette added, looking proper and elegant, despite the circumstances– even in the face of the Divine and the Archon turning on him and tugging his hair into intricate braids. "So I hope you understand that it was a great risk to send you that letter."
He rubs his chin, huffing in amusement– a solid plan, maybe, but his power didn't extend too far out of the Fortress. He had his connections, sure, but what use were they when he had to get the, uh, "imposter" out of Fontaine? Smuggling them out wouldn't be easy, and then there's the point of where to take them they'd have to contend with.
"Yeah, yeah– I get it. But it's not like I can just smuggle them out or keep them in the fortress. Even if we got them out of the city, we'd have to find somewhere to bunker down, and if someone spots any of us lingering there.." Archons, what a mess he'd gotten himself into. He was really looking forward to the next time he could kick his feet up with a cup of tea.
"I understand. I have already made plans, in fact." Neuvillette hesitates, and he can feel the temperature drops a few degrees. "I..cannot share them in full at the moment, but it is not for a lack of trust." Neuvillette reasoned, hands folded neatly in his lap– not that it hid the way they shook slightly. He wanted to ask, but he thought better of it.
"Eh, I don't hold it against you. The walls have ears, even up here." He deflected, running a hand through his hair. He really hoped Sigewinne wouldn't ask too much when he gets back. "I trust your judgment." He hesitates for a long moment, pulling out a simple, neatly folded letter of his own.
"Memorize the code words, then burn it. I'll be waiting for your next letter." He murmurs, plucking his coat and cloak and tugging them back on one after another, shuffling back over to the latched door. He hesitates again, his hand lingering on the door.
"I just hope your plan is worth the risk, Neuvillette."
He leaves before he can respond, the harsh click of the door ringing in his ears even as he steps back into the shadows of the night.
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#imposter au#genshin cult au#genshin impact cult au#furina#neuvillette#wriothesley#furina in the back just awkwardly sitting there bc she aint fighting wrio KHSDKHFKHJ#she was there for his trial when he killed two adults as a CHILD shes not fighting the adult version no ty#also writing reader to be as lowkey eldritch horror as possible. they r just playing nice rn but :)#reader collecting fontaine chars like pokemon cards#anyway wow i wonder what his plan is...wonder who it is he's involved besides wrio.......haha#cough cough#:]#looks at my other fics. haha.........ha....#anyway#slowly bringing in the key players one by one but it's probably gonna be in multiples now#if u guess correctly who neuvi is making plans w u get a lopsided gold star sticker that says “good job!” :]#i promise the lore will make sense soon (it wont im making it up as i go along)#if u see any typos no u didnt#zzzzzzzzzzzz gn#fic tag
779 notes
·
View notes
Text
My Greasefire Life Drawings
Ramble: I posted a wip pic of Makkaro and Darling and never mentioned them ever again💀💀 IM WORKING ON IT I SWEAR I LOST MOTIVATIONS FOR A FEW DAYS AND GOT IT BACK
#escaped audios#escaped audios my greasefire life#my greasefire life#my greasefire life series#digital art#rp asmr#rp audio#rp series#audio series#escaped audios fanart#my greasefire life ashley#my greasefire life ash#my greasefire life thad#my greasefire life lena#my greasefire life lexi#my greasefire life denny's#my greasefiee life duke dandy#idk abt yall but i alr loving duke dandy#wow i did a typo on one of the tags#my greasefire life duke dandy#typing on phone SUCKS
85 notes
·
View notes
Text
They are friends :]
#inset that spongebob caveman meme for the second one#i mean insert#wow i just noticed the typo#my art#cof#cry of fear#afraid of monsters#book simon#aom addiction#think thats the right tag idk
169 notes
·
View notes
Text
Wait actually, related to how often there are posts like ‘x should happen in fantasy more’ and then the post describes a key element of the wheel of time:
Wot fans, what are some of your favorite bits of world building or plot elements in the wheel of time that RJ did oh so right?
I’ll start. Snakes and foxes, the wot take on fae/sidhe courts but with extra dimension hopping flavor. And the way it uses the trappings of a high fantasy but it’s actually post apocalyptic science fantasy.
#WOW I always make typos but the first version of this post was ROUGH#wot book spoilers#wot#wheel of time#should I add the tag? I probably should#unreasonably attractive fandom#caitie speaks
280 notes
·
View notes
Text
happy 35th anniversary mother 1!!!!!! love this game 2 death <3
#ive been working on this. for 5 hours.#i dont know how to draw things or scenes or anything ever ignore if its jank#scribbles#mother series#furry tag#mother 1#earthbound beginnings#earthbound zero#ninten mother 1#ana mother 1#lloyd mother 1#actually tagging things for once wow#im so exhausted i dont know how to formulate words#i feel like i shouldve made the canvas have slightly different dimensions but i cant tweak that now i made too many overlays#aaaaghhgghb#whatever#theyre supposed. to be on the train By The Way#again i dont know how to draw things i dont know if its clear <//3#i love this game so much though oh my god#ITS SO CUTE nd watching pikaspreys playthru is what got me into the series. cannot love it nearly enough on that alone#playing through it earlier this year was an absolute blast too i get the urge to replay it . constantly#ahhhh i feel like i should say more but idk!!!! again im so tired sorry if im not making sense or like this is all just stupid i donttt car#EDIT I JUST NOTICED A TYPO MONTHS LATWR. KILL ME
28 notes
·
View notes
Text
Today's typo of the day is OVERPOOPULATION! You're welcome. I'll let you think up a definition for that.
#fun with typos#writer life#writer problems#that's the kind of mistake you just have to laugh at#there's no way around it#and then you have to think up a whole list of definitions for it#and inflict it on friends#writeblr#writblr#wow I wrote that tag as 'wtriblr' first#which just sounds like a tribble joke#clearly I'm on a roll with the typos today
72 notes
·
View notes
Text
part of the process of learning to take responsibility for your actions is learning what things you can't take responsibility for. not just to protect you (e.g., from your own feelings of guilt; from people taking advantage of your willingness to take responsibility by attributing blame to you unfairly), but because to take responsibility is not just to say "it was my fault and i'm sorry" but to actually do things (to make amends and to mitigate and prevent future harm), and if you don't understand what to take responsibility for, you aren't going to understand how to take responsibility.
there is a lot that's outside of your control. people put a lot of emphasis on forgiveness in a way that i think is missing the point. being forgiven is not my priority. my priority is that i am doing what it is in my power to do. i can't control how that's received. i'd like it to be received well; i'm doing what i'm doing because i want to repair harm that i have caused to another person, so it matters to me if what i'm doing is actually achieving that goal or not. but there's only so much that i can do to achieve that goal, and if i'm doing it, and the harm is not repaired, that's okay. that's beyond my control. i have to make my peace with the fact that i've caused harm to another person that is not resolved, because i'm doing what i can and i have to continue living on this earth, and in continuing to live i'm going to be living with the fact of that unresolved harm. the most important thing at that point is for me to use my knowledge of the specific ways in which my actions harmed that person to change my behavior going forward to avoid causing that harm again, to the extent that that's within my power.
it doesn't do anyone - you or the people you have harmed - any good for you to assign responsibility to yourself for things that you can't control. if you're going to attempt the active work of repair and change you have to first identify what it's possible to repair and change. you can't actually repair a relationship all by yourself! you can only change your own behavior. you can only offer amends to the other person that they may or may not find sufficient. not to go all serenity prayer on you but guilt for the sake of guilt just makes you feel way more powerful than you actually are (because you think that everything happened because of you) and at the same time completely incapable of exercising your power (because you don't understand what your power actually is). to effect change you have to focus on the things you can actually change. focusing on the things you can't change is a problem not just because it's taking your focus away from the things you can change, but because it means you don't actually understand the sphere of your own influence. you're operating under what is essentially a self-centered worldview in which you could make everything better, you could prevent all harm, if only you were trying harder, if only you were a better person. who does that serve? it doesn't reflect reality. it makes you hate yourself and feel sorry for yourself at the same time, and it doesn't actually improve things for the people you harmed. it doesn't help keep you from harming people in the future, because you don't understand the territory and the limits of the causal relationship between your actions and other people's reactions to them.
you can only do what you can do. what you can't do, you can't do, and you can't take responsibility for doing, either in the past or present. after you realize that there is harm to repair the next step in the process of repair is to ask yourself what your responsibility is for the past and what your agency is going forward. everything else will follow from that. you simply cannot skip that step.
#this is so hard to think about and talk about because it's so nebulous. it's comforting to have some hard and fast rule instead#'take responsibility for the harm you have caused' sounds good but what does it actually mean?#you are responsible for your harmful actions. you can't be responsible for the actual feelings of other people#it obfuscates what you can actually do. which makes you think that you are both all-powerful and#powerless to make amends or change#but adding any nuance to the discussion just sounds like apologism. and could easily be used by bad actors (e.g. abusers)#to justify their completely insincere attempts to apologize and change#accountability#responsibility#restorative justice#guilt#learning and growing#apology#forgiveness#wow i have a lot of tags relevant to this haha#my posts#you can tell i gave up on sleeping and got out of bed because of the absence of typos which means i have my glasses on#fare thee well to my theoretical night of restful sleep. hello day before me that i have to navigate on three hours of sleep and#terrible head neck and shoulder pain :/
28 notes
·
View notes
Text
Listen. Listen to me
Do you know how much I LOVE that comic? IT'S SO GOOD SO SO SO GOOD
We get to see a glimpse of Click's inner workings! How his mind operates!! His complicated relationship with himself and the other pinks and what it is to BE a pink!!!! Is he just like them? Are they all the same?? Is HE the horrible one??? Is he not horrible ENOUGH???? WHO KNOWS!!! And the 'I miss my department' like MANS DOESN'T WANNA BE THERE!!! HE DOESN'T WANNA THINK ABOUT IT!!!! HE HATES IT HERE CAUSE INTERACTING WITH THESE GUYS MAKES HIM THINK TOO MUCH💕💖💕💖
Like, what if they're all the same? Then Click isn't special and he's just another darkner abiding by the rules of his code.
What if the others laced the candy platter and he didn't? Then Click is too soft, they'll eat him alive out there! How is he going to survive!!
What if he's projecting and nobody else even thought of lacing the candy? Does that mean he's just a horrible person in general? Is it not just a pink thing and more a HIM thing?
And then the visuals, the zooming in into the one piece of candy among all the others in the candy platter as he does Thoughts™
O U G H OVJJSBBCKROLNXNFODOF
DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I LOVE HIM DO YOU GET WHY I WANT TO INJECT HIM DIRECTLY INTO MY BLOODSTREAM THIS IS WHY HE'S MY FAVORITE ADDISON HIS WRITING IS IMMACULATE
#thank you for coming to my ted talk or something#pink addison#deltarune#bush RAMBLES#I might be missing something or be completely wrong on this cause honestly media literacy isnt my strong suit#I am like on a lower brain sauce flavor sometimes yanno#anyways brightgoat give me a piece of your god tier braincells#I aspire to write this good one day#if bright every finds this ummm no you didnt#sometimes I wonder if click ever thought/wanted to be a different colored addisom#cause being a pink (and a popular/well known one at that) must be so hard#you'd have a reputation to uphold!! around the public AND other pinks#too many slipups and you might ACTUALLY DIE#uhm wow I said a lot anyways#MINOR TYPO IN TAGS GONNA KILL SOMEONE#clickon k addison belongs to brightgoat btw#ok now I go
25 notes
·
View notes
Text
Got tagged by @irradiatedpiratebooty (Thankyou!) to post some wips…. 😅
No pressure tags for: @sirmanmister @acorncoffeeformysweetheart @charliesvarietyhour @fuzzydreamin @bokatan :]
I’ve got so many abandoned sketches / concepts and very few wips that make it past that because usually by the time I’ve hashed out the sketch I’ve figured out if I like it and if i have the ability to pull off what I am picturing yet ahahah and the ones past sketch are often abandoned for ‘I cant figure out why I don’t like this’ rip
(I’ve also tacked a half written danse fic on the bottom!)
Some active wips✨ (Danse like its 2015, silly comic based on this post, sketch of Murphy and Nathan)
Some I’ll hopefully come back too??????????? (Tacky mug, Danse and Frankie in Far harbor (based on Night Letter by @/watchyourdigits, I paused for falloutober and never picked up again sorry :/ ), Sweetbrew fallout 76)
Proper abandoned rip (Danse as a dnd paladin (a request that I didn’t finish since the vibes are bad, sorry @/never-gonna-danse-again :/), and a silly comic based on this screenshot of mine)
And some writing since I’m trying to figure out how to do that yay ⤵️
(Untitled, unfinished) Danse, 2nd person, Danse is kinda oblivious, ‘How does Danse deal with loving and being truly loved by a railroad sole, even after the events of rr fallout 4.. (poorly)’
Dawes, Worwick, Brach and now Keane. All good soldiers dead too soon, too young, under your command. With a heavy heart you know now that soon you'll watch as you lose Haylen and Rhys too, before succumbing yourself to the ever growing tide of ferals that has been ebbing closer over the course of the battle, it feels like an eternity has passed since you saw Keane fall to the abominations, time seemed to have broken, though you know that its only been half an hour at most. If you survive the onslaught you'll have to organise a proper memorial.. if..
Reload. Aim. Fire. Assess the situation, update tactics. Breathe. Reload. Aim. Fire. Godless heathens! Rhys is injured! Breathe. Reload. BREATHE. Aim. Fi- Fire rains down on the ferals from outside the compound. Reload. Update tactics with Haylen, while more gunfire and another molotov begins to part the irradiated sea of scum. Aim. You catch a glimpse of them. Fire. The remaining abominations are dealt with swiftly, and while thankful for the well timed assist you can't help but to be cautious of them after all of the opposition your team has faced in the commonwealth. You ask them about themselves and they ask about you in return, thinking back you never got a straight answer out of them but no time to think about that now. Leading the way, you fill the silence with a debrief of Gladius' disastrous mission here, after all they had seemed interested in the Brotherhood, even if the sunglasses clad man with them had frowned. Arcjet brings more surprises, in both the unwelcome form of gen 1 synths, and the strangers' apparent combat effectiveness and familiarity with facing them. Between both of your combat prowess, the dilapidated laboratory is soon devoid of any synthetic 'life'.
Choosing to debrief outside you stumble through attempting to compliment their outstanding combat abilities, for a civilian. You part ways after gifting them Righteous authority and an accepted invitation to join the brotherhood, much to the dismay of their companion it seems. On the walk back to the station you realise that you feel lighter than you have in months, if just a little bit crispier too.
Months pass and things have been going well for the soldier, their already good combat skills have been steadily improving, Maxon has promoted them already! They are turning into a model knight, albeit with some unorthodox choices sometimes, but you want them to succeed you know they can!
After a particularly gruelling day of clearing out yet another super mutant nest you mutually decide to camp out in a suitably defensible old house, "you're quite the soldier" you say for not the first time, casual conversation comes easily with them, easier than it has for you in years you realise with a pang. And so you tell them about Kreig and how you are pushing them the same way he pushed you, to grow into the potential you see in them, and then you apologise. For being like Kreig, pushing too hard without explanation or reward. The soldier is silent for a while, before replying, but you see a new glimmer in their eyes, of understanding. They take first watch, and you drift off to sleep easily for the first time in recent memory.
Much progress has been made in the brotherhood's hunt for the institute, with the both or you being assigned more missions near constantly it seems someone has noticed your effectiveness as a team. You've heard whispers of rumours and caught the occasional stares drifting around the prydwen, but you pay them no mind, speculative gossip has never been of any interest to you, especially not something so obviously false as those rumours, that would be inappropriate after all. Your thoughts drift to the soldier, and realise just how much they have come to mean to you and how little you've told them anything about you, how could you have been so selfish after they have bared so much of their soul with you? Their life prewar, the death of their spouse at the hands of the cruel institute mercenary, the hunt for a way into the institute and their overwhelming fear at what they will find there. How much pressure they feel from everyone to be the perfect soldier, you sigh internally thinking about that, you owe them an apology it seems. With your mind made up now you just wait for them to return and for a suitably private moment to present itself. The opportunity arises later that day, they have just returned to the prydwen after a week away, and much to your surprise beeline straight for you with a smile before even turning in their documents or missions. They seem to be oblivious to the stares and raised eyebrows of the mess's other patrons, and a round of suitably authoritative glares ensures they will remain so. Brandis just smiles, damn him.
You warmly accept their request to join them on a routine acquisition for Haylen, but you know by now that no mission will ever be ‘routine’ with them, not that you mind the challenge. En-route to the target zone you cant stop thinking about what you are going to discuss with them, how will you open such a sensitive topic with them? Its been a substantial period of time since you’ve spoken to anyone about back then, not that you could ever forget him, after all how could you when he haunts your sleep like some sort of sorrowful spectre of loss, guilt and pain.
Lost in your ruminations as you are you nearly walk right into the Soldier as they signal ‘hold’ and ‘danger’. Snapping back to reality while cursing yourself for your inattentiveness internally, you spot the obvious threat almost immediately: a roving band of super-mutant scum and worse yet, a suicider. Outstanding. Your friend signals for stealth and for a flanking manoeuvre, you never did understand their insistence on such quiet methods when you both have access to power armour, but you’ve seen enough of their handwork enough to trust their tactics, even with their continual overestimation of your lacking stealth capabilities. As quietly and you can in full power armour you move into position on the opposite side of the pack to them, shoulder your rifle and wait for their signal. You can feel your heart rate quicken in time with the warming thrum from your charging laser rifle as the anticipation and adrenaline flips the switch to combat mode. They don’t keep you waiting long as a well placed laser volley from them sets off the unsuspecting suicider right in the middle of the pack. As the stragglers stupidly turn in the direction of the apparent danger you fire on their backs with deadly accuracy. With the element of surprise now used to its fullest, you charge into optimal combat range as one of the remaining brutes correctly picks you as the bigger threat, Good. Its better if you are the target. A few more well places shots from the both of you and its over as quickly as it started, “Outstanding!” you complement their marksmanship and tactics as they walk over. You notice of the charred abominations still writhing nearby and you put it out of its disgusting misery with a well placed stomp.
The Soldier shows you the location Haylen specified on their pip-boy, its just on the other side of this small commercial district, if the mission goes smoothly you could be back on the prydwen by nightfall, sharing a whisky to chase away the taste of messes’ latest attempt at dinner. You both freeze as you hear the distinctive sound of laser fire nearby, one look and you both move towards the commotion weapons hot. At the first sign of creepy plastic and blue lasers you charge with an “AD VICTORIAM!” but you barely get a round in before mini-gun fire tears through the remaining machines. After ensuring that they were in the clear you join the soldier as they approach the heavily armed newcomer. You meet the strangers glare with a level one of your own, before they can say anything your friend asks what they are doing here, “kicking ass, though it looks like HQ messed up scheduling again” the stranger answers. Ah this must be one of their minutemen acquaintances, you had heard they were getting more active lately, and poor organisation is expected from the civilian militia. The strangely dressed silver haired minuteman explains that the subway has been overrun with gen 1 synths, your friend offers to help, “it would be an Honor to assist in exterminating these abominations” you agree, though this earns you a strange look from the minuteman. No matter. Unbeknownst to you the Soldier and the minuteman share a significant look behind your back. No pathetic synths stand a chance against the three of you as heavily armoured as you all are, you briefly considered extending the minuteman an invitation to join the brotherhood, though you reconsider when they lament the ‘deaths’ of the machines, such a naive outlook would never be allowed to continue in the brotherhood, don't they know how dangerous synths are? With the battle dust settled, “damn!, you’re one ass-kicking angel of death” the stranger compliments your friend as you all backtrack to leave the dingy subway, “agreed, outstanding work as always” you contribute, they are positively beaming at the combined praise. The minutemen leaves with more crude but positive words, its good to see that the minutemen have at least some capable fighters on their side, it is a noble cause.
The target artifact is soon acquired with minor resistance from some more mutants, but the hour is too late to return to the prydwen now. They suggest that a settlement nearby will be a safe place to camp for the night, you agree, and privately hope that the arrangements will be secluded enough for the difficult conversation you have planned. A short walk in the dark later and you both arrive at the small nursery and are immediately accosted by a group of hysterical settlers. Eventually the soldier calms them down enough to learn the location of the kidnapped one, an older man. The mutants are just across the road as it turns out, why on earth they have tolerated living a stones throw from these monstrosities for so long is a mystery, but at least the proximity makes for a brutally quick rescue, you both use the night to you advantage and the monsters are dead before they can even take up arms. The man is injured so you carry him, trusting your friend to have your backs on the way back to the settlement. You mentally resolve to make significant note of how much mutant and synth activity there is in this region in the next mission report. With the settler returned, sustenance and a semi-secure place to set up camp for the night acquired (to be continued oops, 1/4 affinity talks written, the 4th being romance dialog)
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
@rangerzath said Zachariah Trench is a yaoi enjoyer without directly saying it
#not tagging this as any of the relevant characters let alone the fandom#but zath has a character in WoW named after casey and 2 for Trench#we were running cinderbrew meadery and we had a mage in the group#and zath wanted mana buns as they are want to do#and this was probably the best typo ever and no I will never let zath live it down#considering our totalrp profiles say the full characters name#also dont judge us we have characters in wow named after remedy characters what of it
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
{{ As I search up references for Vamp!Maiz--
*points dramatically at all of my mutuals*
FAVORITE TWO TO THREE SUPERNATURAL CREATURE(S). WHY THEM?!
ANNNNNNNNNND-- GO!!
#OOC: Out of Limits#{{ Tumblr is a social website. Let us make it ✨SOCIAL✨#{{ CAST ASIDE YOUR SOCIAL ANXIETY AND OTHER OBSTACLES THAT MAKE SOCIALIZATION DIFFICULT. THROW YOUR HAT INTO THE RING!#{{ May the love of Supernatural and/or alien creatures unite us all!!! >:3#{{ I don't have an icecreaker tag but I've been wanting to do these for a while. anyhoo!!! feel free to even include aliens!!!!!!!#{{ maybe this can help someone else out who's wanting to make a monster verse for their muse(s)! ☺️#{{ ignore the typo. i meant to say ICEBREAKER WOW 😭
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
*Hands you my design/version of Rouxls*
#genuinely proud of this btw#deltarune#rouxls Kaard#rouxls kardd#roulxs kaard#deltarune rouxls#deltarune roulxs#<- WOW thats a lot of typo tags. only the first one is right
11 notes
·
View notes