#i have been in a weird art block and THIS is what brings me back ….. nice

[reireiart]

wangxian club penguin? 🐧

#is this anything? #mdzs #cql #the untamed #wangxian #mo dao zu shi #chen qing ling #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wei ying #lan zhan #wangxian au #mdzsnet #fytheuntamed #mdzsartreblogs #theuntameddaily #mdzs art #cql art #i have been in a weird art block and THIS is what brings me back ….. nice #myart

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole in this situation??

First of all I'm so sorry for bringing t/b discourse here but this has been so gd annoying I need help. And all this is is on twitter-retro etc.

I'm 100% here for switch please keep in mind. Idc what anyone else likes it's food I'll eat all of it. But this fandom. Oh this fandom. So here's the context, it's a anime show with a really popular almost canon mlm ship, one of them is crazy beautiful and the other one is a big muscular man. Naturally the fandom like the pretty man as bottom and the muscular man as top. Let's call this DC. Not all people tho and it's the problem.

See, there are some creators who hate the above dynamics so much they make the muscular man a woman, sometimes trans which is fine but they always babygirl him, call him wifey, use she/her pronouns, go all out to make the pretty man over the top masculine so he can be top while making the canon masculine man demure little wife. Note that they're both really tall but D has long hair so they always make him wear accessories to feminize him. I made friends with some authors who used to like switch, they wrote DC back then and they were so good. They were all into switch too. Over the years they became really hateful of DC dynamics and started to exclusively write CD, talk about CD only, rt CD art exclusively.

This is still fine, they're like 10 people out of thousands who don't care, and most people don't care. Until one day recently when I said it was better to ship switch. Those people started clowning me, saying it's their right to exclusively like whatever, write whatever, started ignoring how the show portrays them. They wrote literal threads detailing how to how use tags as if no one knows, shaded people who said they didn't care and would use whatever tags they liked. It got to a point I had to ask them to stop, they started saying I was harassing them and accused the fandom of harassing them on anon and ao3. When I said it Doesn't Matter they said it was racist to suggest that, telling me to block if I didn't like their posts. I could not make them understand how fetishistic it was, just because Japanese fans do this doesn't mean it's good or we have to follow? They somehow figured out who I was and blocked me, kicked me out of a server we were in together, so I lost mutuals and some followers too.

Then they started answering my asks unseriously like "I write CD to piss YOU off" "can't project on the twink like yall" and started insulting switch fans calling us hypocrits. There isn't much CD content to begin with how can I share more of those? Whatever is available they make it heteronormative like that. One of them deadass called me an asshole for "harassing" them just because I said it's rude to block people over t/b dynamics when no one is bothering anyone, because these people are always blocking anyone posting DC and making a bubble of CD only fans. This is bound to make them lose track of canon but who cares anymore. They keep complaining about being harassed for liking CD and yes some fans probably send anon hate but that doesn't mean any critic of CD is harassment?

Tell me how I'm the asshole here for suggesting they stop obsessing over t/b this much? How am I the asshole when I'm the one they all blocked and apparently I'm a bad guy because I followed some popular accounts who post DC and said some weird things about D which I didn't even know about.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #ship discourse

[sweetnsour1]

7:37

Bakusquad fluff nonsense

13 Reasons Why Red Riot Will Die Alone

The text was bright red on a blindingly white screen. Shitty clip art and doodles covered the corners of the projected image.

“The fuck is this? You two were supposed to prepare shit for last month’s crime stats.”

“Ummm, we did.” Kaminari flapped his arms toward the words above him. A click sounded from Sero’s hand.

“Exhibit A…Mari.” Both heroes standing at the front of the conference room sighed as Kirishima interrupted proudly.

“Oh, she was fun. I took her to an amusement park.”

“Yea yea. What do you think the A stands for?”

“What’s wrong with taking a date somewhere fun?”

“Oh, nothing at all…except-“

“Except you took HIM with you!” The hero’s arm now swung fiercely toward the table, sending a disc flying across the room.

“Well-we normally don’t have the same day off.” Kirishima mumbled.

“Okayyy, fine. BUT he didn’t bring a date…which is super weird. Then you ditched that poor beautiful innocent woman to race each other in a UA themed obstacle course…for children.”

Another click sounded, dissolving the screen into a picture of Bakugou standing on Kirishima’s collapsed body. He was waving an Allmight squishmallow proudly…and aggressively.

“Ha! I should get that shit framed.”

“Laugh now, but we’ll get to you after we’re done with Mr. Never-gonna-steal-your-girl.”

“Me? The hell are you-“

“No, I don’t want to hear it. We’ve had it. You two are actual menaces to society. And even worse…you are ruining us. Our agency came LAST on the eligible heroes list. Do you UNDERSTAND THAT??? L-A-S-T.” Kaminari turned swiftly, slamming a tired fist as his forehead met the wall in frustration.

Sero nodded solemnly. “What he means is…Everyone we went to school with beat us.”

“You don’t mean-“

“That. Grape. Infested. Goblin. Beat. Us.” Kaminari punctuated each of Sero’s words with a smack against the wall.

“How the fuck?”

“How the fuck indeed, Mr. Screams-the-first-thing-that-pops-into-his-bleached-porcupine-head?”

“I DON’T-“ Bakugou coughed and adjusted his volume before continuing “-fuckin’ do that.”

“Oh yea? What’d you say the other day when that woman gave you her number during patrol?”

The hero huffed. “I asked her out and she didn’t text me back.”

“Oh, yes. I see. You calmly and gently asked her out and she just for no reason at all blocked you.” Bakugou’s nod of agreement was halted as Kaminari’s voice grew icy and shrill. “That absolutely did NOT HAPPEN.”

Sero patted the charged hero’s shoulder with an understanding hand before taking over the retelling.

“You shouted ‘Take a hike!’ at this doe eyed angel in black. Then came into work the next day confused when you still hadn’t heard from her.”

Kaminari sighed, rubbing his temples before addressing the two professional problems in the room once again.

“So we have closed the agency for the week and Deku’s team will be covering our patrol shifts, while we educate you.”

“YOU DID WHAT???!!!”

“See what I mean? This is going to take a LOT of time. I thought we talked about the screaming already.”

Tired, but finally kinda finished this draft that’s been festering for months.

Masterlist

#Bakugou #bakugou imagines #bakugou drabbles #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha drabbles #bnha imagines #bakusquad #Kaminari #kirishima

[szallejhscorner]

La Maison du Chocolat

No matter how different books are, they always cause the very same feeling. Their smell, the sound of rustling pages, the weight in your hands – it is familiar and welcoming, inviting you to escape this noisy, confusing world outside. You can allow someone else to take you on an adventure with them, be it something exciting or dangerous or romantic. All you have to do is stick to the protagonist and watch how things unfold, with no need to make any moves or decisions yourself.

And most importantly: those protagonists don’t scold you for placing the book down mid-sentence, during a huge fight, not finishing an important business. They won’t be mad at you if you pick up another book instead, forgetting about the first one for weeks until you find it again in the pile of promising stories on your nightstand.

Book stores are a wonderful place as well, because it is completely valid here to skip pages and read a couple of sentences until you move on to another book that looks as if it contains a good story, or to simply watch the covers and admire the art on them. It is usually quite silent since people are minding their own business and if they talk, it’s mostly a low murmur, with no loud shouts or music distracting you.

This time, only the sound of your phone brings you back to reality, causing you to close the book you’re currently holding and drop it onto the table next to you.

The image on the screen shows a certain blonde, and just like always, you try not to get lost in the dark eyes of his. You would have stared at them for hours, completely ignoring the jingle, if it wasn’t for an elderly lady throwing dark glances at you because your phone keeps interrupting the silence.

“Oh, hi?” you eventually whisper, taking the call.

Chishiya sighs on the other side of the line. “Care to tell me what happened to the living room?”

“The living-?” It’s typical for Chishiya to skip any kind of formalities and go straight for the important part, but it also confuses you for a moment because you take a while to understand. And once you do, you swallow down the urge to hit your face against the book shelf closest to you.

“Ohhh…” you answer, trying to explain, “I-… You see, I wanted to clean the living room. See if I could tidy out some things. And when I got to the big cabinet, I found all the old photo albums that we never fully organized.”

You can imagine Chishiya standing there, between dozens of opened albums and at least a hundred photos flying around loosely because they have never been stuck in correctly.

The blonde snorts, not at all convinced by your story. “Well, if you intended to organize them, you failed.”

“I… I wasn’t finished yet! You see, the piles do have a meaning. Childhood photos from you, childhood photos from me, vacations, everything’s sorted. But neither did we have enough albums to put them in correctly, nor was there any tape left.”

“So you went for some tape shopping.”

You look around the store, shrugging sheepishly although Chishiya can’t see it. “Yeah… no. I wanted to go to Marunouchi, but there was this little book store on the way to the Metro station...” The shopping mall isn’t exactly close to your home, and all these books almost shouted at you to stop here, looking much more inviting than something several blocks away. “Did you know they already have the newest release of that one manga you used to read?”

It must sound weird to Chishiya. You messed up the entire flat because you completely got lost in skimming through old memories, and now you’re admiring book covers and beautiful protagonist names, having entirely forgotten about the albums. But the truth is that the photos were interesting as long as you sat there, surrounded by them, and now that they’re out of sight, they have been replaced by fantasy novels and mangas and whatnot.

Through the phone, you can hear the rustling of paper, as if Chishiya is tidying up the piles so he can at least halfway move through the living room. “I’m not reading much lately”, he mutters, “but are you still going to get that tape? Or can I put this mess back into the shelf where it belongs?”

What a shame it’d be if all the work you already put into organizing the photos was for nothing. It took at least two hours to inspect all the photos and find a good way to sort them, and if Chishiya put them back now, you would have to start all over again.

On the other side, the shop is still quite the distance to walk, and it’s getting late… You don’t know if you could still find the motivation to finish this today. “Maybe I can do it tomorrow”, you propose, knowing full well that it might take months to find the needed motivation for this again.

Chishiya knows that, you can hear it in his sigh. “Marunouchi, you say? Might be worth going there now and stopping at La Maison du Chocolat. As far as I know, they’re closed tomorrow.”

You inhale sharply. That’s the chocolatiere selling the best macarons and pralines all throughout Tokyo, and they also have a splendid choice of pastries. A bit more expensive than what you can buy in any normal grocery, but the taste is so worth it! They close early in the evening, but if you hurry, you can still make it in time.

“Bring some crispy pralines”, Chishiya requests. “Oh, and- “ he’s calling your name just as you want to hang up the phone, “- don’t forget your albums and tapes.”

With the image of mouth-watering confectioneries in your mind, you quickly put away the books you had been looking at, still being glared at by the old lady who obviously doesn’t approve of phone calls. As if you had been in a library!

You leave the book store and head to Marunouchi district. Yuurakuchou station is only a few stops from the closest subway entrance, and the train isn’t as crowded as you feared it would be. Sure, there’s no seat left during rush hour, but at least you’re not pressed against some sweaty, smoke-covered stranger this time. Public transport is a blessing until you meet the most disheveled residents of Tokyo, although none of them seem to be in your train now. Instead you notice a woman having a conversation with a friend, and while you don’t get most of what they’re talking about, her voice is so calm and soothing that you could have listened to it for hours. You wonder if she knows about that, if she works as something that requires usage of her voice or if she isn’t aware at all. It’s so mesmerizing that you would have almost missed your stop, and you rush out of the train just before the doors close again.

From Yuurakuchou, it is just a few minutes walk until you reach the chocolatiere. A chocolate-colored front greets you, and the smell inside is so sweet that it feels as if you’ve already eaten a ton of sweets only by breathing in. Wonderful.

An entire wonderland of macarons, éclairs, mousse cakes, pralines, truffles and so much more greets you. Heart-shaped gift boxes filled with the most soul-warming treats, and dark chocolate as well as nut mixes or ones containing alcohol. They even have fruit bars for those who don’t want the rich chocolate taste, but today, you’re here for the full experience.

The nearing closing time is a reminder for you not to get lost in between all the stuff, and you make sure to grab Chishiya’s crispy pralines and the pastries you love so much before anyone can throw you out the store. You can’t leave without buying a handful of other things though, because they look so promising that you have to try them. It will be a blast to eat them together with Chishiya on the sofa tonight.

Hands full of sweets and one bonbon already in your mouth, you make your way back to the subway station when your phone beeps, indicating a message has come from your blonde.

You switch all bags to one hand so the other can take out the phone, and you laugh out loud when you read the words on the screen.

‘Albums and tape. Don’t forget.’

Chishiya knows you so well, it’s almost scary. The pastries have been your motivation to actually go to Marunouchi, and now you would have almost left without the things you intended to buy in the first place.

Still laughing, you turn on your heels and search for the shopping mall that sells the photo tape and the albums. How embarrassing it’d be to get home without them and being mocked by Chishiya. But he’s already fully aware; otherwise he wouldn’t have sent you a reminder with perfect timing.

Oh, how good it is to have a boyfriend like Chishiya Shuntarou.

#aib #alice in borderland #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #oneshot

[daydream-cement]

Hi! If you're still looking for prompts/requests to do with Fern X Larissa, I would love to see maybe the two of them walking around Jericho on a date or something and getting heckled because they're outcasts?

Also this might be a weird question but do you have a Kofi or a tip jar or something like that?

Freaks

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: This was an adorable little idea! Song for this oneshot would be Spurs by Madeline Edwards.

For those that don’t know, I have Buy Me A Coffee. So if you would like to buy me a coffee and support what I do, that is greatly appreciated.

“Sunday we could go over to Burlington. I’ve heard they have a new exhibit at the Fleming Art Museum…” Larissa suggested, after you asked what they should do for the weekend. You had been dating for a few weeks and everything was fresh and new. You were excited to do anything together.

“I saw something about that in the paper. The Dark Goddess photographs or the Rockwell Kent drawings?” You respond. It was the beginning of December and snow had yet to fall. It was probably a little too cold for a walk, but you and Larissa were enjoying a stroll through Jericho anyway.

You pulled yourself against her arm, happy to enjoy the warmth she exuded. Both of your hands gripped her bicep while her spare hand still carried a coffee from the Weathervane. While she didn’t enjoy public displays of affection, she couldn’t deny she loved having you close, “Dark Goddess, but I wouldn’t be apposed to Rockwell. You know when he was-“

Larissa’s sentence was stopped short when she noticed two men blocking your path. Their glares made their malicious intent evident. Your hands grasp at Larissa’s arm, communicating your nervousness at their presence.

Larissa didn’t seem phased. She continued walking, pulling you along with her. When Larissa attempted to move around them, that’s when they became confrontational, “Where do you think you’re going?”

The taller and skinner of the two spoke up, his glare focused on Larissa, “You’re a couple of them freaks from that school, aren’t you?”

You glance up at Larissa wondering what she would say to them. It wasn’t like her to tolerate slander against any outcast. Her lips remained pursed and she stayed silent.

“We teach at the school.” You state, lifting your chin to display a heightened level of confidence. You didn’t want to let them see you waver.

They seemed to ignore your words, continuing a discussion between themselves. They wanted you to hear their bigoted words. The stout man spoke up, “It’s a shame these freaks end up being attractive. That’s how they trick normies into making more of them. Happened to the sheriff, I heard.”

Their words made you cringe in disgust. How could someone speak such vitriolic words?

“I don’t know. The little one looks normal enough. What’s your power, freak?” They finally turn their attention to you and silence permeates the air between you. Now they wanted you to speak. You could see the clouds of breath that manifested in the space between you all.

You knew you had the opportunity to walk away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, instead you chose words that would upset them and Larissa as well. You kept your voice steady and monotone, even though you were nervous to fight back, “The ability to do your mom.”

It was so childish, you knew that well, but these men weren’t interested in having a discussion about outcast/normie relations. No, they just wanted to make you both feel small and lesser. You saw no problem in your words.

“Fern.” Larissa pulled her arm away, not enough to break your grip, but enough to get your attention. Her tone was a warning. It was too late. You said what you said.

“He asked.” You remained steady in your words, not letting Larissa shake you either. The men had obviously been taken aback and were thrown by you taking a bit of power back from them. You watched them glance at each other, looking for the other to come up with something to say.

Instead of finding something to say back to you, the stout one led the way, pushing past you. The tall one moved past Larissa, choosing to spill her coffee which slashed on her shoes. Larissa was quiet in her reaction, but you heard her words, “Oh, my new shoes…”

You feigned like you were picking up her cup, but your hand reached into the dormant grass nearby. You focused past Larissa’s legs onto the moving feet of the men. Much to your delight, you watched the grass near them churn and move. Roots moved from the ground grasping at their shoes, just enough to trip them, sending them tumbling to the ground. The roots then slithered back into the ground to enjoy their dormancy. Larissa didn’t see what you did, but did spin around to see the two men on the pavement, trying to salvage the rest of their dignity.

“Must have been uneven pavement,” You shrug and pick up the now empty coffee cup and lid, “Come on. I’ll buy you a new coffee.”

You loop your arm through Larissa’s, pulling her along with you, but her eyes remained on the men, scanning the pavement. Larissa tried hiding a satisfied smile. She noticed that the concrete looked perfectly fine, leading her to doubt your reasoning. She shook the feeling, trying to forget about the men.

Her hands came to rest on your bicep now, bringing up your words from earlier, “Ability to do your mom? What are you? 12?”

#larissa weems #fern rogers #wednesday netflix #fanfic #gwendoline christie #stately sequoia #oneshot #larissa weems x oc #the cedars have eyes #violet and rose

[sanityshorror]

My basic boundaries & rules, please read - and actually read the entire thing, thanks.

I'm actually a very laid back person, but I'm going to be absolutely blunt and outright here, if you find that to be unacceptable, that's weird.

NO FUCKING RACISM, SEXISM, QUEERPHOBIA OF ANY SORT, OR ANY TYPE OF BIGOTRY IN GENERAL IS ALLOWED. FUCK OUTTA HERE WITH THAT SHIT.

Don't trauma dump/over share, I am extremely uncomfortable when people do this and it puts me in a weird place.

My work is intended for an adult audience and is primarily in the extreme horror genre.VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED.

Don't send me asks about Julius and/or Killian's...man parts*. Seriously, it got old a very long time ago. I don't answer asks like this and asking more isn't going to get me to answer.

Don't DM me unless you're 18+, plain and simple.

RULE REMINDER: Anyone who is under 18, block the tag #hellcrew18+ and DNI with anything tagged as such. This has always been a rule but I feel like I should remind people.

If I block you, that means you make me uncomfortable and/or I want nothing to do with you -- don't make accounts or attempt in any manner, to circumvent that. it's fucking creepy, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?

DNI if you aren't capable of comprehending my bio.

Don't ask me if your OC can know Julius and/or Killian -- the answer is no.

No shipping discourse, I find both sides of it to be annoying. I am a splatterpunk author and horror artist, and I am not a fandom creator either, all my content is my original creations. shipping is not my priority as a creator.

Please keep in mind that I am not my characters, and that I am a real person. It's very dehumanizing when people treat me as if I'm just some vessel to the characters, and as if the characters are the real people. This is something I've experienced many times, it's genuinely hurtful and incredibly dehumanizing.

DO NOT bring drama, try to start drama/"stir the pot" etc to my blog and with me in general. I do not have time for drama and want nothing to do with it. It's stupid. If you don't like me or my creations, that's fine - please block me. If I at any point feel uncomfortable towards anyone, I will block them. There is no reason to try to start drama. It's not entertaining, it's incredibly stressful. I want no part of it. If you're incapable of following this rule, you are the problem. This rule should generally apply universally (yes, even in real life), to me, you and your father etc.

If you are going to DM me, PLEASE tell me your own boundaries so I can know and respect them as well! I dont want to disrespect someone else's boundaries, that's why I need others to tell me theirs - so I can make sure I respect them.

Additionally, you need to understand that my work does not reflect me as a person. I DO NOT CONDONE THE HARMFUL ACTIONS AND I FIND THE HARMFUL SHIT MY CHARACTERS DO TO BE ABSOLUTELY REPREHENSIBLE. These dark topics are supposed to be disturbing and meant to be upsetting, make you uncomfortable, etc.

It's fine to be obsessive over my characters/creations (I don't care whether it's positive or negative) but it's extremely not okay to obsess over me - positive or negative, in any manner. It makes me beyond uncomfortable.

Please actually understand what my characters are like in canon before you get too attached. It's fine to HC them in complete OOC and AU ways. But it's not okay to lash out at me in anger when you get attached to my characters through the art and your headcanons, only to find out you're incredibly bothered by the canon - and don't even go there trying to tell me what to do with my characters. I will do what I want, I created them. You have fun with HCs and AUs. IDC if you love my characters but hate me. Just don't harass me (or anyone, for the matter).

I'll add more if I can think of more. I'm horrible at and feel anxious over setting my boundaries, because I often feel guilty and like I'm going to upset people and/or they will not even be regarded (which, yes, has already happened countless times since I set my boundaries). Please be respectful.

*by man parts I mean don't ask about their dicks, for clarification👍

#blog update

[mephyyy]

So I was trying to find some random Sonic OCs off Google to draw today because, man, art block killing me. I would like to prefece that I, myself, have Sonic OCs.

(This is all old art, except for my sonic.exe oc, but alas)

I think they're fun and a good way to express your creativity, whether that's writing them to date a character that you like or to be the most popular/powerfulest person EVER.

But with my not very deep dive into the 3 page of Google, I realized that even the really well draw or intriguing OCs are "cringe" and "Mary Sues".

With this, the notion comes that OCs are inherently cringe and not worth making unless you make them the most boring and unspecial person ever. Like: "This is my Sonic oc, Joe the cat. He works at a desk job, and he likes coffee." Making just your average Joe can be fun, but the thought that ALL OCs have to be fucking boring is dumb.

This thought is everywhere. You scroll through Google for 30 seconds, and you see articles about sonic OCs being a sickness, like this article from the medium. Like the drawing that a 10 y/o posted on deviant art about their green sonic will irreparably damage art.

This mindset actually hurts art in the long run. If you get told over and over again that the self insert you make is cringe and you should never draw again then, inevitably, you're going to stop drawing.

I was someone actually who thought for a very long time that my OCs shouldn't be special, or have super cool powers, or even have heterocromia. A good lot of my original characters were boring because I was worried about making a Mary Sue (Thanks CyberSans). It's actually a very deliberate choice that my self-insert/persona, Mephy, cringe.

Yes, I took things from jjba and Sonic to make this weird combo of Mephiles, Diego, jouta, and myself. I did this to push myself to make something "cringe," and anytime I think about removing his tail, I remember why I gave him one.

After I disregarded being seen as cringe, did I start to like designing characters. Just the want to make something I like without being worried if it's cringe or not. I think the freedom to make things like this is very important for young artists (or just artists in general). It's very liberating.

I took the making things purposefully cringe into my TF2 OCs. I gave them on the noise names, and I gave them back stories that were edgy. I enjoyed it. It made me happy.

With the acceptance of being seen as weird, I almost forgot what things were "cringe." I've just been seeing so many people happily making sonadow fan kids that I forgot people think that's cringe. I forgot that edgy OCs is cringe. I forgot that just being into something odd is cringe, and that makes me sad. I honestly thought that we got past thinking that darkspine the evil hedgehog (original character, do not steal) is cringe.

It's just sad. These OCs are cool. And yes, there are sonic OCs that aren't seen as cringe, like Ian Jr, S.N.T., or Trevor the hedgehog, but those are the exceptions. When was the last time you heard something say that Rosechu was their favorite OC? That's right, you haven't because sonichu is very much "cringe" (and don't bring up that Chris-chan did some fucked up shit, y'all didn't like she before she went to jail or did any of that fucked up stuff.) Why can't someone just make someone weird?

Concussion: Stop seeing things as cringe, and cringe culture is NOT dead until we kill it ourselves.

Anyway, I think I have written enough, and my English teacher would say that this is an emotional rant and that I need to rewrite like half of this. I think one of her exact words on a paper I wrote was "zack, this sentence makes me want to smear poop in my hair."

Here is some old art is some of my favorite little guys I found off Google (:

#rant #sonic #sth #sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #sonic ocs #sonic rant #original character #original characters #cringe #cringe culture #i think i can write a paper on this tbh #oc #ocs #cringe cultural isn't dead no matter how many times you say it #it lives untill you make sure it's dead

[bardic-inspo]

For the WIP tag:

Here's one from my screenshot folder! Dealer's choice for any Fallout WIP; BtG or otherwise. (I'm still woefully behind on trying BG3 :'D)

My apologies for one very belated response. Thanks for sending this in <3 <3

I feel like this is a little bit of a confessional, haha, but I'm in a weird mental spot with Bring the Gasoline and I have been for some time. It's a thing I made, that wouldn't exist without me, and I've become so intimidated to all hell by it. I have this incredible comment from a dear friend on the last chapter from ages and ages ago, that I still can't bring myself to finish replying to, because I can't seem to just absorb the damn compliment. Doesn't make any sense 😂

I know in my core I will come back to it. I will finish it. I care very deeply about this story. Maybe it was too deeply for a little while, and maybe that was part of the block/problem I'm having with it. I think so much of this is also born out of the pandemic. BtG was one of the things that really got me through it.

But as a result also, I think a lot of my self esteem got wrapped up in it in a not great way. My imposter system migrated into this space of: sure, you can write this, but you sure can't write anything else. Real mean self-talk that, to be honest, I haven't really shaken off. Shit that I would take a friend and shake them if they talked about their art or themselves that way.

I'm trying to unravel that now by writing for a new fandom. And that's included some hard lessons as well as a lot of positive things. I'm still finding my footing in this new space and the balance between wanting interaction vs. writing what I really want to. I think, generally speaking, it's only going to be good for me and for BtG for me to play in that different space for a bit, and come back to the story with less weight on my shoulders.

BUT, all that heavy shit aside: I have the rest of the fic very mapped out in my brain. I'm so excited to share it someday. I still get warm and fuzzies and daydreams of Mac and Nat (and Deacon).

Here's the last ominous tidbit I have hanging out in my current chapter draft:

“Tom, get her the holotape.” Thirty minutes, Dez said. Twenty-five now, maybe. At most.

#sorry for the unprompted confessional #I think I've been holding that in a bit #bring the gasoline #ask games #writing #imposter syndrome

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Birder

Debut: Shovel Knight

Have you hearder of Birder? I like it more than murder! Birder is quite a fascinating creature, and makes quite an impression from its first minor appearance alone! Let’s look at it!

In the first three campaigns, Birders are nearly exclusive to the Lost City area, which takes place deep underground where lava and slime flow. Why are they there? I don’t know, but from the first time you see it, it is clear this is not just any enemy! They are rapidly flashing like they’re pulsing with energy, they are constantly bounding around the room, and though they may be small, they have more health than most standard enemies!

One thing I love about Birder’s design, and which I hope was intentional, is that its shape really brings to mind a badminton birdie. It’s a great shape. A great object! More sports should use weird little doodads instead of basic balls!

Birder’s official art, for whatever reason, looks like this. This does not really look like Birder... but I don’t mind! I love it! It is so funny! It looks like someone had a napkin with a Birder-like pattern on it, thought “this reminds me of Birder”, folded it into a Birder shape, and drew eyes on it. It is so delightful!

Though they may look like beings of pure energy, Birders are no doubt Animals, and perfect Animals at that. As we can see with the adorably named Ambirder, some live Birders have been preserved in slime, suggesting they have not needed to change much at all in a very long time! I guess it makes sense for a species dwelling within the depths of the earth, undisturbed for centuries...

...except, that is not actually the case! Birders flock in the mountainous Birder Bluffs, which may be their breeding grounds, considering this is where we see their eggs. And look at those eggs! Spherical and translucent! These are truly no ordinary birds, though no less biological! I guess Birders are perfectly adapted not just to the bowels (heehee!) of the earth, but also to the tops of mountains... they are SO good at surviving! Birders deserve a lot of respect, and it is clear some people respected them a great deal in the past, enough to carve out their image on the Birder Blocks seen in the bottom portion of the image.

Also, behold Birder Bearer! Birders who bear platforms... who are those for? Have these Birders survived, with platforms, since the previous civilization inhabited these bluffs? Maybe they use the platforms themselves, perhaps to bring eggs or hatchlings back to the underground? This may be the first documented case of Birder tool use...!

It is clear the developers love Birder a whole lot, making it not only one of the “main” enemies of the game, but also actually story-important! There will be spoilers for Shovel Knight: King of Cards under the cut, but if you have played it or don’t mind spoilers, please join me in discussing my favorite of all Birder-related things!

This is KING BIRDER! The king of the Birders! You can tell by his name, and his demeanor, and his entire body that he has. King Birder is Evil, he is Wicked, he is an all around Bad Guy. But wait! I said this was my favorite Birder-related thing! What is the catch?

It was all a ruse! King Birder is no king at all, but a normal Birder, bewitched and puppeteered into doing a villain’s bidding! And after his defeat, the illusion is revealed, and Birder goes back to bouncing around, but now with a voice of his own as a side effect of his controlling! Birder (character) is absolutely delightful! He immediately greets others as new friends, and is quick to help by offering information he’s overheard!

He is even Holdable! You could hold him!

Birder dedicates himself to fighting for all those without a voice, having known firsthand what it was like... how is he so perfect? How is this bird real?

I hope I’ve made you into a #BirderHerder after this post! That’s our fan name! That’s us! Spread it on social media if you want! But I’m not going to make any effort to spread it myself!

#birder #shovel knight #king birder #shovel knight enemies #shovel knight characters #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako #ok maybe just one #birderherder

[lelandmylove]

Pinned post because I'm finally not lazy and uh I wanna change my description. So.

Basic information about me

HAIIII CALL ME AGUSTIN!

He/Him

Uh I'm 14! So yk don't be weird or gross. Birthday January 15th! My zodiac sign is a Capricorn ♑!

Trans/Pansexual

I like Leland idk if that was obvious..

Proshipers, Transphobic, Homophobic, Zoophiles, and yk just basic DNI.

Blog info

This blog is mainly for my Tcsm OC Cindy Mayfield and sometimes just me ranting or rebologing random shit.

Sometimes when I get frustrated I'll vent on here but usually after like an hour or smth I'll delete it but in case you don't really wanna see any of that and are just here for my OCs then I'll direct you to this blog- @lillambtotheslaughter

I do plan on making more side blogs for other OCS and maybe for my original story I wanna bring back to life sooner or later but for now I only have that one. Yes I know that my second blog doesn't have many posts but that's because I'm trying my best to finish the pinned post for it when I get motivation too.

RULES FOR THIS ACCOUNT!

Pretty basic nothing too big or anything.

•Don't make weird/rude comments on my blog. (If you don't like the shit I draw or what I post then block me. Don't be a little bitch.)

•You are allowed to draw my OCs so long as you tag me in the art and also ask permission before hand!

•This goes for rule one don't harass me by abusing the anonymous opinion in the ask's because of something you don't like. Just grow up and hit the block button it's really tiring having to deal with that.

•Honestly just have fun here. Giggle at the stupid shit I draw, comment whatever you want (except hate fuck you) on the drawings, just enjoy yourself on my blog

MY HUSBAND'S AND WIVES😍‼️

(also known as my f/o's)

Tcsm

•Leland McKinney. (Been married for a full year already 😏)

•Sonny Williams (believe it or not I actually have quite a few drawings of him and Cindy)

•Sissy slaughter

Creepypasta

•Ben drowned (FUCKING LOVE BEN)

•Eyeless jack (SAME AS BEN BRO LOVE THESE TWO)

Demon slayer

•Sanemi Shinazugawa

•Zenitsu Agatsuma

•Genya Shinazugawa (Ye I got both the brothers)

•Kanaroji Mitsuri

•Goto (that one Kakushi that's always finding tanjiro and his friends)

I have more I just need to remember because they're all scattered from different fandoms 😭

Other blogs:

@lillambtotheslaughter @hillyhay

And that's it. That's the end of this pinned post. Tbh kinda disappointing but Idrc. You kinda learn more about me the longer you get to know me so👰💍

[autumn-sweet-fae]

ok inspired by this post you reblogged—

imagine them double battling trainers and both doing the thing- It’d go viral online if there is footage taken from that and imagine all the theories of Akari being Ingo & Emmets relatives blow up even more lmao—

Yes! @braparty art is so cute!! I especially love Ingo and Akari’s with expressions!

And I originally was gonna respond with something short but then this got so far away from me, so enjoy!

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The first time Akari struck that pose beside Ingo had been at Mr. Dagero’s photo studio. 

Ingo has had a appreciation for photography from the moment he had learned of the little shops opening. The warden started stopping by every so often to get a new photo of his Pokémon and their new evolutions. Then, as he made friends with those in the security corps he would politely request that they stand for a photo, which they were happy to do so. (Zisu even hung the photo of them all together in her office at the dojo.) Ingo would gather these keepsakes in a small book that he’d keep in his pocket at all times. For him, having a physical image of past events and friends gave him a sense of security, as they were much less ephemeral than his own memory.

Then came the morning that he encountered miss Akari at the studio. He requested she do him the honor of posing with him for a photo and she was happy to do so. It turned out she had developed her own fondness for photography for the same reasons he had.

Of the many photos they had taken that day, the one that stood out the most to him had been the one where Akari had mimicked him. In the photo itself she had also copied his frown but when she had asked him if she was doing the pose right she had the biggest grin. He couldn’t understand the weird mix of emotions he felt at seeming this person who he cares so much for copying his pose. He knew it had an important meaning to him in his life before Hisui, and to see someone else doing it along side him… it meant something.

Much later, after discovering Ingos lost Arc- transceiver and being tasked to collect dozens of Hisuis regional Pokemon, Akari and Ingo find themselves traversing the Coronet highlands in the pouring rain to track down a reported flock of Rowlets.

They’re forced to take to a long winding route through the mountains as the rain makes climbing to slippery for Ingo, and Lady Sneasler is  currently unavailable to aid them. Akari is excited to learn the reason is that noble is expecting a clutch of eggs and has spent the week nesting in her den in preparation. But, as happy as that news is, Akari can tell that Ingo seems almost sad when he tells her about it. It takes her a moment to realize the reason. At the rate they currently are catching Pokémon, by the time the eggs hatch Ingo and Akari will have long returned to their home beyond space and time, never to see Sneasler and her babies again.

Akari is at a loss for words for what to say. Ingo stays stone faced as always, moving forward in the rain. Akari hurries after only for Ingo to suddenly stop and throw his arm our in front of her to halt her advance. She realizes something must be blocking the path up ahead and goes silent. Nodding to each other, under the cover of the storm, Akari creeps forward to get a look at what Ingo saw.

There, standing side by side in the center of the road, are the bandit sisters Clover and Coin. Clearly they were planing on ganging up on and robbing any travelers who unfortunate enough to cross their path. And yet Akari can only grin as she turns back to Ingo. She suggest they both take on the bandits together, with her Typhlosion, Dusk, vs Clovers Abomasnow, and his Gliscor vs Coins Toxicroak! Whoever makes their opponent drop first wins!

The thought of a double battle starts to bring back Ingo’s energy. In all his time in Hisui he had yet to experience one and yet the idea feels so familiar. Akari’s excitement is infections and she’s so happy to see how Ingo’s eye have lit up at her suggestion.

The two confront the bandits and, on a pure whim, Akari follows Ingo’s lead and mirrors his pose as he orders the sisters to stand clear of the tracks or risk their safety. The sheer volume of the command gives away his enthusiasm and joy of the moment. The battle may be a short one but it’s a battle none the less, and to have someone he cares for grinning by his side and pointing with him as he declares their challenge feels so familiar. He knows he’s done this before, in his life before Hisui.

The sisters try to stand their ground and intimidate the two but they’re partners are at a severe disadvantage. Ingo’s Gliscor moves first and KO’s Toxicroak in one shot, while Dusks makes short work of Abomasnow. The bandits are pissed and promise their revenge before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

After gathering their rewards Ingo and Akari spend the rest of the trek to the Rowlet outbrake theorizing potential combos and duo match ups of double battles. Both are so excited at unlocking the memory of the existence of the battle method. They agree they they’ll need to start offering this battle style at the training grounds once they get back! If only so they can have trainers to battle.

By the time they reach the future and are challenged by modern trainers to double battles, Ingo and Akari have become a formidable duo! They have a good read on each other and can usually predict the other next move. Akari still mirrors Ingo’s pose every time they battle together because she can see the way he lights up when she does and also they look so cool.

Someone of course captures a picture and post it online, and tags #LikeFatherLikeDaughter and #SubwayBossJr starts trending. Emmet has allot of mixed feelings when he sees the pose of them together.

#submas wanted au #submas #Ingo #Akari #Emmet #pokemon #pokemon fic

[cynical-cy]

patting myself on the back for doing lining on art feels so weird cause im just like-- i need to get these things done, but physically cannot bring myself to, so i have to be "ok, i did good" after doing what should be the bare minimum in terms of how i WANT to work with art

i hate how the last few months have been me gripping with trying to make money via art and being so just, blocked for energy to create-- something myself from 10 years ago would be screaming at me for squandering

i know im supposed to put myself first. i know that i shouldn't beat myself up over not being able to produce. but i also need to make money, and the only way i know how is to squeeze the toothpaste tube for all it has and then some

#cyspeaks #vent #sorta #im just all kinds of frazzled rn #i need to finish the other half of the lines on this comm and then gt in contact w/ my (currently) last client in queue #so i can hopefully get enough for rent by the end of the month

[liauditore]

Hi I’m love anon revenge to the fact that Tubby got a hate anon (they will learn their hate only makes me more powerful)

God your art is stunning, I’ve been wanting to say this for a bit because oh my god it is beautiful. I can’t quite explain what it is about but it’s one of my favourite art styles I’ve ever seen. My favourite price of yours is probably the one of Scott’s hand holding Jimmy’s head while his nose is bleeding (hopefully that description makes sense). I don’t know how you did it but I feel genuine fear just looking at that piece the emotion is so well done. Also I love the general shininess of your art I’m not sure what exactly that means but it is so captivating I love it.

Also the piece with Pearl and Jimmy is so cool the way you use artsyles to communicate ideas is so creative and it works so well

Also you reblog so much cool stuff that I love seeing and I think it’s so cool that you show love not only to the source material you love but also to other fans and artists. I love seeing people support other creators and create friendships and bonds with people who love the same things as them. It’s beautiful and so human

HI ANON???? sorry for taking so long to respond I had this open for hours just kinda staring at it and melting into a puddle i hkhkfdhklhfdhhhhhlljf. me pictured below staring at my inbox for 6 hours straight

i love the implication that you are a balancing force of nature anon.... (alas i have actually never received hate anons so i suppose i need the evil version of u to show up sometime later to bring true balance.)

I know the exact pieces you mean!! I can't express how happy it made me reading that you had like. a favourite piece of mine i just hkhdlkflhkshlfhh a lot of the times posting art online feels kinda like chucking things into the void and sometimes the void says smth back but this is more like oh shit there's been people there the whole time. there is no void there's just a bunch of guys underneath a big blanket and some of those guys are really awesome!! and some of those guys are really awesome and they like my drawings waughh

I love the life series so much I can't get over how it's been.. more than a year now that ive been obsessing over it but the fandom is so wonderful too. Even the discourse brings me joy in a weird kinda sociopathic way (idk man I just find it kind of funny/entertaining watching people argue about cubes kissing). I used to not reblog stuff on this blog at all (i kinda just assumed that's how tumblr worked) but over time my art blog got more popular and I was like.... man there's all these other cool artists that I want people to see.

I love this fandom and I love my mutuals and I love artists I follow and I love talking everyday to my friends about block people it's so awesome and cool I want to do it forever. and I love this message anon I love you!!!!! Idk what else to put here uhhhh scott smajor attack

#asks

[psychosupernova-a]

{ @coollyinterferes continued w/ Alaire Dax }

"I'd tell you more of the details," Regarding the lab and things "But I don't think we should keep her waiting too long. She's probably terrified." Despite the fact to many she might calm off as calm, but Alaire can almost sense the anxiety from the child. He doesn't blame her for that as he can only imagine what she's been through. "I was an accident, I can only imagine what she's been through.. planned." The lab did have their hands on him long before he'd broken out, but who knows just how long those people had Michelle in their clutches.

"I believe technically she would be considered our child." It.. feels weird saying that? Flustering, in a way, but at the same time, he's not really sure what to feel? Mostly due to Michelle's existence likely being painful. "I wonder how she found us?" The question can't help but be raised. How did she get here? "Maybe-" The finding DNA left behind in a fight made sense, but part of him still feels a bit.. violated? In that what if it wasn't? Were these people just lurking around and he hadn't noticed them? The idea of that is.. terrifying. He's not going to lie. "I don't like the idea anyone is snooping around without me realizing. If they were, I should have noticed?" Brows furrow in the frustration of the thought.

Only Alaire suddenly becomes alert. Gaze visibly shifts, the werecat perrking up in a way that is absolutely akin to a cat upon suddenly having their attention caught - by a sound or something else. In this case? Sound. The subtle sound of someone entering his home is caught easily by heightened sense of hearing. Knowing Michelle is still by herself is reason enough as to why Alaire bolts back into the living room without a single thought.

There he finds a stranger just by the front door; Their position is surprisingly relaxed. Arms crossed over their chest as they're leaning against the wall. "I don't know if I should consider it good or bad that the kid is so easy to track." The stranger in his home speaks and just before Alaire can even make any attempts to confront them, Michelle is up and between them with her arms up in a way that suggests she's blocking them from each other. Not like it'd do much if a fight broke out, but it does distract Alaire enough to get his attention on her. "He helped!" She exclaims, bringing Alaire to blink. "Broke her out myself, actually." The stranger speaks again. Out of the lab? That's the only thing Alaire can assume.

By now, Robert has joined them - likely quick to follow after the werecat when he bolted as such behavior was unlike him. It's only as Alaire visibly lowers his guard; Very clearly riled up by a stranger in his home, especially with what he's already dealing with in regards to Michelle - that the child sighs and lowers her arms in relief. "Mister Shishio helped me get here." Michelle is quick to inform the both of them, already close by the two men she just not long ago referred to as Papa.

"That's.. relieving to hear." Alaire admits quietly, nearly sighing, but keeping the sound to himself "You know," Shishio is suddenly speaking, standing and moving closer, but cautiously and with hands visible. You know, just in case. "I never would have thought the great artist Alaire Dax wouldn't be human." They're looking him up and down. "If I didn't know what you were already," Because of Michelle, no doubt "I'd say it makes sense. You do have that whole vampire aesthetic down. I mean, long dark hair? Pale as porcelain? And you're into the arts? Talk about stereotype. Didn't exactly expect the whole cat boy thing though." Shishio snickers. "This whole conversation is cute and all," Alaire is visibly getting agitated at their remarks via the roll of his eyes at their statement. Even if he can tell they're just poking fun. He doesn't like it. Primarily because they're still technically a stranger. "Right, right. Serious subjects at hand. Gotcha." Alaire is interrupted by Shishio.

"Looks like kiddo needs a nap before the adults talk." They're pointing out, gesturing toward Michelle with their head who has since their conversation started, found her way by Robert and Alaire; Hugging onto Robert's leg without much warning. The child is visibly worn out. Something unsurprising. "Right."

#coollyinterferes #{ ;; Alaire Dax ~ Verse: JJBA } #{ ;; Michelle D. Speedwagon } #{ ;; Shishio Joshi } #//I'll work on the rest later or tomorrow uwu

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

ok i have been informed new twitter people were showing up so here’s some honkai tumblr fandom stuff:

some people use #hi3 or #honkaiimpact3rd but most i see just use #honkai impact. pick one or two and tag those when you wanna be seen! i recommend you tag characters and ships as well!

tag your hate with something as well so people can block it out (ex: “elysia hate”, “kiamei hate”) and don’t censor words so people’s filters catch them. block the hate tags you don’t like too! if someone didn’t tag you can send a polite ask about it. or just block them lol

if you try to harass someone you are getting blocked. yes this includes sending anon asks while having any “good” reasons to harass someone that you can think of. bad vibes? you don’t like their ships? you don’t like their beliefs? block them. block me! not worth it, no one will intrude on your dash unless you want them to on tumblr (well, besides users paying for Blazed, though you can support the site’s independence and pay for ad removal to get rid of those), as you can turn off recommended posts. mind your own business and be a good neighbor

in the same vein, don’t spread weird rumors about people. there’s been a pissy anti going around who tries to get people to hate me in particular, my running theory is that it’s a crush they’re really angry about having at this point 😊 follows and likes are often private, if you wanna get to know someone you’re gonna have to actually talk to them, or see what they actually say. don’t believe random anons about strangers, and don’t be an ass even if you dislike the stranger. even if shinigami eyes caught a terf— just block them and move on, they’re not worth your energy. (note that nobody vets who they’re reblogging from 99% of the time, unlike twitter reblog chains don’t necessarily link back to the OP. the worst that weird anon could bring up was “in that reblog chain there was a bad person” that i’d never heard about. it’s pathetic. don’t do that. just block. out of sight out of mind)

if you don’t like an ask, or if they’re being rude or spreading rumors, you can just delete it

you can say ass here. and murder. and fuck. go wild. if you don’t like some of these you can filter them as well. (use filter content instead of filter tag).

you can froth at the mouth enthusiastically in the tags of a reblogged post to let the op know how much you’re enjoying their content (they will be delighted)

reblog art! reblog fic links! community needs direct action on here 🥰 fics in particular need love because they’re not eye-catching. you can repost links of fics you love as well!

you don’t have to be brief and you can post many more pics at once. unleash your inner essayist, i’m always down to read some fun rambles

personalize your blog a little bit to let others know you’re not a bot! else you might get blocked by accident

nudes have been made legal on tumblr again. porn has not. that includes drawn depictions of sex acts. you’ll probably have to host on another site and link it here with an ok preview with a community label for sexual themes (think privatter or poipiku). if you’re an adult you can change your settings to filter or not filter community labeled mature content at will, but bear in mind the default is that it will not be seen

if you see a porn bot report and block them, in that order

tag your spoilers something consistent, I use #honkai spoilers. spoilers is anything that hasn’t been published to global yet

hope you enjoy yourself!

#honkai impact #hi3 #honkaiimpact3rd #psa

[kitkatt0430]

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🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats 

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🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

My dad has retired which means I can spend more time with him. Since I live and work near him & my mom, I can meet up with him for lunch sometimes on weekdays.

I've gotten back into reading new mangas lately now that there's a Barnes and Noble just down the street from me. Before that the closest book store was a resell shop that, though nice, doesn't have the greatest manga selection. With mangas and comic books I tend to prefer physical books over ebooks, so it's been really nice to be able to browse a large selection again without having to drive fifteen to twenty minutes.

I've been reorganizing my kitchen which probably sounds boring, but I've gotten some new dishware and glassware that's brighter and more colorful than my old stuff and so the open shelves actually look really fun now. Since I started indoor renovations last year, I've really been enjoying how having things brighter and more colorful help lift my mood, so I've been trying to extend that where I can.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Hmmm, well... I've researched various sentencing standards for various crimes and how those crimes are classed. But that's not really weird. Nor was looking up how living wills work and power of attorney and what-not. Though it was interesting to learn that in the US if you give someone the right to make medical decisions for you when you can't, they cannot also be your doctor. So if you need a surgery and a surgeon in that field holds the right to make your medical decisions then they cannot also be the one who performs the surgery

Makes sense, but was also an interesting/relevant find for fic writing in the Flash with regards to Caitlin.

But weird... weird... I'm pretty sure looking up poisons is par for the course for a fic writer too. Average apartment rent...

I think I tend to look up more mundane stuff and make up the weird, really...

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

So it might help to step back and see if there are any patterns in when you're feeling blocked and/or low in creative feelings. For me, in the Fall I start to feel kinda burned out. It's definitely a seasonal thing for me that brings it on and, unfortunately, sometimes trying to just push through makes it worse. The more stressful my year, the harder that Fall burnout hits me.

Knowing what the pattern is can help you break that pattern, or learn to recognize and react in more helpful ways to minimize how it makes you feel.

For me, I think looking into aides for dealing with seasonal affective disorder may help. Having alternative hobbies that I can turn to also helps to calm me down when I'm upset or even just annoyed about something. I can pick up a video game to take my frustration out in the game battles or grab a paint-by-numbers or scratch art page and concentrate on creating something pretty to look at. It helps hit that creative scratch I need without frustrating me over how my own imagination is kinda at a low point for making fanworks.

But also there's learning to accept that sometimes burnout just happens. It's not my fault and being upset with myself doesn't fix the issue. Being able to step back and say 'okay, I need to focus on something else for now and let my creativity recover' isn't easy, but it's an important part of letting my brain heal from whatever is causing the block.

#thank you ^_^ #kitkatt0430 answers #writers ask game #emoji ask meme