Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

In an interview with, David Karp (Tumblr's founder) admitted, "Being on computers all the time makes me feel gross."

Trending Blogs
#it's for her own good but

my mom, always: look through your stuff to see if there is anything you can give away!
me, with like three pair shoes: i guess i use this the less?
my mom: great! anything you dont use or dont use often would be great!
me, staring into nothing while also looking at her closet with so much stuff that some of them still have the tag on:.. i will look again…

0 notes · See All

A rhythm game based on cutting blocks and dodging obstacles to the beat of music, Beat Saber is a big, real world game - As well as being one of Mako’s favorites. But as such, its eventually adapted to the world of Link VRAINS, as well, albeit with a few… Changes.

Within the network, the game’s playing area is wider; while the player is still confined to a platform just large enough to provide free range of movement, blocks, walls, and mines can come from multiple directions within a 180 degree view. With the wider range and little clue as to where the next block or obstacle would come from, players quickly learn to incorporate dancing into their playstyle, keeping them on their toes and able to hit the next block while simultaneously avoiding being hit by anything else thrown their way. This makes the game more physical and offers a bit of exercise, more than the regular game usually allows.

Though the game is still very much virtual, the same obstacles of walls and mines remain. Walls are simple and their length and width is determined by the settings of the song being played, with a solid-colored outline and a slightly translucent design everywhere else. While they’re meant to be dodged, colliding with one in this version of the game provides the player with an instant loss, as well as a jolt akin to walking into a wall in real life.

On the other hand, mines provide damage to a VRAINS-only player ‘health bar’. The bar allows players to take a certain number of hits from mines and missed blocks before slapping a large ‘failed’ stamp on their round, and on the easiest difficulty setting, mines deal 2 points of damage per hit, up to five on the highest. Like walls, they provide a jolt when collided with, much like being hit with a slightly prickly baseball wherever the mine touched. Mines can be dodged or ducked under like walls, but also now jumped over.

Players still cut blocks with light swords, though the game can be customized to wield a connected dual sword instead for a greater challenge. Likewise, the game’s settings can be fiddled with to make it either easier or harder within reason, from adjusting the health bar to be a bit higher or lower, the number of mines, blocks, and walls, speed of the song - and the game in general, and how much damage can be done on collision. This allows for better players to find a challenge, while less skilled can still play without failing their run too quickly.

Just like in real life, Mako - as Alanna - tends to spend a fair bit of her time within Link VRAINS’ Central Station when she’s logged in alone, playing both alone and against anyone willing to go a few rounds against her. The game, to her, is much like cooking; a way to clear her mind and focus on something not her life offline or her troubles, and further helps to keep her anxieties and autophobia at bay. Still, she tends to avoid any tournaments that happen to start up, both online and off, fully believing her skills to be nowhere near good enough to play in them.

Maybe someday…

1 notes · See All

So, I’m not going to post the pictures, because I’m pretty sure tumblr’s wack system will try to take it down. But Anastasia recently posted a few pictures of herself and someone dressed as her version of Boris.

And one of the images is her in handcuffs, holding condoms, with the person dressed as Boris sort of holding her down.

There are a lot of issues with this, clearly the most obvious being a sixteen-year-old girl posting a picture of herself in a compromising position, in fucking handcuffs and holding condoms. This is a recurring issue, and I think it can classify as her posting borderline child pornography of herself. I don’t know if images like that are legal in Russia, but considering making pornography over there is illegal, images like that could (and should) get her in trouble.

There’s also an issue that I think a lot of her fans aren’t even realizing. She has an extremely unhealthy obsession with her versions of Bendy and Boris. She pays to get her own merchandise of them (which is also illegal), spends what seems like all her time making edits and suggestive content with them, and of course having someone (I assume her friend?) dress as Boris and take suggestive pictures with her.

It’s one thing to just really love a character. It’s another to go out of your way to do illegal things for them. And I can’t help but feel that the people who are allowing/encouraging her to get her own merch and do Boris cosplay with her are enabling her, feeding into her delusion that….I guess that Boris is her brother…that she also has sex with?????? Ok.

Considering how viciously she attacks people who also love those models/characters, or claims that she made the models herself, it really seems like she’s becoming unable to distinguish her fantasies from reality. She seriously needs to be taken away from those models, maybe MMD itself, because what she’s doing is anything but healthy. The way that she builds up an entire persona for these characters, making them their own VK and Instagram and YouTube, I honestly think she’s trying to feed her delusion that Bendy and Boris are real.

Now, a reminder, because some people want to see this issue as just completely black or white. I believe Anastasia is suffering from some kind of disorder, or is building delusions because of depression or something. I’m not a psychiatrist, this is just what I think her actions are saying. I think she needs help. Does that mean that what she does is okay? No, not at all. It means that she needs to stop, for the sake of others AND herself. She has an extremely unhealthy attachment to these characters, she’s trying to build her own fantasy world and make other people feed into it with fanart and cosplay, and shutting down other people who she feels are threatening her fantasy. That is escapism in the extreme, and it is VERY bad for you, especially the way that she does it. This is not a good thing for her friends or fans to be supporting. At this point they’re just making everything worse for her.

I continue to make these posts, with honest concern for Anastasia and the people she’s hurt, because I hope that they will reach someone. If you see this and want others to see it, feel free to reblog/repost and get the message around. I really, seriously want people to stop supporting her, because not only does she cyberbully and do illegal things, but she’s also getting dangerously deep into her own delusions. If you won’t do it for her victims, please do it for her.

0 notes · See All
can we talk about how torvi suffered through bjorn slowly growing bored of her and falling out of love, and then was an active participant when the same thing happened to margrethe? and then when abbe and torvi went off to war together we had that scene that was basically "here babysit my kids while i go bang your husband."cool cool. to be clear I'm certainly not blaming torvi for ubbe's bullshit, but like.... id say she was definitely complicit.

margrethe’s storyline in s5 tends to reflect badly on everyone around her and that mostly due to the fact that hirst seems to believe that margrethe is a bad person and no one around her needs to feel bad for what they do to her because of that.

and it reflects bad on a lot of characters: ubbe, lagertha and torvi.

but in the case of torvi, i just get the feeling that hirst doesn’t really care about her character apart from being the Good Women. what you have written actually twists and makes her character more interesting. you can become what hurt you to other people. wouldn’t it have been interesting to explore that?

it sometimes feels like hirst thinks goodness is a virtue you inherit and not something you actively do. that’s why ubbe is all of ragnar’s good traits (whatever that’s supposed to mean), while ivar is all his bad traits (again: whatever that’s supposed to mean). he doesn’t want to explore the moral dilemma of torvi’s situation. she’s good by default, no discussion. also who cares actually what torvi’s going through or the neglect she suffered because of björn? (it’s not like björn gets punished because of it or that it creates a rift in the relationship between torvi and him.)

sorry, you were just ranting about torvi and i agree partially. she is not one of my favorite characters, but whenever i think about it, i just see this strange dicotomy of good woman/bad woman that the show has going on and how much it has stifled my enthusiasm for certain characters.

2 notes · See All

So i’ve finally put my thumb on it

The reason I love Widojest so much is because they remind me of these fuckers and it’s an AU that I need.

I mean….


Originally posted by fankakm

Trapped indoors for all of her childhood… obsessed with art


Originally posted by rpunzl

Super excited to see the world!!


Originally posted by rpunzl

Small (moody) animal friend who travels on the shoulder.


Originally posted by entangledjouissance

The dancing scene???


Originally posted by runningracingdancingchasing

Just like. His ‘goodnatured’ reaction to non copacetic experiences.


Originally posted by eupunzels

The fake names


Originally posted by mouseofmickey

This??? Face????


Originally posted by magda-lennah

Total badass despite being a girly girl who likes pretty dresses???


Originally posted by sensualkisses

Puts own goals on hold to help his new traveling companion (who he once was using for his own gains) discover what she wants out of life and comes to accept that his life has more worth than what he had previously thought


Originally posted by lavenderfables

78 notes · See All

I had a friend there, Lasaraleen Tarkheena.

Let’s talk about Lasaraleen, the Tarkheena. 

Lasaraleen is not a decoration. She is not a side piece for Aravis’ story. She is her own. Always has been, always will be. 

She falls in love with long heavy lehengas that twirl dazzlingly and shine and sparkle wherever the light touches as she dances. Her forearms are always covered with bangles that clash against one another in a dance of their own. Her hair falls down her back, long and black the colour of night. She braids it each night and brushes it every morning. Her ankles are never bare either. Instead they are adorned with anklets that jingle with each step. They have their own music and they play it only when she moves. As she grows older, she finds herself drawn to the sleekest and brightest sarees. Earrings dangle bright and daring from her ears. Her room is bursting with colour like a meadow filled with the most colourful of flowers. When she walks into a room, the room holds its breath. She takes a step and eyes follow in awe. She speaks and world listens. 

She is born with the rising sun. Blessed by the light of the bright morning. Lasaraleen is the soul of her empire. A devout follower despite her materialistic desires. She loves her Gods. She is Their mouthpiece. She wakes with the sun and prays to Them in the early light. She gives herself to Them freely. 

And the Gods? Well, They love her with Their entire being.   

Tash visits her on the day of her birth. A large warm hand gently covers her drooping tired eyes as He whispers ‘May Evil never set its sight on you, my little one’. He takes a moment staring warmly at His new child and when He leaves, He leaves with a proud raise of His head knowing that behind Him sleeps a Tarkheena, who will be grow to be one of His fiercest and loudest and brightest children. As she learns to sit, Tash watches over her fiercely so she may never hurt herself. As she learns to crawl, He laughs bright and proud knowing the moment she learns to walk, she will fly

Zardeenah, the Sister, is there for Lasaraleen’s first love. She is there in the aftermath of her first heartbreak. She holds her younger sister close to her chest as she cries and She cries with her. She is there the night before Lasaraleen is set to marry. And as the young Tarkheena sits upon the chair in front of the (rather) large mirror and desk, fingers nervously twisting and twirling at her hair, Zardeenah slowly takes the comb that rests on the side and gently works it through her younger sister’s soft flowing locks. As the comb shifts lightly, Zardeenah sees the weight lessen on Lasaraleen’s shoulders. Breaths come easier and deeper than a moment ago. Zardeenah knows that even though Lasaraleen marries for love, fear and nervousness of the future can take hold of even the surest of Her siblings. She leaves the reddest and brightest flower She can find resting on the pillow next to Her sleeping sister’s hand as She takes her leave in the early morning. The next time Zardeenah sees her is in the morning after Aravis is gone, safe and far on her way to her new life. Zardeenah dares not see Lasaraleen before having seen to Aravis and her safety away first. She knows that Lasaraleen will only turn Her away if Aravis is not safe. So She goes. She flies and runs alongside the fleeing Tarkheena, knowing as She runs with one Tarkheena to a brighter future, another lies behind Her with a heart that slowly breaks for a sister she doesn’t know will survive.

Azaroth meets the young Tarkheena the very same night Aravis flees. The Warrior Goddess does not know her from birth like the Lord Tash. He checks in all His children. He watches over them, even if they do not see Him. Azaroth does not. Why would She? Lasaraleen is not a warrior. Lasaraleen is a young woman who has only recently been married and is endlessly filled with laughter and happiness. She is not a fighter. Azaroth does not know Lasaraleen as Zardeenah does. She does not know the infant that grows into a child. She meets this Tarkheena when she stands firm and mighty, a grown woman. Azaroth remembers it well. It’s on the very same night that the Zardeenah runs with Aravis, guiding her away from the cage she was to be locked in. The very same night that the young Lasaraleen says goodbye to her lifelong friend, her sister from the moment they set eyes on each other. The very same night that Lasaraleen for the very first time does not know what will happen to Aravis, or know when she will see her next. Azaroth has heard good things, loving things from both Tash and Zardeenah. However, She is still wary as She always is. She knows all about this Tarkheena. Has heard the prayers the young one sends in the earliest of mornings and latest of nights. Has heard how she drops to the deepest of bows when she stands before the altar. Has heard how tight she clasps her hands sending prayers for safety and happiness for her family and friends. Has heard her whisper about marriage and clothes and all the sorts of things that Zardeenah would listen to endlessly with laughter and smiles, but things that Azaroth has no need for. Azaroth does not know why the young Tarkheena calls for Her, but She answers all the same as She would for any child of Calormen. Azaroth dons her sleekest armour and grabs her sharpest blade not knowing which enemy Lasaraleen would ask Her to face. But Lasaraleen surprises her. Before Azaroth has even arrived Lasaraleen sits on folded legs and hands clasped tightly together and before the Goddess can speak, Lasaraleen speaks first. She begs and pleads the Mighty Goddess to protect her sister, her Aravis from any enemy she will face because Lasaraleen ‘cannot do that for Aravis anymore from all the way over here’. Azaroth is stunned. ‘Calormen do not beg’. Something that all the Calormen know. But here is Lasaraleen, the very same Lasaraleen that Azaroth had foolishly found Herself scoffing at before She had met her. And she finally sees what it was Tash saw on the day she was born. What Zardeenah saw from the moment she had first met her, cried with her, and laughed with her. Azaroth sees a very young woman, tired and scared and pleading on her knees - not for herself - no, for her sister. And in the Tarkheena’s heart Azaroth finally sees the blinding fire burning wild and bright. The fire that could lead Lasaraleen to lay waste to everyone and everything for daring to harm her sister. Azaroth finally sees her, not a warrior - never a warrior - but a sister that would tear the heavens apart and leave nothing but destruction in her wake for her younger sister. She sees a Tarkheena, everlasting, and She can’t help but grin mighty and ferocious. The hand that She lays on the bowed woman’s head is gentle and with Her other hand She helps the woman rise to her feet. ‘Aravis could never have asked for a better protector.’ She says loudly and joyfully. She lays a gentle kiss on the young Tarkheena’s brow and before Lasaraleen can do much more than blink in surprise, Azaroth is gone. She is running with long strides and a sharp smile and catches up with her dear Zardeenah and fierce Aravis (and the young Prince who knows not who he is, and the horses that gasp and skitter backward at her bright and daring entrance) quickly. She switches with Zardeenah, the Tarkheenas that They will watch over and stands by Aravis who watches with a saddened smile as Zardeenah leaves for the Tarkheena that was left behind.

Lasaraleen becomes the mouthpiece for her Gods. They trust her with Their stories. Their Their mistakes, Their triumphs, Their entire lives become hers and in return she gives them to her countrypeople freely so they may know their Gods as those Gods know each and every one of them. 

Aravis joins the ranks of the royal family of Archenland, a Calormen Queen through and through. But Lasaraleen? Lasaraleen is trusted by the Gods of Calormen and Calormen itself. She sits in counsel with Gods and Calormen on either side and speaks on behalf of those who cannot. 

Lasaraleen is the soul of Calormen. She has always been what Calormen is and what it aspires to be. 

58 notes · See All
" do you like them? your braids? they're traditionally for gelfling warriors, you know, so symbolise their prowess in skill and bravery in conflict. and they suit you just as well. "




“ I love them so much! – How in the world did you get my hair to stay so smooth? ”

4 notes · See All
You're an amazing role player! If you get this it means that I think you're one of the best that there is! You're a wonderful human being and a remarkable person! Although you don't have to, it’s nice to send this to other people that you think are great role players! Keep up the good work!!! ✨
0 notes · See All
Next Page