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midnightmoonkiss · 2 years

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Streamer Xiao

Xiao X GN! Reader

Little fluffy messy drabble about streamer! au Xiao (:

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Xiao, “X_SamuraiAdeptus_X” Twitch’s resident emo boy. (That’s what his followers call him, anyway.)

He started off as a vtuber on twitch, just to dip his toes in the shit show that is streaming. Probably had some sort of demon model, definitely the type A LOT of people simped for (think that streamer Shoto). His model was def how he got his first 1k followers.

Alas! He slowly opened up more, and eventually did a face reveal, of which went viral and trended, and then just started streaming with his real face.

He always has somewhat tousled hair with dark eyeliner. His eye’s are so captivating even through the screen!

His model is still beloved in the fandom, but now it’s a joke that he’s a slayer of demons because he “killed” the demon that possessed his channel.

Yeah, most of his followers are weirdo’s in that fun creative way.

He’s actually an artist, too, draws his own Twitch emoji’s and avatar.

He supports small artists, though, often commissioning Discord server emoji’s.

The king of vibing in a dark room with nothing but a bunch of colorful LED lights everywhere to provide light, as well as the king of streaming in the dead of night (for him, anyway). Starts his streams at 9pm most days, ends somewhere around 1am. This changes sometimes, of course, but you can clearly tell he’s some sort of night owl.

He’s always playing horror games, and absolutely did all the FNAF games in a month because he never played them when he was younger. Xiao is always looking out for his inner child that never got to do this sort of stuff.

Little shit does not get scared easily, jump scares don’t get him, but Archons when he played Phasmophobia with his streamer pals, Childe, Aether, and Venti, he was laughing his ass off at how easily scared they’d all get. Sadist.

He’s definitely regarded as one of the hottest Twitch men out there, and his discord is extremely chill. People are always on VC listening to music.

Has around 2.3 million followers!

He enjoys single player games the most like Skyrim, anything fantasy, and that’s because he’s not the most competitive person. Completely chill dude.

As Xiao’s following grows, so does his revenue from Twitch, and he tries to pay the community back after every stream by donating at least a thousand dollars to a small streamer he finds and likes. He’s more likely to donate to a vtuber, though, only because he has a soft spot for them since that was his beginning too.

Now.. Xiao is EXTREMELY reserved, people barely know anything about him. They know he’s 23, they know he likes almond tofu and tapioca pudding, they know he has a pet cat he found in a dumpster one day and named him “Dumpy” and a Parakeet, but they don’t know much else? Sure they know his Twitch friend group, and that he’s probably some ~city slicker~ (just a hunch, really), but that’s not really anything.

Yes.. that’s right.. they have no idea he has a s/o, you. (or so he thinks.)

It’s not like he’s ashamed or anything, he just sees no reason to talk about it.

Also the thought of him blubbering on about you like a love-sick fool on stream makes his face explode with a fierce blush.

But you’re so supportive! You’re literally the best!

He’s never mentioned having a s/o, but chat isn’t that dumb.

They can clearly see and hear someone walking into the room and handing him food and drinks - it’s especially noticeable during his bi-monthly 12 hr streams.

You guys actually met before he became famous, before he even hit 1k followers, you met on Twitch. You were a follower. How cheesy??

God, you joined his Discord and somehow immediately intrigued him with your goofy cute self.

Late night’s staying up on voice calls with you, just chatting about games and life.

He was very easy to get along with.. after you dug your way past that reserved exterior that is.. Such a tsundere. And sure, parasocial relationships with streamers is everyone's worst nightmare, but he was the one who confessed to you!

Aha! So you weren’t a creep for liking him!

Cue the online dating for one day because one day was how long it took for both of you to realize you live 15 minutes apart and could literally go meet up.

Brings you a lego flower because it lasts longer than a real flower <3

That was around four years ago, and he fucking grew FAST. (Thanks to becoming friends with a certain someone who’s in the top 50 most followed Twitch users).

Your sweet man who’s obsessed with parakeets.

Yeah, the parakeet and cat cuddle, his apartment is crazy.

Dumpy is usually found chilling on the couch behind him during streams, and his blue parakeet, Milk, can either be found on his shoulder, head, nuzzled against his neck, or gone (with you in the next room).

Has a redeem to kiss his pets for 10k points lolol.

Dating a streamer was definitely a challenge at first, I mean their schedules are CRAZY? He always make time for you, the light of his life, but streaming was his primary source of income, so he had to pour himself into that as well.

He gets burnt out rather quickly, so it’s not uncommon for Xiao to cancel a stream a few hours before he was supposed to go live, instead opting to worm his way into your arms on the couch and watch movies. He tends to fall asleep like this, often drooling, so watch out!

He always returns to Twitch with a pep in his step! Rarely smiles though.

His streams are actually really fun and entertaining, not too chaotic but fun enough for time to melt away so quickly. He’s usually calm and collected but FUCK he rages HARD when something goes wrong, like when a cyclops beats the shit out of him in Skyrim or a monster one-shot’s him in Monster Hunter.

I’m talking yelling at the screen, breathing heavily, but unlike most dudes who rage, he does all this while going right back at it, effectively using his anger to slay whatever beast pissed him off.

Afterwards he sighs, leans back in his chair and is like, “Ugh.. sorry..NO! I’M NOT A DEMON SLAYER STOP IT!” Aggressively drinks a juicebox.

He knows you watch him sometimes though, so he does that kpop idol heart thing with his fingers just for you <3 Granted, all the fangirls and guys go wild but yeah, it’s for you.

He also likes to cosplay, so his Instagram is filled with cosplay photos that you or Venti took of him.

He has so many side jobs- modeling (thanks a lot, Venti), selling art and merch, brand deals, he’s LOADED.

His childhood friend and small streamer, Zhongli, actually helps him manage his finances since Zhongli is a history nerd accountant.

You can expect merchandise all over your shared apartment, coolest tech pieces, so many games, literal heaven. So many cozy spots too, even has a little nook next to a wide window where he likes to read.

Yeah, he’s a book worm. Has cute reading glasses too.

He’s a weeb too.. so.. anime figurines. Nothing explicit, but yeah anime figurines. Loves those chubby little nendoroid’s!

One time before a stream, you put his hair up in a bun and he just left it.

So much fanart the next day..

You were actually the one who dragged him into playing Genshin, “I wanna play games with you!” How can he say no???

Only plays if you co-op with him, but of course his other streamer friends like Tartaglia and Scaramouche notice he’s online and join too for shits n giggles. They leave him to die to the bosses, you have to go save him haha.

Yeah. He’s a Genshin noob, but at least he has the funds to be op! He’s also a quick learner, so before long he’s got a better understanding about builds and what teams work best together than you! Pissed you off a little bit and he loves it.

After every stream, you’re usually asleep in the bedroom, so he smooches you on the cheek, crawls under the covers, hugs you close, and passes out for the next ten hours.

One time, though, he got SO tired at the end of the stream that he forgot to end the stream! He thought he did! Man got up and left!

Only found out he was still streaming when he walked into the game room loudly eating cereal the next day and saw his camera light still on and blinking.

Pictures of him with messy sleepy hair, droopy eyes, oversized sweatshirt, and knee-high kitty socks overtook the internet for three whole weeks.

He’s such a cute mess.

#hnnn xiao #xiao #streamer xiao #streamer xiao x reader #xiao x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact streamer au #streamer au #genshin xiao x reader #genshin x reader #xiao x reader

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redemn · 2 months

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i've been thinking a lot today about the fact that , at least for arthur , i am very much making it not easy to ship with him . on purpose . one of the things i value incredibly highly when it comes to the story of red dead 2 is the fact that there is so little focus towards any romance or sexual when it comes to arthur . it's a breath of fresh air for me . i've felt suffocated lately by that sort of material , and i'm old enough now to accept that i do not like being hit on all sides by that stuff 24/7 . it's arthur as a character who does not tend toward that stuff , and that's just … absolutely perfect for me . i love that the only two options you get when a call girl hits on you is "decline" and "reject" .

so yes , it is going to be difficult to ship with my arthur , in a way . it's also due to the fact that i've had issues the past year with people not responding to anything i write for them on tumblr and then wanting to write shipping and smut despite having never written anything platonic or otherwise ?? especially on discord . which . rubs me the wrong way . i will be saying no to that stuff now , no more 'sure's from me . it will take a lot of talking , especially in ims or on disco , before i'll even begin to entertain something any romantic or sexual shipping with anyone . i love discussion . i love pining . i love fluff . i love the buildup , i love when our characters discover what makes them click on their own and it grows their relationship from there .

but i think it is so important to have platonic and familial relationships as well . and i think it is so important , to me , to focus on arthur as a character without sexualising him . yes , i am attracted to this man ok i'm just a grown girl … a girl with a dream … but arthur is important to me as an outlaw , as a human being , as a part of the gang . and my writing will reflect that. always .

#( ;; this wasn't brought on by anything in particular ! )#( ;; i've just been thinking about it today during work. )#╰ ゜out of character. * kat's blabbering about cowboys again.

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revlischarm · 1 year

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Behold, Morro for season 4 in the Lego Monkie Kid au!!

Below the cut I’ve put some details about the season, as well as their design.

• So, Morro gets trapped in the scroll along with everyone else!! Inspired by what one of my friends on discord mentioned, apparently the scrolls work for all memories, not just for recording JTTW stuff.

• Therefore. We’re gonna get some Morro trauma. Since the scroll can put you in the worst memories you had/in some kind of past life, I thought, “what better than to hurl Morro back into his misdeeds as a ghost?”

- That’s why when Morro’s in the scroll, he’s gonna be walking around in his old gi from the show. I didn’t give him a cloak or anything for the sole reason of me having a hard time drawing it

• Boy oh boy Morro absolutely hates having to be dressed in the robes of his past. He’s been trying to move away from what he did, to forge his own identity and life. Yet now he gets put right back where he was, at the peak of his darkest times, and MK and Mei end up bearing witness to it, no less!

• Long story short Morro just. Is going to be miserable this whole season. Their past got dredged up in such a messy way for all to see.

• I don’t wanna give away too much since this post is mainly just for Morro’s season 4 design, hehe.

• You want more info?? Send in asks! I will devour them and answer back dutifully.

• Now onto design talk, tw for some blood stains and detailed description of death for a bit

• The only details I’ll really say for Morro’s scroll design are that his outfit is fairly burnt and torn up in many places, due to how he died. Well, more so the condition his clothes were in when he passed away.

- The front of Morro’s gi is stained with dried blood because of how he died, which I personally believe to be due to the kethanol gas in the Caves of Despair. There’s more info about it on the wiki, but the effects I’ve given to it basically are that prolonged exposure will cause someone to bleed out, with blood coming from the nose and mouth and the eventual exsanguination is the cause of death. So yeah, you just. Drown in your own blood, can’t get enough actual air and asphyxiate, bleed out, etc. The gas can kill you in a number of ways I’d say

• Moving past all that…Morro gets longer ribbons now!! He added on a new ribbon, since he bonded with Red Son at the end of Season 3, and off-screen between the last season and this one, lol. Think of their friendship as…fanning the flames. They kinda just hype each other up and it’s very chaotic.

• Morro actually trains with Macaque to learn some shadow magic!! They’re super interested in learning teleportation via shadows because it’s cool as hell, and they just generally like to spend time with Macaque. After some time, Morro finds that his eye markings are getting kinda…larger and discolored.

- Surprise the universe/gods saw Macaque taking in Morro and went “oh successor??? The Six-Eared Macaque has a successor??” And long story short, after an initial bout of extreme panicking, Morro realizes that he’s now got some cooler new markings!!

- Yes, I’m contractually obligated to change Morro’s eye markings with each new design at this point, lay off me

- I’m very happy with this marking design tho!! It looks very nice and is easy for me to draw. The markings actually manifest themselves in the way of like…scar stuff. And I tried to have them resemble Morro’s actual cursed markings as much as I could, but it was hard to do that when it kept veering into flame territory (which I wasn’t aiming for). So yeah!

- I also added a little chart at the bottom to demonstrate the differences between the markings and also how Macaque’s and Morro’s purples are different. Mac’s is more on the blue hued scale, while Morro’s has more pink tones to it. There!

• And last but not least, the tail(s) of Morro’s sash got longer!! I did this for the purpose of giving their silhouette a more monkey-like appearance, with the longer sash acting as a sort of faux shadow tail. This works great for any silhouette shots!

• So yeah! That’s that! Feel free to ask anymore questions, I’ll be glad to answer!!!

• Oh also I forgot to draw it in but you know how everyone else gets a cool weapon during season 4 from the scroll? Yeah, Morro’s taking the memory of the Sword of Sanctuary with him.

#ninjago #art #lego ninjago #my art #nsg #nsg au #noodle shop ghost au #noodle shop ghost #ninjago morro #morro au #lmk #lmk au #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au

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mirror-imaged · 14 days

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idont think anybody understands sheffbrien the way I do (insane) I'm sorry they're literally so bad for each other (affectionate) I could go on and on forever. I will actually. sheffbrien post be upon ye. thanks to ashe for talking about this w me on discord. this is a kinda obrien centric post bc of that loll but I'm obvi getting into sheffields whole deal too

having reread tc22 again and done some literary analysis a few days ago on a plane at 2 in the morning (I'm out of the country rn helloo ^_^) I picked up on a lot of thematics for them I find very interesting. long post ahead!

1 - the dynamics in their relationship are so wildly interesting. I think their characterization in tc22 does wonders for them. firstly, there are a lot of false differences id say? they seem so different, but when you boil it down they have a lot in common. sheffield is affluent and intelligent but has a spiteful and hotheaded side, obrien is seen as angry or rude but is taken for granted with his intelligence quite often by others. he got into an ivy league school at 17. there's also how sheffield seems so charismatic while obrien is abrasive and lonely, but they both really have no other friends when you get down to it? and last example for now, sheffield sees himself as divine while obrien seems to have renounced religion, but he really hasn't done the work of removing his mindset from a catholic(?) framework. expanding on that,

2 - obrien has religious trauma and this is heavily established. he doesn't actually ever move past religion as a concept though, he just moves on from God. he replaces his concept of God with his concept of his sister. more on this later. sheffield also has a relationship with religion, but more in the sense that he inherently sees himself as something unlike humanity, something greater and to be revered. he refers to himself as an angel in a way that doesn't strike me as being ingenuine the way he does in other places. I need to draw art about this it makes me abnormal

3 - for obrien specifically, there are some insanely interesting threads left about his trauma creating a savior complex within him. obviously shown at the start of the story with professor harris, but there are also the times he mentions going into genetics due to his guilt and wanting to entirely eliminate the disease that disabled his sister and when he says he feels an involuntary sympathy for stella when he found out she didn't mean to kill harris. it also makes me wonder if that plays into his protectiveness of sera later on.

4 - obrien has some severe internalized ableism going on that I wish more people actually picked apart. I know tc22 is a small scale story and a lot of people haven't read it, but it's fascinating stuff. he obviously grew up with the mindset that his sister was somehow contagious and describes how he felt he would somehow fall ill because of this, and that sort of mindset does a lot to dehumanize somebody in a person's mind. after eventually passing on an illness to her that results in her death, he is driven entirely by guilt as a character. he becomes certain that if God were fair and true, he would have died instead of her. but, like I mentioned before, he never really renounces religion in any specific way aside from this. he even mentions how he now prays to his sister instead of God, which I think is so fascinating. he never saw his sister as a person, and by elevating her to this status of somebody he needs to grovel to or even just uses as a holy figure in his life, he continues to see her as inhuman. he recognizes his past ableism, but he never does anything to deconstruct and rebuild from it. much like with his relationship with religion!

5 - obrien is treated by dds2 as the morally virtuous character, but he's really not (if you get the context from tc22). my boyfriend put it as him being just on the right side of history, which I absolutely agree with. I know tc22 was probably written after dds2 and doesn't necessarily inform the writing decisions for the games, but it definitely adds juicy layers to me. obrien is seemingly not motivated by any true desire to help sera or the nameless sufferers of CATCH22, he is motivated by the guilt from his sisters death hanging over him like a shadow. not to say he doesn't care at all, but it seems more like a quest to make up for his sins in the eyes of his sister than a desire to do good, which seems awfully catholic to me. this is absolutely the most interesting part of his character presented by the narrative. God I wish they did this better in the games.

6 - moving on to sheffield, sheffield is actually one of the most interesting and real depictions of a character with NPD traits I've ever seen, hands down. I know I talk about this frequently, but it's especially strongly done in tc22 and one of my favorite parts of his character. to start, he's mostly presented with extremely minor and often-masked aspects of the disorder a lot of people don't really pick up on. vouching personally. he quickly becomes passive aggressive and seemingly personally offended when challenged, like by inspector Harvey for instance. he is a practiced and seemingly compulsive liar, able to make things up on the spot that nobody but obrien questions due to his confidence. he seems to get along swimmingly with people he doesn't know well, charismatic and understanding. he pays exceptionally close attention to other people's emotions, expressions, and demeanors to adjust and match theirs. he also is debatably depicted with real delusions of grandeur. he only seems to be able to let his guard down around obrien, actually. and my absolute favorite moment of his, really relatable for me, is that when he stops masking he does not become dangerous. he does not go into a rage, he just goes blank. entirely and visibly unable to express emotion "normally", and obrien is initially scared, but realizes he just doesn't understand sheffield as well as he thinks he does. this is incredibly accurate to real life for me. it's actually insanely well depicted. and what I really appreciate is that sheffield is never presented as truly malicious [IN THIS STORY]. with dds2 context, he can be seen that way for sure, but he isn't actually shown being morally reprehensible. he's dubious and seems to have trouble understanding where he crosses a line, but that's also very true to real life for me. he isn't necessarily trying to be evil, he's just nosy and invasive of boundaries on occasion. they also never actually label him as or call him a narcissist, which is so good?? props to tadashi for once?? I think he is one because I have the disorder and can more accurately assess this sort of thing, but labeling every character who's like Abusive as a narcissist is so tacky and distasteful to me. it diminishes the harm they inflict on other people as being something born of mental illness, which isn't necessarily true. he is definitely abusive to sera, but that is not related to his narcissism.

7 - sheffield is just such a good character in this. I raved already about his npd stuff but I want to get into other things a little too. firstly, he does seem to genuinely view himself as inhuman, which is something I also believe contrasts obrien a little. obrien has this deep internalized self hatred, while sheffield has this genuine belief he is on a different level from other people. despite this, he sees obrien as being his Equal in some way. as being worthy of his presence, his assistance, his friendship. the pizza scene really really drives this home for me. (that's another subtle npd ass trait but I've said enough). in addition, sheffield tries so desperately to present himself as worthy of something more, maybe backed by doubt, or maybe even just true belief. he tries to appear intimidating, has knowledge of how to get into people's heads, etc. maybe this is because he's young and people see him differently for being so ahead of his grade, but I also see it as a display of insecurity in an implicit way. his delusions of grandeur also play into this characterization, because delusions of grandeur are often born from extreme and severe self doubt (at least in those with mental health disorders, which I've already mentioned I believe he strongly aligns with). him coming from a wealthy background in Portland of all places would not help any of that kind of thing.

8 - i don't even know what else I could say about them. they make me so abnormal. not even a toxic romantic relationship between them (which I do like think about but obviously post tc22 I don't like their age gap) but simply their dynamic as two characters. sera is a figurehead for their conflict, really. all the things we learn about both of these characters really makes me question how much BOTH of them care for sera, not just sheffield's two-faced lies. she is representative of their ideological dispute. she is a small child who has the potential to save the world, but obrien is too scared of letting another child die as a result of his inaction and sheffield is too focused on his end goal of getting what he believes he deserves, divinity and becoming a revered savior of the world, no matter who falls along the way. they are built to contrast each other. you even see this through heat and serph to a degree, with how sera mixed them up. heat declares he is on the same level as God during the jp text of the vritra fight, while serph inevitably sacrifices his own life for the sake of sera.

9 - what happened between tc22 and the dds2 flashbacks? I actually need to know what caused their relationship to split so heavily. I'm fucking obsessed with them. post over please join my sheffbrien Island there's like 2 other people here

#digital devil saga #shin megami tensei #digital devil saga 2 #ddsat #sheffbrien #analysis #thats catch 22 #ok sorry i actually really worked hard on this post i hope you guys like and or read it. thx #i think about them so much

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seraparaphim · 10 months

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Elaborating on being transID

I didn't really expect to be talking about this now, but since leaving the radqueer community I've lost access to safe spaces I can be open about my identity in and really don't want to stay like this until the two discords on lockdown I've applied to let me in. If you follow me on twitter, I'd also prefer you not bring it up there. The only reason I'm linking this to myself is because I know only people who give a sliver of a shit about me from twt follow me on this account, and will probably try to understand more than point fingers and go "ew icky" or whatever.

And sidenote, if you do have genuine questions or want to understand, feel free to reblog, hit up my dms or drop an ask in my askbox.

So yes! Hi, my name's Sera, and I'm transracial.

[Cutoff for post length] Specifically aracial, which means I don't identify with having a race. I'm bodily white (which is already public information) if you care about that. I don't experience race dysphoria per say, more race incongruence. Identifying as my given race doesn't make me super uncomfortable or anything, it's just kind of... wrong? Like it's not me. Like realising I've been wearing my shirt inside-out this whole time. It's not uncomfortable, I could go without it, but I'd rather not.

Some people are going to be confused, or have questions, which I understand. "What do you mean you don't identify with your given race? Are you racist? Do you want to transition? Do you condone cultural appropriation, blackface, etc?"

I don't identify as my given race in the same way someone might identify as transgender. And I'm also transgender, I understand that feeling, it's not wrong of me to compare the two. It's just different identification.

No, I'm not racist. I know I can't just say that but I try my best to be supportive, inclusive and listen to all races.

I don't have any plans to transition. Whilst I am aracial, I'm also race non-conforming. Mostly in part because I'm unable to transition, but because I'm mostly okay with presenting white. I'm comfortable with it, my identity is just a matter of that; identity.

This is probably the most important one. I do not support blackface or cultural approriation at all. Blackface is absolutely disgusting, first and foremost. There's no context where it's okay. Cultural approriation is, across the board, bad. But I think a lot of what people (white liberals) accuse of being "cultural appropriation" isn't. I like to encourage cultural appreciation; respect and exploration of cultures you like.

More random stuff on my identity that isn't super important but I want to talk about anyway:

Whilst I use the term "transracial", it's mostly to find community and solidarity. In truth I identify as isoracial, which means I'm neither transracial nor cisracial. Sort of just inbetween?

My trace identity is somewhat linked to being alterhuman (which is a personal thing).

It's perfectly fine to call me white, "cracker", anything like that. I find it funny, really.

#transracial #trace #diaracial #transrace #diarace #radqueer #i tagged as radqueer for outreach and to get back into those welcoming spaces #seraspeaks #transid #pro #positivity #safe

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thesoulbox · 5 months

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.STUFF ABOUT ME.

Whoop!! Hello!! This is just some basic info about me and the such, as well as some other things I'd like you to know!! If you have any questions feel free to ask!

Name: Maple/Reese/Sol

Pronouns: She/He/They

Hobbies:

Writing / Drawing / Animating / Painting / Reading / Roleplaying / Gaming

Fandoms:

FNAF / TWD (Game + Show) / Warrior Cats / The Office / TLOU / DBH / Adventure Time + Fionna And Cake / TOH / Amphibia

As of recent I have been incredibly hyperfixated on The Office and FNAF (specifically Security Breach)

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How long have you been on Tumblr?: I've literally never used it before but I've had an account for a little while for reading stories and such, I honestly have no clue what I'm doing :)

What are your socials?: I have a YouTube, an Instagram, and an AO3 account! I also have Discord but I'd rather keep that personal! Here are some links below!

YOUTUBE CHANNEL

AO3 ACCOUNT

INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT

Are writing requests open? Yes yes yes!! I'm thinking of making a fnaf sb oneshot book, so feel free to send in story prompts! (Extra points if its a Gregory and Freddy duo prompt or something with Gregory, Cassidy, or C.C ^^)

Is the art on your account yours?/May I use your art? All art on this account is mine unless stated otherwise! If you would like to use my art/catified designs that's fine! Just please provide credit!!

Will you do requests for other fandoms? I don't mind doing requests or prompts for different fandoms in my fandoms list! Just please note that I most likely will take longer on them due to my own inability to stay focused on something that I'm not hyperfixated on!!

What are your boundaries? I will not tolerate any kind of nsfw content nor will I create anything of the sort, I am willing to write graphic content (violence-wise) and I don't mind writing darker topics, just please do not take requests too far. Constructive criticism is allowed, just please be gentle!!

As for my personal boundaries, please do not pester me over requests or story updates, I get demotivated really easily and being harrassed doesn't help matters any. I'd prefer it if you used tone tags whilst talking to me, I struggle with tone in text!! My anxiety is a menace and I tend to freak out and panic over simple topics like, discussions of heart issues, discussions about death, pet loss, etc. If a conversation is becoming too much I will let you know, all I ask is that you respect my boundaries 😭(also please do not bring up nsfw shizbiz in my messages, it's just yuck.)

Do you accept questions/ideas? Yes of course!! Feel free to send it in the ask thingy or in my messages!!

Do you have OCs? SLAPS DOWN A BIG ASS BOOK OF TRAUMATIZED CHILDREN. You called? I'll occasionally post art of them, so keep a lookout for that! I'm also willing to answer questions about them as well! :)

How long have you been writing fanfiction? I've technically been writing fanfics since I was 10?? But they were self inserts and they were really bad, I used to write x readers when I was 11-12 but I eventually stopped writing fanfics to write my own stories. I'm just now starting up again on AO3 after a 3 and a half year break!

Are there any certain requests you want? Anything FNAF SB related would be an absolute godsend. like I said before, I am absolutely stuck on it LMAO

Will you share stories/headcanons/art here? I will be sharing my stories on ao3 here, as well as some little character headcanons I have! Along with some catified refs of them because I can't draw a human for the life of me. I will also be sharing oc art and animations here but don't expect too much of that LMAO

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But uhh I believe that's all! I can't think of anything else but if you have any other questions, just message me! Dont make it personal though or I'll hit your kneecaps with a shovel!! I can't wait to learn more about you all, have a lovely day! <3

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madefate · 1 month

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NAME?: claire

PRONOUNS?: she / they

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: blitzø, loona, bee, striker

RP PET PEEVES?: honestly idek anymore ?? the usual stuff bothers me - shitty anons, really excessive drama, etc. one niche pet peeve is when people assume that being "anti" whatever - uncritically shipping adults and minors and things along those lines - makes you some sort of militant prude? i simply feel the world is hard enough & the least you can do is tag your shit. but for the most part if i don't like something i just block & move on, and i never find any trouble these days.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: i was talking about this with clarke & boy oh BOY, so technically i started a letter writing game with my best friend when i was a sophomore in high school, & then the next year was introduced to the world of xanga & i've never been the same. so - about 17 years!

EXPERIENCE?: looseleaf or emails, xanga, various forums, skype, tumblr, occasionally discord

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: honestly i'm an angst bitch. i was never really comfortable with writing smut until more recently, but even then i'm just like? mostly fine with it. fluff is super cute for little things, but it doesn't always spark my ADHD brain if there's not enough plot. angst is where it's AT for me - DIG into the trauma, LASH out, HAVE those ptsd responses, GET mad, DISCOVER something new! it doesn't even have to be angst - things like action! drama! whatever's really juicy and forces the characters to change / grow / admit something / break down / develop over the course of the thread, that's what i WANT.

PLOTS OR MEMES?: MEMES PLS. again, embracing ADHD here but 9 times out of 10, if i try to plot something i literally don't know what to say (unless it's an AU / canon divergence, etc). i'd rather just someone send me an ask or starter and i can let my thoughts race and write something that feels organic.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: i write so. fucking. much. and i won't apologize. however! i've been having fun w/ one liners recently.

TIME TO WRITE?: i try to type away at things at work, like draft some replies, but usually it's evenings and weekends!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: oh you mean the trauma of always feeling like you're failing and needing to be needed? lmao yes absolutely. however! since i'm a healthy bitch now, i ALSO put my therapy lessons into them! (eventually.) i also like to give my characters some of my own quirks or hobbies, so sometimes you get a little claire easter egg ;) obviously there are huge differences, but my emotions totally affect the characters i'm drawn to.

tagged. @fizzarollitm & @helldustedstories ty bbs! tagging. steal it from me!

#( ooc. )#( mun. )#( dash games. )

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druckkugelschreiber · 1 year

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Today on: the discord server pops of again and I take things too seriously even though I know it is a joke!

The lovely @mxkelsifer asked if we think Loghain is a horse girl or not.

I think the fuck not. And here is why.

Please don't hate me Kels. I know this is a joke. And this is all fun and games! I just need to get out my opinions on horses and stuff (translation: the thought would not leave me alone).

Also tagging @deedeemactir cause they wanted that list.

Why Loghain is not a horse girl requires first of all the list of when someone is a horse girl. This from a horse girl.

horses are love, horses are life

You will put your horse above people and everything else in your life (this includes the love for your country and romantic partners)

You will find a way to talk about horses

Horses are friends not food (you are willing and ready to starve instead of eating your favorite horse)

You have no survival instincts when it comes to horses

You played horse as a child

You have more horse friends than people friends (you spent more time with them than people)

The barn is practically your home

basically we're weird and passionate to a degree that everyone finds concerning

I can probably think of more but now onto the reasons why Loghain is definitely not a horse girl:

He's not passionate enough about horses. I mean do we see him interacting with horses? Does he ever talk about horses? Now I'm sure Loghain likes horses but in a very functional sort of way. They get him from a to b, are nice in the sense that they aren't people and he's definitely the 'likes animals better than people' type, but that's about it. He likes and respects them in a cowboy way, but not in a 'they're my whole world and I will let it burn for them way'.

He puts Maric above everything in his life and then Ferelden, after that Anora and then eventually dogs, but not horses. He knows they're replacable.

He only ever finds a way to talk about Maric... all the time, if he managed to casually talk about horses the way he talks about Maric, he'd definitely be a horse girl. This way he's only a Maricgirl

He'd absolutely eat a horse and probably has

He has good survival instincts... except when it comes to Maric

also doubt that, but not entirely discounting it mainly because I can't imagine Loghain very well as a carefree child

Okay, to be fair this could happen but only because Loghain has practically no people friends, but again, he'd have more dog friends

Only because he can't be bothered to renovate his castle or sleep anywhere else but not because he likes the smell or something

He's only weird and passionate to a concerning degree about Maric and Ferelden

See like, I could totally at the end of the day see him be the one to take care of the horses of the group, but that's because as I said 'likes animals generally better than people' and he likes his solitude, be alone with his thoughts AND in DAO is on his whole self exile trip. So he'd isolate himself as a form of punishing himself as well probably.

But it wouldn't be like me who goes and takes care of the horses because it's fun, I love them, I want to always be with them and yes I also like horses more than people.

And that's the grand conclusion as to why Loghain is not a horse girl! As you can see we take these things very seriously in this horse girl house (this is sarcasm).

Also for the horse girls out there. This is not a comprehensive list.

#i have no hobbies #except horses lol #horse girl #horses #equestrian #loghain mac tir #i could also make a list as to why Rowan is probably a horse girl #and Maric sucks with horses #if anyone wants to see that #dragon age #shit post

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ldobmm · 1 year

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I really hate to bring things like this to the TL again. But much like before, I am blocked by the account and cannot directly respond on there so, ill do my best without proper ss from the post.

Some of you by now may have seen a “call out” post by the CC creator Tomiochan. Now, while I do not condone death threats of any sort, none were ever sent to him directly, and instead a friend of mine used a joke in poor taste in a server that none of us are in any longer. As far as myself in those ss, I absolutely did call Tomio an “asshat”. Now whether it was my business or not, I felt as if the way he talked to his boyfriend when he made a mistake in the server to be super rude. I felt bad. Thus the reason I called him an asshat 😭 and I stand by that and anything else I said 100% because I can own up to my words.

Now before you go throwing stones at me, I said that in the comfort of a GC with people I felt were safe! Two of them I am no longer friends with which explains the screenshots now being brought to light. Was it wrong? Sure. Words are harsh. People certainly talk bad about me too in their own spaces. Nothing I can do about that. I was still respectful on spaces I shared with Tomio. Yes, I thought he was an asshole. No that doesn’t mean I thought he was a terrible person. I had an opinion based on interactions I saw. It really was that simple. We have our ways. I know I do too and I can certainly be accountable.

As far as some of the stuff he said about pulling the race card? Well ill let the ss from the conversation speak for themselves because I pulled no race cards and was left baffled at the attempts to twist what I was saying 😭 For reference I am vi_ncu in these and DABI (discord handle). No I am not Kiya. Those ss are not of me. I don’t know why he was adamant about that being me.

Im getting extremely tired of non black POC and white people in this community making me out to be this extreme aggressor who manipulates people, but then hitting 0 points when attempting to call me out. All because of someone im friends with who happens to be younger than me. The emphasis on our ages is also extremely odd as well. They are grown, as am I. The anti black undertones I have been subjected to time and time again are becoming exhausting and quite frankly, annoying. I will be accountable and admit when I am wrong. But I promise me having an opinion about someone, with my friends, is not as harmful as this is being made out to be. And I apologized if my words hurt. Thats all I could offer. Anyway, all of you have critical thinking skills so I implore you to use those while reading all of this. Im completely fine with being wrong, but I won’t be slandered without full context and made to be some monster. Heres the full convo of when I was confronted. (Sorry some of these ss are so bad I was on my phone 😭)

Having to attach these ss a bit all over the place because you can only post 10 so im super sorry about that! Check quotes for the rest of the ss.

#the pepe emote was necessary too like im very sorry but all of this was so unserious #and the constant is it because in asian?#like 😐#im just..#idk man #i had to insert the ss super weird because tumblr not has a 10 photo limit 💔#so some are attached in the quote!

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tsarisfanfiction · 2 years

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A Day of Two Halves

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Apollo, Austin Lake, Will Solace, Kayla Knowles, Apollo Cabin

You know those days where everything goes wrong no matter what you do? Today was one such day. To begin with, anyway.

For some timeline clarification, this fic is set in 2012. Don’t ask me what I’m doing back in first person Apollo pov again because I don’t know. Clearly I wanted to torment myself for a while.

Reminder that there’s now a discord server for all my fics, including this one! If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi!

You know those days where everything keeps going wrong – your little brother steals the keys to your sun chariot, so you’re late with dawn because he’s a twisted little scamp that makes you run all over Olympus on a scavenger hunt before it transpires that he hid them in the chariot the whole time (they were in the cupholder) and your father gets mad at you for being lax in your responsibilities even though it wasn’t your fault, then your lyre gets a snapped string and your spare one also breaks, and just to add insult to injury, one of your current favourite mortal singers dies?

Yes, those days. Horrible things that would make a lesser individual buckle and snap under the unfairness of life, or at least burst into uncontrollable tears once in the safety of your own domain where no-one else gets to spy on you (I, personally, did not cry, but when I heard the news about Brian Hibbard there might have been a wail of despair). That was the sort of day I was having, so when Austin’s prayer floated into my awareness, I was both ecstatic and also feeling woefully inadequate for whatever it was my son wanted.

Dad, his prayer began (I call them prayers because that is, functionally, what they are, but really it’s more akin to a one-sided phone call that I let my kids make whenever they like – Iris complains at me because it deprives her of the drachma they ought to be spending, even though demigods tend not to use drachma to communicate with gods anyway, but I prefer that they aren’t worrying about whether or not they can afford to talk to me. Regular communication is difficult enough between gods and mortals anyway, even when those mortals are our own children). Could you drop by camp sometime today? It’d be great to see you.

I wish I could say that the call filled me with absolute joy – after all, my son wanted to see me, what could be more joyous than that? – but with the day I had, so far, been having, I am ashamed to admit that the request filled me with some degree of dread. You see, my children do not tend to request my presence. This is in no way their fault; I have never made it blatant that I will come if they do so I assume they follow the unspoken warning and don’t set themselves up for disappointment when I inevitably fail to appear sometimes, but it does mean that on the rare occasions I am directly requested, there is seemingly always something rather catastrophic going on.

(I try not to think of the aftermath of Will and Nico’s sojourn into Tartarus, and the desperate screaming that had filled my awareness as my younger children tried desperately to keep their brother and his boyfriend from slipping back into the Underworld for good.)

With the way my day had been going so far, despite the non-urgency of both Austin’s words and tone, my heart leaped straight into my throat.

Strictly speaking, I’m not supposed to visit Camp Half-Blood unless I have godly business there, and with Dionysus filling the role of resident god, it is very difficult to find business that would necessitate my dropping in (my younger brother might find his punishment grating, not that I can fault him for that, but it has also been rather a source of discontent for me, too – after all, if we’re being technical about it, I am the god of Camp Half-Blood. It wouldn’t exist if not for me, you know! But for as long as Dionysus is there, father frowns very heavily on any other gods dropping by – even Hermes has to keep his delivery times brief to avoid a stern lecture and that’s him genuinely doing one of his jobs). However, since the events of last year, Dionysus is a little less openly hostile in my direction and as long as I endure a game or few of pinochle and his smug grin as he thrashes my godly behind every time, he does not make a fuss if I drop by for a little while, every so often.

I split off a fragment of myself and reappeared at the border of the camp, giving Peleus the berth he demands from where he resides as always around the base of the pine tree that holds the golden fleece. From there, I made my way, as low-key as it is possible to be when you’re me, into the camp proper, tracking down my children.

None of them were in the infirmary, to my delight. There’s almost always at least one of them on duty there during the day, so it made a nice change for the infirmary to be deserted (and no, it was no deserted because they were busy dealing with a patient in the field – my godly healing senses could pick up no hint of serious injury, nor could I spy any signs of distress in the demigods as I approached the main pavilion. In fact, some of the demigods seemed to be rather excited).

The residents of cabin ten – Aphrodite’s children – seemed to be particularly vibrant, buzzing with the same sort of energy I had seen from their godly mother far too many times to be particularly comfortable with. Do not underestimate the whims of that goddess, or her children – they are things to be treated with a very healthy level of respect. Further into camp, I could also see some of Demeter’s children gently tending to plants and creating bouquets (Meg was not in their number – I knew this for a fact because she was back in Aeithales; I had spent yesterday attempting to teach her the fine art of piano playing. She is an enthusiastic student, but her fingers have not yet developed the unique sort of flexibility required to do more than basic scales), while some of Athena’s brood seemed to be bartering with Connor Stoll over something I should probably make an effort not to listen to.

Of my own children, there were no sign. The Me Cabin, with its gloriously shining golden exterior, was completely devoid of demigods, and I will admit the panic started to climb up once more. Where were my children? The archery range and amphitheatre likewise came up empty, and when I found myself at the lake, staring out at the water with none of my kids in sight, I started to feel a little frantic.

In hindsight, I should have simply followed the signal of Austin’s prayer to the source, but at the time I had seen no need to do so – the camp was not that large, and he had specifically mentioned it so they would not be elsewhere – a mistake I was now paying for. That is not to say, however, that I have no method of locating my children (what sort of a god would I be if I couldn’t find a few mortals when I pleased?) but the unexpectedness of none of my children being anywhere predictable was rather disconcerting.

“Are you losing your touch or do you simply enjoy running around on a wild goose chase?” a voice asked from behind me. I span around to see my brother there, lounging against a tree with a can of diet coke in his hand. Dionysus took a lazy swig of the drink and rolled his eyes. “You might want to try the arts and crafts cabin,” he continued, sending me a look that could only be considered amused.

That is not necessarily a good look on any god, and certainly not when aimed in my direction. Artemis is particularly fond of it, usually as an accompaniment to a kick me sign on my back, and I saw it just this morning in Hermes’ eyes before he led me on his merry goose chase after my sun chariot’s keys. On Dionysus, well, the last time I’d seen a look quite like that, it was 1709 and it turned out that the Maenads were on their way to crash one of my concerts. He had found that amusing; I had found it really rather irritating.

Considering my children were the presumed topic of conversation, as well as the sort of day I’d had so far, this did not help to put me at ease at all – rather the opposite, in fact.

“Don’t bother joining me for pinochle today,” my brother continued, still looking far too amused – rather like a leopard who had got the cream, although that is not a combination that I would ever recommend, either. “You won’t be worth my time. I’ll put an afternoon of games on your tab, instead.”

With that rather alarming proclamation – I could never defeat Dionysus at pinochle, why did he believe that today of all days I would be boring to thrash when none of my siblings ever passed up a chance to do so – he disappeared in a flash of purple.

Having no better lead, I reluctantly followed his advice and made my way to the arts and crafts cabin, ducking inside to finally locate all of my children sat around one of the tables, chattering away to each other. Austin had golden paint smudged on his cheek and seemed to be trying to smear more of the substance on Kayla’s face while the others laughed at them both.

Will was the first to notice me; he lit up (not literally, which was slightly disappointing because I always love seeing him glow) and a huge smile graced his face. “Dad!”

Immediately, I was set upon by a stampede of young demigods, which was easily the best thing that had happened to me so far that day (although even if I had had any other positive experiences, it would still have been top of the list; my children are amazing like that).

“Hello, hello,” I responded, before greeting each of them individually. It transpired that Austin was not the only one with paint streaked somewhere on their person – all of them had something, somewhere, although Will’s smudge of gold on his forehead looked suspiciously like a deliberate sun rather than a haphazard accident or by-product of a sibling paint war.

Not one of them seemed surprised to see me, which told me that Austin had likely been the spokesperson for all of them with his prayer, rather than it being something specifically from him. I was a little surprised that it hadn’t been Will, as the head of the cabin, but that was far from a complaint – I love hearing from any of my children.

“What have you guys been making?” I asked them once the relevant greetings and updates were exchanged (Kayla had managed to increase her range by another ten metres since we’d last spoken, Austin’s channel had gained another thousand intelligent people with good taste – I mean, subscribers). “Austin, I take it you know you have paint on your cheek.” Certainly, I wanted to know what had prompted them to summon me, but I feared that if I asked that outright, they might think that I was only there because I had been called (which was true, admittedly, but only because that had given me a tangible excuse to drop by and not because I had felt obligated), so I refrained from giving voice to that particular question.

“Oh, I know,” Austin grinned in response. His body moved a little jerkily, and Will yelped, before glowering at his brother. Presumably, a foot had just made contact with a shin under the table, although why, I was not sure.

Then Will picked up the conversation, and I realised it was Austin insisting that he take point on the topic – perhaps the reason I had been called. The fact that they seemed to have elected a spokesperson for the job, and that said spokesperson was their eldest brother and head counsellor, did not fill me with much confidence. Dionysus’ smug expression and his insinuation that I wouldn’t be worth his time after seeing my children today flickered through my mind and I felt my smile waver slightly.

Will’s words turned the smile into a look of confusion. “Dad, do you know what today is?” he asked me. There was something hidden in his words, and my mind was too abuzz with sudden doomscrolling to be able to pick up on the exact nature of it.

I did, however, know the date. One of those little things that comes with being the reason the sun rises every morning (well, one of the reasons; pesky astrophysics). “June the seventeenth,” I answered, puzzled. “Or Sunday, if you’re after the day of the week. Why?” What was so important about that? Aside from it being the day the world lost the voice of Brian Hibbard (a true tragedy).

My children all gave me expectant looks, as though I had not given the answer they were after, and I wracked my brain to try and think of what other answer I could give. It wasn’t the solstice – that, and the boring yet compulsory council that went along with it, was in four days’ time. Nor was it any of my children’s birthdays… was it? I did a hurried mental inventory of all the birthdays of my children, just to be sure I wasn’t forgetting one (it would be just my luck, the way today has gone so far), and then their mortal parents’, too, just to be sure, but no, all birthdays were firmly stored in my mental calendar and June the seventeenth was completely empty. No forgotten birthday.

Will reached over to a nearby shelf and picked up a small box. It was messily wrapped in shiny gold paper and tied off with a sky-blue ribbon complete with smiley sun motifs. Exactly my aesthetic, as my children knew well, but that didn’t stop my brain screeching to a halt as it was held out to me.

From the way it was wrapped, it had to be a present. Only presents got wrapped like that, and as I looked closer I could see a golden gift tag blending in with the wrapping paper.

Was it my birthday? No, no it wasn’t. Well, technically when translated into the Gregorian calendar it was only a couple of weeks away, but it wasn’t like I ever expected anything from my children, if they even knew when it was, (or anyone else, for that matter), so that was rather a moot point anyway.

Clearly, I was supposed to be accepting it, whatever it was for, so with a glance at all the bright, expectant faces of my children, I took the small box from Will. It was a little heavier than it looked – not heavy, by any means, but weighty enough to be certain there was something inside, rather than an empty box (not that I would ever accuse my children of giving me fake gifts, but with Hermes as a brother I have developed something of a suspicious countenance when it comes to unexpected presents). With one finger, I flipped up the tag to find Dad in beautiful penmanship (Jerry’s, if I was not mistaken), followed by lots of love from and all of my children’s names in their own handwritings.

I blinked at it, not comprehending what I was seeing.

Will came to my rescue. “Open it,” he coaxed, smiling brightly at me. His siblings all crowded around the two of us, their faces remaining expectant, and I was left with no choice but to lightly tug at the ribbon. It unravelled easily, coming away in my hands as the paper unfurled, no longer held in place. The box that was revealed was plain, and if I didn’t miss my guess, was not being used in its original capacity, but rather as a useful method of simplifying the wrapping process.

I opened the box and could not stop my jaw from dropping in an astonished gape as I caught sight of the contents.

It was a mug – slightly misshapen in that way homemade crockery can be if not made by a professional – which by itself was an astounding gift. No-one ever gave me mugs; technically, as a god, I didn’t need them, so I supposed that made sense. Nectar came in vials or glasses, so it wasn’t like I had any real use for a mug when hot beverages tended not to cross my palate (unless, of course, I was out on a date in the mortal world, in which case the mugs were provided for me).

However, it was not just a mug. It was golden, no doubt the same gold I could see decorating my children’s skin (and hair, in Yan’s case; it stood out strikingly against their naturally dark locks) prior to being glazed, but that was not what had my eyes flooding.

#1 DAD was picked out in red, in Jerry’s calligraphic penmanship. On the other side of the mug, banishing any doubts about who the words could possibly be referring to, was APOLLO.

I had to set the mug down quickly before my suddenly shaking fingers dropped it.

“I- What- Why- How-” My usual eloquence mercilessly abandoned me, rapidly reducing me to a blubbering mess of a god.

My children, bless them all, were not at all perturbed by their godly parent’s transformation into a pathetic, teary mess. Then again, it was hardly the first time they had seen me in such a state, so perhaps they were tragically used to it.

“Happy Father’s Day, Dad,” Will told me, closing the gap between us to wrap his arms around me tightly. I sobbed into his shoulder, unable to grasp any words to express the depth of my emotions at the gift, and felt the rest of my children move in until I was at the centre of a group hug.

When it comes to being a parent, I always fall woefully short of the mark. This is something I have been aware of for centuries, certainly long before any of my current children were born, and reluctantly resigned myself to. I wish I could say I try my best, but quite frankly, how much I try behind the scenes does not translate across to the parenting my children receive. A parent should give more than they take, but all I ever feel as though I’m doing is taking and it is to my children’s great credit that they do not confront me about it.

What I had done to deserve this mug, this honest, unabashed compliment of the highest accolade – higher than an Oscar, or any of the various music, poetry and archery trophies in my overflowing trophy cabinet (it’s more like an entire room in my palace, if I’m being pedantic) – I could not even begin to identify, but the fact remained that my children gave it to me, and my response was – understandably, in my opinion – to cry all over them.

I could say that the tears were the result of too much emotional turmoil in one day. Certainly, I would be entirely justified in blaming the whiplash from the start of the day compared to my children’s unexpected gift for the rivers of tears racing down my cheeks and the stuffy, bloated feeling of the inside of my mouth. The truth of the matter, however, is that I would have reacted the exact same way even if I had had the best day of my life leading up to that point.

My children are the kindest, most amazing people on the planet and I do not deserve them, although I am also far too selfish to ever let anyone else have them. How they do not hate me is a question I have no answer for.

“I-” I tried, only for my voice to crack in a very un-godly manner. I swallowed and made a second attempt. “I’m not-”

“You are,” Kayla interrupted me aggressively, even going so far as to squeeze my chest in a way rather reminiscent of the Heimlich Manoeuvre. Had I had anything in my airways, it wouldn’t have stood a chance. Were I mortal, it likely would have threatened the integrity of my ribs, too. Coming from her, in particular, the sentiment was enough to render me speechless. After all, I was not Kayla’s only father, and surely Darren had a far greater claim to Number One Dad than I did – for starters, he was actually a consistent figure in her life, even though she now lived at camp all year round.

“We love you, Dad,” Austin told me firmly, leaving not a single sliver of room for doubt or untruth, and that was more than enough to provoke a fresh wave of messy, ugly crying from me as I clutched all of my children as tightly as I could manage.

“My beautiful children,” I wailed, sniffling unattractively. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

If possible, their hugs got tighter.

I did not manage to regain my composure for the rest of the day. No doubt Dionysus had known exactly what my children had in store for me, because he was absolutely correct – I would have been a pathetic opponent, not least because after finally leaving my children, several hours later, I refused to put the mug down for anything at all. Even when I eventually returned to my palace on Olympus, the precious ceramic (they had made the whole thing from scratch themselves, I’d learned; Gracie had shown me the failed attempts at spinning the clay) remained clutched firmly in my hands as I pondered where to keep it.

In the end, the answer was obvious, and I made my way into my trophy room, heading straight for the centre table, where the most prestigious of awards were displayed. My Olympic wreath for beating Hermes in a footrace, one of my oldest and most gloat-worthy (he prizes himself on being fast; I have never been forgiven for that defeat, to my great amusement) accolades has held pride of place here for millennia.

I moved it to one side, and placed the mug there instead.

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wackywheel · 2 years

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what is rhsmp??

hi anon! you have invoked the beast with this innocuous ask! thank you :)

rhsmp, or Roughhouse SMP was an smp run by and played on by, as you'd assume, roughhouse! the server started in late october of 2020, and... didn’t really formally conclude? i’m pretty sure the server itself is offline, but it remained playable for nearly a full YEAR after launch. for those unaware, roughhouse is a group of streamers/content creators who mostly met on/during smplive/smpearth. while some friendships predated both servers, the group really only came together during smplive, and finalized being solidified during smpearth. here's their yt channel for their podcast! (their podcast thats sort of on hiatus but its ok its fine its fine we're coping its fine)

while most of the server's run was it simply being a normal minecraft smp for the group, as well as a few friends of the group at the time, such as crumb, sophietexas, a LOT of their s/o's, and fuckin. rav the rapper of all people. yes, as in that rav the one that was on epicsmp.

like most collaborative cc content from 2020 (ie; smpearth, earlier dsmp vods, sbirust) as you'd expect, most of the vods are lost! yipee (derogatory!) the key word there, though, is most. luna and poke have every single one of their vods fully archived! everyone please thank luna and poke. for highlight videos, again, luna and poke are absolutely carrying, especially in luna's case. they have a TON of older rhsmp highlight videos you can find on their main channel! poke also has a few highlight videos, as does james. (...on the topic of james, though, finding those videos may be a bit tricky. the guy privated all of his main channel videos, so the only way to watch his stuff is to either use this archive channel that someone set up (with the downside of the videos being in 360p at best,) or to ermm maybe? maybe join this discord?? and ask for the james archive? and about rhsmp? totally not me shamelessly plugging it?) every other pov, though, has sadly been lost to time. F in chat and the like.

but, enough about vods and lost media, let's talk LORE! rhsmp really didn't start out with intended lore, nor was it ever scripted or acted out, but it very much WAS present, whether it be in the background for the majority of the smp, or right in the forefront right near the end of it.

the two biggest and most noteworthy instances of lore imo were the Console War and The Forbidden Blade of Roughhousia.

let's start with the first one. the Console War was a short, one stream or so long altercation that involved luna building a GIANT XBOX Series X to rival michael's giant and just a little bit ugly PS5 in spawn. it wasn't entirely a "war" in the sense of there being battles, but more in the sense of destruction and petty, low blows. an ingame cat kicks the bucket. an important structure blows up. a god causes problems on purpose. y'know, normal stuff!

speaking of a god, let's talk about The Forbidden Blade of Roughhousia! rhsmp's server admin was the one and only ogbeefstew, and if you're familiar with him already, you likely know what i'm about to describe. for those unfamiliar though, i'll summarize; beef is a silly little quirky fucking unhinged creature. and we love him for that <3 during the server's white elephant gift exchange, beef's gift that he inadvertently submitted by proxy of luna was. uh.

this! the forbidden blade! forged by a god! offered up to mortals as if it were nothing more than a toothpick! i don't think any form of me trying to summarize the impact of this item would do it much justice, so i'll just link poke's vod of the gift exchange to let you watch the carnage yourself. (the sword itself comes into play around the 2:49:00 mark) aside from that though, beef has actually talked about the server's lore in retrospect! a friend and i have been trying to track down the instance in a vod of luna's so obv take this with a grain of "source: dude trust me" flavored salt, but the jist of it is that when the sword was finally broken, the server would either end or reset into a new world. very cool stuff for something as small as a friend group smp!

EDIT: the clip in question has been found! you can watch it here! the jist of the clip is that luna, beef, and dink were discussing how they would theoretically ‘reboot’ the world for a season 2. beef suggested that whoever had ended up with the sword would end up snapping and killing everyone, including beef, the admin. this would then reset the world. how? idk lol

now, with all of that being said, should you watch rhsmp? if you're okay with only having two solid povs at your disposal, then sure!

if you do seriously want to watch this server/series, i would mostly recommend luna's pov of highlights, as its a nice intro into the funny little world that had been built up. if you're dedicated or curious enough about the lore, their vods channel is also the first place i'd recommend you start, before moving on to poke's.

tl;dr- god i love it when minecraft servers accidentally get a crazy compelling storyline that very few people ever know about after the server closes. i love having all of this knowledge trapped in my brain. please watch rhsmp. help me.

#roughhouse smp #rh #pokay #wuna301 #michaelmcchill #michael mcchill #ogbeefstew #beefstew #smplive #smpearth #<- for reach lol

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more-than-a-princess · 1 year

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@dcviated asked: 10 and 15!

Munday Writing Stuff - Accepting!

Something that bothers you to read in RP specifically?

Two big ones would be muses with no discernible faults or weaknesses (the Mary Sue/Gary Stu sort of muse that should be appealing and attractive to everyone. I have chosen not to follow blogs for this very reason: decent writing quality, but too-perfect muses), and quiet/brooding/introspective muses whose threads don't leave much to interact with or respond to. Closely followed by replies that answer questions from your previous reply, but don't add anything else to the thread.

But a Danganron.pa-specific annoyance? DR muses whose talents never factor into their lives. Yes, they're written as being admitted to Hope's Peak Academy based on such-and-such talent, and then the muns...never show them engaging with that talent. Not even schoolwork.

As fun as high school stories can be, the whole point of Hope's Peak, at least in the Main Course, is to gather students who are incredibly skilled in specific talents while aiming to have them be wholly and completely defined by them, in order to obtain the brightest possible future. A secured career for life, money, fame, etc. That's a lot of pressure for a 16 to 18 year old! There's even canon characters who don't want to be defined by their specific talents, and some who want to pursue other interests but due to their status at Hope's Peak, they can't.

And I really wish more DR muns would explore those topics: how did their muse's talents end up shaping their muse? Did they peak in high school? Did they eventually go on to the success the school promised?

This is more of what bothers me not to read in RP, but I think it still qualifies.

How many times do you reread a reply?

I talked about how many times I read my own in another reply, but here I'll share how many times I reread someone else's starter to me/reply in a thread:

Around a dozen.

Especially if the reply is long and/or there's a Big Dramatic Moment going on.

This is mostly due to my own writing process which involves something like this:

get tagged in reply and/or starter

read said post

Immediately get a few dialogue options that I scribble down for later

think on it for a little while/overnight/while I do something else

sit down to write properly. Read through the post at least twice more.

Put the kettle on for pot of tea #1

Look at my earlier/immediate notes and either decide 'there's something here that might be okay' or 'well this is crap and I have no idea how to match my writing partner's quality and make them feel All The Things'

Decide I need to put on a playlist. Immediately get distracted by whatever random track Spotify thinks my Daily Mix needs.

"Well, I'll read this again and then do some google searches for thread ideas. For accuracy, you know."

This inevitably leads to a deep dive of: blogs, reddit, wikipedia, and/or YouTube

"Oh, this would be a great idea for another thread/a future thread! But wait, I was supposed to get inspo for -this- thread"

Goes back to read the reply a few more times

Right around here is when I try to write the first paragraph and yell about why I can't form words good. I'm an absolute imposter of a writer because why am I not turning around thousands of words per day.

Someone messages me on discord with something inevitably more appealing than trying to write this reply. I engage with it because that's a cute meme or great idea for muse shenanigans

Put on the kettle for pot of tea #2 while browsing the dash

Laugh at some dashcomm, send some memes, immediately forget where I was going with that thread reply

Read the reply once again while the tea steeps

...finally write and queue my reply to the reply, possibly while annoyed this took so long.

This is also why writing more than three replies or starters per day for me is a real achievement. Because each time, I go through this process. I'm sure there's a better way to focus and do things but I've yet to figure it out.

#more-than-a-princess answered #more-than-a-princess musings #dcviated #(Munday Writing Stuff meme)#(Thank you for the ask bear!)#(But you better be eating cake right now)

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ahh if youre able to, would you mind sharing some tls of hollow? there’s so little content of him? 😭

absolutely! i'll make a few proper posts with translations once i get the time and energy to (very mentally burnt out right now so basically anything i've already done/am working on at the moment are the most i can muster), but this is sort of an assortment of summaries/from-memory translations for the time being

it's a bit long so it's under a read more but hopefully these can suffice until i get on that

from ch. 2 of his beginning of a dream meister story:

hollow and emma run into someone injured in a back alley, and rush to aid him only for a bystander to mistake hollow as the perpetrator behind several similar attacks, insisting it was him on the basis of him being caught literally red handed. hollow doesn't reply and just dismantles a nearby wheel barrel to become a makeshift . i forgot what they're called but they transport hospital patients and tells him to take the injured guy to help which clears the air up pretty fast. the resulting conversation happens:

Emma: By the way... when that guy said your hands were stained red, what was up with that?

Hollow: ... fufu~

Emma: ?

Hollow: Efufufufu~

Emma: ?????

Hollow: I was enjoying a particularly good drink of pomegranate juice that day. Though, I appear to have been a bit clumsy with disposal.

(i think about this exchange so much. yes she did use ??? in actual dialogue if im remember correctly)

Moon route Ch. 3

after having essentially put down a mechanical hound, he approaches emma and asks for her hand before putting a handmade metal bracelet on her. she asks about the details, and he confirms it was made with some scrap parts from the hound, having wanted to carry the memory of the hound around before she realized he had a matching bracelet (this made me start absolutely losing it btw. absolutely broke the hinges off my metal door)

he also said a REALLY nice quote about hardships and relying on each other but i cant for the life of me remember the baseline of it so i'll rb and tack it onto it

guild home interaction

i don't have the exact tls and because it was a random event it might take a bit for me to get it again to tl but essentially hollow was flipping through a book/magazine, saw an illustration of a mouse, and yelled. emma went to check up on him and tried to calm him down but iirc he ended up bolting despite it just being an illustration

train of remembrance ch 5

hollow sits down next to emma after effese (i dont know how to spell his name sorry if i got it wrong hgfdjb) is settled down by her and they take a moment to look out the window (this one i had written down because i was gushing to someone over discord)

Hollow: Would it be alright if I rested here as well? Emma: Of course! Go ahead. Hollow: Nfu~ Then, please excuse me a moment. If you take your time gazing out there… it's as if just outside the window is but a sky full of stars. Though of course we have our current situation, it begins to feel like we're merely on a journey. Just a bit. Emma: Fufu, looks like it. Hollow: Everyone back at Niji no Kanata too, they're all working very hard, so… Someday, with you invited along as well, I'd like to go on a nice relaxing journey together. Certainly Lagoon will prepare the finest transport available. Emma: Wah, I'm looking forward to it! [ Idling chatting with Hollow, the tension from prior had abruptly relaxed.] Emma: (Such a nice feeling, it's like my shoulders have finally untensed. Hollow… he pretty much controlled the energy in the room, huh?) Hollow: Efesse too, shall we get you sat down somewhere so you may talk too?

he later dropped the bomb he had basically picture perfect memory and could remember stuff even back when he was just a lil baby which is pretty in line with his natural talent of not just dismantling at stupid speed but 1. rapid assembly 2. part recognition (i.e. recalling what part in a machine is what series, what number, what alloy, etc)

some uncategorized stuff:

hollows date lines, i dont remember if its 10+ or 20+ since i have him at 26 but hes talking to the player and says smth along the lines of "we look like lovers? ... ah, that makes me happy"

it's confirmed in his sun route he sort of mentally blacks out upon hearing a clock and has to stop everything in order to dismantle it right away assumedly because of a noise trigger. it's played off for giggles in the main story but it seems outright painful for him in the meister story so i have no idea what's going on there but i believe in ch. 3 emma actually asks about that and he essentially goes "although i'm not sure, i'm sure i'll figure it out eventually!" nonchalantly and emma goes YOURE SO CHILL ABOUT IT?!

i'm not sure how well i would translate it, but he speaks pretty politely/formally! i kinda translate it as the type of speech "OH GOOD HEAVENS!" would come from as a result but you're welcome to interpret it as you'd like

#i think i kinda got lucky with alma being pretty popular on the basis of him being shockingly nice DID rep but hollow...#[touches the glass longingly] i have to do it. i have to feed the hollow fans. i'll make a meal for all of us #shout out to the one selfship bot i saw on twitter too btw it was really cute live your best life #yumekuro #if theres anything specific like a story ch. or homescreen line you want i can go fetch it too!#i'm also planning to summarize/try to tl his new card when it drops [WAITING AT THE DOOR LIKE A DOG]

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