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whltlock · 2 years

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CHAPTER 3/10 ★ Masterlist ★ Subscribe on AO3

Pairing: Jason Todd/AFAB!NB Reader, Minor Wally West/Reader

Summary: You and Jason become more comfortable with each other. It starts to feel just like old times.

Tags: vague soulmates au, jason has temporary amnesia, Jason/Reader Endgame, Fluff and Angst, post-resurrection, Sexual Content, Happy Ending, Past Relationship.

WC: 2,251

Just like a cat, Jason headbutts you in greeting. He shuffles into the room, clearly sleep-deprived, but still wanting to show you affection. It’s simple, but it makes you giddy.

He stands beside you as he makes his tea. You press your nose to his bicep and think goddamn, because he’s built supremely different these days. He nudges you back. It’s all the invitation you need to wrap your arms around him. He tuts as you almost spill his drink, but then he chuckles. He abandons it to hug you.

You sigh against him, inhaling everything he is. He strokes your hair.

Jason angles your chin up so he can look at you. “You good?” he murmurs. You nod, falling into the cradle his hand makes. It puts an abashed smile on his face. The intimacy is both strange and everything he craves.

“Just as sweet as the last time I saw you, huh?” he muses.

You swallow. You wonder how long he thinks it’s been. It’s a devastating thought. It reminds you that things have changed. You’re not together anymore.

You try to keep the despair from your face as you shrug. “If you say so.”

His lips brush your temple. “I do.”

It makes you feel equal parts guilty and hot. You dismiss it with, “Hey, Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“Do me a favour, will you? Try to take a shower today. You’re starting to smell like the alley I picked you up in.”

He snorts. “You’re not as cute now.”

When you return later that day, Jason’s cleaned himself up. He’s shaved and showered and attacked some of his hair. He looks much better than before and you stop to drink him in.

His head tilts up from where he sits on the couch. “Happy?” he asks with a hint of a smirk.

He smells good, you think, as you join him. “Very,” you say.

He holds out the bowl of popcorn he has on his lap. You grab a handful.

You eye what’s on the television. You recognise the actors but not the movie. However, Jason’s interest in it seems to dwindle with your appearance. Instead, his curiosity moves elsewhere. “Did we live together?”

Your head turns. There’s a beat before you reply. “Only in the tower. I live here alone.”

He nods as he mulls that.

You resist the urge to run your palm over his arm in what used to be a comfort to the both of you. “Did you do anything else today?” you ask attentively.

His head tips. “Made your bed. Cleaned out your fridge. You know you had liquid rot in there?”

“Still a neat freak, I see.”

“One of us has to be.”

A wry smile slides onto his face and you subconsciously copy it. It’s a lure and he shifts a little closer, as if it’s important information he needs to memorise. You look back at the TV when you realise. It fills you to the brim with a cocktail of feelings.

You sit in silence for the next hour, munching on popcorn as the movie plays. You hardly pay attention though. Really, you listen to how Jason breathes. You count the beats; confirm he’s okay. You know from the side-eye he gives you every so often that he’s doing the same.

It’s strange. So many things that could be said and yet you can’t. It’s fragile. It’s tempting.

Clearly too tempting of a situation for Jason to ignore. He fidgets uncomfortably, moving upright. “Can you, uh…” he starts and fumbles immediately. It’s an embarrassing ask. You don’t look his way so he can rephrase. “I can’t remember the first time we said ‘I love you.’”

It pains him dearly that he’s unable to recall it. He knows he loves you. He wants to say it every time you pass him a cup or put his blanket in the dryer before bed. When you look at him like he’s just made your entire week by stepping into the room. He loves you after death. After reanimation. Even when all the wires in his brain are crossed.

Jason winces. “We were there, right?”

“Yeah, Jay,” you say, hushed and sorrowful. “We were in love.”

The plea he projects is impossible to resist, so you meet his gaze. His eyes have taken on a slight sheen as he works around his next request. You fall into the waves breathlessly. Rolling beneath them hurts but there’s exhilaration there, too.

He wets his lips. “Tell me?”

You swallow as you catch the action. “It was after a mission. You got hurt and I was pissed at you for being an idiot.” You shake your head with a rueful half-smile. “You said it to shut me up, I think.”

He knees you in objection. You try not to smile wider.

“You did. You just wanted a reaction.”

“Now why would I ever want a pretty one like you to shut up?” He lays an arm behind your head. “Sure doesn’t sound like me.”

You laugh even though you don’t want to. It puts a smile on his face. You craftily dodge as he leans forward to lay a kiss on your shoulder.

He wants to say it, see you bashful, hear it back, feel the flutters in his chest. But he holds onto it for now.

FULL CHAPTER ON AO3

#jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #wayne family adventures #jason todd smut #jtsolace*

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sineala · 1 year

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WIP meme

Tagged several days ago by @dirigibleplumbing and @sabrecmc (thank you!) in a WIP meme. I believe this is supposed to be “post the last five sentences of your WIP” but you all can have an excerpt from several thousand words back.

This is one of those Steve/Tony stories where I’ve shifted earlier canon to the modern day, and as a consequence the second drinking arc took place in modern times. So Steve spent the entire thing obsessively tracking all the footage he could find of Tony on social media because that way he’d know Tony was still alive. Uh. TW for alcoholism?

"So after everything -- well, you know -- I had to try to move on with my life, right? And that meant I had to try to figure out how to be a person again. Also how to be a sober person, which was a brand-new experience for me. And, furthermore, I had to be a sober person who knew that every single person I met had seen me at my absolute worst, going through probably the worst thing that was ever going to happen to me, was judging me for it, and was going to keep judging me for it for the rest of my life. Which is more than most people have to do while trying to stay sober, but, you know. It's me. I don't actually get to take it easy."

He sighs, a resigned breath against Steve's ear.

Somehow it's never occurred to Steve that all of the footage is still on the internet. He'd stopped watching it after Tony had finally come in from the cold. Why would he have needed to revisit it? He knew Tony was alive. He stopped thinking about it. He put it out of his mind. He knew who Tony was, after all. Tony was his friend. Tony is his friend. Why would Steve have wanted to keep seeing him like that? That's not how he thinks of Tony. Why would he have ever wanted to watch any of it again?

Tony isn't everyone's friend.

"I can still see it in people's eyes when I meet them, you know." Tony's sentence is almost, but not quite, a dispassionate observation. "I'm shaking someone's hand for the first time and they're introducing themselves, and I'm introducing myself, and there's maybe half a second there where I can tell that the thing they're thinking of is a video where I vomited into the gutter, tripped over the curb, and then smacked face-first into the sidewalk. Blood everywhere. Broke my nose."

Steve is startled into blasphemy. "Jesus Christ, Tony." He didn't know. He doesn't remember seeing that video. If he had, he would have run out the goddamn door to find him, whether or not Tony had wanted to be found.

Tony's shrug is something he can mostly just feel, the way Tony's holding him. "Nobody helped me up." Tony's voice is remote, almost clinical. "That's the thing I remember, watching that one. I don't think it's something that occurs to anyone else when they watch it. A lot of people have watched it. It has a few million views. I don't read the comments."

I swear the rest of this story is happier than this.

I have no idea who has and hasn’t done this meme, so, hey, if you haven’t, go for it.

#posts i actually wrote

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morvantmortuary · 11 months

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okay so my buddy @somethingthatsaysbubbles has been nice enough to tag me in six sentence sundays twice now and I keep! forgetting!! so this is me doing two to make up for it lmao

both under the cut so I don’t crowd dashes bc lmao of course I wasn’t just going to post six sentences, are you kidding me?

and bc of some very slight nsft in the last one

no-pressure tagging some friends in the meantime! @rosemaremembrance @maximoffwxnda @bigtiddythanos @illegalcerebral @lightinthedarkuniverse/ @jmathesonandsiblings @pondering-and-wondering @lorna-d-m @scuttle-buttle @eldritchcircus @somethingthatsaysbubbles @ebiemidnightlibrarian @norabrice1701 and anyone else feeling up to it!

I. conversations at the cemetery line -

Leon chuckled. “Well, who else is there, champ? Your brother,” he said quietly. “We all heard he’s a scrapper, when he needs to be. But it’s been a while, and his daddy ain’t around to beg anyone to go easy on him anymore.”

“First of all, Hex is my cousin, and second of all, he can hold his own just fine,” Maxi snapped, his eyes red as a fresh wound.

“Sure, sure. But can the Belle of the Ball?” Leon asked, tilting his head with a smile showing too-long teeth. “Word is she’s up giving pretty boy a run for his money still. That would mean she’s fair game, too.”

“Ask your employers,” Maxi said flatly. “She ruined their whole party, you were there.”

“You Lifers, you really let being born into this make you think you know shit about shit.” Leon closed the distance between them so they were eye to eye, what little gray there was seeming to drain from his irises and pupil to leave only a ghastly white. “Did you really think you all could get out of this unscathed, boy?” His voice changed drastically, like gravel had scraped his vocal chords. “Show them up in their own house and go home to laugh about it?”

“Who’s laughin’?” Maxi said, his voice lowering to near a growl of his own.

“You’re gonna get yourselves killed, kid. Did you really think They’ll stop at just you? You think they won’t come for that little friend of yours once they chew through your family line? That they won’t come for everyone who ever laid eyes on you, and everyone you ever called a friend? They make ghost towns. I’ve seen ‘em do it.”

II. an indecent proposal --

Silence stretched like skin over an abscess, tight and uncomfortable. Maxi and Rora met each other’s eyes, before he and Hector seemed to have a long, oddly tense shared stare. Finally, when something between them was wordlessly settled, they both looked back to Rora.

Rora paused, her glass halfway to her mouth again. “…What. Why’re y’all lookin’ at me.” She looked between the two of them, irritated now. “Why am I the one makin’ the call?”

“It was your suggestion,” Maxi drawled, with not a small bit of snark. “Figured it’s only fair.”

“Plus you’re the one who knew what moon we needed,” Hex added. “And all that stuff.”

“Because it’s common sense, if you thought about it for even a half a second,” Rora sighed, putting her glass down to pinch the bridge of her nose. “And if either of you ever bothered to study—“

“I didn’t!” Hector said, throwing his hands in the air. “I didn’t, we both know I didn’t, why do you keep talking to me like I’m suddenly gonna wake up and want to memorize all the esoteric bullshit our dads never made me learn!”

“Because if you want the title at all, and don’t want to be an embarrassment to the entire lineage,” Rora turned to Hector, sounding like she was revving up on an ongoing argument. “You need to know your shit outside just ‘Ghost go poof’.”

“You know what, puta,” Hector turned, pointing an accusing finger at her. “You always wanna talk shit about the Veil, but you’re just mad you could never—“

“Oh puh-lease, Hector, tell me what I don’t know about the goddamn Veil, since I’m the one that’s actually been there—“

“Jesus Christ, not this again,” Maxi sighed, rubbing his temples. “Y’all, leave it alone, c’mon.“

“Butt out, Maxi, you abdicated.” Rora glared at her brother.

“Yeah, no one asked,” Hector agreed over Rora’s shoulder.

Maxi’s hands fell to the kitchen table, eyes dark. “That don’t mean I can’t fuse both y’all’s lips closed right now—“

You weren’t sure if it was the tequila that made you knock twice on the table, or made you ask, loudly: “Are you guys fucking me tonight or what?”

and now I’m just gonna leave these here :3 thanks for thinking of me, linds!

#six sentence sunday #morvant mortuary #monsterkisser fics #nice people #tagged in #wip snippet #maxi morvant #hex morvant-casares #rora morvant #slasher ocs #southern slasher ocs #necromancer ocs

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ripples-in-the-river · 5 months

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ADVOCATING FOR GAZA AS SOMEONE WITH HYPEREMPATHY

Are you tired of seeing posts about the genocide in Gaza everyday?

I am, too. We all are. Trust me, everyone's tired, too.

I know that it's not because you don't care. You care so much that you don't want to see it, because it hurts too much, and you'd rather go on with your life and pretend you never heard of it.

I get it. Trust me, I do.

But I'm guessing that you wouldn't feel happy with just ignoring everything, either. Right? Because you care. Of course you do. Everyone does.

Let me present you with ways to advocate for the people of Gaza, and help spread awareness, without burning yourself out and wanting to just explode the entire planet and move on from the human race:

-Make your own posts. Spread awareness within the limits your hyperempathy sets for you. No need to use graphic images, graphic descriptions, anything that sets you off. Just vague but powerful terms, that explain the situation without making you want to die.

-Get your info elsewhere. Tumblr doesn't hold a monopole on militantism. Other news sites or papers cover the issue. Maybe they explain the issue in more positive terms, or in easier to swallow phrasings. Maybe they put the focus on what you can do to help, or which countries have taken an official stand against the massacre.

-Mute the tag. I know you feel guilty for doing it, but mute the goddamn tag. You can get your info elsewhere, sign petitions elsewhere, talk about the issue elsewhere. Tumblr doesn't need to be the place you talk or think about Gaza. So mute the goddamn tag if it's burning you out. Please. Do yourself a favor. Besides, burning yourself out won't help anyone. So mute it. There are other ways you can help.

-Sign petitions. There must be at least fifty petitions out there, all in favor of stopping the bombings. Some might be for your country to take an official stance. Some might be for the Israeli government to stop the war. Some might be for the United Nations to bargain for more than a four-day ceasefire. Maybe you'd like to sign some of them.

-Talk about it. There's a world outside Tumblr. Not everyone has an account (no shit, right?). Talk about it with people who might not know. Make a post on Facebook or something. Tell your aunt, or ask your teacher about it.

-Focus on the positive. Lord knows there's an overwhelming amount of negativity in this whole shitty predicament, but there IS positive. What's the positive? The volunteers. The heroes. The people working to get the war to stop. The famous people and politicians taking an official stance against the horrors. Us, on Tumblr, working hard to spread the word that what's happening in Gaza is straight out of a goddamn horror movie, like what the fuck, seriously, what the fuck even?

My point is that we all have our ways of helping. Some of us straight-up go to Gaza and take people out of the rubble. Some of us work at the UN to get a peace treaty going. Some of us work on the news coverage. And I bet they don't all have Tumblr accounts -- but their help is still very, very valid and very, very appreciated. Crucial, even. Absolutely necessary.

So when you hear about things that make you want to just drop dead, or that make you wish God would send another one of those floods and just be done with the entire planet already; when you're tired of hearing about dead children, bombed hospitals, panicked citizens and even more things you'd find on the Devil's daily crossword puzzle, please remember that there are other ways to stand up for the people of Gaza. You don't need to burn out. There are other ways to help. Fuck, you can send money, I bet; make your official Facebook status something like #saveGaza2023; you can pray, you can send money, you can use your political connections if you're involved in your local politics group, you can... I don't even know what else you can do, but I'm absolutely fucking sure of one thing: you can help without reading about all that bullshit about dead kids. So stop reading it if it hurts too much. Do other things instead.

#free gaza #gaza #genocide #free palestine #hyperempathy

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stitchkiss · 1 year

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tagged by @thiamsxbitch and @raekensarcher tag game? me ?? aww i love u both

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to Ao3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have.

i only have 5 fics posted (but im working on more!!!)

the struggle of dating a teenage boy when you’re also a teenage boy but aren’t addicted to fucking call of duty, an exposé by theo raeken (thiam)

Theo sighed for what felt like the thousandth time today.

Liam didn’t notice the edge of annoyance that Theo made sure to put into his sigh. He hasn’t noticed any time before, but why would he start now? Liam’s been glued in front of his TV for the better part of—Theo checks the time—six fucking hours now, not bothering to pay a lick of attention to Theo, who’s been laying on the beta’s bed the entire time, bored out of his goddamn mind.

i see the stars in your eyes and i realize (thian)

Theo thinks he can hear the stars.

He doesn’t tell Liam, preferring to avoid the risk of the other boy doing something ridiculous like agreeing with Theo. Everyone’s been doing that lately; agreeing with Theo. He supposes he brought it upon himself, having spent years plotting and scheming and thinking, something the McCall pack can’t seem to do without their brightest members. Both who hightailed it to the other side of the country, looking for greener pastures than the clusterfuck that is Beacon Hills, California.

we're in love (and we're going to make it everyone's problem) (caswen)

“Okay, stop, stop, STOP!” Miss Jenn’s frustrated cry was enough to make everyone in the rehearsal room freeze in their places.

Carlos hurries to her side and mutters quickly under his breath while sneaking glances at the two boys in front of him. They didn’t notice of course because they were too busy furiously glaring one another other down in a silent war. The East High Drama Club suffocated in tension the two radiated as it blanketed over the room. Miss Jenn sighs.

pony (caswen)

Theater kid meet ups were a usual thing after the musical, obviously. They weren’t going to stop hanging out just because there wasn’t a production to keep them busy and together, and really, they had made some great friendships that fall. Sure, it was tense at first, but the teens valued friendship far more than petty rivalries and less than ideal relationship drama.

Living On A High Wire (anne x winnie)

Winifred Rose had a truly splendid time at the fair. Avonlea was a beautiful town and its inhabitants fit the mold perfectly. It reminded her of a puzzle, but she was the wrong piece for the game board of Avonlea. Her place was somewhere else.

She had fun with her family and with Gilbert and meeting everyone he knew. The entire day was a fresh breath of air Winnie so desperately needed. There was just one problem.

She did not want Gilbert Blythe to court her.

tagging everyone! i feel like everyone's been tagged already lol

#i wonder when ppl will realize that my thiam star fic title is a big time rush lyric #thiam #caswen #awae #stitchkiss

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Do you like pregnant? If you do, then Yamato Tenzou and his wife found out that she is pregnant, what it like to have Yamato Tenzou take care of his pregnant wife through 9 months and deliver baby when she is in labor? And how good father he is? I don’t mind if you want to add nsfw or gender. Love romantic.

If you don’t like pregnant, then that’s okay I’ll change different question let me know.

I don’t mind pregnancy asks, although I find they can be a bit more triggering for some so I will put my answers below the cut and add some trigger warnings in my tags! 😁 fluff, fluff and more fluff for the beloved Yam Yam!

Yamato would be a nervous wreck for the entire pregnancy. He would worry constantly, resistant in leaving your side for longer than a single day and likely refused any missions that would not allow him to return to you in the evenings.

He would certainly have someone posted by your shared home at all the times he wasn’t there personally, and he would accompany you to all appointments. Yamato loves nothing more than settling your back against his chest, cradling you to him as his hands rest gently on the swell of your tummy. Enraptured by the fluttering kicks that dance against his palms, speaking so gently to the little baby inside that he simply can’t wait to meet.

“Little precious one, you gotta stop kicking your mama like that. I can tell you’re gonna be so strong in whatever it is you want to do. I love you.”

He rubs at your aching muscles without prompt, gauges the temperature of your bath water before helping you into the tub and speaks to you from the bathroom floor as you relax.

Excitement is the prevailing emotion, yet doubt always manages to creep in. Yamato worries that he won’t make a good father, he didn’t exactly have a good role model growing up. What if he makes mistakes?

When the time finally arrives, half the medical-nins need to deal with him! Yamato is practically hyperventilating at seeing you in pain and distress. It isn’t until you yell for him with your hand outstretched, such desperation for only him, that he finds the resolve to come through.

He holds your hand the entire time, wipes your brow, kisses your sweaty tear-stained cheeks and encourages you to push when directed. That first gasping, high-pitched cry breaks him completely. Yamato cries very openly, so goddamn proud of you and instantly in love with the baby that nestles against your naked chest. His heart could not be more full, his family is complete.

Yamato is the best father and you always knew he would be. He doubted himself, his confidence was never good and it was such a shame because he was a wonderful man. The bond he had with his child was beautiful and you couldn’t love him more.

The sight of the dark-haired man with equally dark eyes cradling the tiny bundle that squalled and waved chubby limbs with abandon was tear-inducing. A wobbly smile traced your lips as he met your gaze and witnessed the adoration he expressed.

Yamato is an amazing dad, and a wonderful partner and I’ll fight anyone who disagrees!

#delirious answers #tw pregnancy #tw birth #tw babies #yamato x reader #yamato fluff #yamato tenzo

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letitrainathousandflames · 1 year

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First off, I loved the story. Second, what happened 👀👀👀

(Not particularly heavy stuff, but an emotionally abusive situation is mentioned, so TW for that, I guess? Also if u have anything u want me to tag here, just send me an ask and I'll do it. Also this is a long post, but that's what u get for asking someone with adhd to tell a story ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Alright, so like I said, I my first bf and I met in highschool and we stayed together from me being 15 to 26. A decade plus one of emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, my friends being cut off to further my isolation, and me being too inexperienced to see the guy for the asshole he was.

And, like I said, my therapist from that time was a goddamn genius who saw how much I was suffering but also could tell I would not get out of that situation willingly bc I was so used to that being my life and the whole "he can't be abusive - he never hit me!" mentality that I couldn't see that he would cheer me up when I was down - but he was the one to put me down to begin with!

So she said "how about you two take a break? One month away from each other, with no strings attached, not bf and gf anymore, so you can see whether this is a relationship worth fighting for" (it wasn't, lmao)

Me, a week after: so, he's gonna be traveling in two months after this one and-

She, very serious: fascinating! let's make it three months then! You'll meet again when he's back, it'll be great for everyone!

The thing is, when you date someone that swallows up your entire life and cuts your bridges to everyone else, you end up pretty lost and alone (this is literally the tactic cults use to force people to stay in the cult, by making sure they won't have a community to support them once they are out).

But! My bff, bless her heart, never left my side no matter how often I would ghost her while i was still dating. And after I'd spent that first month (november of that year) moping and crying like someone had died, she invited me to go clubbing and I actually got to dance and be silly for the first time since my early teens!

Being undiagnosed autistic/adhd and having my ex as my only social interaction outside of my family AND not doing well socially in school bc bullying made it a bit of a challenge to come on to people, so my bff would be my wingwoman - hey, my friend thinks you're cute, etc.

For some reason, the ladies shot me down a lot, which sucked bc I really wanted to kiss a girl and "find out" whether I was bi (I thought I needed this as proof, lol). But the boys had those looney-tunes eyes at me so I got to kiss some of them and it was fun and stupid and so freeing.

And then there was her. Julia. Even my adhd brain still remembers her name. She was much taller than I, with full, black hair and a raspy voice that made me go heart eyes over her. I asked my bff to chat her up to me, and when instead of politely shaking her head with an apologetic smile as the other girls did, she walked up to me.

Then she asked me whether I wanted to kiss her, and I said yes, and she leaned over me and the world stopped spinning for a moment because I was kissing a girl and it was soft and sweet and good and oh my god, so I do like girls, of course I do, they are so pretty and amazing and oh wow, I am bisexual, that's a lot to unpack and-

And then she was smiling, and saying goodbye bc she wanted to meet up with her friends, and I was left in the middle of that rooftop dance floor, under the stars, my ears ringing and my face burning hot. I had my answer. I had my truth. I had it all along, but now it was real.

So just on account of that, month two (december of that year) was already chalked down as better than the entire time I had ever spent with my not-yet-entirely-ex, but I went out with my bff other times and had just as much fun. Incidentally, the hidden quickie with the handsome guy only happened bc I was intensely fueled by a spiteful thought of "aw hell no, I won't close this year without having boned someone other than [redacted]!". So uh. Yeah. The say love makes you do things, but hooo boy, the things that spite makes u do!

Anyway, moving on! January rolled out and my soon-to-be-ex sent me a text for us to meet, and we did. We caught up at some public place, and at some point he asked me whether I wanted to get back together.

Now, the first sentence that popped into my brain, in all caps, was: "I'D RATHER DOUSE MYSELF IN GASOLINE AND LIGHT A MATCH LMAO" but I unfortunately held back enough to say "I think we're much too different people now" while choking back laughter. So he asked to be just friends and I was like, ah well, I guess?

And we had this whole talk in the cab on the way to drop me off at my place, and this is where the nickname to which I refer to him now, "the deceased", came to be.

See, he was very clearly trying to lay the groundwork to try and build a relationship with me again, talking abt how different people can still get along even if they're exes bc we are both so emotionally mature, etc.

And I jokingly say the most absurd thing I could think: "yeah, and even if we're different, it's not like you're gonna... idk, vote for bolsonaro".

And he did a double take. And. Very shyly, he said he was, in fact, gonna vote for him. Y'know the genocidal, pro-dictatorship, homophobic, corrupt, nightmare of a president with which we were later plagued with for four years in the middle of a pandemic.

That's when I realized this dude wasn't worth keeping around even as a distant acquaintance, and I had a whole mental funeral for this guy bc he would be dead to me from then on. Sad music, flowers, the whole thing. Rip in piss, as y'all say around here.

Once we arrived by my place's door, I asked him to wait in the cab while I went up real quick. When I came back, he was like "oh?? you wanna go somewhere else from here?"

and I simply shoved the very large plastic bag I'd carried down on the seat next to him, explaining: "no, it's just that this is all your crap that was still in my house and I don't want it here anymore. Bye."

What a terrific place to end this story! How dramatic! I mean, that guy was the worst thing I've ever had cling to me in my life, and that includes that one time in the woods when I was a kid and like a hundred ticks bit me.

Well, close the curtains on this show, then! This is a satisfying ending and surely you never heard of him again, right, OP? Right, OP????

[press X for the next stupid anecdote about the deceased]

[press Y to never hear about the deceased again]

[vanilla extract] (sorry I had to)

If this made you laugh, buy me a ko-fi to help me continue to afford the therapy I so clearly need lmao

#long post/#lu's stories #abusive relationships/#emotional abuse/#what I love about this story is that the only thing that might be wrong there are some dates bc adhd brain #but yeah it was. a ride #i still quote the gasoline quote sometimes #also obsessed with my stupidass logic:#ok u wanna kiss girls. u find them hot. but what if you kiss one??? and don't like it??? then ur het #lu you stupid bisexual bless ur heart

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corrodedbisexual · 1 year

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So here's something mildly terrifying. Anyone feeling nostalgic for the color of the sky? Tumblr polls have the goddamn color of the sky potential. There is a symbol limit on answers, but seemingly no symbol limit on the actual questions.

What's more, doesn't matter how long it is, it does NOT count as a long post, on mobile or on web, so it will display fully on your dash. Absolutely wonderful. You can really feel the 2013 vibes.

So here's a poll with the entire Bee Movie script in the question. Enjoy. I'm putting it under a readmore line because I'm not a goddamn animal. But believe me that I've tested on a sideblog without readmore, and it absolutely displays as an unshortened scrolling disaster on your dash.

@staff my dudes. What the hell. Don't you know your site is full of trolls and gremlins?

@staffs-secret-blog you guys are totally secretly running the hellsite so I'm tagging you as well.

#tumblr #polls #tumblr polls

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alexenglish · 1 year

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i started tracking my fic reading (using this bangin’ tracker) because i’d love to know how much fic i actually read over the course of a year - not sure how long it will last because doing things for an entire year is not my style, but i figured i’d do some fic rec posts of stuff i liked once or twice a month if i keep it up so ! i’ve read a decent amount of fic since the beginning of the year, so here’s what i’ve got for you so far~

2023 fic recs 1️⃣

🚩 red flag: read the tags 🚩

flicker / illuminate by hollowcene - skz, minsung, 12k, t

It’s not like things in Seoul were great before the sound monster showed up.

rec comment: i will be That Guy and say I never read minsung so the fact that minsung is my first read of 2023 and my first rec is 100 percent a huge vouch for this fic. if you love world building & dynamics & FUN, then i cannot recommend this more

drown it out by rosecrush - skz, chansung, 2k, e 🚩

“ah, hyung,” jisung gasps. the way he squirms, struggling against chan—reflexively, chan bears more weight down on the arm pinning jisung’s hips in place, curls his hand tighter around jisung’s cock. jisung whines louder, knees pressing hard into chan’s sides. “please, please, i can’t—i have to—”

he cuts himself off. chan says, leveling his voice, honey-sweet, “have to what, hannie?” even though the redness of his face, flush with embarrassment, the now-constant wriggling—chan can guess.

rec comment: rosecrush i’m love you

quién lo diría by enbookcased - skz, minbinchan, 21k, e

"Did I ever tell you that pasta’s my favorite?"

"You know I don't listen when you talk about food," Minho murmured, concentrating on the task at hand. Finished chopping the garlic, he quickly added it to the large pan that was already filled to bursting with little neck clams. He topped it off with some white wine and then turned to Changbin. The pasta was already simmering away in its own pot on the stove. “All we gotta do now is wait,” he said, crossing his arms over himself.

And then he looked over at Changbin and did the weirdest thing yet: he smiled. It was awkward and fleeting, but Changbin had seen it. Changbin could probably count on one hand how many times Minho had smiled at him that didn’t involve a camera in their faces or a joke being cracked, and he couldn’t deny the effect it had on him, that it had him smiling back.

Minho's smile dropped immediately into a scowl. “Ew, what is your face doing? Stop it or it’s gonna get stuck that way.”

rec comment: the dynamics were fun, i enjoyed reading this as it updated, i especially loved the exploration of dynamics in the first two chapters as things were building

The Minor Fall, the Major Lift by hope_and_hardship - skz, soobgyu, 43k, m

Beomgyu looked down at his guitar and wondered if he’d ever be strong enough to put it away for good.

The trouble was he could run away from everyone he knew, could delete accounts, could change cities, but he couldn’t run away from himself. And the guitar was just part of him now.

But, goddamn, he was too young to feel this old and washed up.

rec comment: obsessed with this entire fic, a banger from start to finish. the heady commentary on art and the ways it we abandon it, and it abandons us, but never truly leaves us, and the ways we need to move on, and the ways we grow. the relationship felt so sweet and organic, and this is the best side character yoongi i’ve ever read in my entire life, literally huge rec

you and me (the series) by flying_dream - skz, jilix, 200k, e

When Jisung moves to Seoul for university, he just wants a fresh start. Study a course he actually enjoys, possibly make some new friends, find meaning in his life again: the works.

Then he meets Lee Felix and his entire world turns upside down.

rec comment: this was a reread because this fic has been lodged deeply in my head ever since i read it the first time. i LOVE It. i can’t even express how much i love it, how often i think of the elements of this fic, how well done they were?? it honestly floors me to think about what they did with this, and how it was over 200k and neither reading it the first or the second time did it EVER feel like over 200k lmao

Law of Probability by rhythmsextion - skz, binchan, 6k, e

In which Changbin loses a bet and is subsequently dared to give Chan a lap dance. And everyone gets to watch.

rec comment: what it says on the tin. it’s fun!

In Sheep's Clothing by Mntsnflrs - skz, chanlix, e, 36k 🚩

“I’m sorry about this,” the man said. He took a sip of his coffee before continuing, “It’s the lesser of two evils. A mother and her young children, or a single kid. It has to be you.”

rec comment: listen daddy kink is pretty much always a hard boiled no for me but just skimming the first few paragraphs of this fic had me immediately hooked, i’m feral over this fic. the delivery of the pov did something to me that i can’t even explain. i will never recover from how good it is.

Collateral Damage by Mntsnflrs - skz, chanlix, e, 12k 🚩

Chan gets a boyfriend, and Felix doesn't deal with it.

rec comment: another felix pov that just fucks severely, i’m obsessed with how weirdly dysfunction this chanlix is - as GOD INTENDED.

fundamental mentalities by upottery - skz, binchan, chansung, minchan, 8k, e

The taut bowstring that runs along Chan's spine loosens for a moment, lets him straighten and cross the room in a few strides to the wall where Minho’s waiting. He doesn’t bother facing him, skips instead to resting his head on his folded arms, holding them above his shoulders. When he turns, his cheek hits the cold glass. He can feel Minho’s icy stare, sees it in the reflection only barely.

“That wasn’t so hard.” Minho says, low. “At least someone can listen around here.”

rec comment: ongoing bottom chan saga which i love, upottery writes bangers, i’m love u latte

this is what drives me crazy by ghosthunter - skz, hyunsung, 3ra, 8k, e 🚩

"Changbin-ah," Chan says, twisting around in his desk chair. "Can you go grab us drinks? I think Hannie could use one."

rec comment: LOVE an exploration of kink and discomfort and sex and relationships and how polyamorous arrangements relate and liking something because it gets someone else off and like, it’s all JAM PACKED in here with two of my fave ships so like god. fuck yeah. and pee!

winter in busan by booooin - bts, yoonmin, e, 43k 🚩

Alternate history!au. In a world where the Korean war never happened, Busan is the trashcan of the world, run by three clans (the Min, the Gwan, and the Bang) and able to feed itself only through the toxic waste processing industries and the polluting mining industries. Park Jimin is a Korean American who comes to Busan on business.

This fic is about environmental imperialism and the struggles of decolonization.

rec comment: honestly still chewing on this, it hits a bunch of my IMMENSE hit-or-miss tropes but god i thought the themes were handled well and like... the elements were worked in so well... the characterization... bonkers. wow.

#2023ficrecs #not sure if i'll do the comments every time #i used to do these and i didn't bother #but now that i leave more comments #it feels natural to add it in... idk~#alex fic haul #I FORGOT I HAD A TAG - cute

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histronic-gizmo · 1 year

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Guess who wrote an entire rant in response to an anti who tagged me in a post regarding the Stanley parable, only for it to not post because they had blocked me by the time I hit send 💀

I'm gonna rewrite it here

@the-redacted-line (obvi don't harrass them, don't engage with them, i don't know the full INs and OUTs of how blocking on tumblr works but I'm hoping they'll see this)

Here's the tags they put in that post

I never was saying I want to see problematic content of TSP, there's already a few good things on AO3, I was complaining because I'm barred from interacting with 90% of the TSP fandom here on Tumblr.

The Stanley Parable is SO important to me, I can't express that enough. I actively avoid problematic fan work with it because it's not something I enjoy or seek out with this game. I just, Yk, support people who do want that!

I'm upset that I can't interact with amazing art because I'm not an asshole about made up and intangible shit. I'm upset I can't make friends with most people who enjoy this thing because I'll be called a p*dophile.

I'm not at fault for YOU seeing my proship post that was tagged with 4 different variations of "proship" solely for filtering purposes. If YOU don't want to see proship stuff, filter the tags. The filtering system exists for a goddamn reason.

I have a long list of variations of various things filtered and I never see shit I don't want to see. And when I do? Guess what's going in my filter list?

I was sexually assaulted as a child and I am haunted with terrible intrusive thoughts of sexual assaults, murder and violence. I go to therapy and I've done all the coping mechanisms in the book. Nothing has been nearly as effective as coping with fiction. My therapist and I work extensively to make sure it's not having the opposite effect on me.

Some antis argue that if it's to cope, you should keep it to yourself. I'm disabled, and I don't always have the energy or resources to create this content I need to cope with my day to day life. People posting fanfiction, Fanart, original work, and other fanwork with problematic content is almost the only way I can access this coping mechanism.

Problematic content is IMPORTANT. It's not for everyone, it's not supposed to BE for everyone. Like everytjing, it should be clearly marked, tagged and labeled so people who don't want to and shouldn't see it DONT.

There are very little problematic fanworks that aren't clearly marked. The ones aren't marked are a problem that should be addressed, but the solution isn't to ban and shame problematic content.

Proshipper doesn't stand for "Problematic Shipper", it stands for "Pro Shipping". It's supporting people who are problematic shippers.

Its an acknowledgement that fiction affects reality, but in a different way than reality affects reality. It's an acknowledgement that people can explore things in fiction without it bearing any meaning on them as a person. It's an acknowledgement that it can affect reality and make people's trauma worse, so things should be clearly marked. It's an acknowledgement that fiction can affect reality and give survivors a safe environment to work through their trauma.

Its an acknowledgement that fiction and reality are different planes of existence. They're connected in so many ways but they are seperate.

It's an acknowledgement that survivors deserve to heal. Just because my way of healing doesn't work for you doesn't mean it's disgusting and shouldn't be used. Just because it's unhealthy for you doesn't mean it's unhealthy for me.

No one is trying to say you have to want to see, make, or support problematic fictional content. All we ask is that you stop labeling it as wrong, disgusting, and unhealthy. All we ask is that people who don't like it stop harrassing and demeaning those who do.

I have no idea what this person in particular has done, I doubt they've done anything, they haven't harrassed me. I want to make that clear.

It's just hard to be on your side when your side got me in the emergency room because of the massive amount of death threats, graphic violence descriptions, and insults I got in my Tumblr ask box on a daily basis.

I rarely ship problematic ships because my hyperfixation rarely have an opportunity for them (if we ignore Rick and Morty, that's very recent and out of the ordinary for me)

But I refuse to support and be in the side of people who think fiction is so much more important than reality that I get told I deserved to be raped as a child because I thought two cartoon characters should kiss.

You may not have said that, but that's who's side your on.

#long post #trauma dump #tw anti #the stanley parable #discourse #shipcourse #proship #proshipper #proshippers #proship safe #proshipper safe #anti anti #anti antis #for the love of god dont harrass the person i tagged thank u #tw rape #tw csa

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heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon · 10 months

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Okay... Shit, no. I'm sorry but I NEED to say something again.

I blocked this persons main before, because they gave me cringe vibes for putting a goddamn fucking "DNI" banner that was fandom related at the bottom of a long ass Cripple Punk post that otherwise had fuck all to do with "Fandom Politics", for lack of a better term, only to find out that they are exactly the type of person I was telling to stop this kind of shit earlier.

So now I just want to say like ... Two things:

AGAIN. JUST STOP PUTTING FICTIONAL CHARACTERS INTO THE CRIPPLE PUNK TAGS IF YOU DIDN'T MAKE THEM I AM LITERALLY FUCKING BEGGING YOU.

I've been trying to figure out a way to properly articulate this ever since I've noticed this exact person forcing people to read through their obnoxious "DNI" banner shit that they've put at the end of every. single Cripple Punk post that they' make, again, even if what they're talking about has nothing to do with fandom .... And I blocked them immediately when I saw them add their unwanted and unneeded opinion on "Proship vs. Anti" discourse to the already obnoxious banners that were ruining their long ass cpunk posts for everyone else.... And like, at first I felt bad for (finally) just blocking them for forcing me to read about their shitty cyberbully fandom opinion on a cripple punk post like "'anti anti'/'proshitters' DNI!" like y'know? Immature shit like that. Like, I felt really bad and shitty for even caring enough to have an opinion on their own shitty fandom related opinion like that shit even mattered in Cripple Punk at all....But then I saw them doing this shit, so I am going to be speaking my mind on this. Rght now.

I... do not care, I do not not give a fuck, and I do not pay any heed or attention to your "warning" should you have something like "Anti Anti/Proship DNI" in your header or bio, or even consider yourself an "Anti" because you think that makes you a better clown than the ones that you are trying to protect yourselves from, because I don't believe in "Fandom Politics" ether way and think they're antithetical to the Cripple Punk Movement as a whole. And I will not be checking your header or bio or carrd or whatever to see if I'm respecting your made up fandom concentric "politics" and boundaries . Like of course you have the right to silently block someone if you don't like their taste in fandom but you don't have to turn that into one of your "political stances", we'll get more into this later but if you self identify as an "Anti", that's exactly what you're doing .

However, if you have a DNI Banner you're gonna put at the end of every single Cripple Punk post, I would want to block you, but if you make a Cripple Punk post, put a DNI banner on it, and then decide make part of that banner partially about "Proship vs. Anti" discourse or even Anti Kink bullshit discourse and rhetoric I would then have to be forced to read about because you decided to bring that shit into the Cripple Punk tags, when you decided to add your obnoxious DNI banner to an otherwise entirely unrelated Cripple Punk post, thus derailing your pwn post and just like, ruining things... For everyone... I am definitely going to block you.

My second to last point is this:... I'lI make this quick disclaimer that I know that Live Action Media such as Twilight and Harry Potter are entirely different animals that both could and have caused substantial amounts of harm, mainly due to the fact that with live action shit, it's real people needed to portray these characters, from these multiple million dollar franchises that most of us had shoved down our throats since forever, with real world consequences if anything goes wrong........ And considering the circumstances of, I'm just gonna say it.... The one who started the whole "cpunk discourse" bullshit actually being a Goddamn Fucking Harry Potter Fandom Mom or whatever the fuck they are..... Like I can see why we might want to poke fun at these people and maybe gatekeep them from anything to do with Cripple Punk ... And even I have done that on occasion ... So what I'm about to say, keep in mind that this isn't about them.

All that being said, if you do consider yourself Cripple Punk, but you feel you would discriminate against another Cripple Punk by denying them your most basic human "interactions" on the internet, support, help, camaraderie, resources, single boosts, emergency donations if they needed it, because you glanced at their blogs one day and saw the words "Proship" or "Anti Anti" next to "Cripple Punk", or you saw how they've liked the Wrong kind of Animated Cartoon, or watched the Wrong kind of Anime, or read the Wrong kind of Manga or Played the Wrong kind of Video Game while they were sitting sick or bed bound getting sores on their arse during a medical recovery or something or maybe they support this Scary Irredeemable Artist who created Scary Irredeemable Media TM, and maybe you get the urge to go on this fellow Cripple Punk's single boost just be like: "UM, DON'T DONATE/GIVE SUPPORT TO THIS PERSON BC THEY HAPPEN TO SUPPORT THIS THAT AND THE OTHER FANDUMB CENTRIC THING WHEN THEY EXIST OUTSIDE OF CPUNK EVEN THO THEY NEVER BROUGHT THAT BACK INTO THE MOVEMENT WHICH IS WHY I'M DOING IT FOR THEM RIGHT NOW! >:("

Like if you would ever think about doing that, or, you need to consider what cartoon fandoms a fellow cripple punk is in before supporting your comrade or go off on them for wearing the wrong graphic t with the wrong animated blorbo on it when or they have the wrong kind of fandom related plush when they're just existing in a Cripple Punk Selfie Post.... Or a donation post ... And you're gonna care so deeply about that, that you can feel something in you become physically undone... And you'd wanna bring it up... The Unspoken Irredeemable Media in The Room.... Like, I'm not saying you should leave the Cripple Punk Movement ... But maybe you should take a break, reevaluate your priorities here, and come back later, okay babe?

I'm almost done.

The very last and most difficult thing I'll bring up here because it needs to be said ... If you consider yourself a Cripple Punk, and you also self identify as an "Anti" outside of the Cripple Punk Movement... You do realize that Self Proclaimed "Antis" have a very strong reputation for actually telling people to kill themselves over the Fictional and Often 2D Media they consume, right? Like I said before, you could be a Cripple Punk with "Anti" or "Anti Anti DNI" in your bio and I simply choose not to pay attention to that nonsense or give a fuck...But at the end of the day, the "Anti Movement" is ultimately a "Movement" about telling people to kill themselves over Fiction. And I know that you wouldn't do that if you're part of the Cripple Punk Movement, but it makes me not want to get that close to you or trust you and this is the only post I'll make about it because I think some of you just need to reconcile with which boat you truly want to be and jump ships, so to speak... Because it's so interesting how some of think you can take the side a "Movement" that tells the "Freaks" to kill themselves while also being a part of Cripple Punk.

I want no part of "Fandom Movements" mentioned here.

It's so funny and frustrating to me though because... The people in Cripple Punk who make these blogs and posts revolving around fictional characters and pretending it's activism? They're the ones, with "Anti Anti/Proship DNI" in their banners and bios... Same with the most frequently posting people in the Cripple Punk tags right now, who've turned out to be self proclaimed "Kinnies" or "Fictives".

But I've yet to see an actual, self proclaimed Anti Antis or Proshipper bring those "fandom politics" or tags into Cripple Punk or daring to be that obnoxious. How about we keep it that way and be kind to each other, yes?

TL;DR: "FANDOM POLITICS" HAVE NO PLACE IN CRIPPLE PUNK. NETHER DOES GATE KEEPING, OR MORALLY POLICING, OR CYBER BULLYING ANOTHER CRIPPLE PUNK FOR ANY "FANDOM POLITICS" THEY MIGHT KEEP OVER CARTOONS, OR OTHER RELATED INTERESTS THEY MIGHT HAVE IN MEDIA AND KEEP SEPARATE FROM THE CRIPPLE PUNK MOVEMENT, ASIDE FROM THOSE INTERESTS SHOWING UP IN THINGS LIKE CLOTHING OR COMFORT ITEMS DURING CRIPPLE PUNK SELFIES. AND IF YOUR RESPONSE TO THIS IS "GO OUTSIDE", FUCK OFF!

This is the first and last post I'm making about this. It's happened in discord servers apparently before but if I ever see another Cripple Punk being bullied in these tags for outside media they consume that has nothing to do with Cripple Punk that they didn't try bringing into Cripple Punk themselves... I'm done. You all would just be making the same posts about Fandom Bullshit in reverse or whatever.

#cripple punk #cpunk #I'm not even tagging anyone or anything your dnis are silly and still making cpunk about fandoms ether way and it's gonna end up being #callout culture city pretty soon the way things are going and your fandom bullshit and even putting dnis on your cripple punk posts and #making those dnis about fandom bullshit is wrong!!! YOU'RE ALL WRONG!!!#undescribed

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rookflower · 2 years

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ok, so. i drew every warrior cat! here's a long rambling sentimental reflective-type post on the blog i guess.

I started this blog when I was 15, in 2018. I was bored at a summer job, scribbled Onestar on the back of a sticker sheet, and thought "huh, there sure is a lot of Warrior Cats characters! I've seen some design blogs around, I think there's a "draw 100 cats challenge" people do, wouldn't it be fun if I gave that a try?" I had nothing going on art-wise at the moment, I was losing steam on my Pokemon webcomic and had given up askblogs a while ago, so I quickly fell into it.

Starting out was weird- I'd only read up to about Power of Three at the time, and hadn't read TPB or TNP in quite a while. I vivdly remember someone sending me a request to draw Tawnypelt about 20 cats in or so, and I genuinely couldn't remember who she even was. I think I got a request to draw Jagged Peak before I even knew DOTC existed? I wasn't working off of a specific list, and would miss certain cats out entirely due to forgetting them which frustrated me. Drawing cats was fun, and once I got to 100 eventually I found myself going "well, now what? I haven't even drawn Sorreltail, Nightstar, Appledusk, Spiderleg..." so, i kept going!

Then 2020 rolled around and lockdown hit, and I was suddenly stuck in my house with no plans, seemingly unlimited time, and a desperate need for some kind of outlet that offered escapism from the world.

Drawing Warrior Cats was something mundane and rhythmic but creative and enjoyable, and I found the aspect of looking at it as a challenge alluring, the same way I had when the goal was "100 random warrior cats". How far could I get before having to stop? I couldn't do over 1000 cats, right?

uh.

I could!

sunk cost fallacy or whatever, I guess?

Lot has changed in my life over the course of this. I started the challenge just after leaving high school, and now I'm headed into my third year of uni. Some family's moved around, we have a cat now, I started playing video games again, my bedroom's been revamped, I met some internet friends IRL for the first time, I'm more or less publicly out as gay, all different kinds of stuff. It's fucking wild to consider that one of the biggest constants in my life these past few years has been drawing goddamn warrior cats. I've had the Warriors wiki list of characters open on my computer basically forever, and finally closing it feels like a goodbye.

So what's happening with this blog? Well, I'm not upkeeping a daily queue anymore, that's for sure. There are some cats here I KNOW I'm going to want to go back and redesign at some point though, so this isn't over! Even if I'm less active here, for now, I'm not going anywhere. I'll probably also use this for any general warriors art/posts I want to make, as well as those "send me asks" request meme thingies. those are fun.

I'm hoping to be maybe more active on my youtube now, as well as just generally experimenting with my art more. One of the biggest downsides of spending 3 years drawing fullbody flatcolours of warrior cats and not that much else is that my improvement on every ground except cat anatomy and character design has become pretty fuckin stagnant lmao. I need to make art with backgrounds and shading and non-cat characters again or i think ill explode. time to get out of this comfort zone!!

speaking of, very lucky this thing ended right at the start of Artfight. I'm @/RioBlitzle there and I try to revenge back attacks! Will probably put my energy into that for a wee while.

@daily-mario-characters might come back,, eventually but I'm not promising anything, and if I haven't learned anything from running this blog you might see me on a "drawing every pokemon" streak in a few months. it is how it is.

Anyways, thank you all so much for your support. Massive shoutout to everyone who's ever left nice comments in the tags of my posts, I don't really have a way to respond but I read every one of those and please know that they absolutely make my day.

Thanks for sticking through this challenge with me!

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wingedcatgirl · 2 years

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fuck it, new more easily-manageable pinned post

(tumblr's circling the drain: no it's probably not gonna die soon but catch us on dreamwidth or cohost while you still can) (i'll be surprised if it doesn't at least outlast fanfiction dot net)

(anyway.)

hOI we're Tempest (plural) and this is our blog full of whatever the fuck we feel like

(we also do occasional roleplay over at our sideblog @elakha-house-cube; if you're a roleplay blog wondering why we followed you, that's probably why. or possibly we just think you're neat)

this body and most of the people in it are adults (age "we stopped putting our exact age in bios in our 30s")

this isn't intended as a "minor safe" space or an "adult safe" space, it's a space for us and all y'all can hang out here regardless of your age as long as you don't piss us off (we are not easily pissed off so don't worry too much about it)

most of this blog is done by 🐱 Mintleaf/Sylvi (it/they/she) but posts/comments from others will be marked in some manner or another. probably an emoji. keep a particular eye out for 🏹 (Robin. he/him), 👼 (Ana, they/them), and 😈 (as-yet-unnamed smol one, she/they)

a selection of projects i'm writing:

In the light of the stars: (original) OP catgirl with a hammer rescues a pair of twin catkids with powers from an unethical science lab.

Isekai'd as a regular ordinary kitty cat‽‽: (original) take a wild goddamn guess what happens in this story

Leaf story: (Tales of Symphonia) (tag) A girl wakes up with amnesia near where the canon plot begins and immediately makes it her business. Look, judging by her gear, "immediately make the canon plot her business" had already been her plan anyway.

Hope's Sky (working title): (Danganronpa, kinda) 16 of the OCs we've made for various other projects get Ultimate-ified and thrown into a killing game.

The Nutdealer Expanded Universe: (Undertale/Deltarune, ostensibly): Anagram-themed shitposts. A collab with @kiraheartilly36 and @facultativeactivity.

I'll put more stuff in here later

tags of note:

#words from me a kity: original posts and comments on posts

#ask meme: means what it sounds like. there's no expiration date on these if you include the entire question(s) in your ask, and/or a link to the meme post. if you want to interact with us and you just need something to say, this tag is a great place to look

#my writing: i write a lot of shit for funsies

#art: people make so many cool drawings on the internet did you know that

#art by me: sometimes, rarely, i'm people

#osha noncompliant: a bit past the sfw line (nothing we'd be appalled about minors seeing - we'd just not put that here - but you might prefer to block this tag, whatever your age)

current mind viruses:

cookie ocs: we don't play cookie game anymore but we do still love seeing people's crispy homemade blorbos

tales series: well, currently just Symphonia, but we've seen the other games, we'll get into them eventually

kingdom hearts

miraculous

terraria

uh fuck i can't remember shit i'll add more later

#words from me a kity #pinned post

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