#and some of that is stuff relating to my personal life

[creekfiend]

man and re: the guy who owes me tens of thousands of dollars. that's not even counting the labor I did for him. and the utter lack of credit I get for being instrumental in building His Whole Thing like ... I did almost all the behind the scenes "soft labor" stuff for that initially, the networking, the community building, seeking out potential stud dogs, paying for transportation or other breeding related costs, helping with screening ppl for puppy placement, just the TALKING and social component, running the FB group. helping raise the puppies. uncompensated of course. did you know who came up with the name for it. LMAO. meeeeee

I avoided talking about this in any way for so long because I didn't want it to be perceived as some kind of call-out post or some kind of dogbook vague blog backbiting bullshit. and partially bc I'm sure if he saw it he would have Stories about how this was All Okay Actually or I Was Mean Too. but actually as it turns out I am allowed to talk about experiences that I had with a person that deeply impacted my life on my own fucking blog. :)

[sugarhog05]

ALRIGHT I HAVE SOME MORE SEMI-OLD ART

I have been on a trip so sometimes I can’t draw but I’d still like to post cause I have a lot of stuff on my mind lol

I think this is the first drawing I did of ruin eclipse from SB. It’s from 2023 so kinda old 👀

TW for blood and a wound on the next one

This was a self-insert of an Y/N for an AU I was making. I still have the AU shelved for maybe coming back to. What id gotten down at the time was that Y/N gonna be a security guard and in the beginning was gonna beat the absolute SHIT outta Moon cause he tried to scare them lmao

Moon would become absolutely terrified of them, and Y/N would feel like, SO bad. Because of this they’d try super hard to be nice and make up for literally sending them to P&S (a place they loathe)

Moon, seeing this would take advantage of it and try to get revenge by gaining their trust then doing…? Something? I hadn’t figured that out, but it wasn’t gonna be violent. Over time though, he would start to grow fond of them and start to second guess getting back at them. Then he gets the virus, and his negative emotions towards them get almost overpowering. So much so that he has a hard time keeping up the whole nice act. And any fondness would be completely erased (suppressed). That was as far as I got with it lol

This was a witch AU I had thought about where Y/N was hermit and… had some questionable practices that were illegal for some governing body of magic. Sun and Moon would be robots given life through magic, and would be sent to investigate them. I hadn’t come up with the designs for them yet, and I might still revisit it.

Anyway, Y/N would be completely caught off guard by their arrival and would desperately try to be accommodating while secretly trying to hide their illegal practices. They would be successful, but in the process would end up charming the brothers into wanting to see them more. Ironically because of their kinda skittish, awkward, and frazzled state. Like I said, they were NOT expecting company, and it’s especially bad because they know the brothers were sent to investigate them. Which means the governing body of magic is on to them somehow. In the beginning they’d be more caught off guard, but eventually Y/N would learn to hide everything better and know to expect them lol. They were also gonna have a cat familiar that could turn into a wispy spirit thing but I hadn’t figured out a name for it yet.

…Can you tell I really like void faces yet? I also ended up using the stars on the hat for my witch self-insert for hexciis Fae AU so I’d have to come back and redesign them. They were heavily inspired by Hexciis witch as well because I related to them so much. So I’d also change the witches personality to make them more my own since I have more experience with making characters now.

Lastly is a D&D inspired character. I’m not SUPER familiar with D&D, but it’s something I’ve wanted to try… I’m just a little nervous to lol. They’re a Monk Rouge multiclass who’s “haunted” (they don’t actually mind) by the spirit of a wendigo… who’s also Moon lol. Again, not sure if it’s even possible for a wendigo to haunt someone or if that’s even a thing in D&D… but I wasn’t exactly making them to actually play with it was more just a fun design thing.

Erm, so yeah thanks for reading the stuff rattling around in my brain case :]

[rocketeeeers]

hii! this is such a sweet concept, thank you so much for coming up with it! 🩷 i'm so sorry you're going through stuff. you're not alone & your f/os love you lots! take care :D also i apologise if i'm doing anything wrong in this ask game, i'm new to tumblr (i mainly use twitter, though it's really nice here!) please correct me if so!

i'll be answering the qns with my 2 main f/o's (hikage toma prri & kobayashi kenya bokumachi), hope that's okay!

tw: mention of sh for the 1st qn

🌻 since i'm clumsy and have the tendency to sh (though i'm on the road to recovery! yay!), i tend to get injured quite often.

for toma, he normally panics when he sees the wounds and he gets really worried! he'll ask a bunch of questions on how it happened (though if it's something sh related he'd probably avoid asking since it might make me upset) while digging through his bag for his emergency supplies. he'll also probably give me some cute, colourful band-aids to distract me from the wound! for the days after, he'll take really good care of me, helping me to apply ointments and creams every day.

for kenya, he'll mask his worry behind a calm expression in order to prevent me from panicking along with him. similar to toma, he'd also grab his emergency supplies (minus the colourful band-aids). for the days after, though he's really busy, he'd make sure to send reminders via text for me to take care of my injuries.

🪷 when i'm insecure, i usually try to bottle it up, but toma can see through me really easily. he'll give me a hug and comfort me with words, reassuring me of my skills and my good qualities, telling me he loves me no matter what and that the things my head is telling me are all untrue.

for kenya, since we've known each other for quite a while, he can also see through me easily. he's less touchy, but if i asked for a hug or anything, he'd do just that. he mainly uses his words, restating all of our past experiences that disprove my insecurities, show me that he cares, that i'm worth being cared for.

🍄 i would likely shut them down when they suggest pampering me, but both of them would insist, saying that they love me and want to take care of me.

for toma, he'd plan the whole thing himself. he'd probably bring me on a drive, stopping at all my favourite places for food or shopping. he'd do everything he possibly could to comfort me, and it would work!

for kenya, he'd ask if there's anything he could do to help, but since i don't normally know the answer to that, he'd end up taking things into his own hands and planning everything out. he'd take me out on weekends and treat me to some good food, and then maybe we would go home and relax.

☀️ toma would probably get something cute and simple, but full of thought, like jewelry in the style i like, or a plush that reminds him of me or me of him! kenya would probably get something on my wishlist (which tends to be cute stuff too)

���� to be honest, we do all of that, heheh... i'm quite a needy person!

💜 oh there's too many... these past few days i've been feeling like crap, and sometimes my only reason for holding on is them. i don't wanna go into detail because honestly? i've been blocking most of my emotions out and i don't recall it, and i feel that if i tried i might get more upset. but they helped a lot. when it feels like nobody cares for me, i have them. when it feels like i'm alone, i have them. they've helped me with so so much and i cannot express how grateful i am for them coming into my life.

🥞 my kindness and my loyalty/dedication, i believe. i'd do so much for them, and just them. i'd try my best to be with them whenever they need and more, supporting them through the littlest actions.

🍁 toma sings me songs with that warm voice of his. it's always comforting. we'd cuddle too.

kenya talks to me and either cuddles or holds my hand until i fall asleep.

💫 toma would motivate me with little things like kisses or gifts and then tell me he was so proud of me after i checked a task off. if a task required a lot of work, he'd do it together with me and we would sing some songs while doing it to get my mind off of it.

kenya would send constant reminders to me, even when at work. he'd set alarms to remind me to drink water and stuff. he'd also praise me lots when i do something, and he'd help out where he can.

🍀 toma holds my hand, giving me a physical sensation that i can focus all my attention on. he'll pass me my earplugs/earphones and find a way out of that situation as fast as possible.

kenya, well, i hc him to also easily get overwhelmed. he'd probably try to get over it so that he can calm me, but i wouldn't ever let him force himself to calm down, so we'd probably just be overwhelmed together and find a way to leave the situation together. once out, we'll just spend time in each other's company until we feel better.

again, thank you so much for making this. it was really fun to answer! i'm sorry my answers got so long 😅

🪻comfort and care f/o ask game🪻

hi there! thank you so much to those of you who participated in my last f/o ask game ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ i had so much fun making it and i'm glad to see others are enjoying it too! i decided to make another (very self indulgent) f/o ask game since i've been going through a pretty rough patch lately and i want my f/os to take care of me (߹𖥦߹) these asks will be mental health centric (and can be quite personal), so if that's not your cup of tea, feel free to scroll past! if anyone else has been struggling as well, please remember you are so incredibly loved and wanted here! especially by your f/os! take care of yourselves ♡

so sorry for the long intro! we'll get into it now. as always, proship please do not interact!

also, this ask game is platonic/familial friendly! not just aimed towards romantic f/os! ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و

🌻 how does your f/o take care of you and/or react if you're injured? any injury applies. it could be as simple as bumping into the corner of a table and bruising your hip, or maybe something as severe as coming back wounded from an intense battle.

🪷 how does your f/o comfort you when you're feeling insecure/self conscious? if they prefer to comfort using words, what do they say? if they use actions, what do they do?

🍄 your f/o notices you're stressed/unhappy/not doing well and insists that they want to pamper you. what would that look like? do they do or say anything specific that only they would do? do they want you to tell them what you want, or do they plan the pamper session themself?

☀️ your f/o surprises you with a gift after noticing how hard you've been working lately, and they need to express how proud of you they are. what's the gift?

📚 what is your f/os love language? do they incorporate their love language into how they support you? (the main 5 love languages are; words of affirmation, acts of service, gift giving, quality time, and physical touch. though if you and your f/o have your own love language, please feel free to use that instead!)

💜 name a time (or multiple) when your f/o was your unwavering rock and solace. only if you're comfortable with sharing, what were you going through? how did your f/o support you?

🥞 what does your f/o admire about you? it can go beyond physical traits!

🍁 how does your f/o help you when you can't sleep/can't stay asleep?

💫 how does your f/o help and/or support you when you're struggling with taking care of yourself? (e.g. messy room, forgetting to take meds, etc.)

🍀 what does your f/o do when you're in an overstimulating/overwhelming situation? (e.g. in a large crowd, around loud noises, etc.) do they have any techniques to soothe you?

[binmeister]

Whenever you can or feel like it, can we have more bodyguard stuff? Also, I’m a little confused on how Rumi feels about bodyguard reader. Because it seems like siblings, but at one point, it seemed like she had romantic feelings for him.

I’ll definitely be continuing to write blurbs and scenarios or HCs for the bodyguard stuff, its fun and lets me throw out some creative brain worms

Sorry if this a bit of a ramble but I want to give a like, a bigger and vagueish picture of my thoughta

Cop out answer is just “yknow familiarity into falling in love ezpz” but my personal interpretation of Rumi and Bodyguard! reader is a couple different ones:

Reader has and will only ever view Rumi as a younger sibling due to the familiarity and how he was raised - Rumi feels the same and because they didnt exactly have normal upbringings they mistake the comfort and platonic bond as something more before realising it wasnt actually romantic attraction

Reader is dense as seen in most of my hcs because he hasnt had time to experience these feelings other people get to partake in, Rumi realises as they get older that she has developed romantic feelings for him but he does not reciprocate so she lets the feelings die off (what I personally lean towards as a whole)

And lastly is the potential for mutual romantic attraction and the pair has to figure out how to go about it because they had been raised together and practically as family, though not blood related it still feels more taboo because its not exactly child hood friends given how celine had become her parental figure

Im yapping a lot here but its essentially I think its extremely complex and I dont want to lock in anything right now because its still a relatively fresh characterisation that can be changed up and retconned / i do want to leave some wiggle room for people to interpret things how they would want to see it and im honestly happy to write things in a way that leaves it open

TLDR of my half awake yapathon is that Rumi is conflicted on how she feels, he’s kind of the first and was primarily the only guy in her life until Jinu / the Saja boys come in and he’d accepted her for her well before she could love herself and its confusing especially with everything else going on in her life

I hope this can clear up some things but if it made the confusion worse Im so sorry ����

[backtothechurch]

"Everything is blue" Bob Reynolds x reader 

warnings: angst, mentions of drug use, bit of pre-thunderbolts bob, reader genre not specified, no use of y/n.

notes: okay im already apologizing for that, but I was inspired by my Halsey playlist and decided to make some angst, im thinking about doing a part two with a bit of comedy and some fluffy to recover from that.

Way before sentry project Bob was an even worse mess, the mess you thought you could save. 

Since you were young you knew your neighbour Bob, the abuse and violence on his house were daily and you could hear and see everything from your bedroom. You always had this will to protect him, to save him.

You saw what people usually didn’t, how he was actually good at so much stuff, but the trauma destroyed him. You were the only person who cared when he started using drugs and you almost killed him when he left school, but nothing seemed to change. 

When the first time he started to recover you two went in a date, he was happier, he could talk and laugh truly. You two started a relationship while you were in college and he came back to study, but a few months after everything became a nightmare, he was back on drugs, depressed, taking any pills he could. The fights became more often and aggressive.

“I hope you make it till 28 years old” was the last thing he heard from you. 

Your life after bob was good, but his memory haunted you.

After a few years you visited your hometown in Florida and heard he had moved out and the people at your city believed he died there, you swear you could hear your heart break. He died and you never got the chance to see him again.

You went back to New York and tried to live your life. You searched for him in every place, called friends and they didn’t even remembered him, the files about him, even his police record was gone, he was actually gone.

After leaving for a coffee break from a bad if not the worst, day at work you were walking when some sort of sadness consumed you, everything was grey and foggy, you didn’t know what was, you kept walking looking for a way out. Then you saw bob, not actually him, more of a memory, both of you playing at his house as kids, you got tense.

You wasn’t a woman of many traumas, you had a good life, good relationship with your family, a good job, and a very good and expensive therapist. But the memory of that day always got chills, was the first time you experienced a violence so closer. Bob’s dad arrived the house and the mood shifted, was when the screams, the slaps and the yells started, you could see the little you leaving the house, but now you could also see the desperation on little bob’s eyes when you left.

You needed to leave that place.

Everything related to bob was a big trigger to you. You ran out the house and went to the garden, now you and bob were older.

“What the fuck is this place” you mutter to yourself walking closer to you and him. He was passed out but the edge of the pool and you were desperately trying to wake him up, your heart was racing just like that day. 

That place wasn’t right. “Take me out of here!” You yelled while looking around to some way out. you were believing you were about to die, started to run away, was when you slipped and fell somewhere else, when you heard the music you already knew where you were. 

You stay on the floor, staring the ground, defeated. Soon you would hear your and bob’s voice raising, the party he was getting numb, the last time you saw him.

“You’re killing yourself!” You yelled and he just stared you, numb, away and certainly traumatized, you never yelled or made any movement that could remind him of his dad until that day, you regretted that. “Sometimes I think you really want to make me suffer” the voice from the past you echoed and you groan still on the floor. Bob walked to the door and you shout “I hope you make it till 28 years old” the door slammed and you jump a bit scared, you look up to the mirror in front of you, was when you saw. Bob, the present bob, with the sam clothes his lid version used on the first memory, but that one was not a memory, he was staring a total black version of him. You got up and got into the mirror, a group of eyes stared you and you looked back, two women and three men were staring you confused, they were trapped, but you kept walking in his direction. 

Somehow his mind didn’t notice you were there, the black shadow hit him with a punch that made him crash on the floor crying while saying things like bob was always alone and he broke down, was when you crashed in front of him. 

The mysterious group of people ran to hold himhim and you called his name holding his face. “Bob darling” he shakes his head still with the eyes shut.

“Stop it! you’re not here!” He was crying

“Bob it’s me, open your eyes” after shaking his head and keep crying he looked up at you, the whole pace you were started to fade. 

“Babe” he said, lips trembling, was when the people let him go and he crashed on your arms, your fingers went directly on his locks and you hugged him back. his grip was almost letting you breathless. You were back on New York, on another street, very away from where you were. His cries stopped and he wasn’t hugging you anymore, he didn’t even had tears. The mysterious group was there and he was still closer to you, almost touching his arms on yours.

“What the fuck just happened?” You said but before someone answer it had an applause around, you were too confused to clap, was when you were presented accidentally as one of the new avengers by a woman called Valentina.

Bob promised he would explain everything later, you hope he does it.

[mmaurysiek]

so, about the newest short that centred around Loona (spoilers for it included)

she had found someone who felt safe, not immediately but as the day progressed — and allowed herself this fantasy of being accepted by a gentle parental figure, too;

and when the guy encouraged her to be herself, assured her that he'd like the real her — and so Loona unmasked (literally; with neurodivergence and stuff - it's often done way more figuratively) — only to get immediately and vehemently rejected for it.

which, Loona had a very relatable experience here, at least relatable for my comorbidly neurodivergent arse — sometimes generally good, likeable people get weirded out when they encounter something that they didn't predict about the other person. — often, they only got to see it in the first place because they had encouraged that other person to be vulnerable with them.

the classic "just be yourself! ...no, not like that!"

of course Loona feels hurt. she got coached into being vulnerable with the guy, and when she decided to take that leap — he literally screamed at her

I'm also glad that the guy wasn't otherwise shown to be a dick, because that mirrors some striking real life experiences too — genuinely friendly community-oriented people sometimes get scared when they encounter a difference for the first time, and that alone doesn't make them bad people — but it still hurts to be an exception to a person who seems to love / accept everyone but you.

[dystincts]

eunbi didn’t answer right away. instead, she looked down at the stem of her glass, fingers twisting it slowly between her thumb and index. it was such a tylio question — direct, impossible to answer cleanly, and yet she found herself grateful for it. because despite all the sleepless nights and press releases and bitter distance that followed their breakup, not once had either of them really asked that question out loud. ‘where did we go wrong’. as though they’d both been too proud to admit it ever had. now, sitting across from him with the weight of the city tucked behind glass, she could finally feel the question settling between them like dust on old furniture. something untouched until now. ❝ i think… ❞ she said slowly, choosing her words with uncharacteristic care, ❝ we made the mistake of thinking that loving each other meant we didn’t need anything else. ❞

she raised her eyes to him, expression unreadable for a moment, before softening into something almost apologetic. ❝ we didn’t really make space for the things that weren’t about work. or winning. or being the best. ❞ she let out a soft breath, leaning back in her seat, letting the wine blur the edges of her restraint. ❝ everything we built together was brilliant. efficient. clean. but our relationship became like that too. something scheduled. structured. contained. ❞ there was no resentment in her tone, only a deep, quiet tiredness. ❝ and the messier parts— the days when i was just tired, or needed affection for no reason, or wanted to talk about something stupid and unimportant… they started feeling like flaws in the system. ❞

her mouth twitched like she might smile, but it never quite happened. ❝ we optimized everything, tylio. except for the parts that made us human. ❞ it was a truth that had lived in her quietly for a long time, tucked between meeting agendas and investor decks. she had loved him — that wasn’t a question. and maybe she still did, in that old, stubborn way that had nothing to do with logic or strategy. but love had never been the problem. it had been everything else they’d refused to make room for. ❝ and i think we were both too proud to admit that we needed more. ❞ she looked at him again, this time without her usual armor. just two people who had once built an empire together and still remembered what it felt like to sit beside each other in the dark after the meetings ended.

❝ it’s not that i regret it… ❞ she added, her voice quieter now, as if something in her chest might shatter if she spoke too loud. ❝ we were good. so good, ty. we did things people dream about doing. and i don’t think any of it was fake. ❞ she finally reached for her wine, took a longer sip this time, and blinked once, slowly. ❝ but i think somewhere along the line, we forgot that relationships aren’t companies. they don’t scale. you can’t just pour in more hours and expect them to grow. ❞ she set the glass down, the clink of crystal against wood far too loud in the quiet. then, almost as an afterthought: ❝ but i still think about the candle. and the park. and the wine. ❞ she offered him a fragile smile. ❝ i think about that night a lot. ❞

eunbi let his compliment linger in the silence, like a note played too softly to echo but still heard. she didn’t smile, exactly, but the smallest shift in her expression gave her away — the way her eyes softened, the way her chin dipped ever so slightly before she caught herself. you did. two words, simple, but threaded with acknowledgment that came without bitterness. coming from him, it carried weight. tylio wasn’t the type to hand out praise without meaning it. and though she’d never say it aloud, hearing it from him now — in the quiet aftermath of everything they’d lost… stirred something vulnerable inside her. she took a slow sip from her glass, letting the wine coat her tongue, grounding herself with its warmth before responding. ❝ i had to prove to people that i wasn’t just the second name on a two name brand. ❞ she said, eyes not quite meeting his. ❝ that i was capable on my own. ❞ she paused, then added more softly: ❝ even if part of me missed having someone who could carry the weight with me. ❞

his answer didn’t surprise her, not really. tylio had always found comfort in the rhythm of work — and she understood that too well. but there was something about the way he described his team now. the bowling nights, the assistant eager to drag him out of his office… that made her chest tighten with something that felt dangerously close to sadness. she wondered if he’d ever actually gone bowling, or if he always found an excuse to stay behind, buried in spreadsheets and strategy sessions. ❝ i used to be jealous of people who could clock out at six. ❞ she admitted, tracing the rim of her glass with her fingertip. ❝ but now i think they might have it right. this obsession with staying late— it tricks you into thinking you’re building something that’ll last. ❞ she looked at him then, and for a moment, her expression was unguarded. ❝ but even foundations crack if you don’t stop long enough to check where the weight is falling. ❞

she smiled (genuinely this time) when he brought up the movie night. ❝ of course i remember heh. ❞ she said, her voice warmer now, touched by nostalgia. ❝ we fought for days about whether it was worth leaving the office early for a movie, and then we both ended up crying over it anyway. ❞ her laugh was small, but real. quiet and filled with that rare kind of shared memory that only people who truly lived together could understand. ❝ i still remember what we ate. that overpriced pasta place with the candle that wouldn’t stay lit. ❞ her eyes flicked back to him, and though she didn’t mention what came after. the stumbling, wine drowsy kisses, his hand beneath her blouse, the whispered laughter as they fumbled with keys at the door… it hung in the air between them, charged and unspoken. ❝ sometimes i think about that night and wonder if that’s when it all started slipping through the cracks. like we were trying to live a whole relationship in one evening. ❞

she went quiet after that, letting the words settle while the hum of city traffic filtered faintly through the closed windows. then, more carefully, she added: ❝ i leave early sometimes now. i try. i think about balance a lot. about what it even looks like. but the truth is, i’m still more comfortable here than anywhere else. even if it means eating dinner over my keyboard. ❞ she glanced at her wine, then at him, meeting his gaze with something that felt both resolute and open. ❝ being in this room with you again… it doesn’t feel like progress. but it doesn’t feel like surrender, either. it just… feels like we stopped pretending for a second. and honestly… ❞ she added, her voice lowering into something nearly intimate, ❝ that’s kind of a relief. ❞

[drowsydregon]

i can't wait to make my epix comeback (<<< has been sitting on like. 13 minifigure redesigns bc i still have abt. 11-13 more to do)

[ceramicbeetle]

Jay's hypocrisy is a little bit endearing to me ngl; he'll go on twitter to bitch about how much totheark stalking/filming him is causing life-ruining paranoia & then turn around and post video footage of himself stalking Alex for months and reading Tim's medical records out loud to an audience with seemingly no conscious thought connecting the two actions as The Same Thing

[commanderthalys]

*cocks gun* I’m going to kill Thalys

[teh-nos]

"are people not into that?" i ask, after posting my weird niche shit to the internet, despite knowing it to be weird niche shit.

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

questioning sexuality is so exhausting

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Something something about the 500 bee stings and the concept of cumulative effect.

Something something about the concept of the 500 bee stings being a metaphor for each member of the firefams trauma piles and the cumulative effect it can ultimately have on a person.

And also how were stronger together - bees working in collaboration to ‘take down a foe’ with 500 stings and the firefam having to work collectively to take down their own foe…

[adore-gregor]

Ooof

Looking at old posts, sometimes you just ask yourself what was I thinking 😅

[bendover-productions]

Sorry if you've already been informed of this, but in case you haven't, I just want you to know that Sam still has the teal pom pom hat! He said on the podcast that he misplaced it almost immediately and thought he had lost it, but that he found it in his bag once he got back!

NO!!! no one told me!!! 😭😭 thank you so much, that teal hat is incredibly important to me and i am delighted he still has it

^^^sam in that hat. to me tbh <3

[hermitsdump]

kind of amazing how you can spend 99% of your life forgetting about someone's existence and still have nightmares about them for... nearly 20 years at this point. it's been 10 years since seeing them. fucj