#[ooc.] technical difficulties; please stand by...

[anarchistkitten]

(( i know my husband said the south got hot but like wow, and its winter even ))

[obsoleteai]

((update: Apparently after having the account deleted by tumblr bc of it being flagged for anti-spam by accident (i was told it was fixed so it wouldnt be any longer so lets hope!!!) i apparently have the ability to have asks again! i can now see my ask box! no more dumb way of doing my asks! hopefully means i can comment now to!

EDIT: i can! i can comment again now to!! ))

[rebornai]

RULES

Dont godmode

IC =/= OOC

CANON, OCS, MULTIVERSE, OTHER FANDOMS, MULTIMUSE are very much welcome! i welcome them full heartedly! 

I want to stay out of drama if at all possible! thanks!

Im an adult- please dont follow me if youre under 18!

Lemme know if i miss a reply to you!

~ Hal is 26 and Mun is 25+!~

Discord (mutual only!) - ask!

~~ Navi!! ~~

[marshalforgotten]

💧 How often do you annoy the mun? And with what?

Muse Talks About... ME!?

"Oh, I ensure I drive her mad with various things. Sometimes it is merely with what I want to do, what I am capable of doing or telling her numerous facts about my long past that may never see the light of day~"

She's taken so much of my brain space. HEL-

[allseeingeldritch]

Tag placing

(( Tumblr kills my image quality bc i gotta shrink them, /cries ))

[ironic-director]

(( i swear one of these days i'll actually update d's pages ))

[bloodystrider]

(( Please note - @yandere-hax is the new Roxy for this timeline!! anything involving the old Roxy has been completely wiped! ))

[purplesstars]

RULES

~ please LIKE this post if you've read my rules! no biggy if you dont tho!

~~ NAVI ~~

Dont Godmode -

IC =/= OOC -

If you have issues with me, TALK TO ME, my DM's are open and if asked i will give you my discord! I am very shy but not mean! I WANT to make things better!!! -

CANON, OCS, MULTIVERSE, MULTIMUSE, OTHER FANDOMS, ALL ARE WELCOME AND LOVED HERE -

Keep me outta ooc drama that doesnt involve me, Dove stays outta drama that is not involved in the yandere TL or doesnt involve him. -

I may act very excitable but i am still an ADULT, please dont follow if you are under 18 -

Yes, Nollos is autistic, MUN is autistic, if you have an issue with that please dont follow!!! -

i SHIP based on OOC communication!!! our muses hitting it off? want to make it official? send a message! i LOVE shipping! muses still MUST have chemistry! as well as i do not accept forced shipping! one sided is fine!! as long as its accepted that my muse may not feel the same! -

I can and will update my rules as needed. Also ooc hate will get you blocked and dropped from my life, as well as Anons turned off bc we're all adults here and can TALK like one. -

~ Dove is 21 and Mun is 25+! - Mun goes by Lunar and uses HE/THEY/IT pronouns

~ Discord - ask!

[snowinglilys]

(( FINALY let me post Im not dead im just very tired and took a very long break from everything so i could focus on my mental health which is going great! im on meds and better than before! so please if you’d like to get back into contact or even if you’re willing to give rping with me another shot i have a new oc blog ima try to start being on and if it goes well ill bring this one back to!

check me out at @cinnabunkitty​ which is a new oc ~Eevee ))

[lefae]

Lovely... So, xkit rewritten is pretty much necessary for me as it makes tumblr much more easier to use with chronic fatigue when there's the quick reblog and quick tags thing. But on 2 of my 5 blogs, those two expansions to it aren't working properly, yet they are on the other 3, so I have no idea if it's an xkit issue, a tumblr issue, or some weird localized issue...

Given I have the same browser setup across each dashboard (I use multiple profiles to have them open simultaneously), it shouldn't be local, but when it comes to pc's, in my experience, just because it shouldn't be doesn't mean it isn't. I need to reboot my pc anyway, so I'll start there, since toggling all the xkit features off to see if one was conflicting with others didn't do anything except to narrow it down to potentially quick reblogs being the issue.

EDIT: It sorted itself out with the reboot (which needed done anyway, so that's no big deal), so at least things are working as intended again. No idea why it only glitched out on only some of the dashes and not all of them, but eh, whatever. So long as it works, I don't really care that much.

[anarchistkitten]

((After not having internet since the 12th of last month and the first tech not fixing the problem, and than not able to get anyone out bc of he hurricane trying to hit us but failed, we connected to a super sweet tech who was able to fix our internet over the phone so im finally returned! ))

[theponydins]

Why is the smol green colt adorkable?

Pigeon Catcher: I’m not cute

Pigeon Catcher: I’m manly as hell

[rebornai]

(( I FINALLY got my hecking email for @bloodystrider back so expect follows very slowly bc everyone i follow is great!

I am currently making another Hal blog for my like best friends tl so things are slow! ))

[starkastichotmess]

Well, that was fun. (/sarcasm)

But at least now my account's back to normal. So that's a good thing.

And now: coffee. I need it. Desperately.

[flowersxdeath-blog]

Mat, s.exting:

-“hey baby do you like bees” -“They’re dying at an alarming rate.”

[tofuiharbinger]

Tales of Mama Tofu - The Wrath of the Mini-Creator

AU: Mama Tofu, Genshin Impact Cult

Genre: Crack, fluff. 

Word Count: 1,067 words.

WARNING: Possible OOC, subtle cult themes, gender neutral reader, dramatic narration, first post on Tumblr. 

Description: The Creator seems to be particularly fond of the ex-geo archon. However, the Mini-Creator, their child, isn’t too happy about that…

Misc: Interaction appreciated! (But please do not disclose my existence to Shiro)

Based on a true story…

-Five Stages of Grief-

Act I: Denial

“What? You like him?” The Mini-Creator squeaks, voice becoming unusually high and mouse-like. Their mother rested comfortably on an armchair next to them, a tiny smirk present on her honest features. 

“Yes, I like evil men.” She answered, angling her head proudly and leaning back. But the Mini-Creator would have none of it. Scrambling for their collection of photos in their back pocket, they hastily flipped through the different faces until Arataki Itto peeked out. 

“You said you liked him too, and he isn’t evil!” They argued, nearly shoving the character card into the Creator’s face. “Why is he so different!?”

“This guy’s too outgoing. Too… energetic.” Their mother states, cringing back. “I like the other one better. Come on, shall we visit him?”

“...” 

Act II: Anger

Several minutes later, the Mini-Creator found themselves seated across the seasoned (pun intended) chef herself, Xiangling. Close by, Guoba skipped around them in contentment, occasionally leaping onto the table for a nibble of the Mini-Creator’s meal. Much to the displeasure of his foodie friend. 

“Vengeance will be mine.” They seethe, growling at the last syllable. “I shall stake my claim on every other male character there is. Heizou, Albedo, Xia-”

“You called?”

“EEK!”

-Technical difficulties, please stand by-

“SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO CLAIM THAT DILUC WAS UGLY!” The Mini-Creator shouted, arms falling to their sides in exasperation. “And Kaeya’s voice is ‘not bad’? WHAT IS SHE ON ABOUT? HIS VOICE IS IMMACULATE, MIND YOU!” 

Guoba reappeared in front of their legs, tilting his head with worry and patting their thighs with his stubby hands. The Mini-Creator scoffed and shifted their gaze away, though their reciprocating motions would say otherwise about their agitation. Meanwhile, Xiangling fidgeted awkwardly. 

“Um… Your Grace… n-not to interrupt, but… your stew is going cold…”

Act III: Bargaining 

“But he’s broke!” The Mini-Creator cried out, abruptly interrupting a cuddle session between their mother and an unsuspecting pyro slime. 

“Then I’ll be the breadwinner.” She returned unfazed, delicately petting the ball of warmth in her arms. It melted (pun intended) and cooed with delight at her touch. 

“But he works at a funeral parlor!” Her child squeaked out, voice becoming unsteady under the gravity of her will. Perhaps it was beginning to settle how the Creator’s divine favor could never waver so easily.

“I can live with that.” She winked out, giggling amusedly at the Mini-Creator’s escalating exasperation. ‘They’ll survive with a minor rejection.’ She mused to herself. ‘It’s better to be humbled every once in a while.’ 

“BUT HE’S THE GOD OF WAR!” The Mini-Creator persisted, now ascending into a choked yelp at their parent’s unfaltering demeanor. 

‘Wait, no! I shouldn’t have said that! Mom likes evil men-’ 

“Then, he’s precisely my type.” She grinned, bouncing a bit in her chair for emphasis. It was apparent now how the word ‘checkmate’ seemed to shamelessly vibrate off of her being. 

“...” Defeated in their final battle, the Mini-Creator had nothing left to say. They instead marched hurriedly away from the lounge area, leaving their mother heartily laughing. 

Act IV: Depression

The Mini-Creator was practically swallowed by the walls of their bedroom, invisible tears bleeding from their bruised ego heart. They curled up into themselves on the silk sheets, whining and whimpering like a wounded kitten. Although the lavish furniture did nothing to comfort them, their swiftly summoned visitors did. 

“It’ll be alright, Your Grace…” Barbara softly massaged their back, wishing her powers could heal whatever was upsetting them so much. But there was little that could be done; the Mini-Creator wouldn’t divulge their troubles to anyone. A sense of helplessness infected her kind face, frantically wondering what it was about her that deemed her untrustworthy. She could definitely be of assistance! If only-

An elegant knock sounded from the door, not too noisy yet not too lax. After a short “enter,” from Barbara, a familiar maid stepped into the room. In her balanced grasp was a comically oversized bucket of ice-cream, a well beloved treat of the Mini-Creator. Barbara momentarily left their side to close the door while Noelle approached the crestfallen god. 

“Your Grace, I’ve brought- eep!” Before the wondermaid could finish her greeting, she was hastily snatched into the Mini-Creator’s haphazard embrace. Both she and Barbara were internally thankful that the container was sealed tighter than an iron knot. No spills to tidy up and no sullied Mini-Creator to worsen their condition. 

“WAAAAAAAAAAH!” They wailed, clinging onto Noelle as if she were their favorite stuffed animal. The maid felt a slight munch on her hair, much to everyone's alarm. In the midst of their dazed senses, the poor Mini-Creator couldn’t differentiate between Noelle’s pale locks and their precious vanilla ice-cream. 

“U-Uh…” Noelle shifted uncomfortably. “Your Grace…?”

It was truly an honor to be held so dearly in the Mini-Creator’s time of distress, yet there was no rebuking how… unusual(?) the situation was. Noelle was accustomed to cleaning, cooking, sewing, and a myriad of other tasks. Just not whatever was happening here. Green eyes wandered to Barbara for aid. A sensible choice, if it weren’t for the equally dumbfounded deaconess. 

Act V: Acceptance Vengeance 

“THAT’S IT!” The Mini-Creator combusted, leaping off of the mattress and seemingly exorcising themselves of their grief. “NOELLE!”

“Yes, Your Grace-”

“MY MOTHER MAY BE THE CREATOR.” They began, firmly grabbing Noelle by her sleeve. “BUT YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO DO? BUILD CHARACTERS.” 

“ONWARDS, NOELLE!” The Mini-Creator declared, yanking her out of the door and into the empty hallway. “I SHALL CONSTRUCT A SHIELD STRONG ENOUGH TO ANNIHILATE A GOD!”

“Oh, and Barbara?” They paused, bashfully shuffling back towards the befuddled blonde. “You may help yourself, as a reward.” The Mini-Creator gestured to the forgotten ice-cream with a polite smile. “See you!” 

Despite her steadfast and caring nature, the Creator was exactly as her name suggested; a creator. Both to the stunning sceneries of Teyvat, and to her precious little one, the Mini-Creator. Thus, it would be almost surreal for any of her acolytes to see her now, startled and silent as she gaped at the sight passing by; tea effectively ignored and eyebrows shooting up. It was her precious little one, lugging her most reliable helper around like a claymore out of the house and to who-knows-where-because-the-Creator-certainly-doesn’t. 

“VENGEANCE WILL BE MINE!” They screech, followed by imperceptible rumbles across the mansion’s courtyard. 

(Fun Fact: Everything occurs without Zhongli’s knowledge.)