#ALSO I AM. SO MAD AT NEOCITIES

[p0ppys33dmuff1n]

Hii will you give us your Psychocuties headcannons? I must know! - @psychokyutie

Sure! This isn't a complete list (because, like a fool, I don't write shit down fjsjjs </3) but here's what I can remember!

Masacrik:

His tights are compression tights! I'll have to look a bit more into POTS but basically I wanna headcanon him with that

He's bisexual with a pathetic homophobic aura

^ from this ehehe

His life can be summed up as "and now I've found I've grown into a tall child" and he despises it

Probably has a lot of self hatred issues ngl

He gets incredibly irritated under harsh lights like the one in his lab or in hospitals, but doesn't realize and just thinks he's entering his "mad scientist mode" when he's under them hsjshdjdh

To build off the canon "doesn't know how to adult and take care of himself and ushka" he refuses to actively learn because not only is it disinteresting, but it's incredibly embarrassing for him that he doesn't know things that his peers already know.

Episode two basically confirmed this one hskshsk but he ofc sings songs at ushka like any pet owner does. Has at least one song that calls her a Franken-kitten

He sometimes contemplates making ushka a friend, but he's so jealous and possessive (and afraid of losing her affections) that he swats the idea away.

^ a lot of his self worth lies in being perceived as this intelligent person who's above others (think how people often perceive Tamakuz as this all-knowing, mysterious person who makes things for their favorite show rather than a person sharing her personal project with the internet). In reality, he struggles to appear suave and cool like he'd like, often stumbling over his words, so he'll push ushka away in hopes she'll see him as such rather than just her owner (and it kinda works! But he's also not the best at the manipulation tactics that require this, certainly not as good as some other characters probably are)

Rakes his nails up and down his flesh when he's irritated or anxious

Ushka:

She tries to perch like a cat, but due to poor balance slips off of whatever she perches on more often than not

Her entire self worth relies on masacrik, so in the early days of her revival she followed him around a lot and mewled for attention. As it became clear though that he'd only give attention when he felt like it, she retreated into her own imaginary world that he has to snap her out of

She seeks out a lot more items than just masacrik's jacket to smell. I imagine she observes him very carefully when he's around the house, and grabs little things from him to put in a stash she has behind the couch. Masacrik isn't aware of the stash because he doesn't clean, but he's definitely noticed ushka nabbing some of his things.

Picks at her stitches, usually when she's anxious, but sometimes just so masacrik will fix her and touch her

Just. Longs for masacrik in both horny and non-horny ways. She wants his touch so bad, whether to get her off or to just show her that she's loved and desired. (But like masacrik's afraid of intimacy so sucks for her <//3)

Strawberry:

I don't have much for her yet, but I think she'd be a css wizard. Girlypop would love using stuff like neocities (but she'd probably hate the current state of the internet, but who doesn't). She'd probably have some really cool site skins for ao3 and her spacehey would be so awesome

There's fashion places around the city that she frequents and has made lots of friends in those places. I imagine she's picked up a lot of gay slang and aave from her friends at these places, and in turn uses them in her everyday vocabulary. Some of which has probably seeped into buttercup's and masacrik's vocabulary now hsjsjs

Buttercup:

The barbie movie exists in this universe just so he can kin Ken, and he's worn his "I am Kenough" hoodie to his job at least once hsjsbdjbd

In his obsession to appear normal, he places masacrik as the peak idea of abnormal, not realizing a lot of his behavior can still come off as strange and weird. Just in a different way than masacrik because of their different motives

Wolf man:

Assuming he's masacrik's father

Probably owns masacrik's and ushka's home, or at least some of the furniture in the home came from him (there's a chest with wolves on it at the end of episode 1)

Even though masacrik hates him he keeps finding ways to infiltrate his son's life

Views masacrik as an object that he owns rather than a person (I imagine it's similar with masacrik's mom)

I think that's all I've got for now. Thank you for asking!

[Grimm made this post. Please use vae/vaer pronouns.]

[werecoyotl]

Some 21yo werecoyote dude from the midwest

Continue ? . . .

. . . Great ! Welcome !

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Coyote / Alyx ⸻ fandom names are fun too

Intersex maverique//agenderfluid ... !! it/they + he/him .... extra stuff pronouns.cc

!! Aroace butch lesbian ... polyam 2x <3

Koyanthropic shifter ┆ Werecoyote ☉∇

Robotkin + Viruskin ┆ disassembly drone

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⸻ Hello !! This is just a blog for some bored punk dude on the internet who's just here to have a time. Reblogs a whole lot but occasional ramblings and madness. I usually am fandom focused but I like to rb other little things like graphics n the such

Metalhead n' Basshead 🤟 big into edm, black metal, metal step, punk, techno, etc etc . Raver !

⸻ Fandoms you'll likely see around;

Murder Drones , Ena , Some object media (primarily II, TNM, One, and Objectified) , TMA , Homestuck , Psychopomp , TADC , Deltarune , Undertale , Creepypasta , etc ;; some music I happen to really like ⸻⸻ I have a special interest in meteorology, coyotes, and alterhumanity as a whole ;; bugs , liminal spaces , topology , queerness (esp sapphic history) , and different kinds of aesthetics are spins of mine

FEEL FREE TO TAG ME IN STUFF OR SPAM I DO NOT MIND 🔥 Also feel free to use the replies like a guestbook, say something have fun we love that here

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Side Blogs ;

@werevyote → alterhumanity focused

@carrionthropic → aesthetic / image hoarding focus

@coyote-xing → osc fixation blog to avoid spamming main with those silly objects

Probably more will be added depends :3

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Other Links !!

general neocities ┆ alt.human neocities

free palestine ┆ daily clicks

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⸻ Basic tag system ; #vyote art , tag for rare art I drop ; ; #vyote graphics , any graphics I create ; ; #vyote yapping , me yapping ab anything ; ; #[media here] ; ; #[ship here] ; ; #coyote positing , literally anything related to coyotes ; ; might update in the future !!

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⸻ No real DNI, I know they typically do not work so I just block easily 🫶

We are a system however that is more or less irrelevant and I for the most part only use singular nouns to refer to us. However, close friends are free to ask about !! We/I don't participate in syscourse or care about it, keep it off my blog if system discussion is ever brought up ty ... this includes queer discourse - I don't care nor will entertain as long as long their identity isn't hurting themselves or another tyvm. Be rad be cool be punk and loving

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top graphic by me ... cable divider credit

[thisismycorneroftheinternet]

Regina And Her Friends - Digital drawing

I took so long to do the outline of this drawing, as in, over an year of incremental drawing. And then colored it all in a couple of days. I guess that shows the difference of ability in my lineart and coloring and lighting skills.

I have created all the assets used in this, save for the glowing orbs (that are part of the standard paintbrush set in GIMP) and the sparkling stars on the background (that are from a royalty-free stamp image). TBH I am a bit mad at how poorly I can do use the warping/liquefying tool, although this is the first time I used it in major scale.

Also, I have to say, I hate how much time I had to spend correcting and blurring edges because my selection tools are too sharp and create weird areas of transparency in between colors. I have to figure this stuff out eventually.

Anyhoo, here's Regina in all of her full glory!

drawn in GIMP, all characters are mine.

If you're seeking commissions from me, here's my page. Also, support me on Ko-fi here! Lastly, check out my deviantArt gallery and my Neocities website to see more of my work.

[slaughtert1me]

I feel like I should make a pinned post for information and stuff! :o)

You can call me Slaughter , I made this blog for fun and mainly because I want to create stuff for the Madness Combat community mainly for website stuff like rentries and neocities yada yada.. but of course I also allow other fandoms to request stuff xo)

At the moment I mainly stamp stuff, but!! I can also try making blinkies, buttons, graphics, stimboards and moodboards! Just letting you know it may not be the best products but I am willing to learn and gain experience for making them, so requests are very much welcome!!! :;(∩´﹏`∩);:

What is allowed?

Want a character to be stamped? Request it! Want your favorite ship? Whether it be a rare pair, mirrorship or yumeship/selfship? Go ahead and request it!! I very much encourage cringe stuff here, this is tumblr bebe ( ＾∀＾)

Kinds of requests I will not accept is just any kind of bigotry or hatred against any marginalized community, like racism, homophobia, sexism etc. (slurs are allowed, but only those which the blog owner can reclaim, fuck around and find out ?.?)

Suggestive stuff will also be allowed but not straight up porn, please there’s minors who interact with my posts so I will be tagging any suggestive post with #suggestive so I beg kids to find the tag filter thingy and put that there σ(^_^;)

[aromanticyaoi]

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oops i'm doing it again

brief introduction:

⚡ peer, 21 y.o., any pronouns, native russian speaker who knows english at an advanced and japanese at a lower-intermediate level

⚙️ agender, loveless aroace, aplatonic, voidpunk, somewhat robotkin

📝 you can see my art on my art blog @peerkartosh. you can also try visiting my neocities blog.

under the cut will be a longer introduction with tags, rules, and boundaries. 🔌💻

hey there and welcome to my blog. this is my main, where i post often-unfiltered thoughts and reblog a lot of stuff i find cool.

i often mass draft reblogs. i don't trust the queue because of my dumb paranoia. sorry for mass reblogging your posts out of the blue if you don't like that.

my interests can be guessed from the most popular tags on my blog. generally speaking i like indie games! my favorites include MINDHACK, rain world, shovel knight, hyper light drifter, nuclear throne, and some others. i also admin a MINDHACK fan discord and you can message me if you are interested in joining it.

my personal musings tag is #пир мысли and i often post vents under the same tag. i am very mentally ill (i suspect i might have bpd/ocd/c-ptsd) and this affects the way i speak about myself and others, more specifically i can have drastic mood swings and talk down on myself a lot. if you are uncomfortable with it i suggest blocking the tag.

my tag #void time is a catch-all for queer stuff, most of the time it's aro stuff but sometimes it's also about amatonormativity, relationship anarchy, being voidpunk, transness, or aceness. it is not an aroace tag. the name comes from all of my identities being a lack of something, so 'void'.

i try to tag flashing lights, gore, and certain triggering topics such as suicide. however, i do not tag nsfw language/art.

you can message me here or on discord (my username there is the same as my art blog's url) if you wanna chat, but don't expect us to become besties; i like talking to people sometimes but i'm not good at keeping relationships up. i would very much appreciate it if you didn't consider me a friend just because we are mutuals/chat sometimes either. i don't mind friendship but i prefer it being established with me instead of assumed. ok?

I AM ROMANCE REPULSED!! I DON'T LIKE ROMANCE AND/OR FLUFFY LOVEY DOVEY STUFF!!! I DON'T LIKE SHIPPING EITHER!!! I KNOW I AM NAMED AROMANTICYAOI BUT IT'S AROMANTIC FOR A REASON

i am also sex indifferent and plato ambivalent

also i think it's obvious but i am very aspec and i support other aspec people and if you bring up any aspec discourse i will blow you up with my mind

if you get mad at any of my posts please do not assume the worst about what i said. in general do not assume anything about me unless i stated something directly. that's it 👍👍

[ender--slime]

would you ever consider a newsletter or even patreon for staying up to date on your merch?

I AM WORKING ON A WEBSITE! coding it and hosting on neocities!!! and im also working on a kofi monthly support thing with behind the scenes stuff and. merch previews of upcoming things, etc (as an alternative to a patreon cuz i don’t like patreon and i already use kofi for commissions)!!

along with the kofi, my website will have a news and updates page for each specific project i do that you could check every month for specific updates! the website is actually. basically done but it’s not at all optimized for Chrome (only firefox) and the news and updates page is specifically one of the ones that doesn’t work ;-; but i’m working on it!! this is the last thing i need to do before i can show off the website!

so! once the website works properly for EVERYBODY, i’ll make new detailed pinned posts, update all my links to the spunky website instead of my dinky carrd, and then start my monthly kofi thing! this will hopefully be like. early march! :)

and then i will lock in on posting about the things i make more often instead of reblogging miss piggy fanart and getting mad about hstwt drama !! sorry. ON TOP of reblogging miss piggy fanart. im not gonna stop doing that. the getting mad part i will stop doing tho

[toyotacorrola]

The first official chapter of "Radio Static" is now out!!

Chapter Summary: "Ingo disappears. Emmet has always been a man of fact. There is a terrible truth that he can't deny, no matter how much he wants to."

Chapter Word Count: 2,076

Links: ff.net | neocities

Also available to read below the cut:

The twin Subway Bosses of Nimbasa had always been close, as far as they could remember. This was common knowledge, and natural enough, considering they were twins.

Sometimes, though, it was... strange. Something beyond simple closeness. Like something that ran deeper than logic could explain, like something beyond familiarity connected them.

Most, though, never got close enough to find this out, or simply tried not to think too hard about it. It was better to just dismiss it as a side effect of being together so often for so long than drive themselves mad trying to come up with a proper explanation.

It made itself difficult to ignore, though, when Ingo disappeared.

All around the platform, heads had turned at the sound of a clipboard clattering to the floor. Emmet had looked as though he hadn't even noticed, preoccupied by something else entirely. His eyes were wide, his brows furrowed tight, and all the blood had drained from his face. He almost looked ready to pass out.

The agent that had come to ask him about the schedule tried in vain to get back his attention as he glanced about frantically, as if searching for something; no one could have guessed what. He scrubbed a hand down his face, like he had a headache coming on.

When he finally acknowledged Cloud, it wasn't to answer any of their questions, but rather, to ask one of his own.

“...Something is wrong. I am Emmet. Where is Ingo?“

Before they could even think to answer him through their perplexion, Cameron had jogged up to the pair, looking frazzled.

”There you are, Boss! I've been looking everywhere for-“ she began, then stopped, and looked around the platform, her brown curls swaying as her head turned. ”He's not with you, either?“ she asked.

It wasn't long before they realized that Ingo was nowhere to be found. His belongings and his pokeballs all laid in the tunnels, discarded, with no sign of where their owner had gone.

Cloud later realized that, in all of the panic and confusion, they never found out just how it was that Emmet had known.

-

It had been a remarkably slow day, seemingly dragging itself on towards nothing in particular. He had very few challengers make it to his car, and those that did seemingly did so on a fluke, not giving him much, if any, challenge at all.

The only remotely interesting thing to happen that day was when he and Ingo had gone into the tunnels to check for something strange an agent had allegedly seen on one of the security cameras. Emmet had had to leave, though, to wait at the platform before they had found out what it had been. He suspected that the answer wouldn’t be very interesting, anyway; probably just a Pokemon that had gotten separated from its trainer, or somesuch.

Other than that, though, nothing seemed to be very much out of the ordinary. Emmet wasn't sure whether this was a good thing or not. He was bone tired from the monotony of the day, but “interesting” seldom went with “good,” at least in their business. 

He had, for once, wanted nothing more than to just end the day and go home. He and Ingo loved their jobs, so usually, neither of them much minded the long hours. That day, though, he couldn’t think about much other than having a nice, quiet evening home with his brother. 

As he waited at the platform for the train to arrive, he thought of a loose plan for what they would do that night. They could make dinner together, and maybe sit on the couch and watch a movie before retiring for the night. 

Just thinking about that made him aware of how his back ached. Ugh. He bent backwards, hands resting where his back curved, and heard several loud pops. As he straightened back up, he didn’t really feel much better. If Ingo were there, he’d have chastised him for it; he’d always hated that habit of his.

Emmet didn’t believe in bad days, so long as he had his brother with him. Every day is what you make of it, as Ingo would say. But today was really pushing it. He was hoping the last few hours, despite how tired he would still be, would make it so the day ended on a high note, at least.

Suddenly, Emmet froze, and felt the blood drain from his face.

Something was wrong. Something was missing. 

He blinked, and tried to focus, but nothing changed. The constant, warm presence in his mind that he was used to was just… gone. It had been there, just a moment ago, and all at once, it was gone.

All of his fatigue had frozen solid into dread in a single instant.

He hardly had a single coherent thought as his ears began to ring louder, and everything seemed to stop all at once. His heart, his breathing, everything around him, and...

And...

Where was Ingo?

He couldn't hear him, he couldn't feel him, he couldn't...

He tried to reach through, or to just feel that he was there; pulled away, for some reason, but there. Something must be wrong, but they would work through it. He’d yell at Ingo for it, he’d sound angry, even though he was really just scared. He’d apologize, and Ingo would apologize, too, and then tell him what was wrong so he could help. Surely.

But he tried and tried, all to no avail. There was nothing.

Nothing at all.

Not even a wall keeping him out.

He looked around, knowing he'd see nothing, as Ingo hadn’t been anywhere near him before, but not knowing what else to do. His heart thundered painfully in his chest, and he felt his breathing come back, stuttering and quick. That chilly dread had now turned into a fiery panic, scorching his mind and burning under his skin. 

Where was Ingo? Was he alright? What had happened?

Why couldn't he hear him?

Someone was calling for him, and had been for a while. His mind had filtered it with the rest of the noise around them, as his fear had stolen all of his awareness of his surroundings and turned it all into a blurred mass of stimuli he couldn’t process. 

As their voice came back into focus, emerging from the haze everything had set itself into, so did everything else. The layers of chatter all around them, the rumbling of the trains in the distance, the blazing lights overhead, the fabric rubbing against his skin. He felt himself begin to sweat, despite how cold the station tended to be.

It had been fine only moments ago, but it all seemed to slam into him like a bullet train as he tried and failed to listen to what the agent was saying to him. He brought a hand to his face to stave off the headache as it came back with a vengeance, feeling like a shot straight through his brain.

Focus, focus, you just need to find him. You’ll find him, and he’ll be okay, and this can all go away.

Try as he might have, though, panic threatened to overtake him with every breath. Everything seemed to pass in a jumbled blur of sound and color.

He was fairly sure he had asked the agent where Ingo was, but hadn't gotten an answer. Another agent had come, also looking for his brother, seeming both exasperated and worried. His own worry had only gotten worse, with that. 

All around the station, everything came to halt. A search began, yielding no results. The only thing they had managed to find had been Ingo's belt, without any other sign of him anywhere, or where he might have gone. Emmet’s stomach had felt as though it was filled with cement, when the news made its way to him.

Everything was completely off-track, in every sense. A great number of passengers were delayed, or had to find another way to travel entirely. Normally, Emmet would be appalled at this, would focus all of his energy on solving the problem and ensuring it never happened again. But it was the least of his worries at the time. 

He sat with his head in his hands, the odd silence of the barren station around him somehow worse than all of the noise from before. He felt awful not doing anything, but there wasn’t much more that could be done, not by him at least. His agents had insisted he take a break, saying he didn’t look well. He’d never been more grateful for them and how hard they all worked than he was that day, but it still frustrated him.

He knew, though, that he couldn’t be much help in the state he was in. He did his best to calm down, but his stress and his worry kept mounting up, paralyzing him, making him feel sicker and sicker.

With every minute more that they couldn't find him, the grim reality came into sharper and sharper focus.

Ingo had vanished.

Generally, Emmet was able to keep an even head in stressful situations. It was what made him and Ingo such a great team. Ingo would identify the problem, what needed to be fixed, what they had to get done, and would make sure they didn’t get off track. Emmet would think about the facts, about what he could do, and find a way to solve the problem, step by step. 

He feared, though, that this was a problem that he couldn't solve. His eyes burned, and nausea swirled in his gut and made itself at home.

But, for the sake of routine, he would follow his usual tracks. Maybe, at the least, it would help him calm down, and think about the situation more objectively.

What were the facts?

First and foremost, Ingo was gone. Vanished into thin air.

Secondly, there wasn't the slightest hint of where he could have gone. No blood, no damage to the area, nothing helpful on the security cameras. Nothing.

Thirdly, whatever had happened, it had been instantaneous. One moment, Ingo had been there, doing his job, and lingering in the back of Emmet's mind like always. The next, he had simply been gone, as though he had never been there in the first place.

The thought made his nausea sharply worsen, and he really thought for a moment that he’d be sick all over the floor.

While they searched, Emmet felt that it was of no use. They thought that if they kept looking, they’d find something. But he already knew that wasn’t going to happen.

And he did appreciate it. He appreciated that so many people cared about his brother. He appreciated that they all wanted him to come home safe. He appreciated all of their help. He really did.

But they didn't have all of the facts. They didn't know what he knew.

While Ingo and Emmet may have looked nearly identical on the outside, they were very different on the inside.

Ingo was always idealistic. He always saw the good in people, and the light in even the darkest of situations. He believed that, even if it turns out to be wrong, hoping for the best scenario can help you get through even the darkest of times.

Emmet believed in the truth, in fact. He believed that, while every alternative was worth exploring, the most likely outcome usually wasn't the one you wanted. No matter how much he didn't want it to be true, it was better to think of the worst outcome as the one you would get.

After all, disappointment hurts less when you're expecting it.

Ingo was gone. Emmet was certain that he was not coming back.

He didn't want it to be true. He wanted so badly to hope with everyone else, to be able to search and believe that he'd find anything.

But he had felt it. Ingo had gone in less than a second. There was no shock, no pain, no nothing.

He was at least comforted by the idea that it had been quick. Whoever or whatever had taken his brother from him was at least a bit merciful.

So, while everyone else prayed for Ingo's return, while they told Emmet not to give up hope and assured him that his brother would come home eventually, he knew the truth.

Ingo was dead.

[dualiti-real]

OC-tober Day 5: Relationships

I was going to do a chart but I have too many characters and I haven't introduced them all yet so instead I'll take this as an opportunity to introduce two OCs at once, my two absolutely terrible guys, Laurel and his husband Faust!

(warning for brief mentions of mind control in the context of Laurels powers, lemme know if there's anything else in here anyone would want a warning about that I missed)

Laurel is the closest thing Dualiti really has to a villain, as mentioned in his neocities blurb. but due to Dualiti's very static state of being, he's mostly been bothering the same places and people for the last 1000 years, the only thing changing being who's being sent to fight him. either way, he is extremely content with the status quo he's in, where he has a lot of control in his little bubble and can do basically whatever he feels like. He and Vex have a very complicated rivalry, but that's a whole different quadrant- *I AM IMMEDIATELY DRAGGED OFFSTAGE BY SECURITY*

His husband is Faust, a mad scientist who is the absolute worst. just about everyone who meets him is immediately repulsed by his personality, which is "I am smarter than everyone else and anyone who claims otherwise is stupid and wrong, even when I am actively failing at something". somehow, though, Laurel is absolutely charmed by his cringefail demeanor. it also helps that Faust is equally head over heels for him. they are both completely terrible but I guess somehow they cancel eachother out, so that's nice? I'm glad they managed to find eachother.

Laurel Fun Facts:

Though Laurel looks like just a really tall elf, (he is 7'6". elves in the universe of Dualiti do not get that tall ever.) he's actually a sentient magical organism that is puppeting a corpse to function as his main body. that organism is the slime, which manifests on his body as the hair coming from his head.

when Laurel (the magic organism) consumes matter, it produces more slime, which can be used as structures, weapons, and as means of controlling others.

He can make hunters by basically infecting people with himself, (someone ingests the slime, it gets into an injury, ect.) and puppeting them from the inside. once he's infected someone, they're basically already on his network, and he can step into the controls any time. (you know, like vris- *I am once again dragged offstage*) he doesn't use it a lot unless he has to, though. he likes the challenge of convincing people to work for him.

(also just to get it out there because I mentioned Laurels powers and I want to make it clear that, no, Faust isn't being mind controlled or anything. he just encountered someone who actually genuinely liked him and went full Gomez Addams about it)

He is very much inspired by my love of classic disney villains. always love a character who is awful and is having so much fun with it. Shoutout to my girl Maleficent she inspired SO much about Laurel without me even realizing it.

as mentioned, he and vex have sort of a weird rival thing going on. do they hate eachother? are they best friends? something else? fucking. I don't know man.

(shout out to Hark a Vagrant by Kate Beaton for the reference)

you can tell thats old art because laurel doesn't have his cape yet. anyway, now we're moving on to

Faust Fun Facts:

Faust is very much inspired by characters like Doctor Robotnik, or Berdly of Deltarune. basically characters that are very confident in being super smart even when they probably aren't actually.

this isn't to say he's bad at what he does, he's really good at making robots and doomsday devices and the like- he's just bad at realizing that maybe he shouldn't keep putting in the function for them to explode randomly or at the slightest interference. high intelligence, fucking AWFUL wisdom.

He and Laurel met when Faust accidentally crashed his egg-mobile type thing into Laurels mansion and DIRECTLY onto the table Laurel was having tea at.

it's honestly a miracle Laurel thought he was funny and didn't end up killing him.

Faust does smoke, even though as a hunter/undead he doesn't really like, get any of what you would get from a cigarette. old habits die hard. (maybe he just likes the taste.)

as mentioned he is absolutely hopeless over Laurel. Laurel could literally do anything and Faust would think it was great. thankfully Laurel likes him just as much right back, which means that Faust can fuck up his evil schemes as much as possible and Laurel will not even care. he loves his silly little idiot so much.

[valravn72]

Finally going to make one of these because I have been pushing this back for too long, sorry about the shit formatting

You can call me Crow or Val (/vɑl/). My pronouns are they/it and wire/wires/wired/wiredself as well as wyre/wyres/wyred/wyredself.

I’m a White nonreligious Jew tme nonbinary transwhatever and an autistic creechur with primarily obsessive compulsive disorder, hEDS, fibromyalgia, POTS, adhd, dpdr and an essential tremor. I am full of the problems but I have 100 swag. My neck hurts.

I’m also a digital artist and I’m into coding but I am self conscious so posts of my work might be rare/nonexistent.

I’M NOT A MINOR ANYMORE SORRY FOR FORGETTING TO DELETE THAT FOR SO LONG LOL

Main interests and post subjects:

MY BRAIN JUST INSTALLED THE YUGIOH AUTISM UPDATE LETS GO

Crip theory

Vocaloid/V Synth/UTAU music (pafl, thab, tptm, Endless Empty Dream, etc.)

Splatoon

Kingdom Hearts (be patient I have this autism so ancient in me /ref)

YNFGs (shout out to ynoproject.net)

Ludonarratives and games in general

Magical girls

Digital art

Web nostalgia, old new media, indie webdev stuff

Sonic / Sonic idw

Houseki No Kuni

Fucked up and loud music about trauma and shit

KAGEPRO!!!! (SHOULD PROBABLY BE IN THE VOCALOID LIST BUT WEEEEEEEEEEEEE)

Rpgmaker Horror (OFF, Hello Charlotte, ynfgs, Oneshot, etc.)

Webcomics and zines

Free online educational resources etc.

DNI

DNI means you are not welcome here, screw off, and don’t be confused when you get blocked.

I don’t want to hear any whining about people wanting the internet to be a safe space and how [insert ableist word here] they are. I think it’s more embarrassing how upset you are over people setting boundaries.

Zionists, MAPs and proMAPs, transmeds, fakeclaimers, terfs, swerfs, transracials, institutionalization supporters, anti psych critical/anti anti psych, believe microlabels are biphobic (pan, queer, etc), biphobes, xenogenderphobic, colorist, ethnocentrist, xenophobic, Islamophobic, antisemetic, think disabled/neurodivergent/mad people should not have a shared community/culture (in other words, that our self expression outside of pathology is “romanticizing” an “illness” rather than existing as a demographic of humans independent of the medical system that oppresses us), ace/aro/aplatonic/phobic/exclusionary/infantilizing, support ethnostates, aba supporters, think hijabs are oppressive, believe in any sort of eugenics (curing disabled people, racist shit, anything that would happen in the movie Gattaca which you all definitely misinterpreted), use slurs you cannot reclaim, “narcissistic abuse” survivors and other cluster b bigots, saneist/psychophobic/madphobic assholes, meritocracy believers, transmisogynists and chasers, fatphobes/fat fetishists, I forgot proshippers lmao I’m stupid. Also guro blogs? That fetishize self harm? Why is this something I need to say why has this been an issue. ADDING TMRAS FUCK OFF PLEASE

Fandom DNIs (These are subject to expansion in the future):

Noncritical DNI

Def: You can interact as long as you understand that your media is problematic/harmful and you can reclaim it or at least don’t endorse it. If you’re an apologist or are in any way complicit in the harm caused by the content (monetary support, spread of its message, downplaying its victims) I don’t want to hear from you.

Danganronpa, dbh, bna, Homestuck, mcu, Supernatural, Omori, umineko lol probably more I just can’t think of stuff

DNI NO MATTER WHAT

South park, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Hetalia, Countryhumans, Harry Potter, Axel and Roxas shippers (seems like a stupid thing to include but this has also come up multiple times! I hate it here!), dsmp, killing stalking, FUCK SPARKLECARE (BUT ALSO IM SO SORRY)

PLEASE INTERACT WITH ME :3 (silly non serious section)

Other queer and disabled people, Kingdom Hearts fans (who aren’t creeps), self diagnosed autistics, mad pride folks, anyone with a neocities site, zine contributors, vocal synth fans, people who make stimboards, fellow filehoarders, have a kitty that you are willing to send pictures of, Temnova simps (I think you’re funny) (I promise there are less immoral older butch lesbians out there though), geology special interest havers, blinkie hoarders, people with acceptable opinions on cereal <- (certified milk first asshole), Teto lovers, Azumanga fans who post funny pictures of Osaka, genuine Ao Oni fans (I need to study you), 999 + SEQUELS FANS, people who post their daw stuff online you guys are so cooolllll

I am bad at being active and am working on tagging things well!! (and also actually. posting stuff.) If you need any tags pleaseeee ask it is no problem. I’ll probably make this intro cooler soon as well I am just soooo sleepy and I get frustrated with Tumblr lol

update: I am rarely active <3

RECOMMEND ME FREEWARE BOSS!!!!!!

[twothousandand1ne]

June 3rd, 2025

first off, i better introduce myself.

hai! for the purposes of keeping this blog anonymous, i'll be nameless. however, i WILL share with you some facts about myself. i am 23, nonbinary (they/them pronouns, plspls), and a teacher! on my free time, i record/write/produce music, read primarily romantasy books, and exercise! it's nice to meet you all!

so, about my day so far...

it's honestly not been the greatest. it's the second day of summer school for my kiddos, and yesterday was kinda draining being outside pretty much all day. safe to say that i was not the most excited person in the world to be working at 7 am, especially since i'm still recovering from the JPEGMafia concert i went to on sunday.

everything was going pretty standardly okay until i received a text from my partner saying that they were mad at me. uh oh. in my haste to get to work, i forgot to do some things around the house that i usually do, like feed the fish. also, i didn't see it while getting ready, but apparently the litter robot that we have for our cats got stuck upside down? this happens sometimes because it is an older model, but in my rush to get to Dunkin & then work, i didn't see it. the litter robot led to the kitties pooping in their bed :< dammit. not a good start for my partner at all. i know she works from home, but still i felt really really bad that my carelessness and lack of observation led to such a shitty start to her day.

i have about one more hour of work left. right now, my students are napping (god bless), and i decided to start this blog! i would have liked to have designed my own neocities website to make a blog from scratch, but i literally have one day of experience using HTML. i'm going to look up some tutorials and study some code soon to keep working on what i have for my neocities homepage. it's literally laughable. it's a basic white background with text and two images over it, almost looking like a sketchy website layout that has like a 404 error message on it. oh well!

after work ends today, i think i'll head to the gym, but i'm upset because i left my headphones/earbuds at home. cannot wait to listen to that ~lovely~ Planet Fitness ambience. then, i'll head home and see if i can cheer up my partner or at least make things right. since it's pride month, we started rewatching Sasaki & Miyano on Crunchyroll. i forgot how amazing that show is! hopefully making dinner and watching it with her will help make her smile. fingers crossed!

signing out. have a great rest of your day! :">

[tinkywinkyschauffeur2]

wild times in the spare change fandom

(there is canonically rpf, the landscape of which changed over the course of the band’s existence, the original popular pairing of which was Bridie x Cardinal with Ishani x Leon as a secondary pairing. They’re obviously not “canon” but with none of them having public statements out regarding their sexualities I understand where they’re drawing the chemistry from, similarly in a meta way, in some delusional future in which i am famous, I would also understand the context in which someone would want to ship that. There was slash fic at this time but the gay ships got more popular the longer the band existed and there were more interviews to pull from and the four of them just got more comfortable joking with each other about stuff like that.

I’d like to go on a small tangent about Leon because in a bizarre turn of events he has slowly marinated some flavour while i wasn’t looking and now I have things to say about him. I think he gets treated similarly to the way that Hozier is treated. “WHY DOES HE DRIVE THE GOLF CART LIKE THAT IM CRYINGGGGGGG 😭😭😭”

especially the way that people lose their minds over those angelic back lit live photos

Though with Hozier ppl are like ‘shout out to hozier for inventing love’, (talking about his lyricism) but that doesn’t happen with Leon because he doesn’t write the lyrics to the songs — although Vivian thinks that he should. Instead it’s about the things that he says in interviews and the weird existential poetic shit that he says far too offhandedly for comfort. He ended up getting banned from talking in interviews bc he kept turning simple questions into anxious musings about the universe and no one knew how to move on from it.

‘You know, and I wonder sometimes if any of it really matters. In a world reclaimed by plants, would anything that I’ve done last? Soil gunking up the inside of cassette tapes and that. My single bass line, the last thing left of me, would be silently stored on the millions of records it was printed into, never to be played again. And then I wonder if I have any right to worry about it at all. I think it’s selfish in a way, to care about a legacy.’

‘Leon the question was do you have a favourite guitar that you own.’

‘Oh.’

he was mad about getting banned for a while until an alternative type culture show requested an interview with him and he and the interviewer just sat on the floor on sequinned pillows and spoke at length about that kind of philosophical stuff and the fans lost their fucking shit let me tell you. VCR’ed to death. and then there were copies made of the copies bc everyone needed their own copy. following the collapse of the band it eventually was reincarnated (2011) into who could get the most artistic generation loss coupled with super distorted and slowed spare change music something something metaphor for corruption. idk he found out about it later and was like. you know what. it was very traumatic but yeah this is comforting in a very weird way.

side note he’d be number 1 vance joy listener on spotify

anyway

There was a series of some sort that he was extremely invested in (which i haven’t invented the barest trace of a premise for yet.) and was later the appointed president of the local fan club for it, after being a loyal submitter of fanfic for the zine for several years. and oh yeah baby we’re on some trekkie type shit here. Leon Barta most prolific slash fic writer in the whole prefecture.

this is the early 90s btw. he changed mediums with the dawn of the internet. i’ll explain the way the trallum internet works later but he had a personal page that linked from the main fanclub page (think old geocities/neocities) where he posted his work. That page was later taken down as spare change began to pick up traction and someone found it and panic ensued as he didn’t remember the login to it and he was freaking out so badly that he convinced dick to call the admin people at The Internet to get it taken down from the other end (damage control now, ask questions later). neglected to mention what was actually ON the page tho

Ishani figured it out pretty quickly though and maintained her poker face honourably but broke down the end.

She knew because she was his long suffering editor and spent time in the public library with him while he built the website in the first place.

Their high school time was strange. they both identified as lesbians at that time for context and both agreed with the concept of ‘yes i am a lesbian but i do not like the concept of participating in lesbian sex. maybe I’m just lying to myself’. fast forward eeerereewwewewewweeerrrreeeupp. asexual lesbian and straight trans man. it all made sense to them in retrospect but at the time ishani spent most of her time being endlessly frustrated at anything and everything to distract from the main issue (complicated feelings too messy for her to want to deal with. Very heteronormative in that it’s a given that she’d marry a man, but that’s a deep issue in conflicts between culture and scripture and victorian colonisation and she really just wants to get through school with good grades right now. unpacks it later in her 20s but using aimless frustration as a coping mechanism with being uncomfortable never went away which is again a problem in itself) and leon had some kind of weird guilt complex over being a lesbian but writing purely about men fucking other men.

sorry side tangent

there was considerable public jealousy of bridie when she and leon announced they were together (mostly the leon fan folk who were angry they couldn’t get with him and also are fourteen and need to get some sleep bc they have school tomorrow). and then natural follow up is oh okay so cardinal x ishani.

C: oh no we’re just friends :)

I: EW no he’s gross look at him. he is like a brother to me. a gross yuck BROTHER. EW. why the fuck would i be in love with him that’s disgusting

C: :( :( man i thought you loved me :( u were literally the best guest at my wedding

I: SHIT MAN I AM SO SORRY. i do love you. you;re still objectively gross tho.

C; yeah okay fair enough

i must confess also that Leon’s entire character was originally based off the specific look that peter hook makes at 5:14 in the perfect kiss music video after playing the drums while their actual drummer is playing a keyboard with one finger like he;s trying to laser it with his eyes and their singer is going wild with a cowbell.

he’s not like that anymore tho he buys plants from the hardware store and is convinced that if he thinks too many bad vibes they will die and also keeps a sourdough starter and has to feed it and bridie refers to it as ‘the beast’

the following is a bunch of pictures that i imagine their house looks like

t4t adhd stoner + chronically anxious and plagued with visions

thank you thank you i’m here all night

[adornesibley]

What's an August: A Newsletter

Reading: Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle, Rare Birds by L.B. Hazelthorn, and A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

Finished Reading: The Reddening by Adam L.G. Nevill, Whalefall by Daniel Kraus, The End and Everything Before it by Finegan Kruckemeyer, A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking by T. Kingfisher 

Podcast: N/A

Playing: Lunacid (PC), and Salt and Sanctuary (PS4/PS5)

Making: A .°˖✧website✧˖°.

Writing: Project E

Word Count: 164030

TLDR: RAGE, memes, capitalism sucking the fun out of fun, breaking away from socials, the magic of the INDIE WEB, I’ve got a website :3

Stop wasting beautiful stories on memes. I get so mad whenever I see a meme with a pitch for a story… and it’s brilliant… I have many memes (which now have permanent residence in my brain) which I am thinking of while writing this. I wanted to share some… Which meant searching for them and now I have more that exist and it hurts. It hurts for two main reasons. One is a me problem I should maybe look at deeper and one is a societal problem which can only be fixed by the death of the patriarchy… I’ll try to bring both down.

Number one is that I do not feel that a meme is a fully-fledged art form and that something is less valuable in meme form. How dare I, right? Bring out the guillotine. I guess, my personal art form is long-form storytelling and so I think about how these story ideas could fit into my own art form and that would be so cool, and I want to write them. And I can’t… which brings us to Number B.

Anyone who might want to write a novel or other fully published work based on these ideas, or inspired by it will likely not be able to. But first, let's take a look at the post which started me thinking about this right now.

The post in question:

So, Number B reason… Coming from me, this is going to be a real shocker, Capitalism. If you’re a storyteller and want to not… y’know, starve to death, you need to be concerned with the origin and claims to the core concept of a story. If you want to make a story based on a prompt like this, or a meme you saw, you can absolutely do so! However, if you do, and sell that story, and then the person who originally made this idea finds out… you could A. lose your publishing deal as you did not have the right to license this story and/ or B. get sued by the person whose idea it was.

This is bullshit.

We should be and feel free to share stories, ideas, and story ideas and art as freely as we care to. We should have a society where storytelling is being done by the vast majority, not the lucky few. We should be able to burn these brilliant story ideas on the pyre of memes/ communal storytelling. We should be able to make art without having to resort to squeezing every last Schrute Buck from your IPs cold corpse. Of course we all can make art for the masses and give it freely… but food is nice, so is paying rent, or a mortgage. And it is hard to be an art faerie, flitting about creating art like you were Magi Lune or Christa from Ferngully, art springing from your very presence on this fertile Earth… But you’ll have to squeeze it in, somewhere between your night shift at the Omega Mart and your 6am spin class and picking/dropping off children and of course there is the dishes to do. We must not forget the dishes! I have big feelings. 

Alright, I’m good now. Needed to get that off my chest.

Have I mentioned that I have a Patreon?

On a lighter note, and without a paywall: I’ve been making a website! I watched the following video on the “Indie Web” and got inspired to create my own Neocities website. I’ve become a supporter so I can include extra file types on my website and not be as concerned about the upper limit of how much space my website can take up.

I’ll be uploading the newsletters there under Tidings, as well as uploading art that I’ve made, and TTRPG stuffs, including the Umbrulexicon as I keep making them. I’m also going to be uploading writing projects there which will not be uploaded elsewhere. So there’s plenty to love over there~

Probably, WARNING FOR EPILEPSY!!!!!!!!:

Support weird. Support your local artist and help them bring down Capitalism.

[icecreampizzer]

NATASHA SIDNEY PROPAGANDA

Hello people of tumblr and @homemadegirlbossbattle , I am here to present my awful awful girlboss that is none other than Dr. Natasha Sidney. She is the main antagonist of one of my story projects, THEREFORE I AM! She's a psychiatrist and also this world's equivalent to a wizard. She has a huge ego and of course she wants to further improve her already advanced skills to change the world for the better...whatever her definition of "better" means. She's ruined the lives of almost every single character in this story for that goal so trust me when I say DO NOT trust her definition of "better" under ANY circumstances

^ most accurate textpost I've seen for her really. Her main schtick is that her research methods are not 100% ethical and mostly is in it for the science...and she's doing that all on her own! Well, she has her little minions working for her BUT she's extremely active in her nefarious deeds, and hey, sometimes we need to respect a hardworking girlboss.

PICTURED... white woman off the shits. She's basically a mad scientist (or a mad SOCIAL scientist...) who's not above manipulating others to get what she wants. She obviously doesn't care about other people's wellbeing... or DOES she?? Who the hell knows she's too full of herself to say ANYTHING negative about herself.

Leaving you with THIS. she talks to the protagonist of the story and she gives them an amongus jumpscare. xtremely girlboss of her if I do say so myself

Please consider voting for my asshole doctor!! I can't share too much info rn because I'm currently writing this story, but you can read more on her TOYHOUSE and the NEOCITIES PAGE I have for this story! Thank you so much!

I'll add the poll links below whenever she goes live :]

[narwhalpanda]

15 questions/15 people

thank you @angry-velociraptor for tagging me! im usually horrible at filling these (i tell myself aw thats sweet, ill do it later and then ill NEVER get back to it) but today im determined to answer some questions >:3c

1. are you named after anyone?

nope, my mom had to change plans for my name last minute so that my birthday and name day didn't fall on the same day. but even the planned name still wasn't an homage to anyone

2. when was the last time you cried?

about two days ago watching the end of Search for Bob (CR1 oneshot) when Liev'tel asks the Raven Queen whether Vex and Keyleth will be happy. that got me good, dammit Liam and Matthew

but overall i am so easily moved to tears its ridiculous

3. do you have kids?

nu-uh

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

lately i've noticed that it's not always obvious to some of my friends when im joking/sarcastic without malice, so im trying not to unless im sure there cannot be a misunderstanding

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

their neutral facial expression (or how the look at me) and height i think?

6. what’s your eye color?

grey-blue, got that from dad's side

7. scary movie or happy endings?

im not much into movies but ive definitely watched more horrors than romantic comedies, so ill go with scary (ive got Mouth of Madness on my list rn)

8. any special talents?

not exactly a talent but id say im weirdly lucky when it counts

9. where were you born?

in czech republic, normal hospital baby

10. what are your hobbies?

drawing is my life long hobby, something i keep coming back to. lately ive become the filthiest of casuals of ttrpgs and im having a blast. also i have been housebound for past three months (icky leg injury) and in that time i got to come back to reading which has also always been my beloved activity, as well as pick up new things like painting minis (ive got little ranger/fighter/wizard mice miniatures and the are tiny and adorable af) and in past few days i got into neocities so im learning html and css to make my own little website and im having so much fun. id like to formally apologize to all my for the time abandoned hobbies, including but not limited to writing, embroidery, linocut and sewing, i swear ill get back to yall some time but now is just not that time.

11. do you have any pets?

currently not :c

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

ive played volleyball for ten years, i stopped playing when i went to college. after that ive done tai-chi for a year, then nothing for a loong time, then i finally decided to hit the gym and get some shoulders, which went great before i felt fit enough to try volleyball again and that is where my 3 month long icky leg injury comes from lmao. but when im healed id love to get fit again (not sure about the volleyball, im super scared but asasdgf it made me so happy to play again), it was brief but awesome, it really is so good for my body and brain to exercise regularly

13. how tall are you?

169 cm, which i think is about 5'6"

14. favorite subject in school?

geography and literature. i wish i remembered more from both high school and uni, man, it was cool to know things about these

15. dream job?

my dream job used to be book editor or librarian. now... ive worked as a librarian for two years now, on two different posts, and i really like the job, tho i eventually wish to do something that is paid a bit better and/or more creative. id like some fun job sometime in my life. but who wouldnt :D

tagging: @lawful-goof @mu-mumie @zraloci-cpr @picachews @zelvuska (feel no obligation you know how it goes :3)

[ne0sgotmyback]

Chapter 4

Masterlist

‘Hello everyone! I am happy to see you all. As you know Yuta is still not back, which means we have to do this mission without him. However I believe this shouldn’t be a problem for the next mission.’ Taeyong welcomes the 22 members of Neocity to the meeting. He hands a deck of papers to Taeil, who is on his right, Taeil grabs one paper and hands the pile to the next person. After everyone has a paper, Taeyong starts again. ‘On the paper you see the building where we are meeting with the Camorra family. They are one of the only real families left, so we need to be sure that this mission goes as planned. We are supposed to meet them for a deal, they want new weapons, so we are going to deliver. However I don’t expect them to be honest about their intentions. That is why I need everyone for this mission. Jaehyun, Hendery, you two will handle the deal like always. However this time all of the Neos will be available for any help you need. Except Mark and Haechan, I need you two in your Dream function. Which means we will have three hackers, Haechan, Yangyang and Sungchan. Jaemin I need you to infiltrate their mafia, see if you can find out anything about this deal. Wayv you guys will be working on another mission on the other side of the building, supposedly one of the Strays is being held hostage there. Renjun I only expect you and Mark at the sight, everyone else is at home. You guys understand me, dreamies?  However, this doesn’t mean I don’t need you. Jeno I want your best explosives. Shotaro and Chenle I want you two to find me anything about this family, I know way too little about them. On the paper you can find more specifications about the mission. I will see you again tomorrow, to talk the last things through. Any questions for now?’  Taeyong asks after he dumped all the information. Most members shake their heads, but Doyoung puts up his hand.

‘Why do I not have any job?’ He asks, deep down already knowing the answer. So when Taeyong tells him he is suspended because of his mistake, doyoung is angry. ‘You just told me you need all of us for this mission? Why are you keeping this from me!’ Doyoung shouts. Jisung flinches at the sound. Taeyong notices this and gets annoyed with Doyoung.

‘If you are mad with me then tell me personally, don’t do it in front of the Dreamies,’ Taeyong calmly states as he looks back at Jisung, seeing that Mark is already looking after him. Doyoung doesn’t answer and angrily storms out, slamming the door on his way out. Soon after the sound of something breaking is heard.

‘Doyoung? What is happening?’ Honey asks quietly as she finds Doyoung sitting in the hallway, face in his hands and a mess around him. Doyoung doesn’t answer her. Honey notices his shoulders rising and falling pretty fast, which makes it seems as if he is crying. ‘are you okay?’ She asks, putting her hand on his shoulder. As he raises his head, she sees that the boy was indeed crying.

‘Yeah, I am fine.’ He answers stern, pushing her hand away and turning his back to Honey.

‘Doyoung, I made some tea. Do you want to come downstairs and explain to me what happened? I am sure somebody else will clean this up. Don’t worry.’ She asks, trying to seem approachable. Because that is basically her function at moments like this. Doyoung doesn’t say anything but he does slowly stand up, walking down the staircase behind her, with his head hanging low.

Honey texts Sun, asking her if she would want to clean up the mess Doyoung made and if she wants to come down to the kitchen afterwards. ‘Do you want anything Doyoung?’ Honey asks him as they enter the kitchen. He just shrugs his shoulders, which Honey understands as anything will do. ‘So talk and explain, what happened?’ She tells him sternly, wanting a real answer this time. Doyoung realizes he needs to tell her, otherwise he would be in even more trouble. So he does, he tells her everything. Not only what happened, but also why it happened.

At the exact same time Yukhei is leaving the house. After the meeting, Yukhei was able to leave because he didn’t have any other responsibilities. So he grabbed his study books and is now on his way to a café, the same one where he always studies. Before sitting down he decides to get a coffee, so he walks up to the bar and orders a drink. After receiving the drink he walks towards an empty table, but he as he focusses on the table, he doesn’t look in front of him. Suddenly he bumps into something. Yukhei looks down and sees a smaller girl standing in front of him. ‘Sorry! I didn’t see you,’ he says and hopes the girl accepts his apology for bumping into her. Since she doesn’t answer him, Yukhei looks down once more and notices the big stain on her shirt. He must have spilled his coffee. ‘I’m so so so sorry, this wasn’t supposed to happen.’ Yukhei suddenly spits out, noting how he hasn’t apologized yet for spilling the coffee.

‘No problem, you couldn’t have known.’

‘Okay, but at least let me make it up to you. Is there anything you want or need? Or let me take you for dinner! I think that is a good idea, us going on a dinner.’ Yukhei blurts out, nervous to make the girl uncomfortable.

‘I think dinner is a bit much, but I would like a coffee,’ She smiles and Yukhei can only nod. The moment he locked eyes with her, he couldn’t think about what to say.

‘Okay, I will get you a coffee,’ Yukhei mumbles and walks towards the counter with her, pays her drink and then they are waiting together on the drink. ‘So do you want to join me while I am going to study for my upcoming exam.’ He asks.

‘Yeah, if that is okay with you. What do you need to study? I have an upcoming exam about the renaissance, since my major is Art history,’ The girl explains to Yukhei, talking about how excited she finds it. As she receives her drink the two of them walk towards an empty table near the window, while she keeps talking about art. Yukhei just admires her positive energy, while they get seated at the table. ‘You said you needed to study as well. what was it for? I just completely talked about me only,’ the girl apologizes.

‘Well my major is History and I also have an upcoming exam about the Renaissance period, weirdly enough. So that is what I am supposed to study for. May be we can study together more often, since we have the same subject for our upcoming exam,’ He answers. The girl nods and places her stuff on the table. Ready to start the study session. Yukhei notices this and reluctantly gets his books. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen, they were supposed to talk more. However the duo studies almost all afternoon.

After talking to Doyoung, Honey walks back upstairs to her shared room with Taeil. She has been feeling really tired today, so just going back to bed seems like a great option. So when Honey reaches the room, she changes into her pajamas and lays on the bed. Before falling asleep she remembers to text her husband that she is tired and went to sleep. Before she can actually  send it, the door opens.

‘Hey, I didn’t know you were here,’ Taeil says as soon as he enters the door. Closing it after him and walking up to the bed.

‘Yeah, I was just about to text you that I was really tired and that I wanted to sleep for a bit,’ Honey answers, as Taeil sits down beside her on the bed. His one hand grabbing Honey her hand and his other hand stroking her hair.

‘To be honest, I was practicing self-defense with Johnny and I am really tired as well. Is it okay if I join you? I have already showered at Dreamland.’ Taeil defends his self.

‘Sure,’ Honey answers before Taeil can even finish his sentence, not caring about whether or not her husband already showered. Holding up the bedsheets in order for Taeil to get under them as well. Taeil hurriedly steps out of his clothes, leaving on just his boxershorts and t-shirt. He then gets under the sheets. Turning to his side and putting his arm around his wife. Becoming the big spoon in this cuddle session. With Taeil caressing her hair they fall asleep in the middle of the day.

‘Taeil!’ Johnny screams as he opens the door of the bedroom. But when he sees the married couple sleeping, he closes it.

‘What is it?’ Taeil whispers just before Johnny fully closes the door.

‘Well nothing important I was just wondering about something legal. But it can wait.’ Taeil nods, accepting that Johnny won’t tell him what he needs. Even though he is awake anyway, so he could have better just said what he needed. Johnny just leaves the room after that and Taeil turns back to his wife, who is still sleeping. He puts his hand on the nightstand and start feeling around for his phone. After searching around, he finds it. Grabbing his phone, looking at the time. It is around four o’clock. Almost time to pick up the younger members, so he slowly moves out of the bed. He hopes he doesn’t wake up his wife. Then he quickly changes into his clothes and grabs the car keys, noticing that he is a bit late. So Taeil hurries downstairs, sprints down the stairs, almost bumps into Winwin, then runs to the garage and thus to his car, and eventually leaves the compound.

First he needs to pick up Jaemin, then Chenle and Yangyang, normally Jisung is the last one to be picked up, but he called in sick today. The other boys are being picked up by Ten today, because they are on the other side of the city. Speeding a few times, Taeil makes it just in time to the University Jaemin attends. Waiting on the side are Jaemin and Mariposa.

‘Hello guys,’ Taeil says as he stops next to the duo.

‘Hello!’ Mariposa excitedly answers and waiving to him. Taeil waves back, while Jaemin opens the door.

‘are you sure you are not coming today?’ Jaemin asks her softly. But Mariposa just shakes her head.

‘I have an important exam to learn for. I am sorry, next time maybe. Besides I also need to meet up with Serenity and Precious, we need to hand in a paper next week. I am so sorry Jae, I have no time.’

‘okay, no problem. You got this!’ Jaemin answers. He hugs her, hoping to put his girlfriend at ease, he knows how stressed she can be. As he caresses her back, he feels her shoulders drop. She relaxes her body. ‘See you tomorrow,’ Jaemin says and kisses her forehead. He turns around and sits down in the car. As they drive away, both Jaemin and Taeil wave at Mariposa.

When the car is out of sight, Mariposa turns around and walks towards the library. When she arrives she is a bit earlier than they had agreed on, but that is no problem. Mariposa sits down and places her stuff on the table. As she turns on her laptop Serenity sits down next to her and Precious in front.

‘So how are you and Jaemin?’ Serenity curiously ask, as the two girls also grab their stuff and turn on their computers. ‘Everyone thought you guys were on a break, but now you are all lovey-dovey again.’

‘We are good. We weren’t really on a break, but I had to figure out some stuff,’ Mariposa answers quietly, looking down at her hands. Serenity nods, ready to let go of the topic. However, Precious doesn’t seem ready to let the topic go.

‘What did you need to figure out? And isn’t that technically a break? Mari why won’t you tell us anything?’ Precious asks caringly, looking into Mariposa her eyes, hoping to find an answer.

‘I do tell you everything necessary. If you want, you can see it as a break, but it was less than a week. So I don’t really see it as a break,’ Mariposa states, clearly not wanting to tell anything more about whatever may have happened.

‘Okay, now let’s get started on this paper!’ Serenity encourages the other girls. Immediately starting to read the research paper that was assigned to them to use as a source. Mariposa nods her head and follows the lead of reading papers. Precious is a bit harder to convince, since she doesn’t have the motivation to be reading concentrated. She enjoys staring out the window, onto the sport field. Right now, the track team is working on their speed. Precious only joins the other girls at studying, after Serenity keeps on bugging her about not learning anything. After a few hours the three girls have almost finished their assignment.

‘We are having a game night and I want everyone to join. Unless you have a proper reason and Taeyong agrees to it, then you are exempted. Everyone else is down here at 9,’ Johnny shared after dinner.

Doyoung immediately walks up to Taeyong, while everyone cleans the table. ‘I am not participating.’ Is all the younger man tells the leader. He doesn’t even wait for an response from Taeyong. Taeyong just nods, knowing he will get a lot more of his members visiting him before 9 o’clock.

‘Taeyong, is it okay if I stay in my room tonight?’ the youngest member quietly asks his leader as Taeyong is walking to his room.

‘Are you sure you don’t want to join us? You haven’t talked to some of the Neos for a very long time,’ Taeyong asks the younger member, knowing the boy hasn’t really talked to anyone since Yuta left for Japan and everything that happened back then. Jisung shakes his head.

‘I have talked to Kun, while being his medical assistant,’ He defenses his choices. Taeyong just nods.

‘I know, but you also know, I said Neos. However I am happy that you continued your time with Kun. But the others also miss you. What if you join tonight for at least one game and then after that one game you can leave whenever you want. Is that a good compromise? Taeyong almost pleads to his youngest member. It has been a while since most member have been together after the accident and he just needs to see his member happy again, even if it is just for a night. However he also notices the doubt in Jisung his eyes. ‘I promise you can leave after. Please, just be there.’ Jisung slowly nods and heads up stairs.

At nine o’clock Taeyong sits down in the living room. Some members have already joined, like Winwin and Hendery. Others are still nowhere to be seen, such as Jeno, Jisung, Shotaro and more. After five minutes of still not having all the members downstairs Johnny stands up and rings the dinner bell. This bell is heard everywhere in the house. Usually it is used by Kun, whenever dinner is ready, but sometimes when there is a meeting and some members are late the bell is also used. Most members are now present, expect Jeno and Chenle. The moment Johnny stands up, ready to ring the bell again. Jeno and Chenle come storming down the stairs. They sit down one the ground, in front of a couch. Saying they were in time, Johnny didn’t ring the bell for the second time yet. The duo just earns a scoff from Taeyong and understand that they were just in time, before they would have received a household task.

‘Nice that all of you have joined this game night! Doyoung and Jisung are free to go, Taeyong accepted this. But everyone else, we expect you to be here until at least eleven o’clock. We also know the rule, no phones during game night. So everyone please put your phone in the box, as always. Then we can begin. Since it has been a while, Taeyong and I decided that a lot of smaller games would be a good idea. So one the dining table you can find different board games, while at the couch we will play games like thirty seconds. Choose anything you would like to do and make sure to win.’ Johhny explains everything once again, because it has been a while since the last game night. Jewel excitedly screams, grabs Ten’s hand and start dragging him towards the dining table. This was the sign for other members to also enjoy the evening.

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a/n: Yes I did manage to post this one! I am so excited to share all the ideas in my head, but I hope some of you are catching on to some of the hints ;). Please leave your feedback, so I can improve.

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ENTRY #12 / LIFE UPDATES 4th MAY 2017 Here goes, a post about shit which happened to me for last months and some forecast for my musical and general future, for me to organize my brain and for you people interested in what the hell’s happening with me. 01 Went to Saint Petersburg to participate in a synthesizer fair: sold nothing (hahaha) but at least advertised myself a bit. The jam of local guys was awful cause a man with a super expensive drum module was cranking out the volume of the bass drum and i didn’t hear all other people who were in the jam; i asked him to turn the kick down cause people were literally dying cause of it, but he didn’t do shit. Apart from that - met my cool synthesizer friends and so on. Also, visited old Soviet arcade museum with working arcades (first pic), very good and enjoyable. Also[2], cat loves the modular (pic 2), and the sunset is entirely beautiful (pic 3). Met one of my few best friends in Saint-P. God, i love him very much. He’s a 2-meter tall shy furry idiot and cannot be not loved. Played some 3DS games together c: Love. 02 For first time in like 1 year i bought myself some piece a’ clothing. It’s a CMYKeous cool hoodie with pockets on zips, which is good for raves. (pic 4) i love the design. 03 Started having tiny awful tanatophobic attacks a while ago, it was very scary every time (was ready to go to brain specialist), but it got milder now. I hope it goes away soon, cause it blocks me away from making any kind of music except some synthy IDM shit. (thus, expect a very crappy dreamer release maybe? idk) I really fucking hope it drifts away, this is veeery tiring. Generally, i recommend you to never think of suicide to the extent when it’s a daily thing; when you R E A L I S E the scale of this shit and its possible impact, you gonna fall to the same pit i fell into. Really, people, don’t be dumb. Life is cool, for shiihs! 04 The characters of E.T. universe are finally forming a more or less complete system of my own state representations, and i continue over-thinking this universe over and over. (pic5: a mood-graph of my dorks; was interesting to look it for me myself, lol) I hope that one day i will start making at least text stories about them, cause they’re not just music album mascots! They’re full-scale characters with personalities and stories! Also, welcome kouyou to the rave roaster (real name unknown), a female (?) dragon, who’s usually very shy, quiet and smooth. But because she’s infected with BZZT (yes, THAT bzzt, my noise character, the elemental spirit of madness), she sometimes turn harsh and has rage attacks, and that’s why she lives alone (i guess, her story part has blank places still.) Her only close friend is NO_ID, who usually comes to her to calm her down and bring meds (otherwise she’d go insane like every day). Though the story might change, i’ve just thought of it like 3 days ago. Anyways, she herself makes some kind of excessively cute minimalistic synth music (EP coming soon), and when her mind is overtaken by BZZT, she makes noise. Yeah. Stupid noise dragon in a sweater. That’s what she is. 05 I realized that my life is short as hell and last 2 years in meaning of IRL activites is 80% university = 60% crap, so i’m changing my shit to other better shit probably. Will have to deal with out local army recruiting system, though - here in not-so-soviet Russia you have to go to army if you are older then 18 y.o, not studying and have a dingle dong in your pants, even if you’re allergic to everything asthmatic with not very good working knees and active herpetic genes, like me (lol) They somewhy just want to send me to do some military shit for a year, so ???? will have to deal with that first, and then i hope to go to other country which starts with “c”, ends with “a” and has “anad” in-between for some audio studies to be a grumpy audio engineer guy who records bad musicians and gets money to live. Man, radiotechnical science is shit: its only use, at least in this country, is military branch, and well fuck war, so i’m not in. but i’m in by definition of my grade, hence - fuck this grade, right? Generally, i’m musical inactive right now cause of stupid moods and so on, but it goes away slowly, and i am slowly returning to my normal state. I hope some updates will follow on! Like maybe a page on neocities? i want to fuck with some HTML... or maybe i finally WILL start my comic about elysian tunes because i can die at any fucking moment and how can i die and not draw some comix about my dorks?! p.s. sorry for grammatical mistakes. Too lazy to check. Well, that’s it. Hope things are good and will get better for you people <3 PLUR! etstash_entry etstash_mundane etstash_photo etstash_secret