#I just logged back in only to see this in my inbox

[somerunner]

ya know you could always delete the tumblr app and force yourself to log into tumblr on an icognito window on a computer every time you want to use it. if you’re looking to decrease your screen time that is

I always use a web browser and log out 20% of the time 😭 (it does help though. When I’m logged out I often close the browser and take 15 more mins of something else (work, Instagram, etc.), then log in. So it’s 50% effective at stopping me, which >> 0%). Incognito to force a log-out every time I close the tab…might be a good idea, but I might “strip the screws” and dilute the effectiveness of my already-existing log-in delays.

Computer’s a little better than mobile because I set a 15 second delay, which is much easier to leave on than a straight block. Because once I’ve blocked myself, I just turn off the block.

Essentially, delays are effective, but the more I stack together, the more I become inclined to just do away with them all. Additionally, before I got a Tumblr account in 2023, I spent a similar amount of time on YouTube/Discord/Royalroad/all internet. Taking things out of the rotation will help, but it’ll be a long process of slowly distilling productivity into my day. Writing fanfic is a toss-up, because it’s creative and requires effort but also links back to fandom…so idk. I’ve adjusted my feeds to generally be either mutuals or slow-to-update pages, as well as cool science stuff.

It’s…not good habits. But I think someday you’ll see me join the ranks of rarely-posters, putting out 5k chapter fanfics and cool anecdotes about touching grass (running, church, academia, etc.)

[doux-amer]

[airybcby]

Call It What You Want To

(soft launching with the bllk boys)

a / n — i love soft launches and blue lock…so why not combine them?

content — fluff, cutesie stuff, bllk characters x fem! reader, pretty much gn! but i did use ‘she’ so just to be safe, + your faves if you want!!

synopsis — soft launches with the boyfies <3

✿.｡. “ nobody’s heard from me for months , ” .｡.✿

is NEVER on social media. has accounts of course, but never posts on them. usually the most they do is repost things about soccer on their stories. so when they post these pictures as their first post EVER? it’s inevitable that their fans are going to go insane.

they preferred posting these pictures, neither of your faces showing. you’d both decided to keep your relationship “private but not secret” , if someone were to find out it was you in these photos? so be it. they would never dream of hiding you from the world.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ RIN ITOSHI, barou shouei, sae itoshi, jinpachi ego

they don't have many posts, but the ones they do have no less than a million likes each. their fans are adoring, so when they post a new photo, thousands of people get the notification and within seconds the post has 200k likes.

their fans are insane, and that's putting it lightly. they find your account within a minute all by looking at your phone case and finding your account.

the both of you wake up the next morning and find yourselves not only trending on twitter, but also with thousands of edits made of the two of you. AND A SHIP NAME??

so much for a soft launch.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ YUKIMIYA KENYU(im biased), shido ryusei, MICHAEL KAISER, hyoma chigiri

a chronic poster. i mean literal photo dumps GALORE. they had many fans, obviously with them being a famous soccer player, but also because of how 'real' they were. they would constantly post stories in the bathroom and ranting- all that fun stuff.

their fans had no indication that they'd been in a relationship at all. which was strange because due to their openness, their fans began thinking they deserved to know every little thing about them.

they just wanted to keep you their little secret for a little bit, so they posted these very inconspicuous photos and had the internet up in a frenzy.

soccerluver44: WHO IS THIS??

urmomshouse: no way

and thousands of comments just like that flooded their inbox.

this was fun, they thought. maybe for a little while longer they'd keep you their little secret. the thought crossed their mind as they pressed the 'your story' button, posting a photo of them sitting on the sink with your arms wrapped around them.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ MEGURU BACHIRA, isagi yoichi, EITA OTOYA, oliver aiku

not a constant poster, but definitely has a social media presence. they mostly post about their upcoming games and where to get tickets and watch. they definitely don't post about their personal life, so when people log on and see a soft launch??

the world goes into a state of shock. the comments are limited, so no one besides people they follow back (most of which who already knew of the relationship) are allowed to comment.

they did this on purpose. they saw no point in having strangers question them when the caption said it all

" spoiling my girl <3 "

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ REO MIKAGE, tabito karasu, jyubei aryu, DON LORENZO

✿.｡. “ i'm doing better than i ever was ” .｡.✿

took myself to the computer version to do this since there's a photo limit on the mobile version.

hope yall liked it though, i've never done anything like this before!!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

[whereisthelxmbsauce]

Losing interest

SAGAU x Reader

SAGAU but you lose interest in genshin, moving to other fandoms. Desperate, they try to intervene.

Little heads up: characters may be OOC due to me just getting into SAGAU after not visiting genshin since Sumeru. Anything past that will be heavily OOC. I'm gonna use CRK for this cause I've been HOOKED to it lately.

You were the divine, the creator in their eyes. You helped them get through their problems with minimal effort. Even if you did it through the body of the Traveler and the other vessels, they knew deep down it was your doing. You loved them wholeheartedly, and in turn, they loved you back.

But eventually, they noticed your influence weakening. Even your most favoured vessels, the ones you put the most effort into making them stronger as if they were your own children, could barely feel your divine presence dwindling slowly but surely.

At first, it started off with you spending less time influencing their actions. You still fought bosses and helped others, but they could feel that you're spending less time with them. They rationalized it, saying that the creator is probably busy.

Time passes and nothing good happened. You mostly just did your daily commissions and logged off and called it a day, if you even bothered to open Genshin. They all wondered what happened to you. Did they do something wrong? Did they fail to appease you? What's the reason for your sudden apathy?

The more faithful ones wondered if they haven't been praying hard enough. The Archons wondered if they've been failing to do their duties or haven't been putting in enough effort to appease you.

They turned to the Traveler, your first vessel, for answers. They wanted to know why you've been neglecting them. They want to know why so they can do something about it. If you've lost the motivation to see them everyday, then clearly something must not be to your liking, right? But even the reason for your absence is unknown to the Traveler.

As an attempt to appease you, they did everything in their power to make you happy. You notice how your inbox is always filled with offerings, your rewards plentiful. Your daily commissions getting way more rewards then normal, how odd...

Even your gacha pulls have been getting luckier to the point of being almost anomalous. Any weapon or character banner you wished for, you practically got something good guaranteed regardless of if you do a single or a ten pull.

But still, they didn't know why you didn't put in the amount of effort you used to put in. That was until they heard your very own voice. You were pulling for one of the newly released characters' banner when, much to no surprise, you got them in less than 10 pulls. After your excitement died down, they heard bits of your mumbling.

"I've been really lucky with my pulls, huh? If only I had the same luck with Eternal Sugar's banner... I've spent about 100 pulls by now. Maybe I should close Genshin for now and farm?"

Eternal Sugar? That was a new name to them. Their curiosity piqued. What exactly was Eternal Sugar? Was that something important to you? Many of them debated on what exactly you were talking about. The more curious vessels of yours, having heard some new information for the first time, decided to try and figure the truth out.

With their combined efforts to bring their creator's attention back to Teyvat, they peered into what you were going to do, wanting to know more. What they saw, however, caused many reactions, mainly negative. They didn't like how you were paying attention to a completely different world and leaving theirs alone for who knows how long. They were the first, and they intended to keep it that way.

After a few loading screens, they were greeted with another world, one of your creation. They have got to admit, it was breathtaking, especially for something made by their creator. But when they saw how you treated literal cookies with more attention, they grew envious. Their love, being given to other beings? That was unacceptable to them. So, they decided to pull some strings.

They rigged your pulls, broke down some of your cookies' upgrades without your knowledge, weakened them. You noticed yourself getting unluckier. You even lose the kingdom arena more despite having meta cookies. Frustrated, you decided to close Cookie Run Kingdom, tired of your seemingly never ending bad luck.

With their Divine Creator frustrated with their bad luck in the other world, surely their grace will focus on them, right? All they need to give you is a little push and you'll never abandon them again; they'll make sure of it. You'll only pay attention to Teyvat and nowhere else. Their actions, no matter how much it hurt you, are all worth it. You're theirs and theirs alone.

[jsooly]

For the sully series I don’t know why but for some reason I’ve been picturing the ready with pink hair……. I don’t know maybe when she’s older she either dyes all of her hair pink or gives herself pink highlights and wears colorful makeup? I don’t know I just see her dressing as a Navi and embracing the culture but you can still see her expressing how she still enjoys being human

taken in by the sullys (blurb) / sully family x human!daughter/sister!reader

synopsis, you grow closer with the human experience.

thank you for your request <3 sorry if it isn't what you intended, but i hope i did it justice! i'm slowly working through my inbox so if you sent a request in, dw, i haven't forgotten them :D

sometime in your early/mid-teens . . .

despite being human, you rarely interacted with human things, if ever.

when you were growing up, you weren't really allowed to the human base by yourself. so your exposure to human routine and customs were foreign to you.

when you started to be more assertive, though, you began to explore human things. for example, when you started watching the site 26 logs, you grew curious about tattoos just cuz jake had them.

when he tried to dissuade with the promise of getting on when you were older, he got an earful from neytiri.

as for things like hair and makeup... you weren't unfamiliar with that either because you were accustomed to na'vi war paint and accessories.

you dipped your fingers into the pigment you made. it was your first one, and you didn't hold back on making the color pop. you gathered all the petals and berries yourself and extracted the dye yourself, too.

you dragged your fingers across your cheeks and forehead, a look inspired by neytiri's designs.

you didn't hear her when she slipped in the marui, jumping in surprise when she spoke up.

"i did not mean to startle you, ma'ite." she chuckled, glancing at your pot. "oh! this is..."

jake popped in behind her, his hand on her back as he passed by her side. "pink." he cocked his head to the side and his lips pursed, pleasantly surprised.

"it was the only color i could make deep enough to show up on my skin." you explained, pink smudges all over your skin from the dye dripping off your fingers.

jake grinned. "hey, you look pretty cool. like a true warrior."

you brightened. "can i fight with you then, dad?"

"no." jake and neytiri said in unison.

you rolled your eyes and dipped a brush in the bowl, brushing the color over your nails.

the na'vi were colorful, and you were no exception.

it was rare to see you without your 'stripes' so to speak. while you don't emulate their patterns with blue paint like spider does, you sometimes play with contour and create the illusion of stripes.

there wasn't a color in the rainbow you haven't experimented with, but eventually you settled for a signature color that suited you the best.

while you could douse your hair in your pigments, it never really stuck. so if you wanted color in your hair, you'd dye strings instead and weave them into your hair.

lo'ak pulled on your hair. "i want one."

you grunted, gritting your teeth as you pried his hand from your hair. "you have your own beads."

"i want it to look like yours."

"like what?"

"like this," he pointed to the string, the pink dye blending into blue and creating a pretty, unintentional gradient. "blue."

"you're already blue."

he rolled his eyes, pushing you in annoyance. "i know that. stupid."

you laughed him off, handing him the strings in your hand. "here, you can have it." he settled in front of you and you took your time lacing the colorful extension into his face-framing braids. "there. happy now?"

he grinned, his eyes darting from his own colorful hair piece to yours, nodding. "yeah."

. . .

thanks for reading! <3

© jsooly ‘25

[writeriguess]

Umm wow?? So you’re just gonna come out and say you’re ‘tired’ of writing for Katsuki?? Are you serious right now?? Do you even realize how RUDE that sounds to the people who literally followed you BECAUSE of your Katsuki x Reader fics??? Like... no offense but if you’re that tired maybe you shouldn’t have made them so good in the first place 🙄

It’s actually so selfish?? Like we literally hype you up, reblog your stuff, leave comments, ASK for Katsuki and now you’re acting like it’s a burden?? You’re acting like we’re annoying for wanting more?? Girl you’re the one who made him perfect, you’re the reason we’re obsessed and now you’re blaming us for it??? That’s messed up.

You’re acting like you owe us nothing when without us your fics would get like 2 likes. You wouldn’t even be relevant. It’s honestly really disappointing to see you switch up like this. You got popular off Katsuki and now you’re throwing a tantrum and acting like a victim because people want you to keep going?? That’s so fake.

Sorry but if you're tired of Katsuki then maybe we’re tired of YOU.

I really wasn’t going to say anything. I’ve been quietly blocking messages like this for the past two weeks — literally dozens of them, varying in length but all with the same tone: entitled, angry, and genuinely mean. I told myself it would die down if I just let it pass. I didn’t want to engage, I didn’t want to draw attention to it, and I definitely didn’t want to make drama out of something that might just be a handful of people taking things too far.

But then I got this one — and it’s not even the worst, but it’s the perfect example of what I’ve been dealing with behind the scenes. So I’m going to use it to make something clear:

I said I was tired. That’s it. I said I was tired of writing only Katsuki x Reader content because at the time, he made up three-quarters of my inbox. I wanted variety. I wanted to explore other characters I love and stories that haven’t been told a hundred times. I didn’t say I hated him, I didn’t say I was never going to write for him again — I said I wanted balance. I asked for space.

And the answer from parts of this fandom was to send me things like this.

You know what that feels like? It feels like I’m not a person anymore. I’m just a content machine — a vending machine for comfort fic, and if I don’t produce exactly what certain people want, I get spit on. I’m told I’m selfish, rude, irrelevant, ungrateful — for daring to say I’m tired. Not bad at writing. Not done forever. Just tired.

I know this isn’t everyone. I know I have amazing readers who leave kind comments, who enjoy everything I write, Katsuki or not. But the thing is — when this kind of thing floods your inbox every time you log in, it drowns everything else out. It wears you down. It makes you scared to post, scared to speak, scared to say the wrong thing because someone might twist it into a personal betrayal.

One of my close friends warned me before I even started this blog: “MHA is one of the most toxic fandoms out there. Be careful.” I didn’t listen. I loved the characters. I loved the community I thought I saw. But if I had known it would be like this — if I had known that asking for breathing room would be met with hate — I wouldn’t have started writing for this fandom at all. And right now, I don’t know if I want to keep going.

If you’ve ever treated a writer, artist, or creator like this — please know you’re not just giving “honest feedback.” You’re pushing real people to burn out. And when they finally step away, you’re the reason why.

I need to take a step back and decide where I go from here. If I keep writing Katsuki, it’s going to be because I want to, not because people yell at me until I break. If that’s not good enough for you, go find another blog to harass. This isn’t the place.

To those of you who have been kind, patient, and supportive — thank you. You have no idea how much that means right now.

[meimeimeirin]

still on tumblr break, but since i just logged in and saw several asks, i thought i'd clarify a few things here.

regarding me and @/zhongrin

in summary:

zhongrin is privated and archived permanently.

for the two people who asked, yeah, i'm alright.

more utc, but you can skip.

to expand more on the 'sudden' archiving/privating:

i've been debating to archive the blog since last year. to tell the truth, the new theme that appeared in zhongrin since september last year was actually the theme of a new writing sideblog i made. honestly, i had contemplated archiving it since july ー and i've lost count over how many times i created a 'blog archived' post only to delete it, over and over again. i just held on like an idiot and kept telling myself to just post and dip out.

don't look at the activity bar, it's just going to be full of likes. don't look at the notes, i'll just be full of more empty likes. don't look at the reblogs, it won't have any feedback anyway. don't look into your inbox, you won't find any feedback whatsoever anyway. don't look at your dash, lest you'll see other people getting interactions and start wondering if you're the weirdo for not getting any. don't look. don't look. don't look.

i'm just so tired of being disappointed.

it's like writing out a play and 10k people reserved seats to your free performance, yet all you see are thousands of absent seats. all you receive are silent smiles. a few applauses. and less than ten people commenting on the play, most of which are your own friends.

every time i post, i start questioning why did i even bother sharing this. or if i'm even actually good enough at writing. or if that comment was just there out of pity. or if i should have used the time i spent writing, proofreading, and editing to do something else. something that would have brought more joy. something that would result in more than a few strung words on a digital screen that no one thinks is worth sharing.

every time i post, it just feels like i just did something meaningless. every time i do events or bring my ocs to the spotlight, every time i'm having so much fun, people leave and it gets even more silent. my thoughts? my expectations? my joy? my sadness? meaningless. they're all meaningless to these ten thousand people.

why should i keep sharing and doing something that feels meaningless and hopeless?

so i stopped caring and archived. that's all there is to it.

i do have that new writing blog set up. way back since last year. because as much as i loathe the silence, i still love writing. sometimes.

as of today, that blog is still devoid of original posts. i don't know when or if i'll feel comfortable posting my own 'content' again. or maybe i never will. who knows. but if i do, this time, i'm setting things up so i can just be the 'content creator' that readers expect me to be and distance myself from everything.

call me childish. call me jaded. call me a bitch. i don't care. i don't want to try connecting with my readers anymore because tumblr as a community has stopped being a system that can do this. i'm just going to give myself the option of making content and dipping out whenever i want. i'm going to spend my energy having fun with my friends who does care - on a separate, more controlled environment altogether.

this will still be my main since i don't want to bother setting up a new account and re-following people again. but i won't be active here. i foresee i'll be more 'present' in my private blog. for those who does have the url ー please keep it a secret. thanks.

bye, zhongrin. it started out fun. it's a shame it ended on a bitter note. i truly wish it hadn't turned out this way.

signing off once again, meirin.

[cxptain-capsicle]

Beyond the Sea | Luke Castellan | II

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Unclaimed Poseidon Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn flashbacks, established relationship present day, Gods being terrible parents

A/N: If you are new around here I love taking suggestions and incorporating your guy's ideas and headcannons in my series so feel free to leave thoughts in my inbox!

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“So all of the major 12 gods have their own cabin where their children live.” Luke explained as he walked you down the aisle of houses. “This one is ours.”

“Ours?” You raised your eyebrow questionably.

“All the new arrivals stay here, in the Hermes cabin.” Luke gestured towards a cabin that was much larger than all of the others. It wasn’t nearly as elegant as the ones around it but it felt warm and welcoming. It looked like a simple log cabin with a large front porch held by tall log columns. On the front of the house was a large green banner with a Greek symbol in the center. Over the door a semi-circle stained glass window that reminded you of the ones in the Big House. The cabin looked a little run down but that wasn’t shocking considering the amount of kids running around inside. Walking inside felt like entering a circus tent. There was yelling, laughing, singing, kids running around, hanging upside down from bunk beds. Even with the chaos it still felt cozy. The inside was dimly lantern lit, the walls were paneled with dark wood, in the center was a large fire pit that made the whole room feel like a warm hug. You followed Luke further into the cabin as several heads turned to look at the new arrival.  

“Here,” Luke said as he led you to a bed and dropped the few things that you had on the bed. “This one was mine, now it’s yours.” 

“You’re giving me your bed?” 

“Yeah, why not?” He shrugged. “I’ll move to the top bunk, it’ll be nice to have a change.” He was humble. He was willing to give you one of the only things that was his and he didn’t want any praise for it.

“Thank you.” You meant it, and you didn’t know what else to say.

“Everyone!” Chiron announced as he trotted into the cabin doors. “Your attention, please. This is Percy Jackson. I trust you will see to whatever he needs.” Everyone stared at the sandy-haired boy awkwardly. Everyone in the Hermes cabin was used to this by now. New kid comes in, new kid gets claimed, new kid leaves, and the cycle continues. Within seconds everyone went back to their conversations although many of those conversations now included the word: Minotaur.

You and Luke glanced at each other unsure if you should say anything to the boy. 

“He shouldn’t be alone.” You whispered to him. “Grover said the Minotaur killed his mom.” 

You followed Luke as he made his way to the boy, who sat up quickly when we approached.

“Look, if you want to give me a hard time, just do it tomorrow.” He said before either Luke or you could get a word out. “I can't do any more today.” 

“Heard what happened to you on the hill.” Luke said slowly, arms crossed over his chest. “And I just... wanted to say I'm really sorry.” 

“I know what you're going through.” You chimed in. “Believe me, I really do.”

“I'm Luke.” He reached out to shake the boy's hand.

“Percy.” He hesitantly grabbed Luke’s hand.

“Y/n.” You couldn’t help but smile at him. He reminded you so much of yourself when you first came to camp so many years ago.

“Rise and shine!” Luke’s voice boomed above you. You groaned and turned away from him in an attempt at protest.

“Five more minutes.” Luke chuckled at your words but he didn’t take it for an answer.

“C’mon.” He ripped the blanket off of the bed. “First day at camp, gotta make it count.”

“Luke!” You shouted, the cold air shocking your body. “Do you make it a habit to torture the new campers?” You groaned as you rolled out of bed and began to put your shoes on. Luke was already geared up and ready to go, twitching with excitement.

“Only the ones who make it easy.” He smirked. 

“Screw you.” You reached to grab your pillow and threw it at his face. It caught him by surprise causing him to stumble back, making both of you laugh.

“Maybe you’re an Ares kid?” He faked injury dramatically. “We’ll find out today.”

“What?” That piqued your interest. Ever since you arrived at camp yesterday you couldn’t stop thinking about getting claimed.

“We’re gonna figure out what you’re good at. Maybe that’ll help us figure out who your parent is.” Luke explained.

“Where do we start?” You stood up with excitement.

“Breakfast.” 

The two of you made your way to the mess hall, it was much more crowded this morning than it was the previous day. Each of the tables were nearly full with kids chatting over breakfast. 

“So what’s your story?” You asked Luke as you sat down with your breakfast.

“What do you mean?” He chuckled slightly.

“Your story.” You repeated. “How’d you get here?”

“Well,” He sighed. “I’ve been here for 3 summers.” He pulled at the necklace around his neck with three colored beads strung on the brown cord. “I came here with Annabeth, an Athena kid.”

He gestured over to a girl a few years younger than you sitting at the Athena table. “And Thalia, she uh- she didn’t make it.”

“Oh,” Your voice trailed off. “I’m sorry Luke.” 

“Thalia died getting us to camp safely.” He continued. “She died a hero.” An uncomfortable silence fell over the table. “Then I got here, got claimed by Hermes.” Even mentioning his father seemed to send chills down his back.

“What happens if I don’t get claimed?” The thought had crossed your mind more than a few times.

“Well,” Luke shifted in his seat. “It doesn’t happen too often but, you’d stay in the Hermes cabin. That’s where all the unclaimed kids stay.”

“Well if that’s the case, I’ll need to move beds because you snored above me all night.” You teased.

“Oh no way I’ll just follow you wherever you go.” He said as he took a big bite of his breakfast. “So who are we looking for, a mom or a dad?”

“I’m not sure.” You said through a bit of toast. “I was left at a firehouse as a baby so I have no idea who my mortal parent is either.”

“So where did you live?” Luke leaned onto his elbow on the table in interest.

“Foster families, group homes, things like that.” You explained. “Until monsters would trash them and I’d get blamed for it and get moved.”

“Well, we can’t rule out any god but we’ll start out with the olympians. We’ve got a lot of work to do,”

After breakfast Luke led you all around camp. He took you to Arts and Crafts and sat you down at an empty sheet of canvas and easel with a bowl of miscellaneous fruit in front of it. Luke went around to the front of  the easel and knocked the bowl onto the floor.

“I have a better subject for your painting.” He stood in front of you, placed his hands on his hips and looked to the side triumphantly. The pose of a hero. You laughed at him and did your best to capture him on the canvas. You tried to take your time but Luke quickly started complaining that his arms were hurting and urged you to hurry. The top half of the painting was pretty good, you could tell it was Luke, you even captured his smug smirk which made you smile. As you went down the painting got more rushed and sloppy but you blamed Luke for that.

“Tada.” You said enthusiastically as you took the canvas off the easel and turned it around to show him. He came up quickly to grab it.

“You didn’t fully capture my good looks, but other than that it’s pretty good.” He shrugged and you laughed and smacked his shoulder with a paintbrush. “So maybe an Apollo kid.” He took the canvas from you and rolled it up, saving it for later in his bag.

Luke continued to lead you around camp trying everything he could think of. He took you to the forge and quickly decided you were likely not a Hephaestus kid after you struggled to even make a dent in the hot metal. He took you to the archery range and despite never holding a bow before, you weren’t too bad. Artemis could be a maybe. He took you to a little training obstacle course by the arena designed to test speed and agility. You did your best but got hit by multiple bags of sand that were built to resemble flying harpies. So Hermes is a no. “Well, we’re definitely not siblings.” Luke laughed as you got hit by a sandbag that toppled you over. For whatever reason that felt very relieving to you. He took you to the strawberry fields where you propagated a few berries. Possibly Demeter. Finally Luke wanted to test your swordsmanship. You were excited for this. Only being here a day and a half you had already heard of Luke’s skills with a sword. Having been on the run from monsters basically your whole life you had gotten pretty good at fighting,

“We’ll get some swords and go to the woods to practice.” Luke told you on the way to the armory.

“Why are we going to the woods?” You questioned.

“So I don’t embarrass you in front of everyone when I beat you.” He smiled widely.

“I hate you-” You laughed but were cut off by someone yelling from up the hill.

“New girl!” Another girl shouted. As you kept walking closer she became easier to see. She was dressed in full greek armor and wore a helmet with a bright red crest. When she took off the helmet her dark curly hair slipped out and gave you a better look at her face.

“Her name is Y/n,” You swore Luke was scowling. “Play nice.”

“Am I not allowed to meet the girl we almost died trying to find?” She faked offense. 

“You were in the cave.” You remembered. “You thought I was dead.” 

“You looked dead.” She shrugged. “So what are you two doing out here?”“Y/n’s gonna try her hand at some combat.” Luke explained.

“Perfect.” Clarisse said menacingly. She grabbed a chestplate off the rack and held it out to you. “I’ll take the first round.”

“Clarisse, I don’t think-” Luke started but you cut him off.

“Let’s do it.” You eagerly took the chestplate and a sword off of the wall. Something about Clarisse invigorated you. Luke looked at you wearily but figured he was quick enough to stop Clarisse before she killed you. You and Clarisse were stationed about 6 feet away from each other, you armed with a sword and her with a spear. Before you even realized you’d begun she stormed forward, her spear pointed towards you. You took a step to the side to avoid being impaled and she quickly redirected the tip of her spear to follow you but you went under the head of the spear with your sword blade, sending the tip of her spear towards the sky. You took a swipe at her with your sword but she quickly deflected. While you were recovering from your failed attack she slashed the head of her spear down. You stepped back to avoid the spear hitting your face but the tip of the spearhead tore into your shoulder causing you to whine in pain.

“Y/n!” Luke cried out and he began to run to your side but you held out your hand telling him to stop. Your face flushed hot with anger. You weren’t mad at Clarisse, it was a fight and people get hurt. You had always been easy to set off especially in competition. 

“It’s just a cut,” You stared Clarisse down. “Let’s keep going.”

“I like this girl.” She laughed before rushing forward again with a giddy smile before taking a stab at you. You took one hand off of your sword and grabbed the shaft of the spear as tightly as you could. She pulled and pulled but couldn’t get the spear free from your grasp. You picked your foot up and landed a hard kick in her stomach sending both of you flying backwards. Despite your best efforts you lost grip on your sword but went down with the spear. You both stumbled to your feet and when you did were both met with a blade under your chins. You with her spear and her with your sword. A draw. She laughed and lowered the sword and you did the same.

“Good to know we didn’t risk our lives for someone completely useless.” You thought that was a compliment coming from Clarisse.

“Let me see your arm.” Luke panicked as he rushed over to you. He grabbed your arm and began examining the cut on your shoulder. The cloth of your Camp Half-Blood was torn and the gash was bleeding much more than you had realized. “Let’s get you to the big house.”

The entire walk to the big house Luke muttered under his breath how it was so stupid to fight Clarisse and it wasn’t until after a few of the Apollo kids treated your wound he admitted that he was impressed. Saying that of course you still couldn’t compare to his sword skills.

I would love to hear feedback! &lt;3

Taglist: @fudosl @lenasvoid

[seiya234]

happy tauniversary

this post is kind of late, because i was out with my kid all day at the corn maze.

a lot has changed since we started TAU

ten years ago I had been in maryland all of two months. my then-fiancee and i had moved from texas, where we both had lived our entire lives. i was not only planning our wedding (in texas!) but i was also starting my ph.d.

to say that i had a lot going on would be a huge understatement.

i had just gotten into gravity falls via tumblr- shout out to whoever made a gif set from 'the hand that rocks the mabel'- when i ran across zoey's original two to three posts. to this day i couldn't entirely tell you why my brain seized on this au, other than it did and it immediately went into hyperfocus mode.

before TAU, i hadn't really written any fanfic except for some discworld au and some drabbles here and there. but a post about future niblings really inspired me and before i knew it i was writing.

i started messaging @zillychu a LOT and god bless their heart they humored me and answered back. after about a month of accumulated posts they created the blog and began to mod it with @homebeccer and @ghostfiish . There was a brief period where @zillychu was thinking about stepping back from the blog and because i was an extremely over eager beaver, i practically kicked down the door of their inbox and begged to be a mod.

the rest, as they say, is history.

i had absolutely zero idea that this would last ten years. when i joined, i had no idea that we'd have a skype channel and then two (two!) discords, that there would be a wiki, that there would be fanvids and tiktoks and cosplay and of course the literal terabytes of fic and art.

to this day, it still thrills me to no end that y'all make art and fic of my OCs. never in my wildest dreams as a tiny baby weeb would i have ever thought that THAT would be a possibility.

a lot has changed for me in these ten years. i got married. i recently got divorced. i had a baby, and now that baby is a big girl and in kindergarten. it took dont-ask-how-long but i finally got the ph.d and now shamelessly introduce myself as Dr. Seiya everywhere i go.

and i made friends. @haberdashing and @avafalls from our early days (hey habby and avagator!) @skia-oura sent me a beautiful baby kimono from their home in Japan and I still have the beautiful log and flower arrangement @oreramar made me one christmas. (the hot chocolate is long gone lol) i've enjoyed so very deeply getting to know @toothpastecanyon, @feferipeixes and @avespecora (sorry i missed the eclipse!) i almost got detained at the canadian border for @marypsue (spoiler alert, don't tell canadian immigration you're staying with a friend from the internet but you don't know their home address)

the blog almost got deleted. we've had mods come and go as life happens and moves on. the blog is old enough i've been able to see trends happen, and characters become popular, fade away... then coming roaring back again. i've personally told the mods two times that i was stepping back from the blog For Real For Real (for real this time) because life was catching up to me and I just wasn't as in to it as I used to be only to come slinking back like the dirty liar I am. i see in your notes all the time that you all have been reading this since you were tweenagers which ngl does make me feel the cold breath of the grave on my mid-thirties back but also warms my heart.

@transcendence-au changed my life, and for the better.

thank you @zillychu for making a random one off hc post that exploded into something i don't think you could have ever predicted.

and thank you all (yes, you. you in the back. i like your shirt.) for your support and your love.

[kairiscorner]

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

ok but like imagine miguel finding your social media and like

miguel was never one to initiate having a social media account, he found it as a worthless distraction from such important work, it was an idle indulgence for attention-hungry people that he found no interest in. you did a whole lot of convincing to get him to sign up for an instagram, when every time you pitched the idea to him, he always declined before you could even finish.

it was only when lyla made an instagram account for miguel by your request that he was finally introduced to the world of social media. "i still believe it was because you wanted an instagram." miguel muttered as lyla kept a tab open, scrolling and liking through the spider people in the spider society's posts. "so what if i did? you need it anyway." she responded as miguel side-eyed her. "what would i even need it for?" "stalking them!" lyla said cheerily, pertaining to you, who kept urging miguel to get social media.

"i would neve–" miguel was about to speak up, but his monitor's display was replaced by the image of your instagram's profile. "they went on vacation, right? i'm betting they posted a lot of photos about it. according to my statistics, they post every 25 minutes on the–" "i'm not looking through this." miguel said as he tried exiting the tab, but lyla had it locked on his monitor. "just give in, mig." she said with a teasing tone as miguel grumbled.

reluctantly, miguel did as the AI assistant said, and scrolled through your account. he scrolled through picture after picture, and though he enjoyed seeing these pictures of you... he was unsure of what exactly he was supposed to do. "so what do i do, just keep scrolling?" "you hit that little heart icon, see what happens." lyla suggested, and miguel did as he was told. "...okay, what now?" he asked her, confused. "wait for it..."

suddenly, a message appeared in miguel's inbox. lyla opened it for him, and it was from you. "YOU GOT INSTA??????" was your message to him, with little screaming cat emojis following the message. lyla teased miguel as he typed out his reply. "i did." he messaged, while you replied almost immediately. "and i see you liked my pic <3" "i did?" "yeah, i'm glad you like what you saw :>" "no problem and they really were adorable to look at."

"'adorable'? really?" lyla asked him, unimpressed as miguel's face got all flustered. "mind your business." he snapped back as he got a reply from you. "i'll be the first one to like all your pics, boss (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧" miguel chuckled to himself a little when he saw that kaomoji in your message and smiled as he thought of you waiting for him to post something for you to like.

the sound of a camera shutter was heard next to miguel as lyla went on her end of miguel's instagram and posted a photo of miguel smiling widely and getting all flustered in the face. your username was tagged in the caption as lyla hit 'post', and soon... miguel got the notification: you liked his photo. miguel's eyes widened at two things: you liked his photo, he posted a photo? miguel turned to face lyla as she grinned, folded her arms over her chest and mouthed him a 'nailed it' before she logged off.

miguel wasn't too mad about it, he could figure out how to delete it on his own, but a part of him didn't want to. the fact you liked it... it sent a warmth through his whole body and made him smile a little wider. maybe he'd keep this whole social media thing going, it wouldn't hurt, right?

[glowettee]

Hi Mindy! (can i call you Mindy?)

It's me again.

I have loads of projects i desperately need to do, but the thing is, they're all online! And whenever i do online work, i go down the usual rabbit hole. Tumblr, Tiktok, and more!1 I ned ways to stay FOCUSED!!!!!

And also, any shifting/manifesting advice from the mother herself? I've manifested small shit, but nothing HUGE, like LIFE-ALTERING, funnily, because that's the ones i really want.

TYSMMMMM!!

how to stay focused on online projects (without falling down the rabbit hole) ✧˖°

hey angel, i totally get it. online work is a blessing and a curse. one minute you’re deep into your project, and the next, you’re three hours into a tiktok spiral or reading conspiracy theories on tumblr. it happens to the best of us. but let’s break the cycle because you deserve to get things done (and actually feel good about it).

let’s get into it.

so sorry this reply was late, i constantly have new messages in my tumblr inbox and lost track of this message you sent 'til now. love you <3 - mindy

(and yes, you can call me mindy!)

✧˖° romanticize your workspace

okay, first things first: make your workspace too cute to abandon. i’m serious. if your desk feels like a productivity oasis, you’ll naturally want to stay there.

➼ light a candle (bonus points if it’s a scent that reminds you of libraries or coffee shops)

➼ add a few aesthetic sticky notes with motivational quotes or little to-do lists

➼ keep only one drink on your desk (water or coffee/tea), so you’re not tempted to wander off for refills

➼ use a cute, minimal desktop wallpaper to set the mood. something calming, not distracting

➼ put your phone in a different room. i know it’s painful, but trust me, it’s a game-changer

mindy’s tip:

try using an app like forest that plants a virtual tree when you focus. seeing a cute little forest grow while you work feels surprisingly rewarding.

✧˖° digital declutter before you start

seriously, babe, open tabs are the death of productivity. if you’ve got pinterest, tumblr, and three youtube videos lined up, you’re practically begging to get distracted.

➼ close everything that’s not directly related to your project. be ruthless.

➼ bookmark important tabs so you don’t feel like you’re losing something by closing them

➼ use a distraction-blocking extension like stayfocusd or cold turkey to limit your time on distracting sites

➼ (biggest tip) create a separate user profile just for work. log into your school/project accounts there and leave social media behind.

mindy’s tip:

make a shortcut to your “work” profile on your desktop. just clicking that instead of your usual browser can trigger a more focused mindset.

✧˖° trick your brain with a “study/work starter pack”

sometimes, your brain just needs a little ritual to know it’s time to work. create a pre-study/work routine that you actually enjoy:

➼ 5-minute journal entry to clear your mind

➼ stretch or do a quick yoga flow to wake up your body

➼ put on a lo-fi playlist (i love anything that feels like a rainy day in a cafe)

➼ set a specific goal for the session. just one. keep it simple and achievable

mindy’s tip:

make your study/work starter pack feel indulgent. choose a cute notebook, pick a special pen, and make your coffee or tea just the way you like it. romanticize it.

✧˖° micro goals and mini rewards

sometimes, the problem isn’t just the distractions. it’s feeling overwhelmed. break your project into bite-sized tasks, and reward yourself for every little win.

➼ write a checklist, but make it pretty (cute doodles are a must)

➼ give yourself tiny rewards: a piece of chocolate after 20 minutes of focused work, or a quick dance break

➼ keep a visual tracker. a progress bar or a flower you fill in petal by petal works great

➼ switch locations if your energy is dropping. just moving from your desk to the floor can give you a mental reset

mindy’s tip:

when you’re deep into a task, leave a small note for your future self to come back to. something like, “you’ve got this. pick up from here!” it keeps the momentum alive.

✧˖° manifesting the big stuff: life-altering magic

you’ve already proven you can manifest the small things... now it’s time to scale up. the biggest secret? act like the version of yourself who already has it. (LOA)

➼ visualize your desired outcome daily. be super specific. what are you wearing? who’s with you? how do you feel?

➼ create a vision board, but make it interactive. add notes and affirmations next to your images. say them out loud when you look at it.

➼ talk about your desires in the present tense. instead of “i want to be successful,” say, “i am successful, and i’m attracting new opportunities every day.”

➼ detach from the outcome. manifesting isn’t about obsessing over results. it’s about embodying that energy and trusting it’ll come to you.

mindy’s tip:

make a manifestation jar. write your desires on little slips of paper, fold them, and put them in a cute jar. every time you doubt yourself, read one aloud and remind yourself that you’re capable of attracting it.

✧˖° romanticize the process

the biggest secret to staying focused and manifesting big things? make the process feel beautiful. even if it’s the way you set up your desk, the affirmations you say, or the playlists you choose, let every part of it feel special.

you don’t have to be perfect. you just have to be intentional. i believe in you.

💌 let me know how it goes. i’m rooting for you!

if you need me to make a longer manifesting post, let me know.

[danieyells]

. . .I could've sworn I did Ritsu's already. Apparently not. Yuri's one of my favorites and he's the one I chose in the beginning so I'm saving his for when I'm a little better rested(I have Monday off because of another doctor's appointment, so that's the lastest i'll post it)

RITSU IS SO. . .I LOVE HIM. I'll rag on him a lot because he's so tunnel visioned and just like. . .repressed. And he needs to touch grass(figuratively) but also. . .when you've been set from childhood to work and care only for your work and only know your work. . .it's understandable that he is the way he is. . . .

The way he changes as his affinity goes up is very repressed too. . .but you can still see the change at the end a little. He's a very stagnant character. . .but still interesting to look into the mannerisms of.

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"Any self-respecting inspector would stay comfortably ahead of schedule—I suggest you get into the habit. Let's go—there's no time to waste."

dude this is the 'you've logged in for the first time today' dialogue why are you assuming that i must be late! rude.

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"Did you check that notification yet? We could have a request from a client, so please do so right away."

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"I have been assigned to Sinostra, so I will not allow them to stand trial, no matter how villainous their actions. That is the Shinjo family policy."

"I shall ensure the Gala is held this year, and that Sinostra will wear the Laurel Crown. I have never made a promise I couldn't keep."

boy i can't wait for that to fall through--he, respectfully, needs the humbling.

"I've read the Compendium of Laws countless times since I was a child. Memorizing its contents is a rite of passage for the eldest son of the Shinjo family."

and somehow it ended up an artifact he can use as a weapon? I really wanna know what it does tbh.

"What business do you have with me? Please keep in mind that I charge 5500 yen per half hour for consultations, tax inclusive."

(roughly $35USD, although it's faster to just think of it as $55--) WE ARE BUSINESS PARTNERS. WHAT ARE YOU CHARGING A MFER FOR.

"As long as I have a notebook, my business cards, a binder, paper, and my voice recorder, I can handle the initial stages of any case."

i need my binder every day too ritsu.

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"{PC}. Are you aware of the responsibility your position as inspector entails? I suggest you tidy your appearance and wipe that vacant look from your face."

they do not need to be aesthetically in order to be inspector. as long as they're paying attention it may even be better to look vacant. lure them into a false sense of security. also it's easier to pay attention if you're comfortable, in my experience. . . .

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"You've lost your notebook? Just a moment. ...At 9:04 AM, it was inside the photocopier. Yes, I do have that information recorded."

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Have you seen Taiga Hoshibami? Strange... According to my behavioral model, he should be in the casino at this time..."

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"At the end of each day, I compile information about every person I encountered in my notebook. It always proves useful eventually."

yandere adjacent behavior, except it's for everyone and not just one person lolol

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"The vice-captain has asked me to organize some documents. Let's start by making copies of everything in case the originals become lost or damaged."

Romeo has a line that references this as well!

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I always have my business cards on hand. It should go without saying—any lawyer who fails to gain their client's trust during the first meeting is not worth their salt."

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"A post-meal coffee must be drunk black. Unnecessary additives only interfere with the natural flavor."

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Until the age of three, I spent my days visiting the greatest sights the world has to offer with my mother, as from four my studies would prevent me from doing so."

is that child abuse? i think that's child abuse. you learn the source of ritsu's problems very early on in his affinity--he has had zero normal social interaction opportunities and no childhood. From birth until he stopped being a toddler he was just flying around the world looking at beautiful things, no stability in his location or world aside from the presence of his mother, and then he went home and probably basically got locked away to study law the moment he could sort of read. His whole existence was molding him to work. . .Subaru is similar, even down to what age they were forced to start preparing to work at. But Subaru is at least better adjusted, probably because acting awarded him better opportunities to try and think about how other people think.

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"According to my behavioral model, there is a 29% chance that Taiga Hoshibami is currently at the baccarat table."

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"I review the day's coursework for two hours then prepare for the next day's classes for three— no more, and no less. Six more minutes of silence, please."

WHERE DO THE RECORDINGS COME IN TO THIS. This mans somehow has 40 hour days. Maybe his artifact slows down time or something lol

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"Good morning, {PC}. We have a meeting at 3 PM today, so please adjust your plans accordingly."

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Darkwick Rulebook Article 183: "For the protection of anomalies, unnecessary running indoors is prohibited." This rule has been in place for over one hundred years."

wait how old is this school? how old is the Institute???

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"All right. We need to organize our notes from today's investigation, so let's relocate to the diner. Our usual booth, of course."

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"The content of our classes may be novel, but I topped the year in the scholastic ability test—they are nothing I can't handle."

so among the first years' scholastic ability tests, Ritsu was 1st, Leo was 2nd, Sho was 5th. Considering there are only four new first year ghouls then that must include the general students too. I wonder where Ren placed? Probably not very high. But still, Ritsu is a genius. . .or at least very very good at memorizing information. Lots of book smarts, minimal other smarts.

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"As your business partner, I request that you improve your conduct. Please refrain from consenting to any further uncompensated labor."

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Our Anomalous Law classes are truly fascinating. There is a long history well worth learning about— though of course, I have already mastered the basics."

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"I cannot afford to be complacent, even before bedtime. It's vital that I check the day's notes again to ensure nothing has been missed."

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I set time aside in the evening to watch opera performances online. It allows me to get my thoughts in order, and provides a change of pace."

when??? what time??? because he has to review all of the audio recordings and notes from the whole day--what time does he have to do anything in???

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"I just finished checking my recordings from today. You sighed a total of four times— is something troubling you?"

i love the vibe of this. rather than silently nothing your sighing and potential exhaustion or scolding you for not caring for yourself, he expresses concern towards you. also, it's so soft yandere. like he already records everything you say and do, to confront you over it on top of that he shamelessly defends his recording and notetaking. . .if not for that he recorded everyone it would really be so yandere lolol. instead it's just his odd and overbearing way of showing he's beginning to care.

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"You struggle to get up in the morning? I can contact you each day at a set time if you like, but I'll have to think about how much to charge..."

affinity 20 and my guy still wants to charge for his time. . .we're gonna have to teach him to have A Singular Normal Social Connection aren't we. and we're probably gonna fail.

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"You wish to have lunch with me? All right. We are business partners, so I will accompany you free of charge."

wait maybe i spoke too soon.

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"This is for you, {PC}— it's the takeout coffee I often purchase. Your performance will decline if your mind isn't sharp."

his increased attachment is shown in the bare minimum of understanding normal human social interaction and caring for you by sharing his things and his time without charge. In trying to make you the best you(from his perspective) that you can be. Because that's what his parents did for him--so surely that's the best expression of love he has, aside from obsessive study and understanding.

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I feel we made solid progress toward the reinstatement of the Gala today. Let's reconvene again tomorrow and continue working together to realize our goal."

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Could I ask you to accompany me a little longer, {PC}? I realize it's outside of business hours, but...I would appreciate it if you could make a special exception."

He wants to spend time with you. And he's realizing he can just ask that. But he's so entrenched in legal and business mannerisms he doesn't know how to say "i want to be around you for longer". You're his business partner. It's bad form to request your attention outside of work, it has no value towards your goals and business efforts, but. . .that he's making a sort of formal appeal for your attention outside of work is as far as he can get in terms of expressing his affection right now.

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"It seems we make better business partners than I would have expected. I look forward to a long and prosperous relationship with you."

kind of comical that his max affinity line is still so formal after a more friendly 'please spend time with me late at night' 24th. . .but also, he wants you to be his business partner for longer. i think that counts towards something! It's a reason to stay with you! Maybe over the course of your business partnership he'll learn how to express deeper feelings. . .he's going to need an heir, after all--

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"There has been a noticeable increase in reports of suspicious activity of late. More incidents means more business. Be prepared."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"You have a petal in your hair. A little more to the right. No, not there. Just let me remove it. Hold still."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Indeed, the cherry blossoms are in bloom. Incidentally, Japan's oldest cherry blossom tree can be found in Yamanashi Prefecture and is estimated to be 2000 years old."

ritsu would probably kill at historical trivia night.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I had tempura at the cafeteria today. It didn't come close to the tempura I would eat with my father at the historic soba restaurant we used to frequent though."

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"This one is for my face, and this is for my body. I have six handkerchiefs with me— enough for morning, noon, and night. I cannot let my opponents see me sweat."

why's this giving me ace attorney prosecutor energy. . . . .

(between 11am and 4pm)

"I witnessed a half-naked man running around in this vicinity. Did you see him? He is risking a charge of indecent exposure."

but we saw Kaito in his underwear and you said that meant he wasn't at risk of indecent exposure. . . . . . . .

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"The warmer it gets, the more of a racket people make. Honestly, how were these people raised?"

to relax and have fun during the summer break. . .you should give it a try.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"You want to go and watch the fireworks? A rather childish request, but all right. So? Where would one go to view them?"

FIREWORKS DATE FIREWORKS DATE just don't touch him without getting his consent first that could be counted as sexual harassment and he'll Get Your Ass.

Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"The weather is much more pleasant for going out on professional errands now. A first-rate lawyer keeps their boots on the ground. Now then, let's get going."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"I object to the cultural assumption that fall is the season of the arts. The arts should be enjoyed throughout the year, regardless of the season."

you and yuri would get along well i think. until you realize the guy is a medical malpractice suit waiting to happen. then you'd criticize him and he would take that so poorly.

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Once I've perused the relevant documents in the library, I plan on doing some reading. Please excuse me."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"The nights may grow longer in the fall, but daylight hours should not affect the time you rise and retire. I'll see you tomorrow."

Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"I have detected a change in how Taiga Hoshibami divides his time since the weather has taken a cold turn. It has created quite a quandary for me..."

yeah he doesn't like getting out of bed when it's cold. he also eats a lot more, like a bear about to hibernate. shockingly behavior patterns tend to change with the seasons.

(between 11am and 4pm)

"I've never experienced snowfall heavy enough to obstruct my movement, but I'd like to deepen my knowledge of the phenomenon for future reference."

to frostheim then! i'm sure that place is just awful for movement in winter.

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"I'm heading to the diner to fulfill a request from Ren Shiranami. Perhaps I shall enjoy a warm bowl of soup while I'm there."

. . .I wonder if this is an Obey Me!Raphael situation where he has no grasp of that the food is not good. . . .

(between 8pm and 5am)

"People say that hard work is the key to success, but it only took me a year to master German—as was the case with Italian and French."

His birthday: (January 13th)

"Indeed, today is my birthday. I've always celebrated this day by enjoying my mother's cooking, but from this year I am striving for a more self-reliant existence."

MAMA'S BOY MAMA'S BOY tbf up until he was 3 his mother was probably his only social connection and then he was locked away studying so. . .his mom is probably the only one he has like. . .personal feelings and attachment for. you'll be a tradwife too :) but also that he's trying to be more self-reliant at darkwick. . .that really does explain that he's like. not used to any sort of social interaction or doing things he hasn't been told to do by his parents. maybe in his time at darkwick he'll realize how good it feels to just. . .be a person. dedicate time to fun and relaxation. realize that work isn't everything. or maybe he'll be so judgemental towards the lifestyles of others he'll retreat even further into his current habits.

Your birthday:

"Happy birthday. A year older, a year wiser. I have high hopes for your performance in the coming year."

New Years: (January 1st)

"Happy New Year. Let's devote these next 365 days—or 8760 hours—to finding fitting solutions to the challenges that come our way."

what if it's a leap year. can we take the extra day off?

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"Thank you for the chocolates. Are you gifting them to me out of social obligation, or is this an expression of affection? Your answer will influence what you receive in return."

(for the uninitiated, that is very much a thing in Japan where on valentine's day a girl give some men in her life--like coworkers--obligation chocolates, which are generally not as nice and most likely store bought, although this practice is losing ground. friends get friendship chocolate and you give people you're actually attracted to or in a relationship more extravagant, expensive, or homemade chocolates to express your true feelings or a desire to be in a relationship with them. Ritsu is essentially asking 'is this because we're coworkers or are you asking me out' because White Day is the day for return gifts in response to given valentine's day gifts, and in the case of chocolates given to someone you wanna go out with they can act as a response to that proposal. presumably if you're asking him out he wants to give you chocolate to agree to get with you, since he's bothering to ask. . . .

White Day: (March 14th)

"White Day has its roots in Japan, having been invented by a certain historic confectionery shop. With that knowledge, please accept this."

'here's some trivia. and some chocolates. we are now in a relationship. should this be as fruitful as our business partnership, we can discuss marriage plans within the year.'

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"The spreading of false rumors is subject to strict punishment under Article 233 of the Penal Code. Do you still intend to continue this ruse?"

NO FUN ALLOWED.

Halloween: (October 31st)

"Coercing another party to choose between a "trick" or a "treat" could amount to intimidation. Engage in such festivities at your own risk."

NO FUN ALLOWED PART TWO: ILLEGAL BOOGALOO.

Christmas: (December 25th)

"Religious freedom is guaranteed by Article 20 of the Constitution. If this is a day that you wish to celebrate, then I will accept that."

he can't make you work on religious holidays you need off!!

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"Five seconds have elapsed. Yes, that is how long you've kept me waiting."

(13 affinity and above)

"How long do you intend to keep me waiting? As always, I am on a tight schedule today. Please hurry up."

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"I've been expecting you, {PC}. You weren't planning on breaking your promise to me, were you?"

SUCH A HARD-WORKING, SOCIALLY INEPT LAD. But Ritsu's a lot of fun, I give him a lot of shit and i desperately need him to touch some grass and get a reality check and learn about how others live and maybe experiment. . .but like i love him for being such a little shit. he's so. . .ignorant to the rest of the world and how other people are. . .i love seeing him try and dissect other people's behavior and intentions and coming to the conclusion that they must want the same things as him because he just. . .has no grasp of interests and intentions that aren't his own. . . . It makes me facepalm but also makes me laugh 8'D good boy. quality boy.

[the-most-humble-blog]

The Prattle Paradox:

Feminism Is Not a Medical Permit to Be a Horrible F🔥cking Human

📢 Just because you're oppressed by gravity doesn’t mean you're entitled to a stranger’s attention. Sit down. Log off. And maybe touch some grass.

🧼 Exorcism Begins: The Weaponized “Empowerment” Era

There was a time feminism stood for something. Equal pay, voting rights, not being traded for livestock — all valid. All noble. What we’ve got now?

🥴 A trauma-fueled MLM run by women who think disagreeing with them is violence.

This new “wave” isn’t feminism. It’s emotional racketeering.

Hijacked by wounded Karens with a WordPress blog.

Mutated into a passive-aggressive religion where validation is God and dissent is heresy.

Preached not from pulpits, but DMs. Unsolicited. Unhinged. Unread.

You don’t stand for women. You sit in men’s inboxes screaming at memes like they killed your hamster.

📣 “Just wondering why you’d post this while women are dying in Gaza—” Girl. It’s a TikTok of a guy cooking eggs.

That’s not feminism. That’s cortisol in heels.

📉 Your Message Was Received. And Deleted. Immediately.

Let’s play out what really happens after you send that volcanic, performative, emotionally constipated DM:

Opens it mid-poop.

Sees 13 swipes of text.

Screenshots to the boys:

“LMAO she’s back again 😭”

They laugh.

Deleted.

Life goes on.

You're still typing.

Meanwhile, you think you’re a disruptor. In reality, you’re just the group chat’s court jester.

He doesn’t remember your name. He remembers the unhinged monologue you delivered over a meme about bacon. She — yes, his wife — remembers it too. Because they laughed together. At you.

👑 And you call that “holding men accountable”?

Nah. That’s emotional littering. And sis, you’re the raccoon.

😤 You Don’t Get a Personality Just by Having a Uterus

This is where we turn up the volume — because someone has to say it with their whole chest:

🛑 Feminism does not grant you moral superiority. 🛑 A uterus is not a certificate in ethics. 🛑 And trauma is not a license to be a walking internet aneurysm.

You are not a “badass.” You are just bad at communication.

And that isn’t empowerment. That’s unresolved daddy issues with a data plan.

Stop DMing strangers like they owe you closure for your last three ghostings. Stop responding to memes like you’re testifying at the Hague. Stop calling yourself “unapologetic” when you’re just unaccountable.

🪦 "But I Was Just Speaking My Truth…”

No, love. You were emotionally masturbating in someone else’s DMs without consent.

You weren’t brave. You were spam. And just because you felt “something” while typing it, doesn’t mean anyone else should have to read it.

⚠️ Feelings ≠ Facts. Your digital temper tantrum isn’t a think piece. It’s not activism. It’s desperation dressed in Canva fonts.

🧃 Why You Keep Getting Left on Read (Spoiler: It’s You)

You know that chronic ache that hits after you fire off a DM to a guy who "needs to hear the truth," only to get left on read?

That ache is called accountability. And you are severely allergic.

Men aren’t “avoiding accountability.” They’re avoiding you.

Because you don’t talk to them. You talk at them. With the tone of a divorced HR rep who hasn’t had a clitoral twitch since Obama’s first term.

And guess what?

👑 Nobody listens to someone performing pain like it’s a resume skill.

🤡 You Are the Meme Now

“This is exactly why women aren’t taken seriously—” Because you turned feminism into a skit.

You made it the punchline.

Now every time you DM a man about his “toxic masculinity,” he doesn't feel called out. He feels glad you’re single.

👏 You’re not empowering women. You’re inspiring vasectomies.

💀 If You Were on Fire, He Still Wouldn’t…

Let’s go nuclear:

If you were on fire, the man you DM’d wouldn’t piss on you to put it out.

Not because he’s evil. But because you earned that apathy.

You’ve harassed. You’ve spammed. You’ve projected. You’ve belittled. You’ve turned every space into your therapy room.

And you want him — a total stranger — to validate your trauma? Baby, even Siri tuned out.

💅 TL;DR:

Feminism ≠ moral invincibility.

Trauma ≠ authority.

Your DMs are not sacred scrolls.

No one is reading your rants except the group chat.

You’re not a movement. You’re meme fodder.

Stop being offended by things you willingly read.

**You’re not "disrupting misogyny." You’re building a highlight reel of rejection.

📣 So here’s the call:

Put down the iPhone. Pick up some self-awareness. Log off. Go outside. Touch literally anything that’s not male attention.

And for the love of cat hair — 🛑 Stop DMing men who don’t even know you exist.

⚖️⚖️⚖️ LEGAL DISCLAIMER (READ IT TWICE, KAREN): This digital content is legally protected under free speech and expressive commentary. If this triggered a full-body hot flash of rage, that’s not harassment — that’s the Constitution doing its job. This post contains nothing defamatory, discriminatory, or illegal. It simply makes too much f🔥cking sense. ⚖️ Your offense is not our liability. ⚖️ Your projection is not our problem. ⚖️ Your inbox rants are still getting deleted. This is a lawful transmission of digital opinion for grown-ups. If that’s not you, find the exit.

🔁 REBLOG if you're done letting the emotionally unstable weaponize gender. 💬 Drop a comment with your favorite “she really thought this was a TED Talk” moment. 📩 DM your worst unsolicited essay from a DM warrior. We'll frame it in gold. 📢 Tag someone who needs this tattooed on their soul. �� Save this for the next time a “not all men” debate pops up under a meme about eggs.

[wings-of-ink]

Looking for your Input for IF Patreon

Hello my friends and neighbors! I hope you are all safe and well. I had some things to share with you and I am once again fishing for thoughts and opinions.

Like many of us who create these IFs, I am strongly considering a Patreon. I have no plans to go exclusively to Patreon, so don't fret. I want to make extra content to go along with any IF I work on, and I'd like to be able to put more things into these projects such as real art (including character portraits), and not just the stuff I flounder through on Canva. I'd like to pay my artist a fair wage and devote more of my time to this. Getting some support would help me allocate even more to these projects and extras. I'm testing the waters here to see if it's sustainable for both myself and subscribers as well. I do not know what timeframe I'm looking at to start this either.

I only want to do this if it's worth the while for everybody, so I'm putting out feelers and asking for your input.

Most of all - I want to know what you want in a Patreon sub. I also want to know what you feel to be a fair sub price for different tiers. Over the years, when I have been able, I have subbed to help support my favorite creators at all different levels. So, I have some ideas on what I am looking for in a subscription, what keeps me coming back, and what prices are both fair for the effort of the creator as well as for my pocket. But, what suits me may not be what you want, so that's why I need some feedback.

Below, I have compiled my ideas, so far, for possible tiers. None of these are set in stone, just a framework to build on to see if I'm on the right track. At the bottom is a poll (of course, it's like my favorite thing), and is probably the first of a few about this topic I will use. I welcome comments and suggestions on this topic. Tell me what you are looking for in a Patreon. What do you want from one each month? What keeps you subscribed? Please feel free to comment below or to send comments and suggestions via the Ask inbox, especially if you prefer to be anon (do let me know if you do not want your response posted - I may post some that either have questions or that I find relevant to the conversation).

I still do not know for certain what the ultimate future of God-Cursed will look like (meaning when it is all finished). I've played with the idea of eventually refining it to sell on itch and/or Steam. I have to admit that being able to do so would really feel like a huge accomplishment to me. I've always had dreams of being published and such, and it feels like a part of that dream. I, personally, prefer to buy IFs through either platform whenever I can. It supports my favorite authors, shows my appreciation, it compiles my favorite stories into an easy-to-find library, and I can relive my favorite stories over and over easily. So, needless to say, this is calling to me more and more.

Anyway, what I have come up with so far for possible offerings are these. Please let me know if something like this would work for you or if you have any suggestions for improvement:

An appreciation/tip jar - if the other tiers aren't for you or you just want to give a little love. Subscribers could get updates and public posts, and participation in polls.

A "Supporter" level - all the other stuff plus GC demo releases 1 month (30 days) in advance. I debated about the time, but I want to really make the early access feel worth it. This level would also be privy to some "insider" info (things cut, character development, the egregious typos, etc…). Of course there would be some sort of dev-log to go with this as well.

A "Plus" tier - all the above plus early release of demos for other IFs, more "behind the scenes" type things, and I'm thinking some POVs and other extra content (some interactive) such as short stories. These extras need not be exclusive to IFs either if anyone is interested in other things I write.

"SMUT" or "Spicy" tier - (being very honest, I'd be the most excited for this tier, lol) all the above including all things smut for each IF. This will include interactive extras, short stories, and any other horny content we want. Likely will run some polls and take suggestions for the spice you desire each month.

"Smut plus" (lol) - all the above, PLUS a patreon-only IF that I will have in the works (so, access to 3 projects in total). I have an idea for an IF that will focus on 1 RO at a time (each with their own complete and unique story within the same world), and I am itching to write it even if updates for it will be a bit slow. It will be more like a traditional dating sim type thing and may comprise all sorts of genres. This may be one that would be good for just subscribing on months that will have updates, and that's something I would probably post about publicly so if you're just interested in getting access, you don't have to worry about staying subbed.

And finally a sort of "Power Supporter" tier - this may be like a limited number sort of thing and be a bit pricey (not sure yet how much). You'd get a custom interactive story set in whatever world of mine you want that can be spicey or not. You'd give me all your MC's details (mostly cannon things but some liberties could be taken), physical traits and personality, and pick your RO and/or other desired characters. I'd take prompts or ideas from you as well concerning what you'd like in the story. You want a sexcapade - you can have that. You want to have tea with Oswin and his weird twin sisters - you got it. The main limitations are spoilers, of course, especially for any mystery ROs depending on when and if this all comes to pass. There may be some subject-matter that I will not write about, but I'd let you know what is out of bounds for me.

Naturally, I would also pop your name in the credits, I just don't know which tier that should go on.

So, there you have it. This has been on my mind for a while and I've gotten some questions and messages asking about if I will do something like this, so I'd like to give it a go at least.

Looking forward to hearing your ideas and desires! ^_^

~Lunan

[susicheng]

 .𖥔 ݁ ˖⌗﹒ the truth we share

chapter 2: quietchaos is typing

wc: 1,804 next in series: where shadows speak

receiving anonymous tips was nothing new to you. oftentimes they were just recycled theories from web threads you had already done a deep dive on. people trying to sound smart, wanting to impress a faceless girl on the internet. the notifications clogging up your inbox were normal. 

what wasn’t normal, however, was the content of these notifications. amongst all of the inappropriate compliments (seriously, who used true crime podcasts to find a nice voice to get off to?) were a series of messages from the same user. each message was a couple of hours apart from the last, as though this person was considering what they wanted to reveal in the time between each tip.

they started off as many other messages you received regularly. a simple:

“there must be something deeper going on.”

“too many questions were left unanswered by this case.”

observations on your own theories, additions referencing widely known conspiracies. nothing to raise an eyebrow about. until you got to the seventh message.

“what did she have on her when she died? there could be something in her journal.”

this particular piece of evidence was very hard to get a hold of. for some reason, the authorities did all they could to cover up what she had when she died. it had taken you hours of research, and dozens of questions to her loved ones,  to find out she even had a journal on her when she died.

that should have been enough, but it only got stranger as you read.

“was she wearing any jewelry?”

“look more closely at her necklace.”

“do any of these symbols look familiar?”

“what was she looking for?”

“what did she know?”

“what was she writing in her journal? what was she recording?”

“i might be able to help you.”

. . . logging on

. . . welcome back: nosecrets

nosecrets: alright, i’ll bite. 

how can you help?

you obviously know more than you’re letting on.

how?

quietchaos: can i trust you?

nosecrets: who am i to tell you whether or not to trust me.

that’s your decision to make.

you did say you could help, though.

quietchaos: i can.

i knew her

vaguely

nosecrets: is that how you knew about the journal?

quietchaos: no

i can’t say much online

too much is monitored on here

nosecrets: are you asking to meet in person?

quietchaos: do you want my help?

>nosecrets: *link attached*

meet me here on thursday

4pm work?

it’s usually deserted by then

quietchaos: i’ll see you then

. . . logging off 

. . . now offline: nosecrets quietchaos

you were left with more questions than you started with. a gnawing feeling encompassing you. just who was this person, and how did they know so much? you couldn’t help but worry you were getting yourself into something dangerous. whether this person was a danger to you, or this case as a whole was more than you signed up for. after all, one young girl’s life was already claimed by whatever she was seeking to uncover. who’s to say you wouldn’t be next?

. . . you have 3 notifications waiting for you

quietchaos: have you ever been inside the tunnels?

they may contain some of the answers you’re looking for

though, they might only raise more questions.

. . . logging on

. . . welcome back: nosecrets 

nosecrets: is speaking cryptically just a thing for you

or can you speak clearly

quietchaos: not on here

like i said, too much is being monitored

you should know to be cautious

nosecrets: alright

guess i’ll keep trying to decipher your code until tomorrow

quietchaos: i’ll answer what questions i can.

tomorrow

. . . logging off

. . . now offline: nosecrets quietchaos

there was something intriguing about the way this person spoke. with the hesitation and mystery of someone that had been doing this for far too long. curiosity got the better of you. was this a man? a woman? someone that knew lily, sure, but vaguely? what do they mean by that? why and how do they know so much? did they have anything to do with her disappearance?

questions were swarming in your brain, eating at you with every step you took. it was hard to focus on anything else, especially once thursday rolled around. anxiously counting down the hours, and then the minutes, until 4pm. quietchaos was like a mystery to you as well. though not as pressing as the girl in the tunnel, still consuming your every thought.

. . .  you have 1 notification waiting for you

quietchaos: i’m here. back left corner.

you glanced at the message, eyes shooting up to scan the room, directing your gaze to the left corner. there was a man there, appearing to be around your age, maybe a year or two older. his appearance was not anything you were expecting. to be honest, you thought it would be some greasy middle aged guy with nothing better to do with his life. or someone less… flamboyant? the platinum hair really wasn’t selling the whole “mysterious and cryptic” vibe he had online. 

walking quickly, you approached his table and slid into the seat across from him. judging by his lack of surprise, you assumed you had the right guy. if he wasn’t expecting anyone, he would have probably looked more appalled at your sudden appearance. 

“i wasn’t expecting you to be hot.” your filter tended to fail you at the moments you needed it most, but you were nothing if not a girl that stood by every word she said. maybe you didn’t mean to say it out loud, but it had already been heard and there was nothing to do about it now. oh well.

“what, quietchaos wasn’t giving you the freakishly handsome vibe?”

“no. i actually thought you’d either be a 13 year old using chatgpt to sound mysterious or a 50 year old man with a conspiracy board occupying every inch of your apartment.”

“would you rather i be one of those things?”

“i actually quite like the surprise of working with someone that partakes in personal hygiene, thank you.”

“lucky for you, i showered right before coming here.”

“as lovely as it is to learn about your showering habits, i was promised help.”

“you were. are you opposed to going into the tunnels?”

“what kind of question is that? are you asking me to go into the tunnels with you the first time we meet in person? because absolutely the fuck not. who’s to say you won’t kill me right then and there?”

“you’re cautious. that’s good. i just mean eventually. i think it’ll be helpful for your investigation.”

really, this guy was getting on your nerves. he’s nice to look at, for sure, but you were getting nowhere. maybe the cryptic talk was just how he communicated. “look, i get that. i’ve considered it. but why are you asking me that and not later, when i actually trust that you won’t clock me over the head with a metal pipe? did you just come here to waste my time?”

he grinned at you wolfishly. you raised an eyebrow.

“alright. you pass.”

“you—” you spluttered “that was a fucking test!? god, you are such a dick. i don’t know if i even want the info anymore.” you pushed your chair back, rolling your eyes.

“sit down. trust me, you do.” well, when he was saying it like that… it was hard to say no (so you had a weakness for pretty boys, was that really a crime?)

“alright. so you said you knew her? how?”

“you’re really getting straight into it. okay. i used to go into the tunnels a lot. tends to happen when you’re in a friend group of bored college guys without enough alcohol. i saw her down there a couple of times.”

“what? seriously? did you talk to her?”

“of course i did. i’m full of charisma. wasn’t that obvious?”

you stared at him in silence, face devoid of emotion.

“tough crowd. yes, i talked to her. not much. but i got glimpses of what was in her journal. weird shit. weird girl. she was pretty sociable when i talked to her, but if i asked what she was up to, or what she was writing, she’d get pretty defensive.”

“can you really blame her? some weird older guy came up to her in an abandoned tunnel system and started pressing her about what she was doing, how could that not freak her out? she probably thought you were out to kill her. also, didn’t you say knowing her wasn’t how you knew about the journal?”

“oh… damn i never thought about it that way. i just figured she was too shy to show a hot guy her personal stuff. and that isn’t how i knew about the journal. i can’t say that part right now.”

“jesus your ego is unbelievable. i really want to leave. this is going nowhere. all i’ve learned is that you have a crippling narcissism problem.”

“you’re the one that called me hot before even exchanging names.” he paused. “speaking of, i don’t think we ever did that. i’m jaemin.”

“oh my god. this is the least linear conversation i have ever had. i’m yn.”

“great! it is so nice to meet you. unfortunately, i really can’t reveal much else in public.”

“i’m sorry?”

“don’t be! anything could be bugged. gotta stay safe out there, yknow?”

“are you one of those guys that thinks birds are all government controlled drones?”

he pressed a hand against your mouth in a flash, glancing outside anxiously.

“shhhhshhhh. they’re everywhere. if they know you know, you’re toast.”

you noted briefly that he smelled good. like, really good. god dammit. you tore his hand away from your mouth.

“what do you wear?” truly, it was a curse to have no filter. especially in moments like these.

“... huh?”

“scent. your cologne. or perfume. what is it?”

“oh. dior ambre nuit.”

“dior? and you said you’re in college?”

“never said that. i said i was in college 3 years ago. i’m a surgeon now.”

“what the fuck. i can’t talk to you any longer. i can feel the headache forming.”

“oh great, because i actually gotta blast! next time we’ll meet at my apartment! i’ll text you!” he stood quickly and began to gather his belongings.

“what? but you don’t have my number?”

“oh. yes i do! i took it while you were busy sniffing my wrist.” he slid your phone back to you. you hadn’t even noticed it’s absence. your jaw dropped.

all you could do was watch in awe as he walked out of the cafe, offering you a wave and a wink as the door shut behind him.

what the fuck.

 .𖥔 ݁ ˖⌗﹒ the truth we share

a/n: SURPRISE!!! i didn't forget about this fic... i promise.......... i have so many ideas for this i swear i'll actually update it now..

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[whiskehorange]

Its been a very, very, long time.

I don't even really know where to even begin, thats how long it's been since I've a) posted and b) logged onto my Tumblr. It's been close to a year, even 2 since I've actively posted anything on here before taking that sudden break without any warning. It was much unexpected to me as I'm sure it was for those of you who were actively keeping up with me, but I do want to assure you guys that its nothing too devastating.

I've noticed I've only seemed to gain followers and interactions on all of my posts in the year and some I've been gone, and I not only want to thank you guys immensely, as I usually do, for that but also for such a warmer welcome than I thought I was going to see, and that eases my nerves a bit. I guess to jump right into it, aside from spending this entire post apologizing even though that's what I want to do, I'll start you guys off with a little update: I've moved! I'm in a much more positive and helpful environment than before. It's come with its very high ups and very low downs, but I've been able to accomplish more where I am right now that stuck in the depressive hole and mental health crisis's I was having a year ago.

That being said, I've gotten a stable job as well after a few months of very combative mental health issues and many doctors visits later! It's certainly a start but its decent income for me in the situations I'm in now.

On the sillier/less important side, I am still with my boyfriend, @horrormomshoe (although he hasn't touched his tumblr longer than I had) and as many of you remember my guinea pigs, I am sad to say that my poor Elon has passed away late of last year right before I moved. I do still have Eddie and he's just a silly as ever.

Other than that I can't really think of too much else that has happened besides really small things that honestly just wouldn't be fun for you guys to sit here and read, but the TLDR: I'm happy (debatable HAHA), healthy (also debatable), and in a much better position than I was before. And you know I can't end this off without another apology for such a sudden departure, and it's been stuck in the back of my mind and has harbored a lot of guilt for how I left. Now while I certainly can't guarantee I'll be spending as much time on here as I used to now that I have a full time job, but there will definitely be frequent check ins, posts, and whatnot like before. I've certainly got enough in my inbox to keep my occupied and I've really missed being on here as much as I used to. I really look forward to getting back into this a little bit at a time, I've been dying to get my energy out somehow <3