#I would love to be able to build my own sites and stuff :(

[raspberrybluejeans]

The last few days I have turned my phone off for most of the day in order to focus on school stuff since the pressure is on, its basically the last week of school for this semester.

But I have spent 2 days on this one coding assignment* (over 10 hours literally just fucking with it) and I am so frustrated I am having a hard time getting started today. Even though I know it will only make it worse to wait longer.

And after I finish this one there's another assignment to do where I have to learn a whole bunch of other stuff too ;_;

AND I have one assignment left for my other class too.

*The coding assignments have like. several sub-assignments/exercises. These sub-assignments are not graded but they are necessary to learn and do in order to do the Actual assignment. I'm only talking about working on the ACTUAL assignment here, so really I've been working on all this even longer. and just going over those practice exercises over and over 😭

[popsunner]

Hello!!! It is Christmas season! I know it is late for most of this. But when you see this I NEED you to look so hard. My mama has an Etsy shop, and she’s super self conscious about her art, she calls it a seamstress’s hobby, but it’s beautiful.

She still uses the account my sister made for them when she wanted to try business and selling art and my mom was backing her 100%, I’m working on building her a new one that’s not Etsy but I’m not sure what sites are good. Preferably any suggestions for sites would also be able to be like a gallery, for things she doesn’t want to sell or just to showcase her work! If any of my art besties or sale besties have suggestions, I would love that.

Also, if you’re looking for a nice handmade gift that’s on the pricey end because it’s handmade, her stuff is timeless. Or if you know rich people or if your parents like you enough to post Facebook posts you wrote for them. Pretty please boost for my lovely mama.

She cleans, spins, and dyes her own wool for her projects, this is a Mrs. Claus with bendable fingers she just finished for my grandma!

Especially with the boycotts and how terrible capitalism is, consider supporting a small artist who sources everything ethically!!

[ryemackerel]

my argbur’s headcanons from my own personal headcanon! his entire backstory and lore is *still* work in progress, but i managed to come up with a TON of stuff i would love to share with you all :] FYI my argbur’s lore completely deviates from the original arg, do remember this is just a fan-interpretation of argbur!!

big brain dump incoming btw!! apologies if none of it makes sense or is completely disorganized, its just a way to dispense my ideas before i forget them :)

creepy/unsettling imagery for images below the cut! mainly 2nd, 3rd, and 4th images

(first image features doodles of the headcanons and some notes!)

i like to imagine arg is a test subject gone COMPLETELY wrong. what started as an experimental test *severely* devolved into a complete amalgamation. a vision with “good” intent turned into a nightmare.

these are my ideas for my “void argbur au” :)

in the beginning, an unnamed individual, beloved and known by many, was reported missing the first week of january 1996.

the news was taken as a devastating blow to their close friends and family. for years, police would search for the location of the missing person, however to no avail. missing posters, websites, and public television announcements would spread everywhere.

(concepts of the missing person and sites featuring old photographs. missing posters and images are everywhere. the image in the top right is a distorted copy of a photograph of the missing person. the copy’s quality has greatly diminished due to the original’s poorer quality.)

years later, the individual's body was discovered. it was mutilated beyond recognition.

[this part of arg's lore is still highly work in progress!!! but i like to think an attempt to bring this person back was made. if revival wasn't possible, then a physical clone that recreated the likes of the missing individual. by whom, i'm still not sure. WHY specifically this person, i do not know. we'll perhaps figure out as i continue to build onto arg's lore. :)]

traces of this individual's dna were sampled for the experiment. the dna was then fused with an unknown, malleable, liquid-like black matter. tests with the matter are still limited. the results could vary wildly. they were working with an unstable substance, though powerful, is highly dangerous.

maybe this substance was able to shape itself into whichever subject it desired? its experimenters were unsure of the potential the substance had. it seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and they needed a way to tame it.

fast-forward to the very creation of the subject, the experiment was successful, though with the substance used, it was *wildly* unstable. the subject broke through its containment cell.

its temperature fluctuated greatly, it was unusually extremely cold. it was given a human form, but under high-stress situations, it was unable to maintain its form. several of its limbs grew and clung onto the walls. it spread about the hallways, leaving trails of matter everywhere it went.

(examples of “void arg” in his most extreme forms. 1st image is his last form, 2nd image is his various stages of forms he can undergo)

the subject was and continues to be missing. authorities continue to investigate the whereabouts of the subject.

for AGES (years?), arg has had to learn how to suppress his strongest emotions to maintain his human form. he felt that major stressful situations can result in unwanted consequences, for him and for others who might find out. this was, of course, harmful to his emotional wellbeing, but was the only way he figured how to cope with stress at the time.

he often hides in dark, secluded areas to prevent being recognized by onlookers, especially investigators or authorities.

[shatterthefragments]

hi! 💜 i'm intrigued by the Nazareth trans allegory comic [sleep token] from your wip list, if you'd like to share some thoughts about it. have a lovely day! 🌻

🫂💖💖💖💖💖 Ok ok SO!!! Nazareth Trans Allegory comic!!!

RAMBLING ON AHEAD!!!!!!!!

There’s. This is what was in my notes app so far so this is the entirety of the wip basically bc I hadn’t externalized this until I actually started to write an answer for this!!! 🫂

(Brought to you by me listening to Nazareth on repeat last week and a bit into this one so far it is number 1 on my on repeat atm and questioning if I really *have to* put off/forget about gender affirming care Despite The Horrors (bloodwork and surgery) after all I was able to get tattooed and it didn’t even put me in a dissociative tailspin.. if I get to a place I can Get Out of this house (with all my stuff))

^this is presumably from May when I started writing this out. But as of September 11 2024, Nazareth is still number 5 on my on repeat playlist as I mull this over in my head like a rotisserie chicken.

Um. I guess cw for transphobia

And also brought to you by me starting to type:

This is probably nothing but “let’s fuck her up” referring to the girl that

(They all think you are)

And then Promptly abandoning it to go NAZARETH TRANS ALLEGORY.

While I do question my ability to pull it off I am throwing myself off the cliff of “I must make perfect art” and diving into the waters of “if it brings joy or catharsis it is ALL PERFECT” and it’s better to try and to learn as I go than to worry and not create anything at all.

This would be. A short comic. Not like. Not like a book comic or anything.

Will absolutely feature calligraphy bc I’m a sucker and love it 😘(also I’m out of practice and have to reference the alphabets way more than I used to so I want to practice also anything that uses that much black gets assigned calligraphy in my head 😘)

Also unsure of how closely it follows what I’m rambling about here and what I’m actually capable of depicting but HERE WE GO (not sure how coherent I just type things)

But primarily it follows the song and its lyrics and the emotions (?)

TWINKLIEST BITS ARE BEING EQUATED TO FINDING YOUR CHOSEN FAMILY OKAY!!!!!!

And ALSO the jubilation in BECOMING in changing your life to be how you are and finding the joy in living again

So The Wrath. In this. I haven’t fully decided how many interpretations I’m giving it. But it is definitely representing transphobia, particularly from birth families and the people we’re close with.

I’ll see you when the wrath comes.

I’ll see you when you come running to your chosen family (the “I” here) being welcomed in and safe from the wrath touching you.

“Knocking on your bedroom door with money” I mean fuck. Transition related stuff is so expensive 😭 even though I have universal healthcare it’s. Expensive. Even just the binders I have from when I bound on a regular basis were pretty expensive. Makeup to do masculinizing makeup would be expensive (I don’t have or wear makeup (my obsession with dark red lipstick and other fun colours notwithstanding) let alone have the skill currently to do that)

“Building you a kingdom” finally being the king of your own world rather than a subject subjected to so many unspoken rules that just bind you to unhappiness and obligation is what comes to mind at first but honestly I’m not entirely sure what to do for the next line

“Dripping from the open mouth, I’ll show you / what you look like, from the inside” like. I have vague images floating around in my head that I’m not sure how to articulate atm.

Hollow point. You know. Like the syringe used to draw up testosterone from the vial. To a naked body/booty (look. I know that the thigh is just fine as an injection site but I did watch love lies bleeding thanks to @ongreenergrasses so it is in the mind) (yes,, even still…)

Now on one hand. The pronouns are she/her used in the lyrics.

But ALSO could be interpreted as the rest of everyone seeing him/them as her still and refusing to acknowledge their/his identity (undecided on whether anyone else knows in this comic or even how I’d storyboard that)

Also. I won’t be missing you in mirror

They won’t be missing you the pitchfork crowd

So I would be going with the transmasc version bc it’s more related to me and my experiences and how I see things

(Aside from like the one week back in high school where after so long as a boy I was a girl and I was fully like freaking out and wondering how I’d transition before like. It occurred to me. Anyway that didn’t last long and was the quickest gender switch I’ve experienced (I generally say if I am indeed gender fluid then the fluid is a slow moving lava consuming all in its path) and I hovered (and still kinda continue to hover) somewhere in the realm of nonbinary transmasc demiboy or something I’m not thinking too hard about the labels I just want to be comfortable and as happy as possible)

BUT ALSO 👀

Transfem Nazareth

Fuck her up - fuck up the woman you’re expected to be by everyone else.

Hollow point… unfortunately I can’t help but think of the disproportionate rates of violence against trans women and particularly trans women of colour.

[milfzatannaz]

Goth wardrobe advice

hiiiii baby bats!!!! I just wanted to write a lil post on how to start building a goth wardrobe! I started around 6 months ago and I’ve been very happy with the looks I’ve been able to create, and I thought to just write down how I was able to rlly curate my aesthetic! (though I will tack onto this post that goth is a music based subculture so you can be goth without fancy elaborate looks)

when it comes to shopping for clothes, my personal advice is buy individual pieces, not outfits. meaning you buy clothes with the intention of mixing and matching which will save money and help you from over-buying. plus flexibility in your wardrobe allows for more fun and creativity!

the look

The first step to creating your style is to envision what kind of look you want to go for. goth style pulls from so many different sources! Trad goths from the 80s evolved from punk, and subsequent iterations of the style have Victorian, glam, etc sentiments. you can lean more romantic or more edgy, it’s up to you! the first step is to create a vision board. I love Pinterest personally. from there I typed “trad goth” “casual goth” “90s goth” and streamlined what I want to emulate. Don’t forget to watch goth rock music videos for style inspo- siouxsie is my personal icon and wore such interesting things, as well as Patricia Morrison! there’s also a level of gender nonconformity in goth that you can lean into. for instance, I’m femme but with a shaved head that really compliments my style and makes me feel really confident. It’s all so variable and individual. one of the original tenets of goth was the DIY aspect, which I think is super important. don’t be afraid to rip, cut, add safety pins, or paint on clothes you buy.

shopping

shopping for goth clothes has a lot of misconceptions. you really don’t need to ever buy from a fast fashion site like killstar or dollskill to get the looks you want. In fact most goths would prefer that you look elsewhere at first, bc a lot of us aren’t comfortable with the way our subculture has been commodified and commercialized. thrift stores have given me tons of luck. I typically prefer red white and blue, but goodwill can have good stuff too! (now, thrifting is more environmentally friendly, but that doesn’t mean that the company is ethical, like Salvation Army and goodwill. it’s a matter of choosing what’s right for your personal values.)

you can buy black clothes at pretty much any store which makes creating outfits somewhat easy. shop where you can afford it and what has good options for your body type and comfort level. I buy most of my stuff secondhand but I own a few things from H&M and Pacsun. pacsun has amazing corset tops that are affordable during their sales, and H&M has foundational pieces for okay quality. Try Depop too because I LOVE vintage clothes and you can find amazing things on the app, like dresses from the 90s and 70s blouses!

General wardrobe items

here’s what I bought when building my wardrobe:

- black trousers

- black skirts (midi AND mini. I prefer long skirts but I like to have choices)

- band tees for my fav goth bands

- a white button down blouse

- bustiers/corsets. I have incredible luck thrifting them but some I’ve gotten new. They’re sexy and fun on their own but even cooler layered over something!

- tights! fishnets are a must as well as solid sheer black and other fun patterns

- dresses in plaid or solid colors. you don’t have to JUST wear black, in fact siouxsie wore tons of color back in the day. black is just what we’re known for but maroon, purple and white are great too.

- long sleeve sheer tops. I have one black mesh and one black lace top. These can be worn over bras for an edgier look or under band tees to add texture and complexity.

- SHOES! I don’t buy secondhand shoes only bc I have wonky feet. My two main pairs are my doc martens Jadon platforms and Mary janes. Shoes are an entirely personal decision so do your research! A lot of ppl like Demonias but I haven’t swung for those yet.

- accessories, accessories, accessories. Perhaps what makes someone recognizably goth is our funky accessories. I have multiple belts, ranging from the standard black with grommets to a triple belt and a corset waist cincher. I buy my jewelry off Etsy or I buy them from flea markets, and I lean towards ankhs bc I’m a sandman nerd lmfao. (I own 3 ankh necklaces, a bracelet, and two pairs of earrings oops). I also have a few silver crucifixes and a spiked collar.

- outerwear. I’m a leather jacket aficionado and I hand painted a trad goth jacket, but other options are black long coats and blazers. vests are pretty great too.

final notes

I’m a baby bat myself so I, too am learning the ropes and exploring my style. remember that it’s about self expression and making yourself stand out, not uniformity. there are so many unique alternative subcultures and no one is stopping you from pulling from all sorts of inspo! Remember to have fun when shopping or getting dressed above all else!!!!

other great resources can be found on r/gothfashion and from goth YouTubers!

[seat-safety-switch]

Everyone loves magnetism, but nobody wants to do the work of mining rare earth minerals in order to make those magnets. This is what those in the industry call “hypocrisy.” Personally, I’m not willing to be called a hypocrite, which is why I bought my own disused mine and have set about stripping it of every mineral I can find.

Now, it makes sense that I won’t find any of the good shit. Tantalum? That’s all the way over in Rwanda. Yttrium? Hard-working farmers in China are hitting it every day while trying to dig a well. Niobium? Well, a lot of that is actually in Canada, but it’s in the mines that big companies operate. And very selfishly, they won’t let me go over there and dig around, even if I offer to reciprocate with an exceptionally generous, catered lunch-and-scoop at my own mine.

So I pretty much just find stuff that nobody needs. Dirt, mostly. I’m not a geologist, and I can’t afford to hire one. Once in awhile, I find a shiny rock, and I post about it on this cool forum that I found. Usually, it’s nothing. In fact, it’s almost always nothing. Once, it was road salt. That was kind of interesting, until I realized it came from one of my cars.

Oh yeah, the cars. So here’s the other thing. I can’t afford a mine cart. In fact, I’m fairly sure they’re a custom job of some kind, and that would require a welder. So would putting tracks down. And I don’t trust my own buttressing enough to be able to escape the mine at walking pace, should it collapse. That’s why I drive a car – of course, a narrow one, I don’t want to do more digging than I have to – to the work site. I don’t know why everyone doesn’t do this. Maybe it’s because of the noxious exhaust gases building up in the tunnels with no way to escape, but honestly that’s not that much different from sitting in this thing at a stoplight. I may have just become immune to it over repeated exposure.

Ultimately, you could say that this whole mine adventure has been a waste of my time, money, health, and precious, precious gasoline. It’s not all bad, though: there’s certainly been lots of exercise, and I’m sure I’ll find something cool pretty soon. The basement of the jewelry store next door can’t be much further.

[toomanygoldfish]

Behind the Scenes of a Writer - tag game

This is a long one is Buckel up

Started writing: I have been writing little works of original fiction for as long as I can remember. I have always had these little stories playing in my head and was always eager to share them. I’ve always admired authors who can write one little line and when you pull it, it will lead you deeper into the narrative. (Brandon Mole, Brandon Sanderson, Orson Scott Card, Tamora Pierce, Shanon Hale (all are great authors. You should read their books)) I also write poetry pretty often. I love being able to share what is happening in my brain and reading about what happens in other people’s minds.

Started blogging: I started blogging February(?) of last year. I had recently found out that some of my friends had been sharing their original works for a while online. While I had thought about it before it had never really occurred to me that I could do it. I had looked at some other sites but was slightly disappointed because it felt like I would need to post a multiple chapter piece to write on them. Then I found tumblr and I started writing.

Followers: my follower count is about 50-60. It makes me so happy that people read my stuff and like it enough to follow!

Likes: I have actually fiddled with my tumblr so that I can see every interaction in my blog. I like being able to see the journey of people exploring my blog. It makes me smile to see people favorite multiple things in a row. Or to see returning people on my new posts.

Communication: I do like talking to people for whatever reason. It’s cool to meet new people that I would never have met normally. So if you want to talk you can send me an ask or something. But if you are a bit too nervous to talk, don’t worry, you can just heart or reblog something and I’ll see it.

Requests: I like them because it gives me something to build off of, so when I really want to write something but I don’t know what I should write I will look at some requests. Unfortunately that means I don’t write for all of them, but I do like them!

Writing: I write at a medium pace. I could write more often, but I do prefer to write slower because it gives me a bit more time to put a more personal touch on my writing. I want everything I write or create to have a small bit of me in it, even if it is just my thoughts of how the setting influences the characters.

Why do you write? : this is my own question, but I do think it is an important one. I write to show people a glimpse into a world that you can’t see. That could be from a TV series that can’t show how people feel on screen, or a continuation of a scene that stopped. I just know that whatever I write will let me show a small piece of a bigger picture.

@strwbrryeyes

anyone else

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

Sweet Like Candy (Yandere! Graves x Female Reader fic.) Chapter One)

Summary- You were just a normal young woman, living your life, going to school and work, spending time with your friends, and completely unaware of the man that had been watching you for months. A man that will do everything and anything to make you his...

Authors Notes- Been a hot minute since I wrote anything Yandere on this site. And now I'm dipping my toes in the COD MW 2 pool with a Yandere! Graves' fic. Now the first chapter in kinda vanilla nothing over the top so yeah. But I hope you enjoy. Now on to the story.

Chapter One.

It was a warm summers day, and you lay curled up on your nice comfy bed, absolutely refusing to leave it. However, your alarm clock had other plans as the moment you think of drifting back to sleep it begins to blare, making you jump and grumble. Time for work, and god you are so tempted to just call in sick to work. But you know you can't one you promised your friend Sara you'd take her shift for today, and two you need the money. And honestly though you might bitch and moan you really did love your job at the cafe down town.

Sighing you rolled out of bed, and on to the floor with a groan before getting to you feet and heading to where your bathroom was, intent on getting ready for the day. Stepping into the shower you turned on the water as hot as can be, your fingers running through your hair. as you let your thoughts go. Telling yourself that after work you would need to focus on your homework knowing it was due in a few days. But that seemed to be easier said that done these days and not because of work leaving you burned out. You could never put your finger on it but lately you've constantly felt like you were being watched.

Of course at first you had brushed it off as exhaustion and the fact that you had just moved into your new one bedroom apartment. A small, some what cramped apartment that was...okay. Considering it was your first apartment and rather small, but the rent was cheap and it was also close to your work as well. And commuting to school would be easy as well. But that didn't stop you from feeling like someone was constantly watching you, perhaps it was paranoia considering you lived alone?

'Or perhaps it's just your mind playing tricks on you.' You thought, as water cascaded down your naked body. 'This is your first time moving out on your own. So of course you're a little nervous.' Nodding to yourself you turned off the water, wrapping a towel around yourself as you stepped into your bedroom, moving to your closet you picked out your outfit for the day, and tried in vain to shrug this feeling off. 'Of course it would probably help if you had curtains in your apartment.' You told yourself, as you looked to your bedroom window that looked out at the street, watching as people went about their lives unaware that you existed.

Giving your head a shake you turned away from the window and walked off, heading to the living room you grabbed your purse, making sure you had your phone and keys on you as you headed for the door. And as you descended down the stairs and out the door of your apartment unaware of the person lurking in the shadows, watching you.

***

From the shadows Phillip Graves watched as you walked down the street. A wide smile on his face. There you were right on time, as always. Graves pushed himself off the wall of the building he had been leaning against as he waited for you to leave the safety of your apartment and head to the cafe you worked at. The place Graves had first saw you, and where Graves found himself fixating from the moment you looked at him, a bright smile on your lips as you greeted him.

And for Graves it was at that moment time seemed to stop for the man. Remembering standing in the doorway of the cute little cafe Graves had thought to try out after constantly driving past it on his way to and from work. After all a man in his position wouldn't be able to get half the stuff with out caffeine and your cafe happened to be the only one close enough after the cafe he used to frequent closed down for some reason.

But the cafe you worked at soon opened up, and for Graves it must've been fate as the moment he stepped through the doors of the little cafe was the moment he had met you. Graves smiled remembering how you looked went the bell chimed above the door, and you greeted him. And for Graves it seemed like time stopped as he stood in the doorway. His heart skipping a beat as he moved closer to the counter you were sitting behind.

Graves remembered how his heart skipped a beat when you smiled brightly at him as he somehow managed to get his order out. Black coffee with sugar. And if he was at any other place he would have paid for his drink and gone about his day. But for some reason Graves had decided to stick around, finding a seat with his drink, eyes glued on you. And every once in a while you would glance in his direction as you went about your day. And since then Graves decided to make the cafe you work at his new favorite place, and not because of the coffee or baked goods it sold.

In fact just seeing you had become the highlight of Grave's day as time went on and he managed to strike up a conversation with you. And during those times he found out that you were a bit younger than him and in school, studying to become a vet, your hobbies included video games and hanging out with friends. Now while YOU didn't think that anything you told Graves was overly interesting. But Graves hung on to every word, a small smile on his lips.

And then from then on Graves found himself frequenting the little cafe every single chance he got. Eyes fixed on you as you worked, he knew he shouldn't be so focused on you, told himself that you were too young for him. But despite that Graves found himself fixating on you. Hence why he constantly found himself lurking outside the shithole apartment, constantly waiting for you as you headed for work.

Pushing himself off the wall of the building he headed for his truck. Intent on heading him. Thoughts of you filling his mind, a faint on his lips. He didn't know what it was about you, but Graves hoped as time went on that you would finally see him.

Getting into his truck he drove home.

Authors Note- Yeah, sorry this isn't the greatest first chapter I've ever written. And like I said it's been a while since I wrote anything Yandere. But I assure you things will pick up in the next chapter or two.

Also you can find this fic on my AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/YandereQueen1987

[bruggle]

so this is a dumb stupid one-shot based off @absolutely-normal-about-x 's amazing Legends Reborn AU (just with the unfortunate setting of my own bs) because holy moly the capacity for angst just got my imagination rearing its ugly head. So uh... enjoy

St. Clarity

Fandom: Megaman X, Megaman Legends

Words: 4,914 words

Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Humor

"I don't know you

But I know what you do"

-St. Clarity, The Paper Kites

A discovery in an old ruin leads to some uncovered memories.

  One of the last things Volnutt had ever expected in his life, was to find out he had a family. A pretty big one, at that. Four siblings, countless uncles and aunts (that he would unfortunately never meet), his father, it still boggled his mind. He kept thinking at some point he was going to wake up and find it all to be a dream; that he’d still be on the Flutter, looking for the next dig site.

  Don’t get him wrong, Volnutt was immensely grateful to the Casketts. They had taken him in freely when he had had no other place to go, after all. And Roll was practically a sister to him! He wouldn’t trade them for anything. But he couldn’t help but wish that someway, somehow, someone else could have uncovered all the stuff that lead to X and his family waaaaaay earlier than he and the Bonne’s had. …Was that selfish of him?

  “Hey pipsqueak, keep up!” Fefnir called, causing Volnutt to lose his train of thought. Despite the harsh words, he couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he picked up the pace to keep up with his older brother. He knew Fefnir didn’t mean anything by it. “Seriously, these ruins are BORING,” the red clad carbon complained. “Not one single bot in sight.” Volnutt couldn’t help but chuckle. “Hey, I said I was fine doing this one alone,” he reminded Fefnir. Volnutt had decided to explore the dilapidated building after X had told Barrell that it had once been apart of a city he had lived in. Abel City, he had called it if Volnutt recalled correctly. He wasn’t sure what he’d find, if anything. He had been able to deduce that this had once upon a time been some sort of residential building, but not much else. The surrounding buildings had been pretty well picked over. Why this one wasn’t, Volnutt had no real idea. He’d heard some Diggers call it haunted, but he hadn’t seen anything out the ordinary.

   “Eh, dad insisted I come,” Fefnir grumbled. “Something about having too much energy.” Volnutt struggled not to let his snickering be heard. That definitely sounded like dad. And Fefnir, for that matter. But he didn’t feel like getting a noogie, so he was going to keep that to himself. Rather, he decided to distract himself with the surroundings. These sorts of ruins always made him a little sad. People had lived here, once a upon a time. Decaying chairs, torn up sofas, …suspicious mush, at one point it had all been new. It had been used. Perhaps even well loved by the owner. But now, now it was just… destroyed. No longer worth anything. It always made him melancholic.

  “I’m not gonna tell you again, squirt!” came Fefnir’s voice from way down the hallway. Volnutt hadn’t even realized he had fallen so far behind. “Sorry!” he apologized. “Just-“ A loud, exaggerated sigh from Fefnir cut him off. “Sometimes I wonder how on Earth you managed to get this far as a Digger,” he chastised. Well now Volnutt was a little miffed. “Hey, I’ve been doing just fine, thank you,” he bit back. The older sibling merely rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he grumbled. “I’m going to fall asleep if I have to keep going at your pace.” Volnutt narrowed his eyes at the red clad Carbon. “Then just go ahead without me,” he snarked. “I’ll be fine.” Fefnir considered his younger sibling for a minute before smirking. “Fine,” he agreed. “Just don’t tell dad.” And despite all his irritation with his older sibling, Volnutt couldn’t help the smile that spread on his lips. “Deal,” And with that, Fefnir went on ahead. Leaving Volnutt alone with his thoughts. Now, he had a chance to actually look at all the rooms. Well, to call them rooms was a bit of an understatement. They were like mini-houses. (Apartments, his brain supplied). Eventually, however, he came across something strange.

  It was a door.

  Which wasn’t that strange in of itself. It was just the fact that beneath all the hundreds of thousands of layers of dust, it was a different color from all the other doors in the building. And it was closed. How did this one manage to stay unscathed from the hundreds of Diggers before him? Giving the knob an experimental turn (perhaps this apartment just had a draft that automatically closed the door), he found it to be locked. That was… definitely weird. Volnutt recalled the stories of this particular building being haunted; perhaps there was a teensy bit of validity to those claims… Did he feel like being a horror movie protagonist?

  Eh. Worse comes to worse, he could just call for Fefnir to deal with it. He’d probably enjoy trying to fight a ghost.

  Bracing his shoulder against the frame, Volnutt shoved himself against the door. It opened quite easily, splintering into thousands of pieces. Oops. Guess he should have figured it was rotting. Inside, he noticed that unlike the hundreds of other apartments he and Fefnir had passed by, this one was completely untouched. Well, unless you count all the stuff flung on the ground due to seismic activity. So, Volnutt wandered inside. While the furniture was cool, he had a sinking suspicion that none of it would last very long if he so much as touched it. Abel City was from his dad’s prime, for goodness sakes. Rather than risk irreversible damage to the inanimate inhabitants of the house (and risk making the potential ghost angrier!), Volnutt instead chose to step into the kitchen portion of the room. There were a couple of appliances on the counter, really old tech though. He wasn’t sure if there’d be any sort of price for that. Although… there was always the possibility that maybe someone was collecting this sort of stuff. Next to said counter was a long dead refrigerator.

  Hard pass on looking anywhere near that.

  Instead, he chose to look inside of one of the drawers. And was surprised to find silverware. Much like what he usually ate with. He recalled X saying something about Abel City being apart of a country called… Japan? Maybe? Either way, he had claimed that a vast majority of people there used something called “chopsticks” to eat food with. Which was basically just two sticks one held in a certain way in order to pick up and grip said food. Sounded super complicated to Volnutt. So it was odd seeing regular old silverware here. Who knows, maybe the last owner found the concept of chopsticks complicated, too.

  Closing the drawer, Volnutt looked towards the living space. There was a simple couch, and an egg shaped chair. That was kind of cool. All the tables, however, had all sorts of clutter on them. Like the owner was far too lazy to find a proper space for everything. Maybe they just thought there would be time for it later…

 Ok, that’s enough sad thoughts.

  In any case, maybe there’d be something interesting over there.

  As Volnutt made his way over to the space, his boot crunched upon some glass. Looking down, he noticed a couple of picture frames on the floor. Crouching down, he gently picked one up. It was upside down, of course. So he gently turned it over.

  And his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

  Within the frame, was a picture of X. Back from when he was still a reploid. He was sitting at a desk; looking over some sort of thin, holographic pad, while holding onto some sort of wonky looking mug. There were some markings on the cup, but they either must have been decorative or in some old language. Volnutt couldn’t make heads or tails of it. But… just the fact that this picture somehow survived everything was a miracle. Maybe the person who lived here was a fan or something. X had mentioned that he had been pretty well known back in the day, after all. Heck, maybe this person had more! Excited at the prospect, Volnutt quickly flipped over another picture.

  This one, however, was not of his father. Rather, it showed a young woman standing next to a different reploid. He looked pretty young, not that that meant much from what he recalled X telling him about reploids. The reploid was clad in navy and grey armor; red marks could be seen going down it in intricate patterns, with a bright, blue gem on both the chest piece and helmet. His ears reminded Volnutt of a cat, almost, and his red hair was spiked up like a fire. The most defining feature of the reploid, however, was an ‘x’ shaped scar spreading across his nose. The woman, on the other hand, was rather plain. Ruddy brown hair pulled into a long braid off to the right side of her face, she was dressed rather casually. Just a mauve shirt, jeans, and a comically oversized army green coat. Both her and the reploid were smiling, striking a victory sign at the camera.

   Volnutt couldn’t help but smile back at it. He remembered both his father and siblings speaking about how awful things between reploids and humans used to be. At least these two somehow managed to get along.

  “Is this where you’ve been the whole time?”

  If you asked him, Volnutt definitely did not scream. Not even a peep. No sir, he was definitely not taken by surprise from Fefnir’s sudden reappearance. The laugh that Fefnir let out, however, would tell you this was one hundred percent a lie.

  “Dang, now I’m really wondering how you’re still alive,” Fefnir teased. “You’d never survive out on the battlefield.” Volnutt turned away from his older sibling, -definitely not hiding a blush- glaring at the wall. “Whatever,” he grumbled. “Did you find anything?” Fefnir let out a puff of irritation. “Nope, not even a good fight,” he complained. “How about you? Find anything in this dump?” Volnutt rolled his eyes at his siblings blunt language. “Kind of,” he said, showing Fefnir the frame he had been holding. “There’s also one of dad from when he was a reploid!” Fefnir grabbed the picture with an interested look on his face as Volnutt picked up the previously discarded photo of their father. The older sibling also glanced at the picture in his baby brother’s hands. “I mean, that’s definitely him,” Fefnir mused. “But not how I remember him looking. Must have been an older model then. Now this…” he raised the picture in his lap hands. “You know who that is?” Volnutt shook his head. “Do you?” he asked. Fefnir let out a snort. “Yeah, that’s Uncle Axl,” he grinned.

  “Wait, what?!”

  “Yeah, I remember seeing pics of him in the archives,” Fefnir explained. “Not my favorite place, but hey. Had to learn some stuff somehow. No idea who the chick is, though.” Volnutt shrugged. “Maybe a friend,” he guessed. “Or, I don’t know, maybe a fan?” Fefnir shrugged as well. “Who knows,” he said, tossing the picture onto the ground. “I’m ready to go home. I’m hungry.” Volnutt let out a scoff as he quickly picked up the discarded photo. “Fine,” he grumbled, gathering the two pictures in his arms. “Let’s get out of here.” Fefnir quirked a brow. “You’re bringing those home?” he asked. Volnutt nodded, glaring at his brother. “Yeah, I think dad would like them,” he insisted. “Besides, then this wasn’t a total bust.” Fefnir merely rolled his eyes. “Whatever, pipsqueak,”

  “Whatever, jerk face,”

   Fefnir let out a laugh at that.

 

 

  It was cathartic, to say the least. The life X was now living. No longer was he the legendary Maverick Hunter, nor was he the leader of what remained of society. He was just… X. A source for historical knowledge, to be sure, but there was nothing hanging on his shoulders. He could just… be a father for his children. It was truly the greatest privilege he had ever experienced. Currently, said privilege involved making dinner. Nights were slowly becoming colder as fall was settling further and further in the year, thus he had decided on an easy and simple soup. It was then that he realized it was uncharacteristically quiet in the house. That rarely boded well.

  “HARPUIA, I WILL END YOU!”

  Ah, there it was.

  “Levi, we do not yell in the house!” X called out to his daughter from the kitchen. He had no idea what had happened this time, but it was a common occurrence for arguments to break out. “He went into my room!” Leviathan argued, entering the kitchen. “I did not!” Harpuia called from the living room. "We still do not yell,” X chastised. Levi just let out a loud groan. “Now Harpuia, did you go into Levi’s room?” X asked, he had a sneaking suspicion it was not in fact Harpuia, but rather the younger… more mischievous son. “No, father,” Harpuia answered. “Of course you would say that!” Levi grumbled.

  “And what exactly is your proof?” X asked her. “I found feathers all over the floor!” she argued. “Ah yes,” Harpuia snarked from his seat on the couch. “I went into your room where I know you don’t want me, and made sure to leave a ton of feathers specifically so that you would know I was there. Truly, a brilliant plan on my part.” Levi let out a snarl at him. “That’s enough, you two,” X snapped. Sometimes he wondered how they had managed as Guardians. But, carbons were far closer to humans than they were reploids; it made sense that they wouldn’t be quite as mature in this form as they had been, once upon a time. “Phantom!” he called out for his younger son. “Yes, father?” the purple clad boy answered in a honeyed tone, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Had X not been used to combat all his life, he likely would have been startled. However, it was that coupled with the fact that Phantom had a tendency to sneak around like a cat that left him rather used to it. “Stop sneaking into your sister’s room,” X chastised. Phantom put on an offended expression. “I would never!” he said, acting aghast at the mere mention. “Is that why you wanted some of my feathers?” Harpuia asked, finally entering the kitchen.

 “YOU,” Leviathan yelled at her younger sibling. “Leviathan!” X barked. “What did I just say?!” In lieu of answering, Levi leapt at her younger brother. Phantom’s quick reflexes were the only thing that saved him from winding up on the ground.

  Just another day.

  “NOT IN THE HOUSE!” X yelled at his two younger children. Neither acknowledged him, of course. Phantom was currently running out of the kitchen with Levi in hot pursuit. X let out a long-suffering sigh. He loved his children, but they certainly were a handful. “I’ll make sure they don’t break anything,” Harpuia sighed as he trailed off after his siblings. “Thank you, Harpuia,” X groaned as he turned back to the task he had been interrupted in. It was nearly ready, he just had to add the noodles. As he did so, X took a look at the time. It was slowly getting darker out, causing worry to bubble up in his chest. He hadn’t heard anything from Fefnir and Volnutt yet… X knew his boys were capable Diggers, but he still couldn’t help but worry about them whenever they were a little late. The two hadn’t said anything about it being a long excursion, but things often had a tendency to change.

  In any case, X knew better than to make mountains out of molehills. If anything had gone wrong, those two knew exactly who to call.

  The sound of the front door slamming dragged X from his musings with a quiet groan. “Sorry!” called out a voice he hadn’t quite been expecting, much to his relief. Volnutt and Fefnir had made it home safely. X couldn’t help the fond smile that spread over his face as he turned to see all five of his children enter the kitchen. Phantom looked a little worse for wear, but it seems that Levi had shown mercy; Fefnir was currently teasing his brother about it. Harpuia was shaking his head at the three’s antics, while Volnutt was carrying something in his arms. “How was the dig?” X asked. Fefnir let out a loud groan, a disappointed look on his face. “Complete bust,” he grumbled. “Nothing worth fighting, nothing worth a buck, and it was BORING.” X let out a chuckle. “What about you, Volnutt?” he asked his youngest. “What’d you find?”

  Volnutt froze for a second, still seemingly unused to the amount of attention he’d often get from his family. “Oh uh…” Volnutt shifted the contents in his arms. “It’s… It’s nothing.” X watched Fefnir give him a weird look, but ultimately shrug. The blue clad carbon thought about pressing his youngest on the matter; it certainly didn’t seem like ‘nothing’ the way he was clutching it to his chest, but perhaps it was just something he wanted to keep to himself for now. “Alright, well, go ahead and get washed up,” X said. “All of you. Dinner is almost ready.”

  It then became a mad dash between all five to get to the bathroom sink first.

  Never a dull moment in this house, X thought to himself.

 

 

  That evening, after all the dishes had been washed and put up (a family bonding activity that X made sure everyone participated in, much to their chagrin), X was sitting down in his study. It was… sparse to say the least. Books were on the rarer side, something X often missed. They had been seen as a novel thing, back in his day; what with holopads being seen as more convenient. But he had often preferred the feel of turning physical pages. Now, while holopads were a thing of myth, so many stories had been lost due to time. Even with all the effort the Neo Arcadian archivists put in all those years ago, some things just couldn’t be avoided.

  A knock at the door brought X out of his thoughts. A knock he knew well. Checking the clock, he saw that it was a still a good amount of time before he preferred be in bed. Not that he was getting old! Well, he was (something he was admittedly grateful for) but not that old! “Come in,” he called; and just as he suspected, his youngest entered the room. Volnutt was holding something behind his back, peaking X’s curiosity. “What can I do for you?” X asked with a fond smile, putting the book he had been reading off to the side. “Uh… well,” Volnutt started, staring at the ground. “While Fefnir and I were on that dig, I uh… I found something interesting.” X let out a chuckle. “So you did find something, then?” he teased, causing Volnutt to blush a bit as he tried to come up with words to defend himself. It was far too easy to fluster the poor boy.

  “I’m just teasing,” X assured his youngest. “Let me see what you found.” Reluctantly, Volnutt handed over an old, (rather destroyed) picture frame. Looking over it, X was flabbergasted to see a picture of himself from before the Elf Wars. “Where did you find this?” he asked, puzzled. He certainly didn’t remember this one being taken. It looked like it had been taken within one of his homes rather than the usual Maverick Hunter HQ photo-op. “Fefnir and I went to the Abel City ruins,” Volnutt explained. “I found this in one of the apartments.” X gave a hum of understanding. While he was still raking his brain to try and place the moment when he would have had this picture taken, Volnutt had already brought out another frame from behind his back. “I uh… I also found this one of Uncle Axl,” he explained. That caught X off guard. Perhaps the boys had stumbled upon the home of an old fan. In any case, X set down the first picture in order to hold onto the second.

  He was not prepared for what he saw.

 

  Volnutt noticed the shift of his father’s demeanor immediately. X had gone stock still, a hand slowly reaching up to cover his mouth. Had… had he done something wrong? Or… maybe his dad just hadn’t been ready to see an old picture of his friend after so long. Finally, after what felt like forever, X let out a watery sounding laugh. “That… that makes so much more sense now,” he mused, a melancholic look to his eyes. Volnutt was confused. What made sense? “Dad?” he asked. X shook his head. “Sorry, I just-“ he let out a deep sigh; closing his eyes as he shook his head.

  When he opened them again, Volnutt saw that there were tears at the edge of his eyes. Ah crap, he hadn’t wanted to make his dad cry! Now what?! “Was that Uncle Axl’s girlfriend?” Volnutt blurted out. Ah yes. Real smooth. X let out another laugh. “Oh no,” he vehemently denied. “No, no, no. That-“ he let out another chocked sound. “That,” he tried again with a sigh. “Is you’re oldest sister, Brook.”

  Volnutt looked at the picture in disbelief. His… oldest sister? “What?” he asked. “I don’t-“ X cut him off with a shake of his head. “It’s… it’s my fault,” he murmured. “I… I hadn’t thought of her in years. It hurt too much.” Volnutt glanced at his father, not entirely sure what to say. What do you say to that? “What happened to her?’ Volnutt quietly asked. X didn’t answer, but Volnutt could see that his grip on the picture had tightened by the whitening of his knuckles.

  “War,” he finally, quietly answered.

  Oh. Volnutt took another glance at the photo. It… it was a lot sadder now. “Were she and Axl good friends?” he asked, trying to distract X. Another watery smile crossed X’s face. “Oh, they got along like a house on fire,” he said, a slight chuckle in his voice. “To this day, I am still surprised that they never did. They sure tried their darndest.” Volnutt smiled at that. “How is she… uh… related?” Volnutt didn’t know if that was the right word, but oh well. X shook his head with a fond smile. “Well, I wound up taking her in after she pulled quite the stunt at sixteen,” he explained.

  “What did she do?”

  “She disguised herself as a reploid in order to hunt Mavericks.”

  Volnutt stared at his father in disbelief. “What?” he exclaimed, as X let out another small laugh. “No way! How’d she do that?!”

  “Well, with the help of an old, retired hunter, she managed to make a set of reploid armor that would help disguise the fact that she was human,” X explained. “He also walked her through on how to reverse engineer a buster into a rifle. You had to have special permits to buy a buster where she lived, and only hunters were eligible for that.”

  “Why couldn’t she just be a hunter?” Volnutt asked. X let out a small sigh. “For starters, she was too young,” he said. “Age restrictions were taken a lot more seriously back then.” X gave Volnutt a pointed look at that. The younger carbon looked away; he knew his dad wasn’t the biggest fan of how young he was when he became a Digger, not that he had had a choice in the matter! “Not only that, but humans either had to be in a partnership with reploids,” X continued. “Or join what was known as the Guild in her country in order to hunt Mavericks. It was a safety thing.”

  “So… why did she do it then?”

  “Nobody else would,” X sighed with a defeated tone. “This was before the flood, so there was a lot of land back then. And a lot of places where farmers and people who didn’t want to live in cities lived were getting overlooked by both the Hunters and Guild. Mercenaries wouldn’t go out there either; not enough money to be made. So, she decided to do something about it.” Volnutt was quiet for a minute. “What about her parents?” he finally asked. “Why didn’t they stop her?” X sadly shook his head. “Brook’s parents…” he sighed. “They had died two years prior. Mavericks.” Volnutt made a quiet ‘oh’. “So… how’d she get found out?” he continued with his questions.

  X glanced at him. “You remember me telling you about Massimo, Marino, and Cinnamon, right?” he asked, to which Volnutt nodded. He liked hearing about Massimo. “Well, they had been dispatched to a small city where Brook just so happened to be tracking down a Maverick. She wound up saving Cinnamon, actually. But, she definitely was not acting like a reploid should when they tried talking to her.

  “So they wound up calling me as well as HQ to report her as a potential Maverick. And I chose to see what was going on. She was not an easy person to track down, let me tell you.” Volnutt couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Only reason I wound up catching her was because she fell out of a tree.”

  “Was she okay?”

 X shrugged. “A few broken bones, but nothing too much worse,” he told Volnutt. He winced, that certainly didn’t sound like fun. “So what caused you to take her in?” the younger boy asked. “Well, given that she broke a lot of laws, Brook was facing a lot of trouble,” X continued. “But, the news of what she did spread pretty quickly. And practically every farmer took her side. They were threatening to stop working if she was jailed. So the government decided to go ahead and enlist her into the Guild despite her age.

  “And I just… I couldn’t let that happen,” X let out a sigh, a sad look on his face as he looked at the photo again. “It was bad enough to me that she had started acting as a mercenary, the rest of her life shouldn’t have revolved around fighting either. I just… I wanted to get her away from it and live the rest of her life as a normal human.”

  “Did she?” Volnutt asked. X looked at his youngest with a wry smile. “Not even a little bit,” he sighed. “Oh, she was so angry when I told her I was taking her to Japan. That girl was dead set on fighting Mavericks, one way or another. We had so many arguments about the smallest things. Part of it was her hating the city, and the other part of it was her hating me, I think.” Volnutt gave X a bewildered look. “No way,” he denied. “There’s no way she could have hated you. You’re the best dad ever!” X chuckled as he ruffled Volnutt’s hair. “You have no idea how much that means to me,” he told his youngest. “But, in her defense, she was dealing with a lot of baggage already. And quite frankly, I had no idea what I was doing. We both had to figure things out.” X then let out another chuckle. “She one time bit a kid at school,” he said.

  “What?!”

  “Oh yes,” X laughed. “She got into a fight with three boys at school and wound up biting one of them. That was by far the worst argument we got into.” Volnutt looked incredulously at the picture. Who would have thought. “So did she wind up joining the Guild?” Volnutt asked hesitantly. X let out a long sigh. “No, she instead wound up joining the Maverick Hunters,” he murmured. “Wound up losing her citizenship to her birth country because of it, but a deal was struck. Whenever there wasn’t a crisis, she would lead a team of rookies, whenever possible, to rural areas to track down stray Mavericks. ‘Coon-hunting’ she called it.”

  Volnutt let out a chuckle. He didn’t know what a ‘coon’ was, but it was a funny word. “So what did she do?” he asked. “Like… in terms of fighting. I mean… I doubt she was doing what you, Uncle Zero, and Uncle Axl were doing.” X shook his head. “Oh no,” he said. “Brook was smart about it. She kept her distance. Sniping was her profession, and she was very good at it. Saved Axl’s butt on more than one occasion.”

  X sighed, gently placing the photo down on his desk. “She would have loved all of you,” he muttered, wrapping his arm around Volnutt. “Thank you, for this.” Volnutt returned his father’s hug, glad to have shown it to him. “Hey, so if those photos were in that apartment we found,” Volnutt began. “I bet that means that might have been hers. Do you… do you maybe want to go look at it tomorrow?” X’s eyes softened. “I would love to,” he said. “Awesome!” Volnutt cheered. “OH! And maybe we could bring everyone else! They could hear about her too!”

  “I think I would like that.”

 

 

 

It was a shame carbons had lost the ability to see Cyber Elves. If they hadn’t, perhaps the two exiting the room would have noticed a familiar face currently watching them with a sad, but fond smile.

In any case, it was time to go.

[creachureboy]

Gk charas' google history headcanons

Shiraishi

He definitely has gambling websites open, and you know he knows what he's doing when you find "gambling.com/this-is-not-a-scam-website-xoxo/".

Which is then followed by dozens of searches along the lines of "scammed by gambling website", "how to get money back after scam", "how to report gambling website".

Also various paid corn sites, good for him

He uses Quora and Yahoo Answers as a reputable source of information.

So many goddamn 9GAG pages.

Vasily

Tons of links on social media of art by his favourite artists.

And Twitch, he probably watches vtubers while he draws.

There are also lots of vids in his history of first person shooters.

Random wikipedia articles of highly specific phenomena that piqued his interest.

And drawing references. His search history even seems suspicious out of context with the poses he searches.

Saichi

Travel and tourism vlogs, followed by google maps searches.

Also, recipe blogs and videos.

He has compilation vids all over his watch history, whether its compilations of "Funny Fails 🤣🤣😂 LOL LMAO #TRENDING" or just a compliation of moments from a show or a game, even if he doesnt play the game or watch the show.

Random trivia google searches, mainly because he mightve seen something he didn't know and ended up googling it.

And then he falls down a rabbit hole of random trivia, ending up excitedly telling Asirpa all about it.

Asirpa

Definitely watches animal fail videos.

Probably gets addicted to Wordle.

Does Not Use Keywords When Googling to point it's a miracle that google can even interpret what she's saying. Who tf searches like "I put my shirt in the dryer and now it shrunk and now I want to know if I can reverse it".

Watches educational youtube channels about literally anything. She'll fall dowm that rabbit hole.

Secretly loves those online flash games but would never admit to it.

Ogata

It's fucking wiped clean, almost nothing is there.

He mostly just does typical ogata stuff like searching up really specific facts that could get the average person arrested for knowing.

And also cat videos :)

Oh and he most certainly does not use google, he opts for browsers that keep you super secure.

He probably has reddit just to spread misinformation honestly.

Koito

Tons of beauty guru channels definitely.

He also has a channel of his own which is also in his search history a lot.

Search history completely unorganized. Youll see pictures and vids he finds funny, links to online shopping sites, wikipedia articles on military icons and tactics, etc.

He also loves reading travel blogs and watching vlogs.

Is really fucking good at Wordle, Asirpa hates him for always being able to get it right.

Tsukishima

also has koitos yt channel in his search history.

Lots of miscellaneous journals and artciles open for him to read.

He has perused a lot through online libraries too.

Does crossword puzzles online.

Reads the fucking. News. Every day.

Tanigaki

Ngl probably wouldnt google many things, and if anything his search history would be few and far in between.

But when he does search its things its so normal ?? Like "XXL clothing store near me" and "How to repair a broken air conditioning unit".

Gym websites and workout routine stuff. He maintains his build and I gotta respect that.

Also has facebook to check in on how his family and friends are doing.

And also baking and cooking videos.

[proshippers-against-censorship]

i'm just gonna ramble in your asks abt my ideal website real quick

i consider myself to be an anti, and i personally would LOVE to just have a separate little forum website i could post on. i would love to never have to see shit i didn't sign up for in my little tags, i would love to post my little art pieces and talk to other people about my things and not have to check every single person who follows me or regularly interacts with my blog. i would love to never find loli porn on my "friend's" page and never be able to look at them the same. i would love to just. have a vetted, moderated, separate corner of the internet i could use instead of major social media platforms.

but that really doesn't exist anymore. i've tried to find forums or even discord servers (i really hate discord tbh, but to have a community like this? i'd cave) and there genuinely isn't anything. i've looked with such specific search terms that google made me complete a captcha because of suspicious activity from my PC. it doesn't exist. there is no curated space specifically for antis on the modern internet.

people say "oh, if you don't like XYZ just go somewhere else," but that isn't a real solution because that somewhere else isn't a real place. i WANT to go somewhere else. if i didn't have to in order to have any kind of a community at all, i would not be on tumblr.

i want old internet forum sites. i want the times when people just posted on different sites for different ships. i want to have to actively search out content i don't like instead of having to navigate around it. also? tumblr's tag-blocking system? sucks. i scroll through a tag for one of the characters i like who i happen to hc as ace, so i blocked all their ship tags. problem is this character gets shipped with anyone with a pulse. 99% of it is "this post contains filtered tags" instead of just.. hiding the post altogether. the other 1% is people who didn't tag their shit. it's borderline unusable sometimes. i just wanna see things i like and not see things i don't man is that too much to ask for

No that's completely fair.

There's some stuff I've seen on here that personally I get super icked over. And there's some stuff on here that I just straight up don't want to see. And it sucks that Tumblr would rather give you a message and the world's most enticing button instead of, yknow, take it away entirely. I endorse curating your own experience...I wish Tumblr made it easier to do that.

What you could do, though, is use a free builder like wix or whatever, create a forum. You can even run them for free on some hosts. It would likely be a slow, annoying process to build, but I do believe that if you have the willingness to create something, it will somehow end up there. Give it a stab, mayhaps. Set rules, invite likeminded folk. Attach it to a blog run on the same host, even, to post your own thoughts and creations on.

Create your safespace. You're almost always entitled to unless creating your space involves destroying others. And creating your own forum and blog is the best way to create that space while not stepping on anyone's toes.

[your-old-sins-tournament]

12 YEAR OLD OCS: SIDE B

Elenora [@gentleralts] (she/her)

It's an ambiguous time period between 2007 and 2009, and a youth is sitting at their family computer. An online friend on a forum they frequented introduces them to a little website called tektek. This site had all the avatar building assets from Gaia Online (not the forum i frequented back in that day by the way) without having to own any of the items, providing an easy-ish way to show off your RP characters, or to just build stuff for funsies. This youth would not go on to make an actual Gaia Online account until 2017, having learned that tektek has been long shut down and Gaia had instituted a similar sort of avatar building function on their own website. It's just not the same ):

Elenora came about from playing around with what was available in tektek and making up lore for her and the world around her in my head. By this point in time I was kind of starting to feel The Shame™ around my creative interests and never saved whatever I built of the characters I made for this world and rarely drew them out. I even have a specific memory of tracing over one of those How to Draw Anime books to make Elenora and her sister and then throwing the drawing away in the shitty transparent plastic trashcan I had in my bedroom. However, since I recreated Elenora so many times in tektek I still remember what most of her base items were like a decade and a half later.

In Elenora's world, everybody is born with a specific power which is shown by the color of their eyes, hair, and the magic marks on their body. It was mainly elemental stuff like controlling fire or water or electricity or whatever, but a specific one I remember that wasn't an elemental thing was the ability to communicate with animals and get them to do what you want them to if you were powerful enough. Most people had one power type but it was still possible to be born with two powers, usually manifesting in a separate hair and eye color. The amount of magic marks on someone's body correlates to how much potential power they have, and once in a lifetime there's one person of each power born with all the marks, similar in the concept to the Avatar from AtLA but they're all separate girls that are born at the same time and the ones from the last generation don't die right when the next generation is born.

Elenora was born with full black marks, which gives illusion powers and control over shadows. However, she lives in an authoritarian society where those with black mark powers must be killed. She was born alongside a twin sister in a home birth, and their parents kept Elenora's birth a secret until she was able to use her illusion powers to disguise her marks. Things were all fine and dandy with Elenora honing her powers in secret until one day their house got raided and her sister sacrificed herself, claiming she was the one disguising herself to hide black marks instead. This sets Elenora off on a journey along with the ghost of her sister to find all the other girls with full marks and have adventures and overthrow her kingdom's government or something. One specific adventure plot I remember involved them running into a necromancer doing shit in the graveyard where her twin sister is buried, and her ghost merging with her zombie body brings her back to life. Unfortunately, I don't remember anything about what kind of personality she might have had besides "guilt over dead sister."

Description

A teenage girl with pale skin, pointed ears, black eyes, and black swirling marks on her body. She has long black hair tied back into a single braid, and wispy bangs. She wears a cream colored blouse. She is accompanied by the ghost of her twin sister, who has chin-length silvery-blue hair and red eyes

Darktuft [@spiri-phone9] (It/its)

Darktuft is some cat who was the mentor of my old warriorsona Ariespaw, it's pretty cool, I still kinda like Darktuft. It was a generally fun-loving, silly guy. It was also from a clan I made up (I think it was named NightClan? I forgot lol).

[lilflowerpot]

What an entire fucking mood, chasing the serotonin high of one particular fixation and absolutely nothing else until it wears off... at which point I have already become an immobile heap on the floor, drained of my passion and energy. And while yes questions about my stories or worldbuilding fuel me to think up answers for them, I too cannot force myself to answer in detail a topic that I am uninterested in. That's just how it is.

And eyup t'was me! Surprise! I've been lurking for A While now.

And I just like the... the one-ness with nature, that sort of reciprocal relationship that the Eiyyka’an religion dictates— I just love it when there's not a harsh line drawn between a people and nature. I like to read about such cultures, and I sure as hell love creating them. The jungles, the planet sustained you, and you would nourish it in return upon death. I also love the little tidbits that make the concept feel more full: the aristocrats and their owned land, the controversies arising from some circumstances because there's no way a culture or a collection of cultures would be entirely without conflicting beliefs and needs. So there's a... requirement? for places that produce food to label or mark whether their food was cultivated on a burial site. I like that sort of little thing that arises from building a unique culture. You did such a great job! Launching your dead straight into the heart of a star... what a fucking metal way to go. I can definitely believe that the Galra ancestors would have done it if they had the means to do so.

And I have indeed seen the punnett square post, even though the numbers made my head spin quite a bit (which is no fault of yours, I uh, I just have no sense of scale nor numbers unfortunately, someone could tell me “that's 100ft long” and I would be unable to envision the size of the object they're describing) and I will let you know that I found the subject matter deeply deeply fascinating!

My spoons keep being used up these days by all the too-ambitious odd projects big and small I've been taking up, I made good progress on my ongoing project series of character design sheets, though I haven't been able to write properly for a while now. I'll... get to it. Some day. Maybe I'll show you my stuff someday as well, and I assure you that reading Little Blade is still on my to-do list.

I hope you're having a nice day!

— the worldbuilding enthusiast

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Hello again my darling! Evidently it took me a while to answer this one because I was, as you so eloquently termed it, "chasing the serotonin high of one particular fixation (TotK) and absolutely nothing else until it [wore] off," and now here we are.

The Eiyyka’an faith is near and dear to my heart because it just naturally wrote itself into something so gentle that I couldn't help but fall in love with it ♡ I myself have always been one for those sorts of cyclical, balanced relationships with the world, and it simply felt right to me that those who lived in the lushest most verdant areas of Daibazaal would consider it a profound blessing, and as such would want to give back as and when they could. And I'm pleased you feel I've done a good job regarding the little conflicts and controversies of Imperial culture, because as you say it wouldn't feel realistic for everyone to agree on everything—particularly in a people so numerous and widespread as the galra!

Nono you're absolutely valid in saying the punnet square numbers made your head spin (they certainly did mine), the human brain really isn't cut out to envision quantities on the scale we're talking for Imperial population 😅

Ah, the ol' spoon deficit,,,, believe me sweetheart, I've been there, but I'm glad to hear your personal projects are going well! I wish you the best of luck, love!!

[mac-aro-ni]

Housekeeping Notes

Hello to the various new followers of this blog in the last few months!

I have noticed that some of you seem to be brand new tumblr accounts. I appreciate you following this blog so quickly after joining tumblr! It warms my heart that so many aromantic people are able to find this blog so quickly!

However, I have only realized this because of certain "common practices" on this site, and I'm worried that some of you might be getting blocked by other blogs you try to follow! If your blog is completely blank (no icon/profile picture, no title, no descriptions, no posts, and all the default settings like having your likes and follows publicly visible), you unfortunately look indistinguishable from a new spambot that hasn't started their second phase of operation yet. A lot of users on this site block accounts that are blank, out of an abundance of precaution for removing spambots from their blog so they don't get spam links in their replies/reblogs. Spambots start by following a massive number of accounts and existing in silence for a week or more, then suddenly start posting stolen pictures from the internet before moving on to posting content that breaks TOS and is full of links trying to scam anyone who clicks them. A blank blog is not a guarantee that in a few more days, you won't start spamming them.

Luckily, there's an easy fix! Simply pick out an image of any kind to act as your blog icon, change your title to anything a human would write ("I'm new!", "~lurking~", and "not a bot" are all perfectly acceptable options), and change your description (a lot of us do mini bios there, but you can also just have something like "I'm new to tumblr and figuring out what I want on my blog still" )! Another quick fix is to make one (1) single post that clarifies you're still adjusting to tumblr, and leaving it as your only post til you start reblogging stuff.

Don't be afraid to hit reblog! It's kinda like retweeting, or sharing on Facebook, or saving a pin to a board on Pinterest. You don't have to add anything to a reblog, but you have the option to add tags (which can be used to organize your blog into different topics like having different boards on Pinterest or albums on Instagram, or to just talk about the post in a way that requires more effort for someone else to include in their reblog from you) or to add text/images/links to the body of the post (that's how those long chain posts with many different blogs adding on their thoughts happen!).

Reblogging is the lifeblood of the site. Tumblr has added algorithmic options to the dashboard in recent years, but most of us prefer to use tumblr the old-fashioned way and only see posts from people we follow. Reblogging is how you get a post in front of your followers! It's how your followers get to know you! Have fun with it!

Liking is the bonus extra-love button, or for when a post is one you like but for whatever reason you don't want it on your blog(s). Reblogging is a better method of engagement, but liking isn't completely useless like a lot of people try to say. Tumblr has added a thing where, if your likes are public, your followers might occasionally see a post that you liked on their dashboard. Most of us keep our likes private, though, so many people aren't aware this is a thing now, and we like things specifically to engage but not show it off on our blogs, so we don't want our likes showing up on people's dashes. I tend to like a post when I would maybe spam multiple reblogs of it but don't want to reblog it several times in a row and clutter up my own blog, or when it's a discourse post I agree with but don't want to spread the discourse around. Artists will often mention things about reblogs being better than likes and it is for this simple reason: reblogging means you are putting it in front of more eyes, and thus helping the artist find buyers/commissions and build their brand. If you follow an artist and hit 'like' on everything they post, consider reblogging some of them so more people see their art and they can get even more attention for their wonderful talent/skill!

Some other things:

For anyone who hasn't checked this blog's homepage out, you may be unaware that this blog is not a main account. It's a group sideblog, one that I do not own. The owner hasn't logged in to tumblr in years, so there won't be any calls for additional moderators for the foreseeable future (as I am unable to add new members myself because of the permissions set by the owner). I am currently the only active mod for the account, so only my main is currently linked in the bio. You can follow me on that blog if you want to get to know me better! I post way more stuff there, just because it's not focused on a single topic like this blog is. (Because this is a sideblog I cannot DM from this account, either, so if you ever need to DM me for some reason you need to go to my main and DM me there.)

I try to answer asks I get here as quickly as possible, and the anonymous option is on! I do my best to reblog things from all across the spectrum of aromantic experiences, but I only have my own experience to base my judgement on, so if there's a particular flavor of aro content you'd like to see more of (posts for a specific identity, more art, more comics, whatever), just send an ask and let me know!

[tadbitfooled]

#TADBITFOOLED - selective, semi-private independent multimuse roleplay blog for BALDUR'S GATE 3. Has 5 custom Tavs and 1 Durge, along with REQUEST ONLY background/side muses. (Google Site under construction for Request Only Muses)

Penned by JB, definitely over 18 years of age and operates in Eastern Standard Time.

MUSE INTEREST TRACKER - This will enable me to know who you would like memes from and what kind of dynamics you would like to discuss concerning the muse.

Not sure where to start? Take this uquiz to see who your muse should date

Open Starters Masterpost this post has my opens for my Tavs to enable people to interact with them like companions.

Note: Main blog for @frontiersblade @sanguistimor & @tempestweave

Below Cut is the summary of my primary six (Tavs + Durge), list of Request Only Background/side muses, and rules

PRIMARY MUSES

BRIZA JAELRE - Drow - 178 years - Ranger - Outlander

Briza was born in the exiled House of Jaelre. She learned how to be a ranger and guard for her house on the surface, but she wouldn't mind some revenge against the ruling houses of Menzoberranzan.

DURANTE FAUST - Tiefling - 28 years - Warlock - Guild Artisan

Abandoned as an infant due to being a tiefling, Durante has made his way as a skilled stone work artisan. But tragedy in life led him to make a deal with an archfey.

FRITS FAREHILL - Halfling - 35 years - Wizard - Sage

A skilled wizard without the acclaim he deserves, Frits works as a researcher for his partner, going out into the field while his partner writes up the papers under his own name.

GWENIFAR VAN HOL - Human - 32 years - Cleric - Sage

After ten years of illness after taking on the burden for her sister with Ilmater's help, Gwenifar became a cleric for Ilmater to find meaning in her life. She has been a Cleric for around ten years based in the Open Hand Temple just outside of Baldur's Gate. She has recently been investigating the possibility of a Loviatan group in the city.

TALILAH BLUETHORN - High Elf - 136 years - Bard - Entertainer

Talilah is the daughter of a sun elf nobleman and a moon elf thief. Her mother raised her in her thieving group disguised as an entertaining troupe, which stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Unfortunately, they crossed the wrong nobleman in Baldur's Gate and Talilah had to work for him to ensure her mother and friends' safety.

TAVINKAS - Half Elf - 70s - Sorcerer - Dark Urge

A man with many demons he fights, trying to figure out who he is and why he is how he is. He knows he needs to stop the urges before they take control of him.

BACKGROUND MUSES:

Aella Dekarios - Younger sister to Gale

Arakhivaen Saliriador - Father of Talilah

Arzan Ancunín - child of Talilah and Astarion for second gen rpers

Chiela Ancunín - younger sister of Astarion

Klaudius Sarrick - Truescar of Loviatar

Kyrirthlila Bluethorn - mother of Talilah

Perun Dekarios - older brother or twin brother of Gale

RULES

This blog is set up as a semi-private roleplay blog, as in I plan on only interacting with mutuals in roleplay threads, but askbox is open to any. I’m not terribly selective about who I follow back. My only restrictions are

No auto-love interests. I prefer doing build ups for that and I enjoy muses falling in love instead of rushing to the in love part.

Please understand I have astigmatisms, so I need to be able to read what you write, as in make sure there’s good contrast. A lot of the time, black backgrounds with thin white font is not something I can read comfortably so I may not even bother with your blog.

BASIC ETIQUETTE

I expect manners from my followers. Do not push me, I have a lot of stuff going on in my life at the moment.

Do not control my muses or have your muse know things about my muse they should not. Do not be too overpowered. Make it fair, let’s roll initiative if we do have a conflict.

Starting OOC drama is a no. If I see it on my dash, I will unfollow and drop any threads we may have. Sorry, but I graduated in ‘09. I don’t have time for that anymore.

INTERACTIONS

My desire is for my primaries to be interacted first and foremost, unless you have approached me with an in depth discussion for one of the background muses.

Some of my background muses will require prior interaction with the primary muse they are tied with, unless there is an exception to that.

SHIPPING

I like shipping. I like discussing potential. What I don’t like is when relationships are assumed or there isn’t prior discussion and interaction. I’m very big on chemistry between characters and roleplayers. So please, let’s chat and interact first.

I’m multiship, I don’t tend to do exclusives. If I do end up doing exclusives, it would be due to having heavily plotted with the other rper and have built up a strong collaborative writing with them. And that takes months for me, so it’s not something that happens often.

My background muses are not open for romantic shipping at this time.

GREETERS, STARTERS, REPLIES

I don’t do greeters for new followers, as they often are stale and get ignored.

I’ll occasionally post starter calls for specific muses. If I do and you like it, expect me to comb over your blog and write at least a paragraph.

For askbox memes and starters, I try to reply to those within 24-48 hours so you know they didn’t get eaten or whatnot. As for replies to starters for me and threads, I throw those into the queue just so there’s some schedule here.

TRIGGERS AND THUS

Tag your nsfw items with a simple tag please. I know tumblr's being a pain, so nsft or usfw works too

I don’t have any major triggers, as I’ve gone to therapy to work through some of them. The color pink is not my friend, though, and if you have a lot of pink in your theme or about your muse, it may take me a little bit to get through the information/get comfortable with them.

[cselestial]

hello all! my name's cas, and i'm looking for some fellow 21+ writers who would potentially like to form a close-knit little writing group on a private jcink site.

i'm thinking mainly of having a little sandbox style site with mini sites built in, where we would have the potential to kind do whatever we want, but there's also the possibility to create our own little universes as well. if this sounds like something you'd be interested in, take a peek below the break for some more info!

also, as a quick note i'd like to say i've already got some skins set aside that i already have purchased or some other ones i'd like to buy in order to get things set up, so we'll be able to have something to start off with!

i've been out of the main rp scene for a bit, but i've been missing that small little sense of community that can come from creating amazing worlds and plots together. more than anything i'm seeking out like-minded people who feel the same, and would have a passion for doing the same. i want to really focus on character development, and cultivating all sorts of depth and storylines amongst each other! if that sounds like you're cup of tea, then i suggest you stick around.

a little bit about me as well before we start - i'm 26, nonbinary and use they/them pronouns. some of my favorite genres lie in supernatural, fantasy and crime elements. i also love love love queer plots, and most of my characters are queer each time. i'm a huge sucker for a good family plot and love a good bit of drama in just about everything i do. i prefer rl fcs and am comfortable with most topics, and i enjoy darker tones in a lot of my plots! some of my interests are video games, kpop, art, and obsessing over whatever show i have binged recently. i'm a huge chatterbox and love to get to know my partners, so if you like talking about headcanons or just silly stuff about our characters in general, then you're in the right place!

now that that's handled, just as a note, i'm looking for about 5-10 people who are interested in this little group! i think that number is good for a good little community to really get some plots going! i have a couple ideas already rolling around for some potential verses to start out with:

high fantasy — primarily inspired by the likes of got/hotd/lotr/eragon/etc and other similar fantasy stories, i'm imaging a world with multiple kingdoms, creatures, and all sorts of lore we could build out. primarily focused on court intrigue as well as a touch of classic fantasy drama, i would love to create a cast of characters to expand and fill out this world more.

supernatural — an open lore based world, i've had this idea rolling around in my head for some time. in this world anything goes for creatures, whether inspired by other cultures or simply a creation of your own imagination. but there would be an overarching plot revolved around a magical town and other subplots for us to take part in! (in that same vein though i'd love something simple too with just like a classic wolf pack dynamic!)

sci-fi — this is also quite a bit more open, but more in the sense of space exploration. inspired by the likes of dune and the robinsons, think space exploration but with a touch of plot as well re: some revolution elements. space pirates, androids, and all sorts of things are welcome! this one has a lot open in terms of world-building as well.

all this being said, these three are by no means the only things we could jump into, but rather a jumping off point! i want to encourage a place where all of us can develop these worlds as we see fit, and make something we all truly love! if you're interested, please feel free to like this post or shoot me a message and we can chat on discord!