#I'm so happy to have found a corner of the internet where I can share my brainrot over the wizard man and have people to fanboy with <3

[xenocorner]

Hello! I recently discovered you and your art and I'm BLOWN AWAY 😳 I cannot tell you how much I love and admire your art style!!?!?' It's so crisp and moody and vibrant. It's absolutely stunning; and I love how you draw the beloved Wizard and the Snarky Genius ❤️✨ I'm so glad I followed, and I can't wait to see more 🙏

THAT'S SO NICE OF YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :'''D I'm so happy to hear that, this kind of comments really do make my day :'''] Here's a small Stephen thing in one of the styles I haven't used in a while just for u <3

Again thank you so much, hope you like my future work! :'D

[msbrownwithacrown]

I write on here because I was tired of being gaslit by Fandom. There's fans, mostly on other platforms, that insult and belittle you if you dare to analyze Tamlin beyond a surface-level depth.

They call him Tampon. They talk about his "tantrums". They say that he's a sexist. That he can't take no for an answer. That he's a horndog. A tool. An abuser. That he just wanted a trophy wife. The list really goes on and on.

And then those of us who dare to point out the discrepancies of Tamlin and Rhysand's character traits. That dare to show up on tiktok with our page #s, highlights, and further explanations of accusations and valid comparisons of what apparently is and isn't accepted based on the character. We then, in turn, are ridiculed and belittled for our own musings. I've been called "small-minded", "that I just like Tamlin because I like the idea of man taking care of me", "an abuser apologist", and more. It's not right.

Stories are meant to invoke thought and emotion. You have no control over how another person is going to interpret a story. You can't enforce mob mentality about art criticism. People should be allowed to share thoughts on a smutty fae book without being called names.

And that's why I'm so happy I found this corner of the internet. Where people are able to share hot takes on Tamlin and Maasverse, in general. Where we can point out discrepancies and in-depth character analysis.

[freesia-writes]

One Year on Tumblr?! 😍

365 days, 1302 followers, 3 full-length fics, 80-ish one-shots, and a whole lot of nonsense later...

I'm so very happy I found this fantastic little corner of the internet. I didn't know this is where all the awesome people were hiding all those years. 😜

Thanks to each and every one of you for making this place what it is by sharing your thoughts and talent, comments and reblogs, requests and ideas, and your own unique spark that no one else can mimic.

I feel like there should be a fun way to celebrate but I have no idea how so... just here to say THANK YOU! ❤️

[ember-owlet]

Hi hi :]] I practically did a little happy dance seeing blue eye samurai in your fandom list !

It's super easy for me to see Mizu as a regressor due to various reasons, particularly involuntarily! (And they very much deserve to catch up on their childhood)

So I think the formal request would be a headcanon post ! 👀 it doesn't have to be specifically regressor Mizu if you don't see her in that light /gen :]

I'm just happy someone else in this little corner of agere internet shares one of my interests !! ✨️🌿

a/c : hello!! aaa i'm ecstatic to know that you also enjoy blue eye samurai with an agere lens! despite the show's brutality, there are some really good nuggets of baby content to be found. i'd be happy to write some regressor! mizu headcanons for you as its about time i wrote something for them. and don't worry, i see her in the same light as well! feel free to send me your own personal thoughts on the characters/show to discuss as i'm thrilled to be in this corner of the agere internet with you friend. enjoy the headcanons! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ disclaimer! i do use primarily feminine terms when referring to mizu (they/she), but i do acknowledge that there are many interpretations of pronouns/gender identities to refer to the character as, and i find them wonderful! /gen

dynamic: regressor! mizu

content warnings: mentions of vent regression due to trauma, physical/mental anguish, light mentions of gender dysphoria ((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

mizu has always been a trauma regressor to me, especially due to their lack of dealing with their feelings head on. their body would have to nearly force them to stop and take a break from their revenge mission and focus on recovering.

the first time she regressed would be terrifying to her, the feeling of being so out of control and helpless would make her hide away to try to push herself out of it as fast as possible.

it would take an incredible amount of time and trust developed before she felt safe around someone to tell, let alone show such a vulnerable state.

the select characters that i could realistically see her regressing around would be sword father or ringo.

if she were to regress voluntarily it would be to have the childhood that she wished she could have, one where she wasn't forced to grow up as a boy and to ease her gender dysphoria with feminine items/clothing.

she would be a very independent kiddo, not wanting to rely on others in fear that she would be an inconvenience or she would be punished for wasting someone's time after being treated as a monster for so long. if she were honest she genuinely wouldn't know how to react to such affection.

that being said, she needs gentle reassurance when in a younger state with a caregiver that helps her along the way. adding fruit/vegetables to her meals to make sure its balanced or mending their clothes would never go unnoticed and greatly appreciated.

she'd be so used to the feeling of being in pain or nauseous that she'd have a hard time differentiating pain that should be attended to or not. therefore her caregiver would need to keep an eye on her and remind her that any and all pain is worth looking at/caring for.

as a sentimental person she'd want to keep things gifted to her and wear or use them as comfort items until they physically can't be repaired anymore.

some of her favorite gifts would include free flowing or baggy clothes that she can keep close to her person for comfort.

her main comfort item is her sword, and would not be able to go anywhere or sleep without it clutched to her side as it reminds her of home and is something that she can rely on to keep her safe.

an actually extremely feral regressor as well if given the chance to be her true self (/lh /pos). i could absolutely see them wanting to play outside and then coming back home caked in mud and bruises while having the time of their life.

let her be a goofy kid!! growing up so fast from situations out of her control that she'd long for days where she'd let herself have fun.

LOVES going to the beach/aquarium. a true ocean lover whose favorite activities involve being around or in large bodies of water.

play fighting is a love language! she would love to wrestle her playmates/caregivers to see who is the strongest. as a physically stronger regressor she'd need to learn the value of her strength and to not be too rough if she were to get too excited.

they can get easily frustrated with creative tasks, and would prefer specific instruction in order to feel useful. it would make them the best helper around.

would love to play a game where they are the hero for once. (being called a monster can wear someone down mentally and it would definitely make her day to be seen as the hero of the story).

she also requires a ton of quiet time to allow her mind and body to rest. would she ever do it herself willingly is another question for another day, but she'd reluctantly do it if asked of her with sufficient gentle praise and coaxing.

as touch starved as they are, i can't see her being the one to initiate contact with someone unless the moment takes over her softer side and she can't help but wrap her arms around them or gently nudge them with her body to tell them that she's there and cares for them.

from her caregiver or those that she considers close she would accept forms of physical affection but wouldn't be too vocal on how much it means to her.

she'd believe that she'd never be able to repay her caregiver for their kindness but will continually try to find little things throughout the day to show them how grateful she is.

oddly enough i could totally see her gifting a sword to her caregiver as it is something that she believes she's good at and would work tirelessly day and night to make sure it's perfect.

despite being in a younger mindset she can and still would mean business to anyone who dares mess with her caregiver. even a baby phoenix still has talons.

[butchpeace]

Hey, recently found your blog though the detrans tag. I'm looking for some advice, if you don't mind me asking.

I [mid-20's] was born female and transitioned (top surgery, hysterectomy & oophorectomy, 6+ years on HRT) and I feel...out of place.

I've never been able to mix with LGBT groups and I don't understand the culture (?) surrounding it. The word "queer" bothers me because I know what it means, I believe sexuality to be sex-based (because that makes sense—I can't comprehend how anyone can believe lesbians are able to be into dick), I don't think gender/sex is "fluid" or what have you, I find asking people for their pronouns to be insulting and invasive to everyone (+ using "they" as default)—save for, specifically, openly non-binary people—etc., etc. So, there's no community to be found within the LGBT community for me. It is what it is.

I've tried to find some sort of space to slot into within "TERF" corners of the internet, but the community (?) freaks me out somewhat. (i.e., using terms like "genderists" is weird as hell to me & puts me off as someone questioning detransition & still on HRT.) So, no community there. Again, it is what it is.

I've tried Transmedicalist groups, but again, my "TERF-esque" beliefs aren't welcome. They're not a fan of Buck Angel (neither am I, but I relate to & agree with his "female living as a man" perspective).

I suppose I'm just wondering how the hell you do it. How are you getting by? How do you find normal, likeminded people who get you?

I have a [not trans] girlfriend who has been incredibly supportive of me throughout my transition + with now referring to me with "she"/"woman"/etc and such [privately]. We share similar views on sexuality being sex-based, so things have worked out well between us.

I'm just feeling real alien whenever I compare my life & beliefs to all of these different groups of people. Feels like there's nowhere to go to.

Honestly, it’s tough! I’m new to all this too and I feel like we’re in this weird space right now where detransitioners are figuring all this out together. I’m also not someone who will have an easy time of socially detransitioning, so it’s gonna be a gradual process for me.

I benefitted a lot from detrans support groups in the beginning, and made some closer connections through there with people who I hope will be in my life long term, although they’re long distance. That’s what helped me really figure out where I stand on everything, and helped me sort through my mental health shit and the reasons for my transition in the first place, as well as processing the trauma of it all. Feel free to DM me if you’re interested in a support group, or I’m always down for new detrans friends if you want to talk!

I’m not out as detransitioning to everyone in my life yet, but the process of starting to come out has been interesting. It’s really hard to try to balance all these different groups and find people who get you while also being completely honest about your opinions and your history. I have trans friends who I want to keep in my life. Even if I no longer agree with transition, I still care about them. They respect my detransition even if they don’t get it. I have LGB friends who understand what detransition means but who also don’t really get it on a deeper level. I have straight friends who understand what detransition means, but don’t understand lesbian culture or the forces that caused my transition in the first place.

But I think the important thing is to just be really honest. That’s something I’m working on myself. I think people understand more than you might think they would, once you really open up to them. And don’t be afraid to speak your mind a little bit here and there, as it feels safe. I honestly believe that most people have reservations and disagreements with the mainstream beliefs of the trans community, and they’ll be happy to know that you’re a safe person for them to talk about that with. For example, most people don’t like the idea of kids transitioning, and don’t agree with the sexuality bullshit. Those can be easy ways to get into a conversation about it all.

Hopefully something there helped 🤷🏻‍♂️🌈

[justagalwhowrites]

Bestieeee! HAPPY LAVENDERSARY! I cannot believe it’s already a year since you started this story!😱 I guess that in my efforts to push myself out here more and my want to participate a little bit in this celebration, I’m sending you a question about Sylvie, Ellie, Doc, and Joel’s life after the epilogue, and I wonder if you have some thoughts about it? Love you! Congratulations once again for writing this amazing story!🫂♥️♥️♥️

AHHHH BESTIE!!!!!

I can't believe that it's been a year but I also can't believe it's been just a year, you know? Who even was I before Joel and Doc??? I don't know anymore. Question response below the cut!

I LOVE this question!! I've thought so much about their lives together, really. To start, Joel and Doc die when they're 101 and 90 respectively, the night of Doc's 90th birthday party. They go to bed together after being surrounded by their children and grandchildren (Sylvie marries Jonah in the 2040s after being childhood sweethearts. Andrew and Doc are overjoyed that they finally get to be actually related) and die peacefully in their sleep.

In between the end of the story and that time, they are leaders in Jackson where they help take care of the town and its people. Almost no one knows about what Doc did to save humanity, but she calls in a few favors because of it when it really counts. Jackson stayed operating pretty independently from all the new government systems being set up - something she helped facilitate.- and she also uses her connections and contributions to get another doctor into Jackson when she starts worrying about being able to keep up with the work. Joel tries to teach her guitar at one point and it goes very poorly. They settle for slow dancing to a CD in their living room and Joel playing guitar for her. They make sure they take time to go to the lake just the two of them in the summer because there's just something about the water. It takes a few years after humanity begins to function again but Joel is finally able to reliably get his hands on coffee beans. He makes a hobby out of making Doc her frilly coffees while drinking the straight black stuff he likes best. Ellie and Dina get together permanently about a year after Dina has JJ. Jesse is an excellent coparent. Joel and Doc love the crap out of that baby and Joel teaches him how to fish and throw a football and calls him sport. As the threat from infected eases, Joel and Doc take Sylvie, Ellie, Dina and JJ camping. They make smores and Doc sets one marshmallow on fire to make hers like Sarah did. Doc and Joel tell Sylvie and Ellie all about their older sister. The girls miss her, too, but in a way that makes their lives richer because that means they get to know her, too.

All in all, Joel and Doc get 45 years together, happy in Jackson with their girls and the family they made. It just took them a while to get there ❤️

You can also see what they got up to on the Lavenderversary with the last one shot I shared yesterday, ...Can Be Found.

Thank you so so much for being here and loving on these stories, bestie!!!! Your comments and asks are consistently some of the favorite parts of my day and I'm so happy to share this beautiful corner of the internet with you.

Love you!!!!

[letstalkwhump]

Let's Talk Whump No.13

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community. I’m Malice and I’ll be your host. 

Our wonderful interviewee for today is @unicornscotty!

Let’s start with something none non whump related about yourself!

I do Karate and have done for as long as I can remember. I've gone to a few abroad competitions such as World and European championships and hope to do them more in the future. It is a huge part of my life outside Whump.

What does whump mean to you?

I think its just a type of writing that is very different for everyone. To some it is a way to deal with trauma or it is a release. I don't know exactly what it is for me but... its a small corner of the Internet where I can write without judgement and that makes me happy. Also whumping OCs is fun.

And how did you find the whump community? What made you want to join? 

Well I just found it through prompts on Pinterest. Then I found some Tumblr blogs through Pinterest and became a recurring anon on the amazing milk-carton-whumps going by the unicorn emoji who convinced me to make a blog and now here I am.

Are there tropes you now love/hate that you didn't at first? 

I don't think there's been a big difference. I haven't read as BBU lately but at the same time I haven't found any new BBU/ pet whump. I know it's out there. I'll keep looking. I have been writing it privately with Milk.

And your favourite whump tropes?

Mistaken identity, hidden injury, royal whumo.is always good

Favourite piece you've written? Hype yourself up, we want to hear it!

My Pirate story I do love Alex I am proud of ch 10, but it holds alot of spoilers for the previous chapters. https://www.tumblr.com/unicornscotty/681796100215144448/chapter-10?source=share

Do you have a standard writing routine?

... I just take what I can get. My brain refuses to write sometimes!

Is there anything you struggle with writing?

Ummm I haven't written enough to find that yet. Once I get into the story, the words usually flow quite fast.

Anything new you’re working on?

I'm about to get a lot more free time in about 2 weeks and I plan to start writing a lot more.

Care to share a little bit of writing advice?

Oh no uhm... it doesn't matter what you write in the first draft, just write it, get it out of your head and onto paper or the screen.

Shout out to your favourite writing/whump blogs, bffs or people who've inspired you.

Trying to remember usernames now!

@milk-carton-whump as I have mentioned 

@just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi

@spookyboywhump

@cowboy-anon

@sideblogformindtrash

@tears-and-lilies (they haven't been in for a year but their work is amazing!)

Anything you'd like to add? 

Keep writing, don't worry about whatever one else thinks.

It was a pleasure to have you on the show, @unicornscotty! Thanks so much for joining us today!

And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

[wonderbreadog]

[kindly asking exclusionists and anti mspec lesbians ppl to just scroll past this post, please! thank you so much /gen . hate will be deleted and/or blocked tbh i will not give you the time of day]

okay I started writing this really long personal post about my past and about coming to terms with being a butch bi lesbian and how difficult and confusing it was of a journey to even get to this point, especially because I've medically transitioned and am happy with how I present myself (I look like a cis man but am not one, the butch dysphoria was just a thing that I didn't realize I was experiencing) and with how I identify (genderfuck truly is the gender label ever literally none of this is real) but then I realized that I didn't like how it was worded at all so I'm making another one ...

this may not make sense and may have a bunch of typos but its late for me and this is raw and I'm happy and feeling good and want to share. I'm not even adding tags for reach cuz this is a personal post

but hey, damn, being a lesbian was this massive repressed part of my identity that has always been with me but tucked away deep into the depths of my brain where I could not reach it because I THOUGHT I was a bi man (then eventually a bi nonbinary person), but I can't ignore it anymore.

I am a lesbian. a bi lesbian.

I love women SO MUCH. I have always loved women. but I also love nonbinary people. genderqueer people. bigender/trigender/pangender people who have being a woman or being woman adjacent as part of their identities. I love genderfluid people. even MORE people that I can't fit here. and yes, I love men.

I am bi, but also very much a lesbian. and very, very much butch. 100% without a doubt I am butch and always have been.

deep inside of me I guess I always knew a large part of me still held on to being a woman - and it still does. I am not entirely separated from it, I am still very much one, but I am also everything in between and nothing at the same time; however, I am still very disconnected from being a man. I just like to present incredibly masculine and pass for one.

I can't explain it, but I played butterfly soup again with my partner recently and something happened, to put it bluntly. I found it in 2018 during my transition, and it woke something up in me (I just didn't realize it.) playing it again now, and reconnecting with the characters made me realize that man. yeah. yeah, I'm probably a lesbian and this game made me realize that. yeah.

it's difficult because I know not many people will understand my experience and probably won't ever. I'm trying to be okay with that. genuinely though, I just want to be left alone in my little corner of the internet waving my little lesbian flag and hugging myself and giving myself the much needed self love that I deprived myself of for so long.

I have had so much internalized lesbophobia and transphobia brewing inside of me these past 7 years that it's time I heal from it. embrace who I am, you know? I am one of the weirdest people on the planet and I should learn to be okay with that, cuz regardless I have several people who love me and that makes it all okay.

and, honestly, I understand myself more now and I don't need people to tell me that my personal experience was wrong. I have things I've gone through - deeply upsetting things - that I won't talk about. things that don't need to be said. I also won't be going into every intricacy of why the lesbian label fits me so well; unless we are very close, that shouldn't matter to you. I am just someone on the internet that you can ignore. THAT is too personal for this post, and I will not be disclosing those reasons publically (for now, anyway)

so ya, goodnight, I am horrified to post this and see what horrors await me when I wake

[studiohromi]

Happy Anniversary to Studio Hromi LLC

Sliding in on the last day of the month here to celebrate the official 4-year anniversary of Studio Hromi. Though I was technically freelancing on and off in some capacity since 2014, it became a full-time job and the business was founded in August 2019.

Some interesting milestones and achievements that have occurred between August 2022 and August 2023:

⭐️ Worked with ~40 different clients on more than 70 projects, medical illustration and otherwise ⭐️ Sold merchandise at 3 different retail locations in Grand Rapids ⭐️ Participated in 19 different art markets ⭐️ Got more involved with the Association of Medical Illustrators as Chair of the Membership Committee and as a Mentor ⭐️ Joined Dinderbeck ⭐️ Finished my first large mural ⭐️ Collaborated with the Grand Rapids Public Museum as a visual artist for Concerts Under the Stars ⭐️ Enrolled in classes to prepare for the CMI exam

Goals and things I'm looking forward to in the near future and the next year of business:

⭐️ Take the CMI exam ⭐️ Share my knowledge more, whether that's through lectures, workshops, or online tutorials ⭐️ Find a way to make social media work for me; I've found the internet to be a huge bummer lately overall, so it would be nice to find some comfortable corners of it where I can share my work with success and joy ⭐️ Network with other medical illustrators more often

Thanks for sticking around and reading this far, if you have!

📷: Rachel Britton Photo

[inthemelancholymoonlight]

a little bit about me, the fic, and this blog

Hi, hello! Welcome to my little blog for In the Melancholy Moonlight! I'm guessing most if not all of you are here because you read my story, so thank you for that! For those of you who might have just happened to stumble across this blog, welcome to you too! Here is a little introduction to me, the story, and the blog, for whoever has found this little corner of the internet:

The first chapter of In the Melancholy Moonlight was posted on March 28, 2020. It's been a long two and half(ish) years for everyone. I started this story as a means of coping with the world, and it's saved my life several times over. Bringing this story to life brings me so much joy, and I hope it brings you joy too. :)

Nicknames for this fic include IMM and Moonlight, depending on who you ask. Feel free to make up your own, if you'd like. Nicknames for me are few and far between, so feel free to make up your own for me as well.

My username comes from the song "Pluto" by Sleeping At Last, which is, ironically, not my favorite song. That title goes to "Neptune," also by Sleeping At Last, but "Pluto" is a masterpiece and I chose that username because the full lyric is "Show me where my armor ends / Show me where my skin begins" and this story (and fanfic and fandom in general) has allowed me to explore the more vulnerable parts of myself and given me the courage to share with the world.

IMM is the story of Lucy Everlin Diggory. We begin our journey with her on August 25, 1991, and while I don't have a definite end date for this story, we will follow her story for over a decade. It's a massive fic and it will only grow from here, but I hope you will find it to be worth your time. There are many twists and turns. It is largely canon-compliant from 1991 to 1998, but epilogue? What epilogue? Besides, JKR sucks. I've taken many a liberty with her original work, and I will take many, many, many, MANY more before I'm through.

JKR sucks. Again. I just want to make that very clear. This story is a safe space for you, no matter who you are. Hatred has no place here.

I'm an aroace author, so please kind of just assume that all characters are aroace until it is stated otherwise. Again, I begin this fic in 1991, when they are all CHILDREN, so when I say this story is a slow burn, I mean it. That being said, this fic is diverse. I don't go into explicit detail of how many characters look, so it's truly open to interpretation. As far as sexuality and gender goes for my characters, that's open to interpretation too. Everyone is welcome here. If something resonates with you, claim it as yours. Everyone is safe and celebrated here. I promise.

This blog is going to be a place where I can talk about the fic. I have many thoughts in my head at all times, and I wanted a place where I could talk about it with anybody who is interested in hearing me talk about it. (Currently, I ramble a lot on my Quotev account. A lot of people who follow me read the fic, but not everyone does, so I feel kind of bad about that. Hence this blog!)

The ask box is always open! Please interact with me! I am quite lonely a lot of the time! I love talking about this fic! I am always happy to talk about anything else too! (My other interests are anything and everything Middle Earth, Narnia, Supernatural, ATLA, Percy Jackson, Sleeping At Last, Taylor Swift, English in general, I'm currently watching Parks and Rec for the first time, et cetera, et cetera. I will talk about anything.)

Oh, and I am a Marauders fan! I'd love to write a proper Marauders fic one day, but in the meantime, I do my best to include little Marauders moments even in this 90s-era story.

A little bit about me, organized into one convenient list: INFJ | 4w5 | Hufflepuff | Thunderbird | Sam-coded Dean girl (gender-neutral) | Remus-coded James girl (gender-neutral) | Gemini sun, Libra moon, Scorpio rising | I put all of the As in LGBTQIA+ so there's that

Thank you for reading this far, if you did! Sorry for such a long first post, but again, I have many thoughts in my head at all times and I wanted to properly fully introduce myself, the fic, and this blog. I hope you enjoy!

[thietanavenus]

❀ 𝓒𝓠'𝓼 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻 ❀

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Hello there, dear lovely, and welcome to my cozy corner of the internet! Call me CQ! Stay a while, won't you?

I'm a creative who dabbles in a random assortment of things; I write and roleplay, design and create outfits and original characters, and I do 3D art ranging from modeling whatever suits my mood to doing renders or small animations of my favorite characters! I'm a big fan of nerd stuff galore—anime, video games, manga, the like—and it's where I get most of my inspiration. Often times, you'll see me rambling or sharing my random thoughts about my interests here! But because some of those thoughts and the works I conjure up can get a little NSFW, I kindly and politely ask that minors do not interact. Please understand, dearies, that I think it safest for everyone involved. That being said, however, if you're only looking to use some of my assets, then feel free! My Ko-fi page is open to anyone and everyone. And if you like my stuff, feel free to donate! It helps a lot and encourages me to continue doing what I love.

I hope you enjoy your time here! CQ is always open to chatting and interacting with others, so she'd be happy to see you!

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CQ Creates - The tag for all of my 3D art! If you wanna see all of my renders, they can be found under here.

CQ Sells - If you just want to browse my 3D assets and P2U items, everything I'm selling is under here! Alternatively, you can go to my Ko-fi page linked above!

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[purlturtle]

9, 17, and 19 for the Deep Asks, if you're comfortable sharing!

Hi and thanks for asking! And yes, I am comfortable with sharing these; thanks for asking me that too!

9. What's one thing that's happened to you that has made you a stronger person?

Heartbreak. Happened more than once, and taught me that I can survive it? I love so, so deeply, and having that love be rejected, tossed back at me in a breakup is utterly devastating - but I know, these days, that my heart will keep beating, my lungs will keep breathing, and one day I will feel happiness again. And that, in turn, makes me unafraid to open my heart to happiness and love again, when that time comes. I guess this might sound very trite and lovey-dovey, but this is truly what I feel and what I've experienced.

17. What still excites you?

Oh everything.

Sorry, that was just my first reaction, and I figured I should put it on the page; seriously, though, I am not a cynic. I'm the polar opposite of a cynic. I love so much, and I can find something to love (and what is excitement if not another form of love) about pretty much anything. Even things that I myself am not into, say, heavy metal music - still I can feel excitement for how many people love it, for the Wacken Open Air and how utterly bonkers it is ("HELGA!"), for how experimental some of the musicians/bands are in trying out new things to further their art - you know what I mean?

There's a sentence in one of Pratchett's books that deeply resonates with me: "everywhere I look, I see something holy." What it means, in both contexts that it's used in the book (and the fact that it is used *twice*, in wholly different meanings but the same context, which - talk about SKILL, man), is that you find holiness when your mind is open to/prepped for seeing it. So if you train your mind in that way, you *can* see holiness (goodness, love, something to cherish, something to be positively excited about, whatever you want to call it) everywhere. And I have very much trained my mind to think this way, and cherish that I have.

19. Where is one place you feel most like yourself?

Once upon a time, the answer to this would have been:

"Everywhere I have looked for peace and have found it nowhere but in a corner with a book."

(I think the guy was called Francis of Sales, who coined that; I came across it in The Name of the Rose, where it was in Latin, and found the German translation of it, and this is my English rendition thereof?)

I haven't read many books in the past three years or so; any new ones just daunt me. I'm okay with re-reading books that I know I like, or read fanfic from authors and in fandoms that I like, because for all of these, the "investment" isn't as high. I know what the return will be, or am reasonably sure at any rate.

The next aspect is that I am usually very highly myself anyway; what you see is what you get. If anything I might pretend that I have a handle on everything, but even that I've dropped recently, because I very much did not have a handle on things anymore, and I needed people to know and respect that, and my choices that I took to get my feet back under me. So, in many places/situations I already *am* myself, and don't mask a lot.

If it's about what place or situation I would choose to be in because I'm most at ease there, it's in my home (wherever that happens to be*), on my own or with my wife and cats, with good food in the fridge and access to the internet, and the room temperature nice and warm.

*home is where I am, and where I am is home. I make myself at home very easily, like a cat. A hotel room very quickly becomes my home. As long as I can be certain that this place is mine and I can be here undisturbed and on my terms, it's home.

These were super interesting questions, thank you! I hope my answers will be interesting to you too!

If anyone else wants a go, the questions are here!

[worththewake]

Welcome!

Hello and a warm welcome to my little corner of the internet—I'm happy to have you here! 🌻

I'm Kharis (not my real name, but the name I'll be using here the most) and Worth the Wake is my personal blog, with a focus on my self-growth journey. You can find the blog at worththewake.com. Tumblr will be an off-shoot of my website, but will also be used for reblogging content and reads I think are interesting.

Why Start This Blog?

If there was one word to describe me, I would say it's daydreamer: lost in the what could be's without really thinking of how to get there. In essence, sometimes I dream too much and act too little.

It has always been somewhat of a struggle to put myself out there, in many aspects of the phrase. From making friends, to professional development and more. Some things, to me, are easier said than done—especially if it's something so much a step up from what you're used to. Or even if you've done it a billion times already, sometimes that little voice comes back and taunts you: "what if it goes wrong this time? What if you were just lucky before?"

In 2020, with a feeling of urgency that I needed to find a way to overcome these fears, to find a way to actualize my goals without stepping too far into the unknown, I began reading more articles about self-development and productivity. I found myself taking interest in the idea of self-growth and self-actualization and so... here I am.

I think fear, even when it feels silly sometimes, is an important feeling to have. But the hard part is not dwelling in it—to accept it for what it is and move past it. Maybe you're like me, where the hurdle never stops no matter how many times you jump over it.

But it does get better.

And so comes this blog.

What Will This Blog Be About?

Sharing my thoughts and feelings on self-improvement to the world wide web was, in itself, a challenge (and risk) I committed to realizing in 2021. (And here I am, sharing my first-ever blog post!) On this blog, I'll be talking about my own experiences and learnings with productivity, lifelong learning, habit-building, and more. Every personal reflection and insight I share will come from a gentler and slower, yet continuous, path to self-growth—accompanied by what I hope will be manageable and actionable steps. On occasion, I may post about other topics, ranging from lifestyle to creativity to side projects and career—though even these will be viewed through the same lens of gentle growth.

As much as this blog is something of personal nature, however, I also invite you, the reader, alongside my journey—to experience it together. See where the world takes us, and know that at the destination we'll be stronger, better, and more well-learned.

So let's create something together. Here's to the risk-averse risk-takers, the daydreamers ready to take a step towards creating dreams instead of feeling lost within one. This is to progress that may be slow, but is rewarding all the same. Because some dreams are worth the wake.

[cactusblossom]

Hello Simblr! Though I am not new to Tumblr, or even the idea of Simblr, this is my first adventure into the lands of having an actual dedicated space to tell the stories I usually keep to myself or my wife. I've played the Sims for years, spanning from The Sims 2, The Sims 3, The Sims Medieval, and The Sims 4, though it's only recently I've found my love and passion for Berry sims and all things brightly colored.

I know I'm super late to the game, but the Berry Sweet Pastel Rainbowcy, Pastel Patisserie, and of course, the Not-So-Berry challenges have caught my attention and my passion. I am not typically a legacy-style player, but being that writing and story-telling are my other hobby, I've finally decided to combine my love of the Sims, bright colors, and storytelling into one unit. (Wish me luck!) The first series I will be sharing here is my journey and sims in the Berry Sweet Pastel Rainbowcy. I have my degree in photography and art history, so the pressure is on me to produce captivating images that are beautiful to look at! I hope you enjoy them as much as the story I'm creating--and as much as I do!

My wife is a long-time Simblr user (though she's been absent in the most recent years and you can definitely blame me), and goes by ohthesefaces! In the coming weeks, as I get this set-up and going, she will be helping me make sure I have a Resources page for you guys to see what overlays, skins, and common custom content I use in my game. I am WCIF (where can i find) friendly and more than happy to help answer any questions that you guys have, or just chat about my story!

Thank you so much for taking the time to visit my little corner of the internet and see what I'm doing! In this introductory image, as well as my blog header and icon, I'd like to introduce my sim Cactus Blossom! Although she won't have an active role in my current Berry Sweet Pastel Rainbowcy legacy challenge, she will definitely be seen in the background (I think!) and throughout my blog. Listed here are the rules to the challenges I mentioned: Berry Sweet Pastel Rainbowcy -- Updated by Sweetlysimss Berry Sweet Pastel Patisserie -- basilgrove Not So Berry -- Updated by Sweetlysimss

[inupinggu]

-ˏˋ LOVE-ON⠀♡⠀NISHIMURA RIKI ˊˎ-

PROMPT! riki as your cute high school crushie ><

PAIRING! nishimura riki x reader

GENRE! high school romance - fluff! fluff! fluff!

NOTE! this will be based in japan our riki's home country and will use honorifics because. cringe? maybe? you're 😪 riki's 😁 + by far the most random and mixed up idk drabble? i wrote. this is like, me telling seven stories while trying to only tell one. longer than i intentionally wanted it to be :(

classmate! riki who will follow you anywhere within the school like a happy puppy that has found a new owner. who monitors your schedule so he knows what classes you don't share together. so that he knows when and in which room he will wait for you every time you finish class before lunch or before going home so that you have someone with you.

classmate! riki who will sit at the same table as you at the library when you try to review for the sole purpose of making your blood boil. the type of a classmate who would do funny expressions whenever you try to be serious.

you sat at a library table alone in the midst of the week to review for an upcoming marked five star quiz on the following week with buds stuck to your ears to muffle the noise around you. “while many quantum experiments examine very small objects, such as electro–” you cut yourself off with a sigh and closed eyes the moment you felt someone with long limbs plop themselves on the empty space beside you. “hey girlie,” riki grins with ups and downs of his eyebrow. his right hand extended vertically while the other that rests on top forms an inverted L shape for his head to lean on, he stares at you. “just kidding. keep going, i won't make a noise or whatever to interrupt you.”

classmate! riki who will pop out of nowhere to pull random shit he has under his sleeves. it be a deez nuts joke, a very disturbing ‘did you know’ trivia, or just him challenging you on random duels with prizes.

“i'm gonna get a higher score than you on the quiz tomorrow.” a face suddenly appeared from your right while you were walking. “oh, that scared me!” you jumped surprised like how a normal person would act to something of the sort. “can't you just let your presence be known normally?”

classmate! riki who would use his stop at the convenience store to accompany you on a walk home under the orange-y rays of the setting sun. the walk together embraced by silence except for the meek sound of your simultaneous step.

"i believe that your house is that way, riki-san," interfering the silence of the atmosphere, you elaborated. pointing at the left corner of the road. only for him to muster an expression of someone who learned a new information, eyes squinted with the corner of his lips curving while nodding slowly, “hmm... interesting.”

classmate! riki whose ‘prizes’ in duels progress into suggesting something. from him wanting you to cover his lunch for a whole week to him asking you on a date.

"if i get a higher score on our science test tomorrow, will you let me take you out on a date?" riki's laid back tone made you turn your buffled gaze to his direction catching that he isn't even looking at you. what surprised you was the unusually calm demeanor he was holding right now. his school back wrapped across his torso with his hands stuck deep inside his pocket, striding suavely.

classmate! riki who tries to look cool by stating quotes he found on the internet and testing it out with the most philosophical tone a teenage jokester could muster.

"okay, you can try.” his head whipped to his left where you stood after hearing the words that left your pretty lips. he wasn't expecting you to agree.

classmate! riki who knows that because of your stupid rivalry, his whole school life has been improving. he studies more often to beat you during exams and quizzes, he will attend school earlier to spite you and goes to his soccer practices more than once in a while because he needs his extracurricular.

classmate! riki who is considered smart by his other classmates that when questioned; ‘is nishimura riki smart?’ they'd say yes with no hesitation but would follow up with a; ‘he's just a bit of a menace who doesn't know how to use his knowledge properly.’

classmate! riki who's the menace you have a crush on! but you won't let him know because if you do his ego would rocket beyond the roof like his height.

"here's my stop," you smiled at him. his orbs that nearly matched the color of his hair gazed upon yours. a deep hum was his only response. muttering a small thank you with a small bow, you turned on your heels ready to open the gate not until riki spoke. “where's my kiss?”

classmate! riki who thrives on the way you get flustered every time he does something that he knows would make someone's heartbeat race. whose way of being friendly is straight out flirting, obvious and fun. he denies the assumption.

classmate! riki whose real way of flirting is not the obvious and fun, but the way of flirting that catches you off guard and leaves you a blushing mess. he does it all subconsciously.

"sure, you thanked me," he started. "but a kiss would be more worth it," he added. his teasing tone wasn't even helping causing the earlier's shade of pink on your face to deepen. "hey, no one asked you to walk me home," you deadpanned. "don't come at me asking for returns, dumbass." you stuck your tongue out at his suave act which was cut off by your brutal honesty. now he was the one who's flustered.

classmate! riki who will whine about everything. he will not leave you alone, not until you give his prize. who will sulk outside your gate all pouty with his arm crossed over his chest. the type to occasionally huff loudly when he notices you still hadn't made it inside the door of your house without giving him his kiss when he voluntarily walks you home.

"do your best at the exam tomorrow," your honey coated whispered sent shivers down the male's spine. his heart was pounding. super loud he was afraid you might hear it. and him without knowing that yours was as loud as his. the closeness. the contacts. these were all new for the both of you. ‘you're getting bold’ he thought.

classmate! riki who gets daily bonks from you to shaken his brain.

“go home, dumbass!” the bonk you gave him seems to work. riki rubbed the part of his head that got hit as he hissed. meanwhile, you stood there averting eye contact with the boy in front of you.

classmate! riki who just walks away after flustering you with a pat on the head after giving you bento boxes nicely wrapped in cute patterned fabrics or his blurted words that make blood rush to your cheeks and ears. (this boi is uncomfy with the prospect of you not having proper meals on time.)

classmate! riki who's almost always barely on time. be it his morning classes or soccer practices, he's always got something to do before he does what he actually needs to do.

just when the teacher was about to distribute the test papers, an exhausted looking nishimura riki appeared before the door frame. the attention of the students including the teacher and you was transferred to him. you shook your head side to side while looking down as you hear him apologize to the teacher for being late. you sensed him seating beside you and you glared at him. “miss me?” he asked confidently as the students in front of you started passing the test papers. you tried to ignored him by getting your own quiz paper and passing the excess to the student behind you as riki did the same. “hmp,” he huffed. he sulks every time you ignore him.

classmate! riki who resorts in looking at your papers once in a while. who studies yet still cheats on tests and quizzes and you confronted him about this and he reasoned that he didn't want to think and waste any more braincells.

“nishimura-san, if you don't stop that buffoonery right now,” you quietly warn him without turning your gaze at him to avoid suspicion. “aw, what happened to ‘riki-san?’”

classmate! riki who will place down the ‘whatchu gonna do? tell the teacher?’ card every time you catch him slipping from the school ground rules.

purposely taking your sweet time answering, you were sure that you would probably ace the quiz. and it was a problem. so you changed some of your answer to give riki a fighting chance. you were mentally cursing yourself for the things you're doing for that menace.

classmate! riki who begs you to wait for him in front of the classroom he'd be kept in for detention after you do tell the teacher what he's done. arguing that you were the reason he was there for snitching.

“how well do you think you did?” riki referred to the science test you took this morning as you sip from your favorite drink. he was on detention for an hour and a half and asked you to accompany him through it and now you were sitting by the window with him on the other side. “mhm, i think i did pretty well. how well did you think you did, peabrain?” he scoffed loudly at the nickname, “you'll see.”

classmate! riki who will have a large grin plastered on his face when he gets his test paper back. the kind of grin that he'd have when he wins a bet between you or his other friends. the type to shove his perfect score to your face to spite you, to make small victory dances in front of you as part of his small celebration.

a small smile appeared on your lips in relief. you thought he aced the test from how happy he was. and surprisingly, he didn't. he was just half a point higher than you. 29.5/30, because his dumbass used the word face instead of phase in the explanation part that counts as five points.

classmate! riki who will get all whiny and upset when he finds out you let him win purposely on a duel.

"YOU WENT EASY ON ME!" he pointed at you as he jumped over your small frame to put you on head lock. he was careful though not to suffocate you. “IF I DIDN'T, YOU WOULDN'T BE SO ELATED TO TAKE ME ON A DATE! LET GO!”

classmate! riki who will help you climb over the wall of your school on a friday during your vacant to go on a tteokbokki date. who lets you sit on his shoulder while he lifts you high to reach the top of the barrier and climb over to the other side.

classmate! riki who will fly a paper plane to your direction when the teacher's not paying attention. “let's walk home together after school” the paper read. the type to wave his eyebrow at you with a grin when you turn to his direction.

you walked side by side, nishimura riki purposely bumping his sides on yours ever so slightly. you found this annoying and stupid. why wouldn't he just straight up and hold your hands if he wanted to. if he wouldn't then you will. you snaked your hands to his, by the slightest contact of your skin to his, he flinched transferring his gaze to where your hands were making contact. the rays of the sun setting complimented the blush on your cheeks. intertwining his slender fingers to yours, riki smiled while doing so. feeling the slight squeeze you gave his hand. the male found the gesture cute, returning it with two squeezes. and the of you walked down the peaceful streets of your residence, holding hands. cherishing each other's presence while you still can.

BONUS!

classmate! riki who will suspiciously give you snacks or make you drink water with a knowing smile. who will suddenly start laughing as you open your mouth to eat or drink what he has for you while encouraging you to keep going.

“did you pick this up from the floor? is this dirty? is this expired? nishimura riki, you fucking asshole.”

© inupinggu | all medias used belongs to inupinggu unless stated otherwise |

[cherrykindness]

wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."