#SECOND TIME TRYING TO POST THIS. PLEASE TUMBLR DO NOT GIVE ME ANY ISSUES

[nihilistic-god]

i believe you're the one who's meant for me we can be free, just come with me .

my attempt at @gloomiegalaxie-sims's create a cryptid challenge!

the guardian of the magic realm, said to bring good luck if you manage to spot him, easily blending in with the surroundings of the cosmos.

massive thanks to all the cc and pose creators! cc: @pyxiidis@saruin@natalia-auditore@ssspringroll@valhallansim@pralinesims@obscurus-sims@lady-moriel@vapidsims@j3lly-fish@berrygameplay@gerbithats@thepeachyfaerie poses: @keirosims@helgatisha and more i probably missed

[floodkiss]

Say "NO" to Genocide - Call, email, mail your reps (Canada)

Me and my friend spent some time today writing letters to the House of Commons, plus we have been calling MPs daily. I haven't seen too many resources for this floating around on tumblr, so here's a lengthy guide on how to do this plus some sample scripts! Long post ahead since I think it will be most helpful to dump everything in one spot to reference. On desktop, use CTR F/CMD F to search for the topic -> Phone / Email / Letter Mail / Contacts / Demands / Scripts / Fax

Update 1 - Nov 23: Updated emails with "mailto" hyperlinks, edited demands, added fax section, added scotiabank pres fax number.

On the PHONE / General Tips

Introduce yourself and identify yourself as a constituent by providing your postal code or address.

Ask to speak to the MP directly, but do not be surprised if you must speak to the MP’s staff instead. Staff can help move your issue forward.

Give the reason for your call and explain your concern.

Focus on one or two main concerns per phone call. Do not unload on the MP or their staff with all of your political concerns at one time.

Ask clear and pointed questions that require some explanation.

Ask for a commitment to action.

KEEP IN MIND Tips for Calling MPs:

Tell the MP that this issue will matter to you in the next election.

Avoid revealing party affiliation or sympathies. If you show that your vote is already cast for a certain party, the MP may not have the incentive to respond to your requests.

Be as brief as possible while outlining concerns.  Show that you respect their time.

Remain calm and respectful in dialogue. Be willing to work with them.

Follow up: Find out what actions were taken as a result of your call, and respond appropriately.

(Source: CPJ.ca)

CJPME Call Tool - Fill in the form, there will be suggested talking point. The tool will call your phone and then patch you through to your MP. If voicemail, state your concerns in 30 seconds. No address input will default you to call Foreign Affairs Minister Melanie Joly.

EMAIL

Be sure you sign your email with your name and mailing address so they know you are a part of their riding.

You will most likely receive a PR-type response or no response at all, but please still send these. It disrupts operations, and it still contributes to pressuring your MP to act on behalf of your riding.

LETTER MAIL

Mail may be sent postage-free to any member of Parliament at the House of Commons address. You just need to use an MP's full title if they are Cabinet members. Cabinet mebers have "The Honourable" attached to their names.

Postcards are efficient in that they are small pieces of card stock and can be a short message plus demands, no need to get use envelopes.

The Right Honourable Justin Trudeau House of Commons Ottawa, Ontario, Canada K1A 0A6

CONTACTS

Find your MP - ourcommons.ca - Contact the MP of your riding, any of the contacts below, as well as any cabinet members in your city or province.

Prime Minister (613) 992-4211 / justin.trudeau@parl.gc.ca *FAX: 613-941-6900 /*If faxes are closed at the House of Commons line, try their local offices! (See below under "FAX" for fax guide!)

Deputy Prime Minister - Chrystia Freeland (613) 992-5254 / chrystia.freeland@parl.gc.ca FAX: 416-928-2377

Minister of Foreign Affairs - Mélanie Joly (613) 992-0983 / melanie.joly@parl.gc.ca FAX: 613-992-1932

Minister of International Development - Ahmed Hussein (613) 995-0777 / ahmed.hussen@parl.gc.ca FAX: 613-995-0777

Minister of National Defence - Bill Blair (416) 261-8613 / bill.blair@parl.gc.ca FAX: 416-261-5286

Canada-Israel Interparliamentary Group (CAIL) Stéphane Bergeron (*he's not a chair or vice chair of this group, but i want to warn that stephane WILL argue with you, so call after hours if you are scared of confrontation 😭☠️) (450) 922-2562 / Stephane.Bergeron@parl.gc.ca Anthony House-father (Chair) (514) 283-0171 / anthony.housefather@parl.gc.ca Randall Garrison (VC) (250) 405-6550 / randall.garrison@parl.gc.ca Marty Morantz (VC) (204) 984-6432 / Marty.Morantz@parl.gc.ca The Honourable Ya’ara Saks (VC) (416) 638-3700 / yaara.saks@parl.gc.ca

Embassy of Israel (613)567-6450 / FAX: 613-750-7555

DEMANDS

Summarized from resistance groups such as H/mas, H/zbollah, PFLP (Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine), DFLP (Marxist Democratic Front got the Liberation of Palestine), CJPME (Canadians for justice and peace in the middle east), and other anti-war, anti-imperialist, IRL Palestinians.

Canada needs to...

Call an immediate PERMANENT ceasefire to end bloodshed

Send humanitarian aid to Gaza.

Institute embargo on all military exports to Israel

Close the embassies, and sanction Israel diplomatically and economically.

SCRIPTS

Use these as scripts for calling, emailing, and mailing. I suggest adding some of your own sentences and changing the subject lines (for email) so they don't end up in spam.

Example from Canada: Stop Arming Israel - World BEYOND War 

As we mourn the thousands of people in Israel and Palestine who have been killed in the past few weeks we refuse to stand by and allow the only true winners in war — the weapons manufacturers — to continue to arm and profit off of it.

Canada exported over $21 million in military goods to Israel in 2022, including over $3 million in bombs, torpedoes, missiles, and other explosives. - 2022 Exports of Military Goods 

Weapons companies across Canada are making a fortune off of the carnage in Gaza and the occupation of Palestine.

This is a call to action. It's time to stop letting these weapons companies profit off of the massacre of thousands of Palestinians. Find a location near you, get friends and allies together, and interrupt their business as usual to demand they stop selling arms and military technology to Israel.

Send an urgent message to demand Canada stop arming Israel and push for an immediate ceasefire to your Member of Parliament, the Prime Minister, and the Ministers of Foreign Affairs, International Trade, and Defense.

Dear [recipient's full name goes here], We are witnessing genocidal violence playing out in Gaza right now. Thousands of Palestinians have been killed, nearly half of them children. With a blockade on water, electricity, fuel and food, a quarter of all buildings razed to the ground, and over a million people displaced, UN experts have denounced Israel's actions as crimes against humanity. Meanwhile, weapons companies across Canada are arming -- and making a fortune off of -- the carnage in Gaza and the massacre of thousands of Palestinians by selling weapons and military technology to Israel. I am calling on you to do two things: to take immediate action to institute an arms embargo on Israel and to ensure Canada pushes for de-escalation and a ceasefire in Gaza. Sincerely,

Script Sample 2 from Palestinian Youth Movement

^This will open up a pre-written email in your chosen email app or site. Fill in the recipient line with the emails of MPs you wish to contact.

Script Sample 3 from CJPME's Email Campaign

^Complete the form to send an email to Prime Minister Trudeau, your local MP, and the leaders of the NDP, Convervatives and Greens. Canada must OPPOSE A SECOND NAKBA and dispossession of the Palestinians in Gaza by pushing for a ceasefire.

Script Sample 3 for mail:

(a mix of mine and a friend's)

I am writing to ask you to take immediate action to stop the genocide Israel is committing against Palestinians in Gaza as well as the onslaught of those in West Bank.

There is blockade on food, water, electricity, fuel, and the use of internationally banned white phosphorus to exterminate Palestinians. Aid is not able to enter Gaza because of this blockade. UN experts have named Israel’s actions as genocide citing numerous war crimes they continually commit.

While over 10k civilians have been martyr’d (4.2k of which are children), Canada has not even been able to NAME such crimes as genocide or call for an official ceasefire. This is not enough.

Canada needs to:

Call an immediate ceasefire to end bloodshed

Send humanitarian aid to Gaza.

Institute embargo on all military exports to Israel

Close the embassies, and sanction Israel diplomatically and economically.

FAX (NEW!)

Using faxzero.com is simple, just follow up the steps on the website. No fax machine required! Tell officials your demands and customize your letter by noting their complicity based on their role as a politician or gov official. Or keep it brief and simple, in large legible letters. 

Demands could include:

That you are a “Canadian” constituent That you are demanding an IMMEDIATE AND PERMANENT CEASEFIRE IN GAZA; That you demand a total withdrawal of financial (taxpayer) and commercial support and arms for continued occupation in Israel’s 70+ year occupation in Palestine; That it is shameful that [X] is choosing not to speak up for the deaths of more than 11,000 Palestinians, half of whom are children and thousands of others displaced; That Palestinians like all people, deserve life, dignity and justice; That Israel is breaking multiple international laws daily and Canada MUST meet its international commitment to promote and defend human rights under the Geneva Convention; That not putting these actions in place will harm constituents and undo acts of reconciliation with Indigenous peoples and other marginalized communities in Canada by not protecting the Indigenous peoples of Palestine; That unless there is concrete and everlasting action taken place, that there will be no peace until Palestine is free, and subsequently that you will not be voting for them (if applicable) in the next election.

Sign off with your name, address and postal code (if applicable, furthering that you are a resident on the stolen Indigenous lands otherwise known as “Canada”) Extended fax list: Scott thomson (president of scotiabank) - 416-866-5929 joe biden / whitehouse - 202-456-2461

(source: @/harlo.gif on IG)

[d4rkpluto]

i've returned to post about a particular subject i've been fighting to or not to post, because i used to consider this person the closest person in my life and i even considered her as a best friend and a sister.

and we have fallen out and apologised to each other many times, but perhaps whenever we argued it was life telling me that she is not supposed to be in my circle. and you could be wondering why am i bringing this up and telling tumblr this but im telling tumblr this to be aware of @couerardent and her scamming behaviour.

couerardent also known as MYSTIICWINTER OR MYSTICWIINTER.

talk about WORSE SERVICE I HAVE EVER GOTTEN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

[other people have come to me and spoke about how bad her services were, but i tried to overlook it because i really cared for her, lessoned learn]

i have always been empathetic towards ardent and her money situation, but there are moments when excuses turn into reasons to not do something. on august, i sent alex money because she needed it, but she also said in return she will give me 4 packs she usually gives her clients and she told me she would give me my money back.

first pack is "tell me your story."

second and other packs she hadnt told me what they were but she informed me that i'll be receiving them weekly since august, and now its november.

at first i was empathetic, since i used to be close to ardent, i knew she went through a lot of stuff at home, so i was patient. until august turned into september, and september turned into october and then october turned into novemeber.

and slowly i became annoyed, [as i should] because her services arent even long or good, as someone who gives chart readings to other people that consists more than fourteen pages, the effort to write that would take long, but ardent doesnt even give five pages for her services, three at most, so why is it taking her so long?

previously, she has joked to me about scamming other people, but would put the blame on them and not want to take accountability until they start using threats to expose her, i think she deleted the making fun of scamming them but here is some of it:

and when i would message her for updates about my reading because it'll take months, she would ignore me and even change her pfp on tumblr or discord, until i reach out to her on more platforms to get her attention.

and what would annoy me even more is that she would talk about how she never has something to do or would focus on other stuff knowing she needs to get my reading done lmao and this would be like 1-2 months after i was supposed to receive any of it lol.

worrying about the layout for almost 3 months PLEASE.

i have received 1/4 readings, and that was now almost 2-3 weeks ago, we should've been on my 2nd or 3rd reading by now, the only reason i have received 1 reading is because i did threaten to expose her if she didnt send the money or reading my way, because even i had some issues because living in london has gotten really difficult and i have been trying to support my family as much as i can, but im doing better right now.

its all about the principle. and she has none of that. and even attempted to victimise herself and behave like she was in distress whenever she got called out about her behaviour.

she lost track of time, the time being 3-4 months lol.

and when i was speaking to her she ignored me for a bit again ha, it was almost comedic. for almost two weeks she didnt try and check what i was speaking about.

she has gotten ill, but this was still months after.

and i have remembered, she has used much of her earned money to fund for her nose job but also uni, but during the moments it was best to pay me back was at the job she said paid her well, she informed me that when she gets paid by her job she'll pay me back, and she never did and ended up quitting the job.

[the unfairness i was speaking about is how uni her country dont do student finances, she's from romania, because they do in the uk it was just a surprise].

i asked her recently on how i was supposed to receive a reading but she didnt reply but change her pfp on whatsapp and discord, again.

if there is any confused people comment please because i did this half asleep lmao

[sebastianstanisahotmf]

Office sex

Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

A/N hey guys I'm re-posting all my fics. Also comments, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated xoxo

18+ MINORS FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH (I WARNED YOU)

Summary bucky comes to visit you at work and you get it on

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APP/SITE THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR

Warnings fluff and Unprotected sex (use protection because you're not fictional)

It was just one of those days. Not only had you overslept but you were late for work and your boss had decided to give you extra paperwork to fill in (as if you didn’t already have enough). You spent every second until your lunch brake completing your work and decided to come back to it after eating your lunch. You reached into your bag and that’s when you realised you had forgotten your lunch. Great. Luckily your boyfriend, Bucky wasn’t on a mission so you could call him. You picked up your phone and clicked on his contact.

“Hey doll aren’t you supposed to be at work?” he questioned sounding worried.

“Don’t worry. I am. I just forgot to pick my lunch up this morning so please could you bring it in for me?”

Bucky chuckled, “anything for you doll.”

“hey its not funny.” You tried to sound angry but you couldn’t ever be angry at Bucky.

“whatever you say doll” Bucky replied with a smile on his face. “I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

“Thank you babe, you’re a life saver. ”

You put the phone down and took a deep breath. Your day had been very stressful and forgetting your lunch had just made it worse.

Whilst you were waiting for Bucky your boss came into your office with a scowl on her face.

“Miss L/N why aren’t you doing your

work?” she questioned bitterly.

You were startled and just stared at her for a second before replying. “I’m on my lunch break but I’ll carry on after.”

“it doesn’t even look like you’ve done any work.” She said while shaking her head.

“I have I put all my completed work in that pile over there” you pointed trying to stop your hand from shaking.

“well it doesn’t look like you’ve done much at all. I expect the rest of the work to be done by the end of the day or I will have to issue you with a written warning. This business can’t afford to lose customers and money because of lazy people like you. Do you understand me?” she said sharply.

“y-y-yes I understand. It will all be on your desk by the end of the day.” You stuttered trying to stop yourself from crying.

“good” your boss said as she stormed out of the room.

Luckily a few seconds later Bucky had texted you to say that he’s outside. You quickly picked up your jacket and practically ran out of your office.

Bucky’s smile fell as he saw the look on your face.

“what happened doll?” he asked, worried.

“it’s nothing really. My boss just told me off like I was a child and called me lazy for not doing enough work and I’m sure everyone heard.” That’s when it happened. The floodgates had opened and how you were sobbing into Bucky’s chest.

“Oh doll. I’m so sorry” he said wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly.

“It’s ok. It’s not your fault” you replied.

“come on, let’s get you inside so you can eat and calm down.” Bucky grabbed your hand and walked you to your office.

He sat down in the spare seat you had and put your lunch on your desk.

“Thanks Buck”

Bucky smiled, “you’re welcome doll. And anyways you can’t say I’m the only unorganised one in this relationship now”

You smiled back “it’s one time. And besides you would forget your head of it wasn’t screwed on”

You and Bucky talked while you ate your lunch.

After a while, you asked Bucky to check the time. You still had 25 minutes of your lunch break left.

Bucky looked at you with a mischievous grin on his face.

“why are you giving me that look ” you asked.

“I think we should make the most of the last 25 minutes of your lunch break” Bucky replied.

“James Buchanan Barnes I am not having sex with you while I’m at work.” You replied knowing its not the first time you have had sex at work.

“you act like we’ve never done it before” Bucky said with a grin on his face.

“I swear if we get caught I’m blaming you.” You replied smiling back.

Only now had you noticed the wetness that had formed between your legs. Soaking through your panties.

You walk over to Bucky and sit in his lap. He grabs your ass while leaning in to kiss you. It was like fireworks were going off in your stomach every time you kissed Bucky. His soft lips and talented tongue.

You started to grind down on his hard member which elicited a moan from the both of you. You pulled away from the kiss and started to unbutton Bucky’s trousers. You pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and started to stroke it up and down while also twisting your hand when you got to the sensitive head.

Just as you were about to kneel on the ground Bucky stopped you.

“as much as I like to fuck your throat doll. I love fucking your pussy more.” He said as he picked you up and placed you on your desk.

He started to kiss you and make his way down your neck making sure to leave marks that show his love for you. He made his way back to your lips as he started to unbutton your trousers and stroke your pussy through your panties. He grabbed your panties and trousers and stared to pull them down your legs.

Once they were off he pounced on you. His lips met yours in a battle for dominance that he always won. He circled a finger around your entrance and just as he was about to push it in you stopped him.

He gave you a concerned look. “sorry doll did I got too far. We can stop if you want to.” He said stroking your outer thigh with his metal hand.

“You didn’t go too far babe. I just need your fat cock in my pussy right now. I’m wet enough I promise. I just need you Bucky” you said looking him in the eyes.

Bucky chuckled. “you sure do know how to sweet talk me doll.”

He lined his cock up with your entrance and pushed in. His lips were back on yours in a matter of seconds to muffle the moans you both let out. As he started to thrust into you. His hand reached down to play it your clit.

As soon as his hand reached your bundle of nerves, you let out a moan that could only be described as pornographic. Bucky smiled and carried on his ministrations on your clit.

“you feel so good around my cock baby” Bucky said breathlessly. “so good. So so good”

You grabbed Bucky’s face and brought it to yours. You started kissing him fiercely as if it was the last time you were ever going to get the chance to.

“Baby I’m so close” you moaned breaking the kiss.

“is there anything else you need baby” Bucky asked his baby blue eyes almost black with lust.

“I need your metal hand on my clit. Please baby. Please!” you moaned.

“you can have anything you want if you beg that nicely.” Bucky said while grunting. He replaced his normal hand with his metal one. And kissed you once again only this time it was more teeth and tongue than the last ones. This kiss was pure passion.

Then it happened. Your legs started to shake and you let out a moan (luckily it was muffled by the kiss) and then you came.

The pulsing of your pussy was the last push for Bucky before he stilled inside you and pumped his seed into your awaiting body while collapsing on top of you. You stayed there for a few minutes before you realised you had to get back to work.

You let out a chuckle and said “we have got to stop doing this. One day were gonna get caught.”

“but that’s the fun of it doll” Bucky replied.

He removed his soft cock from inside you and tucked it back into his boxers before doing his trousers up as well.

You stood up on wobbly legs and pulled your panties and trousers up. Bucky let out a moan knowing you were going to sit in your office for the rest of the day with his seed dripping out of you.

“well I should get back to work” you said while sorting your hair out.

“ok doll I’ll see you later” he gave you a kiss on your lips and then one on your cheek before he left.

@buckys-wintersoldier @nicoline1998enilocin

[gojosattoru]

Hello everyone! Hope you are doing well cuties! I've missed you all so much! ^^ *hugs* So I'm doing this post to announce that I will start taking commissions again. I have been working as an illustrator, it has been really fun, my boss she's cool and has nice ideas but the issue is... she doesn't pay me on time... and sometimes I wait till 2 or 3 weeks till she pays me.. I'm really needing to gain more money... I have been trying to find a second job but it has been difficult.. No matter the curriculums I send.. no one responds or they say i don't have enough experience....... I'm really getting frustrated..

So I'm coming back, fortunately I have been feeling much better lately thanks to my psychologist and my medication. I want start editing again and tho on opening commissions on Tumblr and for Twitter! I can make icons, headers for both websites (or for any other social media if you want) I too have been doing a lot of chibi drawings, (you can see them on my art page on twitter and my blog and sideblog @letsbeeart) if you are interested and you could help me, I would really appreciate it :) If anyone wants to request feel free, but if you could give me even a small ko-fi :https://ko-fi.com/gojosattorus it would be wonderful, if not it's okay i'll do requests nonetheless ^^ so the prices for the commissions are these:

Headers alone are 10$;

Icons (anime and manga) alone are 3$;

Batch of both they are 11$. 

Chibi Commissions: (i should say this, if you want to commission me chibis please ask for fandoms i'm into! Since I'm more familiar with them and gives me more motivation to draw it helps me a lot! Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail are good too ^^)

1 Character -> 25$;

2 Characters -> 35$

+ Characters -> 50$

with background -> 15$

It would be awesome if you guys could spread this post around as much as you can…Sorry for coming out of the blue with this.. I have been on hiatus for a month and a half due to my mental health and now I suddenly appear to open commissions (like i said i can take requests too you could give me a lil ko-fi if not it's alright too) but I have been thinking a lot recently since I don't gain THAT much and my boss always delays the pay day.. I should do something to gain more money! I have been practically doing nothing recently... So if you could support me, even just a lil it would help me a lot!.. Thank you for all your support, love, kindness and strength you have been sending to me recently and for keeping liking everything I do guys, makes me really happy whenever I see your messages ; U ; I will keep doing my most effort to create the best for you guys and I hope you like them and can enjoy too! Thanks for reading and to reblog. Anything you are interested in, or any doubt, you can always message me and we will talk things through. Wish you all the best and I love you very much!! 💖💖💖💖 Have a lovely day/night! *hugs* Take care!

[priincekin]

Hyuluka Oneshot - Of Warmth and Withering

Luka, now an Alien Stage victor, comes to Hyuna's door in the dead of the night seeking a place to stay; Hyuna is more than reluctant to agree.

CW for an unhealthy relationship dynamic.

For in-depth tags, please check the AO3 upload! Apologies for any formatting issues, this is my first time ever posting fanfic on Tumblr.

“Miss Hyuna?”

In her room, Hyuna lay on her stomach, gripping a pillow tightly. She pressed it against her ears, trying in vain to block out the irritating sound of Luka’s quiet, yet persistent. knocking. Each knock sounded like nails against a chalkboard, each making her more frustrated. Clenching her teeth, she prayed that the knocking would stop soon so she could retire for the night.

“Miss Hyunaaaa.”

Another knock, louder.

“Hyuna, please, hear me out. My quarters are freezing tonight, and I cannot sleep. I understand the need for discretion given our situation – rest assured, I can be quiet. A little secret between us, perhaps?”

He trailed off, mumbling the last part more to himself than to her. Hyuna rolled her eyes in response. As far as she was concerned, he could keep talking to himself forever for all she cared. She was determined not to let him in, not this time.

"Hyuna," he said, his voice growing more desperate by the second. "I know me winning Alien Stage might have put us at odds. It's bitterly cold out here, and frankly, you’re the only one I feel I can approach. Could I perhaps trouble you for a bit of warmth and company, just for tonight?" At odds? What an understatement.

Hyuna shut her eyes tight, nails digging into her pillow as memories flooded her mind. She could see little Luka in her mind’s eye, outside her door, tiny and shivering in his too-big white fur coat, his cheeks flushed from the cold. Those memories hit her hard - all those nights when a scared, sniffling Luka would tiptoe into her room, looking for the kind of comfort only she seemed to know how to give. He'd huddle close, his small hand holding hers, feeling safe only next to her. Things were simpler then, their friendship a little haven from the hell they lived in. But now, well, things had changed, and he had no place in her room.

Still, Luka persisted, each knock slowly gnawing away at her resolve.

‘He doesn’t deserve your sympathy’, she reminded herself. ‘Not after everything.’

Hesitantly, Hyuna sat up, her heart torn. Could one more night really cause any harm? She wondered. Dewey and Isaac had advised her to be firm, but they wouldn't know about this. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Shaking her head in resignation, she pushed herself up to sit on the edge of her bed. Hyuna reached for a cigarette with trembling fingers, her hands fumbling slightly as she lit it, the orange glow briefly illuminating her conflicted expression. Taking a deep, steadying drag, she let the smoke swirl around her, hoping it would calm her down and let her think straight, Finally, with a heavy sigh, she stood up, shuffling toward the door.

Hyuna yanked the door open with a force that echoed down the hallway, her eyes instantly locking onto Luka's pitiful form. He looked up at her, his cheeks unnaturally pale. Right. He never did do well in the cold.

She propped herself against the doorway, an eyebrow raised. Taking a long, lazy drag from her cigarette, she let the smoke billow out, watching it hang in the air; really, she would rather look at anything other than Luka. “Alright, Luka, out with it. It's too late for your shit. What's the big emergency? Lost your teddy bear?”

Luka flashed a disarming smile, the kind that usually got him what he wanted. “Ah, depriving me of your charming pet names? You wound me,” he quipped, effortlessly sliding past her into the room. With a flourish, he removed his luxurious coat, which now fit him perfectly, draping it over her rickety old chair. He let out an exaggerated sigh, as if shedding the weight of the world along with his coat. “Though I believe I made my situation quite clear. My room is cold, and I cannot sleep, and that is all there is to it.”

“Right. Riiiight. Because the segyein would totally let their precious little pet become an ice sculpture, huh?” Hyuna scoffed and put her hand on her hip. If looks could kill, Luka would be on the ground writhing in agony. She watched, half-amused, half-irritated, as Luka practically sashayed over to her cluttered vanity. He began fussing with his hair, his reflection preening back at him.

“Make yourself at home, why don’t ya?” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh wait, you already did. What’s next, Luka? Gonna raid my beer fridge too?”

“Ah, making myself at home? If you insist,” he retorted, catching her sarcastic tone. “Though, I'll pass on raiding your beer stash. Not quite my taste.” He picked up her scarcely used lip gloss, examining it with a curious eye. With a subtle smile, he admired the glitter's shine in the soft light.

“Your thoughts, darling?” he inquired, turning towards her as she sat on the bed. His tone was light, yet there was a sharpness in his gaze, a hint of calculation in his seemingly casual demeanor.

“Call me darlin’ one more time and I swear I'll superglue your lips shut.” Hyuna sat down on her bed, inhaling more smoke. She watched Luka like a hawk, deeply anxious about his every move. Obviously, she couldn’t trust him to behave himself. Why the hell had she let him in? Since when was she that stupid? Between the power he held over her and the shit he pulled in the last round…

“I must admit, I’m not too fond of your recent attitude.” Luka hummed, turning back to look at his reflection like it was a long-lost friend.

“Piss me off one more time and you’ll get more than my attitude. I don’t have the time for your bullshit.”

“It seems to me you have nothing but time for your dear childhood friend.” Luka’s voice dripped with a mocking sweetness as he gazed at her reflection in the mirror. He batted his eyelashes with an exaggerated innocence, a smug smile playing on his lips, fully aware of the irritation it would provoke in Hyuna. She clenched her fists, but kept them squarely at her side, refusing to give him the satisfaction of her anger.

“Oh, please. My childhood friend? That guy’s long gone. This person in front of me? I don’t even know who you are anymore, Luka. You’ve changed, and not for the better. So do me a favor, take your drama and get out of my room. I’ve got no space here for strangers.”

As he did with everything he disliked, Luka ignored her and instead sat down closely next to her. His perfume, a mix of white musk and sugar, was uncomfortably familiar to her.. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "You're right, I have changed as of late. It’s for the better. I’m no longer the fool you had to protect in your youth.” He paused. “But some things haven't changed at all..." His hand brushed against hers, a bold, yet seemingly casual gesture coming from him.

Hyuna's heart raced, but she quickly pulled her hand away, glaring at him once more. What an asshole, having the nerve to try and flirt after everything. "Don't play games with me, you bastard. I'm not one of your fangirls. You don’t get to whisper sweet nothin’s and expect to get away with it, you hear me?”

“I’m not playing games, Miss Hyuna. I genuinely miss us… I miss what we had.”

"Ya can't just waltz back into my life and expect things to be the same," she said, her voice quivering slightly.

Luka extended his hand, his touch unexpectedly tender as he cupped Hyuna’s cheek. “I know I’ve made mistakes, more than I can count. But here I am, darling, trying to make it right..” His thumb traced a soft line across her cheek, a gesture so familiar and yet new at the same time. For a fleeting second, Hyuna found herself yielding to the warmth of his touch, her resolve wavering. It was getting harder and harder to be angry with him.

Anakt, it was awful, the way he could sway her with a few words and a bit of touch. She knew damn well what was happening, that this was the very reason they kept going through this cycle. But she could never bring herself to stop it.

The tense moment was broken by a sudden knock on the door, followed by Dewey's voice. "Hyuna, you good in there? Heard voices."

Hyuna jerked away from Luka as if burned, the sudden intrusion of Dewey’s voice at the door snapping her back to reality. “I’m fine, Dewey! Just… talking to the walls, you know how it is,” she called out, forcing nonchalance or something resembling it.

She moved to the other side of the room, putting as much distance between herself and Luka as possible. His gaze lingered on her, loaded with an unreadable emotion that only added to her agitation.

As Dewey quickly agreed with her and walked off, Hyuna began to pace the perimeter of the room like a madman. Luka’s eyes watched her every. She bit at her nail, her body tight with tension, her mind racing with thoughts she dared not voice. The urge to lash out at Luka was overwhelming, but she bit back the scathing remarks teetering on the tip of her tongue. She knew all too well that throwing him out would only escalate the situation. The segyein were always looking for a reason to come down on her, and Luka, their prized victor, would make the perfect catalyst for her downfall.

“Luka,” Hyuna choked out, finally, after what must’ve been five minutes of awkward silence. “you know damn well we can’t do this. Not here, not now, never. After what ya pulled in the finals, I can’t trust you. Literally pushing that guy to his death?! You played it off as an accident, but I know you! You had a weird-ass look on your face as you approached him, and your elbow jutted out, and-- Anakt, how did anyone fall for that shit?!--“

“Because, Hyuna, no one else sees through me like you do.”

Hyuna whipped around to face him, jaw on the floor. “You… you actually… what?”

“Yes, I admit it. It was no accident, though I prefer to call it insurance for my victory.” Luka’s voice was chillingly calm as he stood up and closed the distance between them, his movements deliberate. Hyuna’s breath hitched, her body instinctively recoiling, but she was rooted to the spot. As his hand reached out, brushing through her hair with a disgusting tenderness, a shiver ran down her spine. “I pushed him off the ledge. I knew I had solid rapport with the segyein, and they wouldn’t think twice about the chain of events. Why, one of them even said that it was delighted with me for getting him out of the competition. You know well how much of a pain he was. He was not victor material. And neither are you…”

The room felt colder, the air heavier. Hyuna’s mind raced, grappling with the revelation. Her first instinct screamed at her to lash out, to confront him with the full force of her rage. Yet, fear and shock stifled her, muffling her voice to a choked laugh, one that sounded hollow even to her ears. “… well, at least you’re being honest for once, huh? That’s rare for you, nowadays…” Her words were laced with sarcasm, but her voice quivered nonetheless.

Luka tilted his head, scrutinizing Hyuna's reaction. "You seem calmer than I expected.”

Hyuna let out a long sigh, sinking down to sit on the edge of her bed once more. "Oh, I'm pissed as all hell. But not surprised. I always knew you had it in ya to pull some underhanded shit like that." She shook her head, a bitter smile crossing her face. "I just didn't think you'd take it that far. Guess you really have changed."

"It was necessary for my success," Luka replied matter-of-factly. He sat down next to Hyuna, tentatively snaking an arm around her shoulders. She stiffened, but didn't pull away. “I’m now in a position of favor, Hyuna. Think about it — they’ll treat me better, and naturally, I’ll ensure you’re taken care of too. Our lives, they’re about to change for the better. You’ll see, it’s all going to work out in our favor.”

Hyuna turned to look at him incredulously, her face turning the slightest bit red. From anger or embarrassment, she had no clue. "Our lives? I want nothin’ to do with your success, Luka. Especially when I know you’d throw me under the bus if it helped ya. Or should I say, under the stage light?!”

Luka's confident expression faltered. He brushed a strand of hair away from Hyuna's face, his voice softening. "You know that's not true, darling. I had nothing to do with your accident.”

"Don't lie to me! You've always been obsessed with fame, you don’t give a shit about me, deep down.” Her voice broke as she gestured down at her prosthetic leg. “Look what you did. That had to have been your fault.”

"That was not me. I haven’t any control over the stage lights."

“Really?! Or did you sabotage it like everything else so that I couldn't beat you?"

Wordlessly, he shifted closer, reaching for her hands, but Hyuna backed away until her back hit the wooden headboard.

"I don't know anymore," Hyuna said bitterly. "Just leave me alone. I don’t wanna talk about this."

Hyuna pressed the release button on her prosthetic leg at the knee joint, disengaging the lock. She gently slid the prosthetic off her thigh, setting it next to the bed. All the while, Luka tried to whisper more sweet nothings in order to change her mind, but she pretended like he wasn’t even there.

With a huff, she threw her covers over her head and laid her head on her pillow; a clear dismissal. If he didn’t get the idea from this, he was hopeless.

She waited for Luka to leave, but instead, he quietly lifted the edge of the comforter and peered in. Hyuna curled up into a ball, pray

Despite Hyuna's closed off body language, Luka crawled into the bed beside her, encircling her waist with his arm. As he curled against Hyuna's back, she tensed, conflicting emotions rising up. His familiar touch, though cold, brought back memories - both sweet and painful.

"What the hell are you doing?" Hyuna said through gritted teeth.

"Nothing,” Luka mumbled, pulling her closer and hiding his face in the nape of her neck.

Hyuna drew in a shaky breath, resentment warring with lingering affection. Silently she covered his hand with her own, not pushing him away or pulling him closer. They lay in silence as the minutes ticked by, bodies entwined, her thumb slowly stroking over his knuckles. Hyuna slowly relaxed in his arms, leaning back into his touch.

“I can’t believe I’m lettin’ ya do this.”

“I can. I know you’ve missed me just as much as I’ve missed you.”

“Shut up. I like you better when you’re quiet.” Hyuna snapped.

Luka lightly chuckled, tightening his grip on Hyuna. At least he had the decency to be silent.

But Hyuna still wasn't having any of that. She pushed him off, a glint of defiance in her eyes. Luka's lip curled in a fleeting show of disappointment, but before he could react, she flipped him over and spooned him instead. "Big spoon? Ha, as if. You're in my world now, Luka," she said. Poking his cheek, she couldn't help but snicker at the warmth of his flush. "Aw, are you blushing? Cute. Don’t even try to complain about being little spoon — You begged to be here, remember? My bed, my rules."

“I’m sure we look absolutely ridiculous right now.” Luka muttered. “Since I should be big spoon and all…”

“Why? I’m taller. I’d argue this looks better!”

Luka huffed, but not once had he attempted to tear himself away from her touch. Hyuna smirked against his shoulder, closing her eyes. This was far more comfortable than she’d ever like to admit…

The good thing was that, by the next day, she was sure that they’d both be denying that this ever happened. Maybe that was for the better. But for now, she’d let herself enjoy the moment, regardless of how traitorous it was.

[lucas-deziderio]

Dezi reads Pact

I am a newcomer to Tumblr and have just found out about liveblogging books. It seems pretty darn fun! So I decided to try my hand at it to both exercise my literary analysis muscles and to maybe make a few friends in this site. And I've decided that my first subject on this will be John “Wildbow" McCrae's web serial Pact.

I've been a huge fan of his other work, Worm, for years now (though I do have a couple issues with it). And I'm also a big fan of urban fantasy stories with well designed magic systems, so the premise of this book is already very appealing to my tastes.

I have actually started reading through it before but put it on hold for a while. I am currently sitting in the middle of Signature 8.7 and will be picking up the story from there. I'll try to post once I finish each chapter, sharing my overall thoughts and analysis, and maybe once I finish each arc to stitch them all together and make predictions about the plot.

The road so far

Here are some assorted thoughts I've had on what I've read of the story so far:

Blake Thornburn is definitely a protagonist of all time. This little wet blanket of a man has successfully fled his toxic family, survived homelessness and got adopted into a found family of queer artists only to then be dragged back into his family's issues. And the skeletons in his grandma's closet want to eat his soul.

Also he totally fumbled a threesome. My dude simply can't get a win.

Rose Thornburn is a character who is completely devoid of any trans subtext, thank you very much. At the beginning I thought she was an excellent addition to the story, being a tool to get Blake to externalize his thought process and opinions. The first arcs would have been really dry without her. But she has grown so contrarian; convincing her to help is now an additional step Blake has to do every time he comes up with a new plan of action. I suspect she might become an antagonist even before the end. Is it just me? Is it some kind of ingrained misogyny?

Evan is the best character in the story. He's such a ray of sunshine that every line of his is like a breath of fresh air in this dark and gritty narrative Blake is trapped in. Please, let him become a fire bird. I beg you. He's just a cinnamon roll too pure for this world.

The magic system is maybe the best I've ever seen and is definitely what makes the story stand out. It feels like what I, almost instinctually, always imagined magic should work like. But defined and refined to a point where it actually becomes a usable set of rules. Everything from true names, binding, spirits, demesnes... It's ugh, so good! I will probably dig more into each of those elements as they come up in the next chapters because there's so much to chew on.

The monsters. The author has this amazing ability of grabbing well-known concepts of mythological creatures and giving them their own spin while at the same time seemingly distilling them to their core appeal. After meeting Wildbow's goblins, that's how I expect all other goblins to be like. The same goes for demons, fey, ghosts... As with the magic system, I'll dig into each of those as they come up in the next chapters.

During the discussion of the binding contract, the imp Pauz has mentioned some “inviolable rules", which caught Blake's attention for a second but were not clearly explained. This has been living rent-free in my head since then and I am very sure it will come back later.

Isadora, the sphinx, could step on me. Also, she has mentioned the fact that in the classical Greek myth Oedipus actually gave the wrong answer. I've been dying to know what is the true answer the the classic sphinx riddle, but unfortunately I don't think it will be revealed...

The way they defeated Conquest was, to me, a total copout. I couldn't fully follow Blake's plan until it was all over, and I can't understand why Conquest needed to travel into the mirror world to catch Rose when previously he just pulled her out of it like it was nothing. It just felt anticlimactic to me.

Also, please, can we actually just give him an actual arsenal of stuff he can use? I know Wildbow likes to keep his protagonists as the underdog but this is getting ridiculous. This magic system allows for basically anything but still our main man only has two or three tricks up his sleeve at any time and is constantly losing resources as fast as he can get more of them.

Last time I saw Blake he was swallowed whole by an ontophagic demon, being completely erased from reality as we know it and leaving Rose to steal his life. I know he'll come back, he's the protagonist after all, but I'm really excited to see how it will play out. Will he fight his way out Hell itself? Like Kratos??

The spoilers I already got

I don't care that much about spoilers, but still would like to avoid them if possible. I decided to list here what I could already gather from the future of the story simply by osmosis from the fandom:

There will be a mermaid called Green Eyes who is super cute in a “bite your face off" kind of way.

Blake will become part tree(?).

The ending is bittersweet at best.

Next

[che444]

Hello love so i have a assumption of void which is that i know that void exists I know that someday I will succeed to enter it but whenever I try it's like always I will not enter this time 😭😭 i literally tried every method, every subliminal, every meditation,read almost every post in Tumblr and I know like Tumblr for more than a year and i want to enter soon cause of my trust issues in school and I don't want to go.pls tell me what should I do, I tried affs to ,I can't chang emy mindset too many timea randomly I get doubt

Firstly (and I am saying this lovingly) slow down and calm down sweetheart. This is going to be sort of tough love so please be mindful that this is said with love:

Take trying out of your vocabulary, right this second. It is ruining your life. Manifesting is effortless, you should not be stressed. This should be fun!

Now your first assumption, knowing that the void is real is great. But it is real because you are real. You are quite literally everything, and everything is you. This is your reality, you need to reestablish yourself as god because from what I am reading it seems as though you have completely taken that out of the equation. While methods are great, PUT. THAT. DOWN. Btw, you don’t need the void either. You are the void love, drop that, it’s a middle man.

I am going to give you 5 steps. Follow them for the next week and come back and let me know how you’re doing:

1. Drop the methods. For the love of god, it is not needed.

2. Screenshot a couple posts that you believe will keep you focused and DELETE (you heard me) tumblr. You can reinstall it after a week.

3. Start identifying with the facts: you are god, you are creator, this is your reality, everything comes from you, and you have the ultimate say. These are not affirmations to make you believe you are god, you simply are sweetheart. Read it over and over until you get it.

4. The dedication that you are putting into every method you are over consuming needs to be redirected to you. Make a playlist of your favorite songs, and dance around in your room, raise that spirit sweets, because otherwise your stress will continue to reflect in everything in your reality. You need to take care of you and realign yourself, all of this week I want you to do things that make you happy. Favorite foods, favorite movies, cleaning your room, hanging out with friends, bring yourself to the present and realign with you before you start any work. Be kind to yourself and process how you feel right now in this moment.

5. Once you have taken a step back from everything and have gotten yourself out of that stressed headspace. The ONLY affirmation I want you to say is “I am at peace, so my world is at peace” no matter what is happening know that it is working in your favor, give no good or bad label to the circumstances that may come, direct yourself back to peace because it seems to me that you need that right now more than anything.

Give me a week and stick to it. Calm your mind, take care of yourself, provide what you are looking for in your reality to yourself, and it will reflect back to you. Everything is you.

💕

[moondust-bard]

First off nice to meet you! Hi new mutual 👋 Your wips sound awesome and I'll definitely be tagging you in some games because I'd love to learn more about them :D

I see you're open to beta and sensitivity reads! I'm not quite ready for that yet but the second book in my paranormal fantasy duology has a recurring role that's actually a vampire who's visually impaired with albinism! (and queer but that's not explicitly stated or relevant)

I did some research and tried to avoid harmful stereotypes as much as possible, but I was wondering if you had any quick pointers of what I should absolutely avoid? Or vice versa, something you'd really like to see.

Hello, hi! I really enjoyed what I saw on your blog when I first rejoined the tumblr writing community. I’m excited to see more of your work.

First of all, thank you for asking! And thank you also for researching albinism and the harmful stereotypes we unfortunately encounter in media. If I can help bring about more positive, realistic representation of albinism and the spectrum of visual impairment in fiction by acting as a source of advice— well, honestly, I’ve been waiting for someone to ask me this since I started writing. Maybe even before that, really. My childhood was marred by not-great fictional examples of my disability, and those few that exist were used by others as faulty measurements of comparison. Baby Luna would've loved to see someone like herself in books and films who wasn’t a villain or a sympathy-inducer in one of those “disability inspiration” movies.

Speaking of, this brings me to my list of what I’d like to see— and not ever see again— in media. This list’s advice may or may not be relevant, depending on the vampire lore you’re using and the specifics of your— for lack of a better phrase—mythical humanoid world-building. If you'd prefer to share specific bits of relevant info privately— just in case my notes here aren't helpful or specific enough— please feel welcome to pop by in my private messages.

1. Demon comparisons are not well received by the albinism community. I’d love less “omg, red eyes? must be a demon!” energy aimed at us. If that’s a vampire trait in your story’s world, or otherwise plot-necessary, I'd probably support it if the character with albinism bites back with some sass or a teasing threat. The amount of times I’ve had religious weirdos and children freak out on me in public is in the double digits. I'm known to be pretty feisty in response to negative comments, and most of the people with albinism I've met either react with tolerant “in good faith” education or dry humor.

2. Albinism comes with some co-morbid conditions. For example, nystagmus— a condition many people with albinism possess— is rarely represented in media, and therefore not understood by the general population. I’d love to see it casually touched upon in a book or film. Some other related conditions and experiences include extreme photophobia, skin cancer, strabismus, poor vision, astigmatism, squinting, eye fatigue and migraines, and more I'm probably forgetting to mention.

3. Please, please, if you can help it, don't give the world another villain or evil henchman with albinism. I'm begging writers and filmmakers to stop. I can go into detail as to why this is detrimental to the albinism community if requested, but I'm trying to keep this post brief.

4. Not all blind people wear sunglasses, and those who do don't wear them 24/7. I personally only wear mine outside and if I've been under fluorescent lights for more than a few hours. Bright lights physically hurt after awhile. The whole “blind people always wear sunglasses” trope was popularized so that blind characters could be easily recognized as blind in tv and film.

5. We’re clumsy and confused a good portion of the time. Visual impairments plus possible depth perception issues and questionable ability to perceive light do not make for the most graceful of humans. We bump into stationary objects, stumble over uneven or unpredictable surfaces, fail to notice people right in front of us, and fumble with items we can't perceive. If I had a dollar for every time I've taken a doorknob into the hip, knocked over clear glasses, fallen into the street from the pavement, walked by my own mother in a store whilst searching for her, and almost gotten into the wrong car… I'd be able to actually afford to exist under capitalism, wow

I'm sure I'm forgetting some points, but alas my brain is mush and I've made you wait for my response to this question for much too long. Again, thank you for this considerate message and for taking the time to inquire about this topic. I really do appreciate the effort you've put into it. I'm always here to discuss disability, writing, and the intersection thereof.

[gojonanami]

would it be fine if I go ahead and write a long ass speech on why prof geto is so attractive to me?

I'm hoping it is. And hence (feel free to ignore this, please) --

Look. In a world full of "high value men" (by that I mean rich and smart basically) who are seeking a feminine women who'd cook for them and do all the household task for them without a second thought or complain, professor geto helped me revive my trust. How?

So look. As a woman myself, I'm a hustler. I have big dreams. I have a long term vision. And the kind of men I'm attracted to are the ones who can keep up with me and my mental and emotional frequency (basically prof geto - fit ✅ mature ✅ rich ✅ don't come at me for being materialistic, I hold myself to these standards so it's only fair to do for that one person I'll be spending the most time of my life with) but apparently, such men (atleast that I know of irl and on social media) are into more "gender roles" saturated relationships.

I literally had one of my friends telling me "I don't care if she earns, as a male it's my job to provide so I don't care. If she does then good for her, but I don't want that interrupting all the household works. I need her to be feminine." "She needs to do the cooking, it's more women suited." And it kinda hurts? Specially if it's coming from someone i actually find inspiring?! Like do you think being feminine is all about cooking and birthing? Imagine working all your teenage and twenties to build and empire and your life partner just doesn't respect or care about it? Imagine earning as much as him but when you come home you gotta cook while he can chill because "gender roles". Huh? Not acceptable to me.

But it's fine I suppose, everyone has different needs. And the way they assign their ideal types fits into those needs, besides it's only meant for 1 person out of the 8 billion, but it can become concerning when the kind of men you are into expect you to be a certain way (which is suppressing for you. I mean sure, if that's what you want I can do it to make you happy but it'd make me miserable. Absolutely miserable. And I was trying to think of contradictions and convincing arguments on why women who are independent and more "masculine" ; because being a hustler and "too" career oriented is that apparently, still attractive.) And then I opened Tumblr and saw your posts.

🧍🏻‍♀️well.

*sobs* prof geto would neverrrr

And then I got my assurance that there still are men out there who'd appreciate it and find my (context : materialistic) success inspiring! Who'd be attracted to my brains basically ( ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠☞

For whom, having the quality of a traditional wives isn't one of the top priority, they'd build relationships on something as core of a value as love. That not all men are stupid and realise the "duties division" in a relationship isn't as crucial as finding "love" in itself is. That finding love and someone compatible is more important and then other issues such as who does what can be divided as per convenience later on.

So yes. In conclusion. Thank you for blessing my life with this assurance and prof geto, Sabina. I was so disturbed and seeing your blog on my feed and getting reminded of prof geto did calm me down in the click of a finger. Pardon me if this was too long, not something you like to talk about, too vague (which I suppose it was, because the conversation with my colleague that I'm talking about was 2.5 hours long lol 😭). Feel free to not reply to this.

🤩 anon.

ahhh no I completely feel this — I’m so glad prof geto could give you some hope!! I wanna say there’s someone like this out there — and even if not, we can be as kind as prof geto is to ourselves 💕🥹

there shouldn’t be any duties division based on gender when it comes to love — it should be on the person’s capabilities and strengths and convenience like you said!! I’m glad this silly story could be a source of hope for you!! 💕😭 it means so much

[bcofl0ve]

So, I have a very gentle, very non-judgmental comment to make about the 'relationship discourse'. I say this with nothing but good vibes and intentions, so please don't interpret it as me coming at you or anyone else!

No matter where you stand, it seems a little odd to be heavily invested in someone else's relationship. I say this as someone who has followed celebrity gossip off and on for a long time, so I get it. It's fun to speculate, but at the end of the day no one really *knows* anything other than the people in the relationship itself. I'm a casual fan, and I was surprised at the strong feelings that this relationship seemed to elicit from so many people. Because (I say with love) no one really knows what goes on in their personal lives, and everything that's discussed (on both sides) is only speculation.

I feel so preachy coming into your inbox with all this, and I know you probably are aware of/have considered most of the points I made. I also know that I used the word 'odd' and I don't feel entirely good about that, because I'm not suggesting that you or anyone else here is odd. I'm also also not trying to act holier-than-thou because I'm a casual fan. I'm just giving my two cents as an observer. I hope that you take this in the spirit I meant it, because I realize this might come off as patronizing through the wrong lens. Long story short? Everyone should take a yoga breath and rewarch Dune before Dune 2 comes out (and not come for me with pitchforks, because I know this is a heated discussion and I fear I may have poured gasoline on the 🔥🫣).

you’re so fine don’t worry. getting Meta about fandom/stan culture etc is actually something i really enjoy- no problems chatting about it when folks are civil like you!

i mean, in the most bare bones terms: i’m invested because i enjoy celebrity culture/hollywood gossip, really like both austin and kaia as creatives and people- and think that the flip side of being so private is that it makes people inherently more nosy about what we don’t see. on both ends, as we see with people taking advantage of all the ‘empty space’ to create wild PR theories, whereas i think the ““shippers”” use the empty space to giggle and kick our feet and lean more towards happier gap fillers like “hm i wonder if they’ll do xyz together!”.

i do consider austin’s fandom my hobby at this point, so i’m invested in him i would be any other hypothetical hobby- not a sports person but maybe that’s a good example? lots of sports fans get really into the people who play on a team they really like- i guess you could see hollywood is my “sport” and two of my favorite players are austin and kaia, haha. i fully acknowledge that’s parasocial, but i do have my own boundaries and try to be an ‘ethical’ a gossiper as possible, even when i know ethical gossip blogger is an oxymoron. the second this is more serious than fun for me is the day i leave- a rule i wish i adopted sooner re: the broadway gossip blog days of yore. fandom is supposed to be fun, and at least right now i’m having a great time!

i will clarify though that re: tumblr specifically, me and that other blog’s issues with each other are deeper than disagreeing about austin and kaia- and so if we seem very heated with *each other* it’s not just. coming from our passionate celebrity opinions lol. i don’t know how closely you follow my blog/how long you’ve been around these parts but that blog has spent a year giving a platform to people personally insulting me as an individual (not just my fandom opinions) and smearing me and at one point got honey potted by someone who decided to see if she’d want to doxx me given the opportunity (someone sent her an anon saying to vague post if she wanted to know where i’m in law school- something i keep very private, i don’t even say what state i live in- and she immediately followed the bait instructions, lol).

i won’t say the tit for tat between us every now and then will ever end because like- it won’t lol. we’re both bitey people and we both have narc followers who send our posts back and forth and we both strongly dislike each other. i think at this rate our occasional sparring is just a staple of the tumblr fandom- god love all of you that put up with it. i hope all of this made sense though, pls feel free to follow up! (:

[cinemacereal]

this is my second time writing this and in the first one i was talking about michelangelo and then my tumblr crashed because it couldn't handle the truth. anyway do u have any tips on how to finish projects?

yooo holy shit.

this is a really cool question bro i hella appreciate it, so i’ll try to keep the bullshitometer at a reasonable level.

as a person whos got a very serious case of the ADHD’s finishing projects, even silly dumbshit ones like this here blog is a Sisyphean task. generally, my method of achieving tasks is through two methods

METHOD ONE: THE CELL PHONE COMPANY METHOD

have you ever tried to cancel with your cell phone company, or like,,, any scummy service that is designed to be intentionally confusing and overly complicated? we gonna use this method to make your brain Do What u want it do.

if you have a habit of quitting projects halfway through, make it ANNOYINGLY INCONVENIENT to quit. i personally set release dates and flood my socials with posters and shit, that way it would require me to inform everyone i know that my release date has changed, which is annoying and requires the dreaded phone call.

habit breaking is VERY difficult, so making your usual habit more inconvenient than your desired behavior usually gives u that extra push you need.

METHOD TWO: THE JUST STRAIGHT UP LYING METHOD

this is the method i use to beat executive functioning issues, and its an absolute goddamn brain hack to do the dishes.

okay so lets say you wanna do those dishes. they dishes are piling up and its become a jack in the beanstalk situation but instead of fighting giants and medieval poverty, its a sad sad attempt at eating soup with a fork. its okay man, we’ve all been there.

doing ALL the dishes at once seems like an impossible task. its kafkaesque, honestly i dont blame u.

but doing one dish? yeahhh you can handle doing one dish. u got this .

so, you tell yourself you only gotta do one dish, and once that one dish is done, well you might as WELL do the others. i mean they’ll get sad otherwise and you’re already here.

applying this creatively might be forcing yourself to write just one page, which will get you into your groove and then suddenly you’ve written 6 and its some of the best material you’ve ever written.

finally, my biggest suggestion is dont lie to yourself if a project just isnt working. i can tell within the first page of a blog post if its worth finishing.

being creative isn’t always a natural process. it’s uncomfortable work a good 60% of the time. but it’s important to listen to your intuition if you’re struggling to work at it. sometimes, a project you really like has a fundamental flaw thats really preventing you from like,,,, actually getting ideas. its YOUR project, if you dont feel the passion, your audience wont either.

its okay to not finish a project, as long as ur learning and while done is always better than perfect, you dont know you dont like your idea until you do the work fleshing it out.

i hope that helps give you at least a jumping off point yo. i appreciate you coming to my silly goofy self for advice or suggestions, like im flattered for real man

here’s a special cereal gif as a token of appreciation

stay magically delicious man, you got this

PS: im desperate to hear abt michalangelo oh my god please the suspense is killing me. the suspense has infected the water system and the suspense levels in my bloodstream are destroying my bones. my poor skeleton, bro.

[absentcaryatid]

what's up cuz! you've mentioned before that sometimes you use a screen reader for Tumblr posts, yeah? i wanna make sure my content is as accessible as possible, so i was wondering if you had any feedback on how to better format Tumblr posts - especially fics - for those who use screen readers. like, is there any kind of formatting the reader struggles with a lot, like italics or bolding or strike-throughs or colored text? does it handle emojis (❤️) or emoticons (<3) better? and probably anything else you think would make things easier for the screen reader and the people who use them?

I remember giving input when someone asked for suggestions a while back but I am not a screen reader (reads web pages aloud) user myself, though I do use the reader mode on browsers to get a plain text for easier reading when a fic is in distracting font or unusual colors.

Considering accessibility is so important and a few of the things I picked up from reading conversations on here and Twitter include the emoji over emoticons because the first gets read by the name "red heart" and the second would be read "less than three". The automated reading also will plow through things one at a time so when people use multiple of the same thing it is going to say each one individually which can be particularly frustrating when it is detailed like "smiling face with open mouth and smiling eyes" or "raised hands skin tone three". Three in a row for emphasis will be read out three times.

A lot of symbols used as a page break are also a problem when read aloud:

"asterisk tilde asterisk tilde asterisk tilde asterisk tilde asterisk"

And more of a Twitter issue, people grabbing aesthetically pleasing symbols or letters from other alphabets to spell something like their handle. A triangle might look like an "A" but the screen reader will name it for what it actually is, meaning your friend Alex is perpetually "triangle lex" in the audio version.

Edited to add in with permission from user @the-smol-machine

on the topic of 'aesthetically pleasing' stuff from other alphabets, some screen readers won't even try to read that stuff. some can't. depending on what symbols you're using. like artificially changing the font with fancy characters has made some posts unreadable for my screen reader before. as in it just skips the content altogether. zalgo text is also annoying for screen readers. or for people who have trouble with print to begin with from my understanding lol.

End edit.

Pictures don't always load for me, so when a fic title, author, and pairing is in the image only that is annoying. Coming up with ALT descriptions for images is a huge deal, even for things like images used as page break lines. I think a lot of us are willing to do these things if asked, or when we know we have a visually impaired follower, but it is good practice to do these things whenever creating original content to benefit everybody. Also, accessibility features come with most technology so it is probably a good exercise for any of us to turn them on and experience our own posts firsthand to see what that is like for users that rely on that assistance.

I am happy to learn more from anyone or be corrected on this topic that doesn't get enough exposure.

[archangelmacaron]

NTMF College AU Chapter 7

Not sure I'll be able to do daily updates this weekend (it seems unlikely!) but that might give me a bit more time to get ahead so there's no long hiatuses.

There's minor implied abuse and adult content mentions. I guess there's not really a tumblr spot for ratings but I'd say T, reaching M rarely to be sure. I guess writing about older characters in a specifically adult setting it's inevitable to run into more mature themes but I promise there won't be any surprises you wouldn't expect based on other things I've written. When I finally come up with a title and post on AO3 I'll definitely have a bit more specific warnings! -

- Spica's unlocked room was as messy as she remembered. It was twice as large as hers (despite them all paying an equal amount in rent), but twice as cluttered as well, with clothing, papers, textbooks, art supplies, and what was probably simply trash everywhere. Noel counted her blessings that there was no food rotting, at least that she could tell, but she had already bid farewell to the security deposit in her heart.

“It's the door in this corner... I don't think she's particular about her mess, but please take care not to disturb anything just in case.” Noel carefully picked her way across the room, stifling a giggle as she glanced back to see the devil taking the same careful steps around the piles. It was somehow very amusing to her to see someone so elegant tiptoeing around the junk.

She paused a moment by Spica's bed—there were obvious metal handcuffs hanging from a post. She began to feel her face get warm when it faded—there was blood on them. She thought about the injury she'd seen on Ribellio's wrist several days previous, wondering if there was a connection. I hope... that's all consensual, at least...

Thankfully, the area in front of the door was a bit more clear than the rest of the room—when they shut it, it wouldn't appear to have been disturbed at all. Noel opened the door and made a face. “Ah... I thought it would be steps...”

“It's a ladder,” the devil observed as he stood right behind her, unhelpfully.

“That... may be a bit of an issue for me.” She glanced up at him, hoping he'd understand, and wondering why he had to be right there.

He shook his head as he walked past and headed up first. “Not a problem.”

She frowned after him, stepping into the small cubby. “It—it very much is—wah?”

Noel had not been expecting chains to materialize out of thin air and fly around her, wrapping her up tightly and yanking her up the ladder to land beside him on the attic floor. She stumbled backwards as they loosened, and the devil caught her with one of his large hands, over-correcting so that she fell directly into his chest for the second time. She grabbed onto his jacket for balance and was very still for a moment, trying to process what had just happened.

Seeing, talking to, and even touching a devil was one thing, but experiencing their inhuman magic was something else—something that really hammered home this was an otherworldly being she was dealing with, one with powers she couldn't possibly imagine. A rush of anxiety overwhelmed her for a moment, an awful memory trying to surface.

He is really... he could really... without even—more violently than the car did—

“Are you all right?” His deep voice shook her out of the spiral.

Noel blinked, surprised he had asked. She hurriedly let go of him and took the tiniest step away, exhaling slowly. “Yes, I am fine, thank you. Ah—s-sorry. But please do not do something like that without warning again! That was very dangerous! And a little painful, if I am honest...”

He looked puzzled. “The chains, you mean?”

“Of course that's what I mean! You can't just—just chain people up without warning, you know?” Her face, annoyingly, was burning again at her own phrasing.

He gave her a sideways, slightly annoyed look. “You implied you required assistance, are you truly complaining about the type you've received?”

“I don't—shh!” She held up her hand, freezing. Her sensitive ears had picked something up—someone was on the front steps.

Another chain shot down and closed the door behind them just as Noel heard the outer door to their building open. She held her breath for a moment. The door shut—and wasn't locked—and then footsteps headed up the stairs. There was another familiar jingle of a key in the lock, the creak of the door opening and slamming shut—also without being locked—and then the steps entered the living room.

She heard a small, questioning noise, followed by a heavy sigh and Spica's voice. She was muttering to herself. Noel could only pick up every few words as she closed her eyes and focused. “Damn... did he take her to ... first...? Thought he'd just ... pieces... Burrows said he wasn't ... but...”

She didn't know if he could hear any of her mumbling, but the devil beside her tensed slightly as the footsteps began walking down the hallway. She looked up to see him staring at the floor where the sound was coming from with narrowed eyes.

The footsteps stopped at her room. She was annoyed to hear Spica quickly pick the lock—clearly it was not her first time engaging in that particular action—and enter.

“Oh, not here either? Fuck. Maybe he wanted to do it outside... less mess, I guess... Ooh, is this a journal?”

Noel glared up at the devil in annoyance as his hand clamped over her mouth again.

I have more self control than that!

“Noel, I'm gonna read your di-a-ry!” Spica called out in a sing-song voice. Noel gave a small shiver. The other woman had no way of knowing she was there, hiding from her, but it seemed she was aware that it was a possibility.

The devil hadn't removed his hand yet and she was growing a little uncomfortable with how distracting it was. It was very warm and soft against her skin and although they were exerting little pressure, she could tell his fingers were very strong and it truly bothered her that she would even have a thought like that. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on listening again and not how he was, once again, right behind her, closer than almost anyone had ever been to her.

“Let's see, mommy and daddy issues, as expected...” Spica laughed. “Hmm... arrival at college... ugh, let's skip ahead a bit, this is boring...”

It was more than a bit insulting to have had two people read her journal without permission and declare it uninteresting in the same day.

Noel reached into her pocket, pulling out her cel phone. She opened the Notes app and typed on the screen, holding it up to the devil behind her.

does she suspect that I'm hiding here and can hear her?

The devil gave a shrug she could feel to answer her. He didn't move his hand, and she was beginning to consider simply biting it rather than politely asking for him to remove it.

“Boring, boring, boring... Oh, here we go... Wow, so Jilly even asked you out... and you said no? Noel, what were you thinking? Did you at least experiment together first? You don't even have to like girls if you close your eyes... Maybe she's looking for a rebound now, I wonder if how hard it'd be to convince her to be a unicorn for me and Ribs...”

Noel made a small, unintentional angry noise that was choked completely by the devil's hand as he pressed it against her face harder, turning it up towards his. He glared down at her, shaking his head, then leaned down to whisper fiercely in her ear. “Do I need to block your ears to prevent you from reacting to her taunts?”

She glared at him, shaking her head, then typed on her phone again.

I can handle it. sorry.

She paused, adding:

I have heard her talk to herself before, so she might not really think im here.

“Well, enough of that.” She heard a thud and assumed Spica had tossed her journal aside. Her creepy, childlike voice rang from beneath them. “No-el-chan! Where aaaare you? Hidden in pieces, maybe? That'd be creative of him, but he's also supposed to be boring... Let's try Jilly's room...”

They heard Spica walking around the apartment a few more times, seeming to be searching. When it sounded like the woman was in the furthest room—the kitchen—the devil finally lowered his hand from her face. She let out a small sigh of relief, feeling like she could once again think clearly, then whispered to him instead of typing—her phone's battery was even lower now.

“Do you think she'll come up here?”

“Has she ever seen you up here before? Did you ever have a reason to go up?”

“No, definitely not, it's storage for the building owners and they've asked us not to use it. I don't know if you could hear her, but she kept saying that perhaps you wanted to take me somewhere else for something... But she hasn't left yet, so she must have meant another room, right? Does she think you tore me into pieces, and hid the parts around the apartment as a sick joke?” The thought was horribly nauseating. She didn't think he was the type to do something like that, but she knew now Spica certainly was.

He gestured for her to be quiet again, staring back down the ladder towards the closed door. “Don't worry about that. I'll... make her leave.”

Noel felt as well as heard a vibration, and hurried to pull out her cel phone again. Spica was calling her. She clicked off the notifications entirely as the devil glared at her. What? It was silenced! She mouthed.

Spica's steps stomped back down the hallway, shoving her own door open. She no longer seemed sadistically playful, only irritated now. “Noel.... you stupid slut. Where the hell did she go? The vial's broke, he was definitely here, so... he didn't like her that much that he took her with him, did he...?”

She turned up towards him again. With you?

He didn't respond. He seemed to be concentrating, and she was surprised to hear a crashing noise that seemed to be coming from outside.

“Oh? Something out there? Maybe she's not quite dead yet... Let's see—”

After a moment, they heard the front door shut and Spica bouncing down the stairs. Noel looked over to the devil, who seemed to be a bit—not pale, of course, but—not well, either. “That won't keep her. We need to get her away from here to search for you elsewhere. Any ideas?”

Noel thought for just a moment. “Yes—I'm going to have to reveal that I'm alive, though, or at least that someone with my phone is. I'd have Jillian message her for me, but I don't know if she'll get my message fast enough, so—“

“Forget about playing dead or missing for now. Just do it.” He ran his hand up over his face, and she wondered what exactly he had done that had exerted him so much.

She pulled out her phone again, thinking for a moment, before typing. The door opened again, and she hurried to hit send. She heard Spica's phone go off.

Hey Spica, Sorry I missed your call. I'm running errands in the city today, and I think I forgot to lock the door. Are you home, can you check?

There was silence for a moment as Spica read the message. “Really? You always bitch at me for that and now you're going to... Well, I guess this means you're alive. Where were you last night... I know he was here... are you lying to me, Princess Noel?”

Noel's phone lit up again.

Sure thing Noelly. I'm headed back there now. When will you be home?

She thought for another moment before typing again.

I don't know. I might meet with my parents and stay the weekend with them. I haven't decided yet. My battery's running out and I forgot my charger so please let me know asap about the door.

“Fine, you stupid bitch...” Spica let out a deep sigh. “Meeting with them would be a problem... gonna have to ask Ribby to look for her... maybe talk her out of it if he can't just ki...”

Her voice got a little fainter as she walked back into the kitchen. Noel closed her eyes to concentrate again. “But he was definitely here... Maybe Jillian was ... did it? Oh, … piss off Daddy Burrows... good...”

She stayed in the kitchen a moment longer, still mumbling. “What a mess. She's not responding... texts... where did that stupid little ... worked again...”

She couldn't hear clearly, but she suspected Spica had just called her friend a slur. Noel ground her teeth, but the devil didn't put his hand on her mouth again. There was more shuffling around, and then the front door slammed shut—again, not locked. Noel faintly heard Spica walking outside, and let out a sigh of relief as the footsteps faded.

“Well, that was highly unpleasant...”

“She certainly is charming,” the devil agreed sarcastically, looking down at her with crossed arms. “How did someone like you get paired with her?”

“We needed a third person for the rent, and she was the only one who contacted us. It was a bit strange, normally there are tons of students looking for flats, but... Anyways, she certainly did not act like that in our first meeting! I suppose it was once she was locked into the lease that she decided she could be her true self...” She frowned, touching her chin thoughtfully again. “But who exactly is that person, anyways...”

The devil took a similar posture as he thought, which was a bit amusing. “We'll need to find out. She doesn't keep a diary herself, does she?”

Noel shook her head. “No, but she's always drawing or sculpting, though, strange things that I thought were nonsense, but now I am not so sure. If we can charge my phone, or even get my laptop, we can check her galleries. She posts almost everything she does.”

“Posts?”

“Er, shares. On her social media. The internet.” Noel gave him a sideways look at his rather blank expression. “Um, not to be rude, Mr. Great Devil, but—“ “'Mr. Great'—I have a name, Miss Cerquetti.” He sounded affronted. He must have read her full name off of the mail earlier. She wasn't absolutely certain she remembered his.

“Ah, should I use that instead? I wasn't sure if that would be too forward...” She lowered her hand from her chin slightly as she looked at him. Red eyes narrowed. “It is not, and certainly less rude than referring to me by my status.”

“My apologies. It's, um, Mr. Caron, isn't it?“

“Just Caron, please.” She could tell he was still making an irritated face at her. She ignored it. “Caron, then. And please simply call me Noel.” She smiled before she moved back to her original subject. “Caron, exactly how old are you?”

His voice grew even more irritated. “What does that have to do with anything?” “It's just... you seem very unfamiliar with technology, so I was wondering...”

“Devils don't need technology,” he replied haughtily. “That's all human nonsense. I do not understand why your species spends so much time playing with it. I know what I need to know about it, that's it.”

“I see,” Noel replied, biting her tongue to keep a straight face and avoid giggling. It almost seems like he's pouting... he really doesn't care for tech? Is it just because he doesn't understand it? That's kind of cute.

She jolted, blinking. Eh? Wh-what kind of strange thought did I just have? I need to clear my head!

She coughed. “Um, anyways—“

“It doesn't seem likely that she'll come back here, but we'll need to be careful. Let's remain up here for the day as planned.” He glanced around the small, nearly empty loft, gesturing with his chin towards the windows on the end. “We can leave through there when it's time.”

Noel made a face, thinking of the hard chains. The drop to the ground outside would be an even further distance. She must have made a noise too. He seemed to frown down at her. “Don't be precious about this. You'll be fine.”

“If you say so...” She rubbed her arms as she looked around the room. The attic was not particularly warm, and she suspected the temperature had dropped even further overnight.

“I don't know that there are any outlets here... ah, good, there's one! Caron, can you get my phone charger? My laptop as well... The wireless signal seems to be okay, so we can research while we're up here.” She paused, wondering if she'd been too demanding, but Caron didn't seem to be offended by her requests.

“I'm not certain I know what I'm looking for in terms of cords, but I should be able to find your laptop.”

“It should be on the keyboard by the door. The phone charger is the white cord plugged in by my bedside table.”

“Right. I'll be back.” He skipped the ladder, electing to simply jump down, and walked out of the room.

Noel took a deep breath, sitting down awkwardly on a dusty trunk and letting the air out slowly. She hoped she could take the few minutes to herself to try and organize her thoughts. Other than her brief chat with Jillian, Caron had been right beside her for the last several hours, and he somehow made it difficult to think.

Things have been very strange... Yet I seem to be accepting them, and adapting, without question.

I always knew devils were a real thing, but I thought they'd be less... I'm not sure what exactly the word is, but rather than being terrified, I'm more... intrigued, I suppose would describe it. He's so different than I, but it seems he has things he likes and dislikes just as I do, rather than a single track mind bent on destruction as I had been taught. What other things was I told that were lies?

Ah, goodness... what is wrong with me? I should be so anxious right now, but instead I feel confident that not only will I not be killed—at least, not yet, but I will solve the mystery of why anyone wanted to in the first place. I have not even dwelled for a moment on what my future may hold, or the consequences of my removal from the program...

I do not understand why, but I feel... more alive than I have in a long time—excited, even.

What is wrong with me...

She sighed as she rubbed her arms again. Perhaps I am just a strange woman after all...

[kindersturm]

A STUDY OF ... the taste of blood, the passing of habits, abuse's influence on a child, forced murder turned willing, unending anger, unknowing parental figures, starving in the sun, and hibernating to stone.

the pillar man JULYA KYBURZ from JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE.

snowed in by nami

Don't be a dick. This is probably my number one thing, this is for tumblr, it's writing, it's for fun. So lets have fun.

Selective. Mutuals Only. For the sake of my comfort, this blog is selective and mutuals only, meaning if I don't follow you, please don't try to thread with me or reblog my posts. I'm okay with sending questions or anons, but actual threads is a nono.

Mun =/= Muse. I AM NOT JULYA. Big important. Please don't equate her morals and actions to my own.

I will not hold back my muse. I don't like to restrict or hold back my muse. I let the muse go in the directions the muse wants. The second I feel forced or the muse feels forced to do something that's out of character or unrealistic for the character, it causes inspiration to dwindle. That being said, I will ALWAYS ask before I do anything drastic. Communication is key! If there is ever an issue with anything, just let me know and we can discuss!!

Triggers. This blog is going to have a lot of triggering content. For that reason this blog is 18+ only. To list the main triggers: child abuse, starvation, torture, murder, manipulation, suicidal history, ptsd episodes, and intense anger issues. as for my own triggers, I don't have any. You don't need anything specifically to tag for me.

Discord/IMs. Discord is open for mutuals!! I am practically always on discord, I do the occasional discord drop, but all you have to do is ask and I'll give it to you.

Other Blogs. I HAVE MANY OTHER BLOGS...If I am not here I'm probably on vitrumbra or picavecalyx!

Activity. Holy heck is my activity going to fluctuate. I have am a full time college student going into animation, and I also have a bunch of other blogs...and general needs for my own mental health. This blog is likely going to be LOW ACTIVITY for that reason. If you want to see me somewhere I'm more active, go to picavecalyx, I'm pretty much always writing on there. I also do discord, which I'm likely to respond usually immediately.

Length. I have a habit of writing a lot. Like a lot-- You don't need to match my length, I just ask you give me enough to work with...that being said if you reply to like 5 paragraphs with a single sentence, I probably won't continue the thread lol.

I think that's it? I'll add more if necessary :)