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bookishbrewer · 2 months

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Blitzø's Dyslexia - the subtle representation in Helluva Boss that no one is talking about:

Hello everyone, this is going to be another opinion piece I do for the blog, I hope you enjoy!

This post is technically partially headcanon, since, to my knowledge, Blitz was never affirmed/canonized as dyslexic. He may also be illiterate, which is another conversation entirely (I may make a separate post, lmk your thoughts!)

Anyhow, let's start with the facts: Blitz is known as a character that doesn't exactly use text & the written word like most people would consider typical. I want to add a short definition to dyslexia here:

Dyslexia - a learning disorder characterized by difficulties with accurate and/or fluent word recognition, spelling, and decoding abilities, despite intelligence not being impacted (besides cases of equal education opportunity, which I addressed at the beginning of the post & will refer to again towards the end).

Season 1:

Murder Family - Episode 1:

Blitz used Text to Speech to write a poster for IMP, and even with that advancement of technology, his poster still came out full of (admittedly funny) errors. Now, this could be just a very bad printing company, but Blitz's order may not have been very clear because of dyslexia.

Episode 3 - Spring Broken:

Blitz presents his plan to sabotage Verosika by drawing and uses very limited text in it (mostly for profanities).

Moxxie notes that the sign Blitz put for their sale is "poorly spelled, bad grammar".

He writes Loopty's name as "Lupis" (though you could argue he just forgot his name, when he immediately shows up, he proceeds to call him "Loofa" xD), Blitz avoids writing & mainly uses emojis and autotext for his texts.

Season 2:

Episode 2 - Seeing Stars

Blitz prefers to use shortcuts & symbols (such as @) while texting (could be more efficient & comfortable, but may also indicate preferring to spell as little as possible).

We also see it in episode 4 -

Though for the "get better soon", Blitz did try to spell the entire sentence, not caring about how him misspelling it might look.

A counter evidence, though, can be shown in The Full Moon (episode 8):

We can see Blitz & Loona's calendar which does not have spelling mistakes at all. It could be argued, however, that either Blitz checked how to spell words for his and/or Loona's convenience or that Loona wrote some of what is mentioned. We can see the same thing in Oops (season 2, episode 6), when he write "Fizz's eyes only" on his love letter/birthday card to him. So when it's for convenience for people he loves he may try harder to either search for spelling or just go for what he has to say with no care about the errors.

Another example of Blitz maybe spelling correctly is the note on Blitz's toy box:

Though Moxxie is spelled right on the calendar, the names is misspelled on the overdue paperwork he gives Moxxie:

It is important to note that dyslexic people do not ALWAYS make grammatical or spelling errors & can learn to improve certain spelling & gramatic rules and reduce the errors in future use.

During Apology Tour we can see Blitz struggling to write the Cherub's company name, so he essentially traces their logo in his apology note:

Though, the note itself is written with shortcuts, spelling errors & has a drawing on the inside to... convay Blitz's true feelings xD

Dyskexia & coordination:

Coordination & dyslexia are connected through the cerebellum, which is crucial for motor control and language processing. Dyslexia is linked to cerebellar dysfunction which can also cause coordination problems, such as clumsiness, in individuals with dyslexia.

We see Blitz slip, trip & fall many times during the show - such as: him sneaking into Barbie Wire's rehabilitation center in episode 5 of season 2 & in episode 9 season 2 when he sneaks into Stolas' house.

This wouldn't have been surprising because not everyone can be a talented climber. But Blitz is a trained body-guard & assassin, & his also an imp (we see that when Millie climbs on Loona's arm Truth Seekers, season 1 episode 6, she's either not impacted by gravity or is quite sticky - which may be attributed to her being an imp).

Conclusion:

So - if Blitz does end up being canonized as dyslexic, there will be lots of organic, respectful & original ways to point to how it was represented.

Though, we do have to remember that Blitz comes from a low socioeconomic status & was brought to work as a preformer in the circus belonging to his family since he was old enough (a child), so even with his clearly good intelect, he may be slightly lagging behind with regard to literacy. We cannot exactly confirm this since we haven't seen Barb or Fizz's writing skills in action yet.

Another thing to add - Blitz being confirmed dyslexic & also being a part of a family which couldn't support his disability would make it all the more tragic, imho. But it'll also be the story of hope, awareness & use of emotional growth & technology to improve!

What do you think? Do you see Blitz being confirmed as dyslexic in the future? Would you want that to happen? Lmk your thoughts 😁

#helluva boss #helluva boss blitz #helluva blitz #hellaverse #helluva blitzo #helluvaverse #vivziepop #vivzieverse #hb blitz #hb blitzø #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #dyslexia #dyslexic

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seeminglydark · 1 year

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Idk if this means anything to you but I'm a comic artist who's had a hard time doing art for a few years. The first four was because of life hardship and lack of time/chronic pain, but now lately I've had time but a mental block. I'm creeping up on 30 and felt bad about myself for "missing out" on my opportunity to be a comic artist. It was really validating to see you post about being 41 (correct me if I'm wrong) especially since you have such wonderful comics that I've been following for a while now. It makes me feel less like I'm wasting my time putting my things in order when I "should" be drawing.

Hopefully this doesn't come across as offensive or anything. It was just comforting and validating. Anyway, big fan! Love your characters a whole lot and hope you have a good day!

Dear Anon

I am 41 years old. I have wanted to make comics my entire life. before my dad got sick, and my childhood kinda fell apart, all i did was draw. after that, i used the stories in my head to cope. life moved on. i was convinced not to accept a partial scholarship to an art school in California. life got hard. i worked at a hotel, and after i escaped an abusive relationship at 22 i hitchhiked/bused far far away to start over. i tried to make comics again, but i had to survive, and so i got another job doing the only thing i knew how to do, hotels. and i worked. and worked. and life got harder and times got heavier and i didn't get time to draw and i worked double hours, 15 to 17 hours a day. and i went four years without drawing a single thing.

i kept working myself into the ground. i was 29 now. i picked up a pen again and drew a red haired boy. he had a hard life and no love and no friends. his problems were on the outside, for everyone to see. he ran away but his problems went with him.

i was 32. surely i was too old now. my time to be an artist was gone. i had no school. no hope. i was so far behind the younger gen i saw online. i cried. all the time. i wrote stories in my email drafts while i worked shifts. i stayed up late trying to learn how to draw again. i cried some more. the boy grew. i called him Fiach. worthy. a raven. later i renamed him Avery. he was like a bird, he had wings, he was my hope. i started writing some friends for him. the people i wished i had around me.

i started finding time and space. i got a new job, something where i was lucky enough to set my own hours. for the first time i had a partner who believed in me. things were hard. but i was drawing now. and that helped.

i went on a road trip and i started drawing pages of an unnamed story on 6 by 8 paper in a sketchbook. i drew 20 of them. 'what could i call this?' i thought. Nothing Seems as Dark...no says my partner. Seemingly Dark. he made me a logo. i was 35. i bought an ipad, i cant do this on paper, its too much story i have too much to say. so i learned how to draw digitally by tracing my own trad art pages.

I spoke to my dad for the last time on June 17th, fathers day that year. he said 'you're good. i'm proud. and you're gonna do amazing things. none of this is your fault. and we will speak again soon.' i didn't know id never hear his voice again. he died a week later.

i turned 36. i kept trying. i'm old, i don't understand the internet. how can i share this?

i stumbled across Lore Olympus. i was introduced to webcomics. id read comics online before but the thought never occurred to me. i opened an account on Tapas. and then i stared at it. what if no one likes it. what if its bad. my art isn't good. i should wait til i'm better. but will i ever really be better? or will i always believe that tomorrow is better? do it now. if even one person gets something out of this story, this story about a boy who is you, a boy who looking for hope, a boy who might make it, then that is enough isn't it.

June 17th 2018 i launched Seemingly Dark.

SD's five year anniversary is in a week. 0ver 700 pages. leaps and bounds in progress with my skills. a printed comic under my belt as of monday. i was always a storyteller. but i was always an artist too.

I am 41 years old, dear anon. I did not truly embark on this journey til i was 35. life got in the way. even now, chronic illness gets in the way. but its worth it. its never ever too late. i believe in you the way my dad believed in me. i reset my life again and again. but I was always an artist. and if thats who you are, and who you want to be, even if things dont go the way you wished they could, you're an artist too.

im 41 years old. i speak about my age, even though i often feel too old to belong in spaces, cuz really, in this case age is just a number. take care of yourself. do what you need to do. and little by little, when your able, carve out your space until it becomes more of a habit. sometimes i think about all the years i lost not drawing or creating. but there's a lot of factors that make me believe had i made my story then, it wouldn't be the story it is now, i needed to live a bit. i needed to find myself. i know this was long, but i just wanted you to see i also had to put my life in order, and getting notes like this reminds me it wasnt at all a waste. im glad i could offer you some comfort. thats honestly the best compliment i could ever receive.

TL;dR I was 35 when i sat down and seriously started making comics, because life always got in the way and so did my confidence. i always feared being too old. im 41 now, still going strong.

#rj rambles #this is really long im sorry anon #i think my late comic blooming story is kinda important for people to hear #thankyou for giving me a reason to tell it

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castielslostwings · 1 year

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Not going to lie, Gotham Knights’ cancellation hit me hard. It was so clear how much of themselves the writing team poured into the story, especially Natalie, and the last episode where Sharper went canon and Steph came out reflected my own experiences in a really visceral way that meant a LOT to see play out on cable TV.

I’m sure it’s partially because of how much the cast & production team have interacted with the fandom (I’ve never had a show creator reply to my tweets or care to talk to me personally before 🥺) so I felt pretty gutted by this show getting tabled.

With the strike still hot, I don’t think a rescue campaign will do much at the moment, so I thought I might try and spread positivity another way. I’ve had this raffle in the planning stages for a while, I wanted to celebrate my newest original book release by giving back, which is why I had these signed.

Between GK and Misha’s demining campaign for U24 & Legacy of War in Ukraine losing a bit of steam, it feels like as good a time to put it out there.

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1 will win a Misha-signed “Wildflowers” art print from @valderie and Spotted Hound Design

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U.S. residents only due to shipping costs. If you are IA and willing to pay shipping or would like to donate your win to a U.S. resident, that is also fine, but please check shipping costs before committing—they are higher than you think.

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#charity #raffle #misha collins #jensen ackles #spnfamily #spn fandom #fanfic #original fiction #indie author #united24 #legacy of war #Giles #giles duley #ukraine #fundraising #fundraiser #win prizes

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sleepershell · 10 months

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Arranged

pairing regulus black x f!reader

wc 1592

synopsis After the arranged marriage with Sirius falls through, you have a visit with your new fiancé: Regulus

content angst, allusions to familial abuse, the Black family, fluff if you’re deprived, reader has a personality

I truly thought my father would lose his mind on the day the Blacks owled him that Sirius was no longer a candidate for marriage. He’d run away, he was disowned, and they would no longer uphold the marriage arrangement our families had made. Father immediately sent word back that he was outraged, and I hid in my room as he stormed about the house. In all honesty, I was relieved. I hadn’t liked Sirius all that much. There was nothing wrong with him outright, but he hadn’t even been willing to speak to me when we met. And the grandiosity with which he flaunted his rebellion and arrogance was enough to make me queasy. Besides, I was just as committed to the romantic notion of marrying for love as the next girl. That hope was short-lived, though, because the Blacks sent word that they could still live up to their promise. They would be happy to offer up their younger son, Regulus.

And that is how I find myself sitting in the drawing room of 12 Grimmauld Place, silent and straight, ignoring the discussion the adults are having on behalf of Regulus and I. Regulus and I. Strange. Husband and wife. As if I’m fit to marry before I can even apparate. Their home is cold, all the furniture made of near-black wood and the textiles heavy. Ornate candelabras light the room, although it still has the distinct feeling of overall darkness. The fireplace isn’t lit, though it would probably do a lot in the way of comfort. My father and I are seated on a black couch with an abstract gold print across from Orion and Walburga, seated on an identical couch. Regulus is on a bench in front of the piano. He hasn’t looked at me. Great, another Sirius, I suppose.

He’s a good-looking boy, I’ll give him that. None of that obvious, easy charm that Sirius had though they shared a certain haughty look. Regulus was just a bit thinner, just a bit shorter. Still with the dark and curly locks, but not as long as Sirius’. His eyes are dark and situated under heavy brows. I get the impression he doesn’t know how to do anything but brood, although perhaps that’s because it’s all I’ve seen him do. There’s a beautiful angularity to his face, reminiscent of a statue. I don’t like the idea of him looking at me with those eyes. There’s no way he could find me nearly as attractive as I find him. He looks beautiful end stop. I, on the other hand, am the kind of beautiful that is in spite of. In spite of the glasses. In spite of the lack of exercise. In spite of the frizziness of my hair. And, even then, it’s discounting those things, like getting a book you only might read because it’s half price. My father has made it very clear that an arrangement is my best option. I untuck my hair from behind my ear, hoping the partial cover of my face hides my anxiety.

“(Y/N)?” My head whips around at my father’s voice. He and the Blacks are looking at me. Fuck.

“Yes, father?”

“You and Regulus are excused while we continue our discussion.” His eyebrows raise in a look that means: behave so I can marry you off.

I follow Regulus out of the room, and have no idea what to say once we’ve left. At the staircase, he stops and turns to me. His face still betrays no emotion.

“Are you alright with all that?” He asks. His voice is different than I expected. Almost… friendly.

“Alright with what?”

His eyebrows crease. “Moving in and all.”

Moving in? Merlin, I wasn’t listening to the discussion at all.

“You have no idea how this works, do you?” He asks.

“No, not exactly.” I try to give a smile, but he just sighs and begins up the stairs.

“Come on, I’ll show you my room.”

His room is a whole three stories up. I try my best to keep my breathing level. I don’t want him hearing me heave on a climb typical for him. At the top of the final flight are only two doors.

“Is this other room Sirius’?”

“It was.”

As I approach Regulus’ door, I see he’s hung a sign. It says: Do Not Enter Without the Express Permission of Regulus Arcturus Black. He enters, but I hang back in the doorway.

“Um, Mr. Black?” He glances at me with more of a frown than before and I’m almost too afraid to make the joke I intended. “Do I have your express permission to enter?”

Finally, mercifully, the ice of his face cracks, and he smiles faintly, nodding. “Close the door behind you.”

He sits on the only chair in the room, leaving me to awkwardly seat myself on the edge of his bed. As I pretend to examine his room I can feel the fullness of his gaze. He looks at me and I think he is seeing too much. He can see that I am not the girl he’d marry if he could choose. He can see that I am afraid. His room is surprisingly small, and I can’t imagine we are more than three feet from one another.

“So,” I have to break the silence, “I have to live here?”

I think he would roll his eyes at me but his parents probably told him to be on his best behavior.

“My parents seem to expect you to. It’s what a wife does, I suppose”

I couldn’t mask my shock. Shock but also excitement. To get to leave my house, to escape my dad’s anger. To escape the emptiness of those halls… Regulus stops my fantasy short.

“It’s not a good idea.” He’s angry again. Or at least, he looks the way he did when I first stepped foot in this house. Maybe angry is the wrong word. He looks closed off, impenetrable. Maybe angry, too.

“What?”

“You coming to live here. Us getting married. It’s not a good idea.” Finally, he looks away from me, focusing instead on a nonexistent point to my right.

I breathe in and hold it for as long as I can. Our silence lingers like dust that’s taking too long to settle. I’m not surprised but I can feel the knot of disappointment lodged in my throat. I am only good enough for a Black boy on paper. In reality, I am lackluster. Plain.

“Alright.” I nod, to myself more than to him. “So, what then? You’ll tell them no?”

Again, he looks at me like I’m dense. “Of course not.”

“But you think it’s a bad idea.”

“Yes.” He crosses his arms like a petulant child.

I shrug. Why would he even say so if he’s unwilling to do anything about it? “Surely, you don’t expect me to-“

“I do.” His gaze strays away from me again. “You just have to find some way to change your father’s mind.”

“No.” A prickling panic sensation is setting in. “I can’t. I won’t.” Wishing more than anything for this thought to be dashed, I raise one sleeve of my blouse, showing off the damage. It’s something I never want anyone to see. But maybe if Regulus knows he’ll at least pretend I'm what he wants in a wife.

Where I expected care of some kind, I am instead met with further callousness. Regulus sighs, pulling up his own sleeve, my mirror. His skin is marked with the same pale lines as my own. I feel sick. My escape route is in fact a more permanent prison. My hand flies up to cover my mouth. No tears fall, I’m too practiced for that.

“You think you’ll be any better off here? You think I’ll be good for you?” He lets his sleeve fall, standing and turning toward the small window at my side.

It’s silly, ridiculously so, but I reach through the short distance between us. “You might.” I slip my fingers into the hand at his side. His is cool to the touch, and smooth. “In just a few years, we can leave here.”

For a moment our hands remain together before he jerks his away. “You should’ve married Sirius. You missed the chance to be happy.”

My hand still lingering in the cold air between us, it feels as though I’ve been slapped. How could he say something so awful to a stranger? I want to hate him, but he’s the only person I’ve met with scars like mine. And, at this point, he’s my fiancé. In all my frustration, I fall back onto the bed.

“Merlin, I suppose we’re both doomed.” I glare up at the ceiling, counting tiny fissures and specks of dust. They should really have their house elf clean a bit more.

I feel his weight tilt the bed slightly as he sits on the edge of the bed. And then a hand, so gentle it could be the breeze, brushes against my hair. I look at him.

“I’m sorry.” His hand retreats.

“It’s fine. I’m yours now anyway.” He winces, like I am the last thing he wants.

“I’m sorry you have to marry me.” His beautiful face is so hard to read. He looks like an actual prince. I shake my head, giving him a smile.

“I’m not.”

He frowns. Merlin, what is wrong with this boy?

And then his door flies open, clearly without regard for the sign. And there are our parents.

“Oh lovely,” Walburga begins, “They’re already getting on.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #regulus black #marauders #oneshot #angst #regulus arcturus black #arranged marriage #💤🦪#🐍

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shini--chan · 2 years

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Don't really see any Fluffy content in this account. So can I have Soft!Yandere 1 p or 2 p America( your choice ) headcanons. Please make it as Fluffy( yet kind of dark) as possible.

I feel most obliged, thus you are getting both

Yandere Americas - Fluff

1p America

Alfred would, on a part, dream of having of living out that Americana dream with you – a house, a family, him coming back home every day to you setting the table for dinner. While he would claim to everybody he would know that he is a progressive man that would allow you to work, in truth he would balk at that. This would partially be because a part of him is old-fashioned and would want to see you subservient to him – it would stroke his ego. Other than that, if you have work that would mean that you would have your own source of income and would know people other than him; and he can’t let you have a life outside of him.

He might let you work in a low-contact job, as an archivist or from home, and that would only be if he were feeling generous. Additionally, your bank accounts would be joined officially, entirely his unofficially. Alfred would do everything in his power to ensure that you wouldn’t have any financial freedom and that you would have to fully rely on him. What he would allow would be very casual contacts. For that, he would take you to a lot of parties, from formal gathering to raunchy frat parties. It would also serve as a flashy distraction for you from his darker sides.

Ideally, in his mind, you would be available to him at any and all times of the day. Sometimes, he would even forget that you have to do other things other than entertaining or appeasing him. In those moments, he would be inclined to be waspish and might even snap at you.

Being as materialistic as he is, Alfred would gladly give out a lot of money, a.k.a spoil you, to ensure that you would find him attractive and a good partner. He would give you anything, as long as he would endorse it, from the newest iPhone to a luxury trip to Bali. If it would be something really expensive, even by his standards, he would simply print more money and not worry about the long term costs. Should you get upset with him about something, then he would simply buy you something costly, something that he would think could “buy” him your affections and goodwill. Do be wary though – he wouldn’t take it well if he thought you are just playing so nice because he has a lot of money.

Since Alfred is a die-hard idealist, he would see himself as the moral template everybody has to follow. Or at least, everybody has to live according to his rules. While he would allow to be have your own personality, there would be a moral baseline that he would make you adhere to. If you would already do so, be would reinforce those believes, if not, then he would refashion you to his ideal. He would boast on how he lead you on the right path, flaunt you as an example of his righteousness. In order to get you on “the path”, he would implement a carrot-and-the-stick system.

Part of that would reflect on how much affection you would get from Alfred. Once in his thrall, he would be very affectionate towards you. However, if you would go against his will, he wouldn’t hesitate to give you the cold shoulder from a few day.

Else, he would constantly have a hand on your waist, on your shoulder or on your knee. He wouldn’t be sparse with the praise, electing to smother you so that you would be more inclined to stay with him. Of course, he would in turn demand that you would be equally affectionate and if you wouldn’t want to be left to rot, you would better do that.

2p! America

Allen would be less physically affectionate than his 1p! Counterpart but he would make up in that by isolating you all the more. Seeing that he would be well-aware of you being disillusioned by the fast-paced modern lifestyle, he wouldn’t encounter much resistance in convincing you to move away and join a commune with him (for all you know, it could be a cult). There he would have considerable control over you, since you would only really have him and the commune cult to rely on. Tearing yourself out of your newfound social circle would only grow more difficult, the more time that would pass, after all.

With so many people watching your every move, and lecturing you on morality and the world, he wouldn’t have to do much work himself. Should you confess to him that you have grown sick of your new lifestyle, he would present mock-consideration; and then he would gossip about what you told him.

That way, somebody else would wind up punishing you and he could continue to present himself as the hero in the whole story, as the good guy that would always have your back. Nevertheless, there would be times would be would be snide and pushy towards you. After his anger or frustration would dissipate, he would do his best to make it up to you – foot massages, hot bathes and swaddling you in fluffy blankets.

On that note, out of the two Americas, he would be the easiest to guilt trip. Alfred would just laugh off your blatant manipulations or even outright accuse you of lying. Allen on the other hand, would actually listen to you and take your complaints into consideration, however, only as far as his pride would allow him. He is also the person that would be very inclined to sweep certain issues under the rug and therefore hyperfocus on others.

A/N: At this point, I just want to throw my two cents in: I think it is a bit ironic when American conservatives talk about the ye good old day, aka the 1950s. That was a decade when the US, aside from all the social oppression, had stricter gun laws, and programms for free college education and free health care. Not to mention that taxes were higher and the country was moving towards being secular at the time. Figures.

#yandere hetalia #yandere america #yandere 2p america #x reader #hetalia

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caswellseyes · 2 years

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Autumn prompt! 14 for your most self-indulgent rare-pair. =D

ty for this!! your prompts are fantastic and i had a lot of fun working on this one. i went with luke/bobby because i love them very much but also i don’t think i’ve written them before? which had to be fixed immediately, of course. enjoy!

14. Every time I come home there are more tiny pumpkins everywhere and it’s driving me insane

There’s a pumpkin on the counter.

Luke stares at it for several long seconds. Then, when he’s reasonably sure he’s not imagining it, he pokes it. The pumpkin wobbles a little bit. He jumps back as if it shocked him.

Thing is, this isn’t the first time it’s happened. It’s not even the first time this week. Somehow, over the course of the past month, Luke’s apartment has become home to at least a dozen tiny little pumpkins in varying shapes and colours. Luke is fairly sure he’s not bringing them home and he doubts his goldfish is responsible for it, which means that someone has been breaking into his place just to leave them behind, and the fact that he doesn’t know who it is is driving him insane.

It’s not that he doesn’t like the pumpkins. They’re kind of cute, actually, and they have a habit of showing up only when he’s having a bad day. The sight of a new one always cheers him up, even if he does think the fact that he doesn’t know how they get there is a little creepy.

Luke pokes the latest addition again. It’s bright orange and small enough to fit into the palm of his hand. This time, it wobbles enough to turn around, showing the smiley face carved into one side.

Luke grins and picks the pumpkin up, inspecting it closely. He forgets all about his shitty work day as he lets his fingers slide over the neatly carved ridges.

Whoever is leaving these pumpkins behind definitely knows how to cheer him up. He just wishes he knew who it was.

Suddenly, a loud noise comes from Luke’s bathroom, followed by a muffled curse. Luke nearly drops his pumpkin. It only takes him a moment to recover, reach for a spatula, and turn towards the bathroom.

Spatula raised and pumpkin cradled close to his chest, he advances on the bathroom. The door is opened slightly, but he can’t make out who is in there. Either he has a burglar in his house, or his benevolent pumpkin bringer is behind that door.

“Who’s in there?” He asks once he’s a few feet away. For a few seconds, everything is silent. Then, he hears a sigh and sees the door swing open.

“No way.” Luke stares at the intruder. He slowly lowers his spatula. “It’s you?”

Bobby smiles weakly, waving with his free hand. The other is clutching a shower curtain with pumpkins printed all over it. The curtain is partially attached to the rod in Luke’s bathroom. Clearly, he caught Bobby in the middle of hanging it up.

“Surprise,” Bobby says, scratching the back of his neck. “I, uh, I didn’t plan on being here when you got home. Guess it took me longer than expected to figure this out.”

“You made this?” Luke asks, holding up the tiny pumpkin.

Bobby nods.

“And the ones on my kitchen table, were they from you as well?”

Bobby nods again.

“And the green one on my nightstand, and the super tiny one in the pocket of my jacket?”

Bobby nods.

“And the one in your living room, and on those bookshelves - which you need to clean, by the way, they’re super dusty - and the one in your shoe.”

They both wince. Luke hadn’t found that one quickly enough and ended up with mashed pumpkin all over his foot.

“Why?” Luke asks, after cycling through a billion questions in his mind. This one feels like it covers everything he wants to know.

Bobby shrugs. He’s still holding the shower curtain.

“I don’t know, I just thought they might cheer you up a little. I know you’ve been having a rough few weeks, so I borrowed Alex’s key and brought you these. Reggie texted me earlier to say you were having a bad day. I just wanted to drop these off and get out. You weren’t supposed to see me.”

Luke slowly places the spatula in the bathroom sink. He doesn’t need to ask why Bobby didn’t want him to figure this out. Bobby has always been a giant softy on the inside, but he hides it behind a tough layer of swagger and sarcasm. The only reason Luke noticed it at all is that he’s been halfway in love with Bobby for months now and has dedicated way more time than he should’ve to the study of Bobby Shaw.

The point is that Bobby never lets anyone know how much he cares, and he’d never take the credit for singlehandedly brightening Luke’s entire month. Not unless Luke makes him. Not unless Luke’s intuition about why Bobby went to such extremes is right.

“I’m glad I did,” Luke says softly. “See you, that is.”

The pumpkin joins the spatula in the sink. Luke gently pries the shower curtain from Bobby’s fingers. It falls to the ground, held up by one single point.

“And I’m really happy with the pumpkins,” he adds. “They definitely cheered me up.”

“Good,” Bobby breathes out. He raises a hand and cups Luke’s cheek. Luke tangles his fingers together with Bobby’s other hand, tugging him closer. Looks like his intuition was definitely right.

“Luke, I-”

Luke doesn’t let him finish, cutting him off with a kiss. He has a feeling he knows what Bobby wants to say, anyway.

Bobby tastes like the pumpkin cookies he left in Luke’s fridge. Later, once the shower curtain is hung up properly, they’ll curl up on Luke’s couch and eat them together. They’ll plan a date to go to the pumpkin patch Bobby has been frequenting.

For now, though, they kiss and hold on to each other, the pumpkin in the bathroom sink long forgotten.

send me some autumn prompts!

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #bobby shaw #lukebobby #michelle does things

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evegoldenwoods · 1 year

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My Tarot Card Collection

I've been wanting to write up some notes on all the decks I have for a while. I quite like collecting tarot card decks, and I wanted to make a little catalog of them. Also, I mostly use tarot cards for solo ttrpgs, not for readings, so I thought that would put a fun spin on how I think about them.

I've also included an image of the guidebook used for each. In every case I've tried to use the easiest to access book, so where there's a pamphlet inset with the deck, I've used that as the reference. I'll make note of where this isn't the case.

I’ve recommended a solo rpg to go with each game. Sometimes I’ve chosen ones that are explicitly designed to be played with the tarot, but sometimes I’ll recommend ones that just call for playing cards. You can adapt these to tarot decks by removing the major arcana, and playing cups as hearts, diamonds as wands, clubs as pentacles and spades as swords. If the game also calls for jokers, add a major arcana for every joker required.

1. Thoth tarot deck

Created by Aleister Crowley and Lady Frieda Harris, art by Frieda Harris

This was my first ever tarot deck, inherited from my step-father when I was a teen. The actual deck is basically unusable these days, because one card got dog bitten, and a couple others have been warped and faded from exposure to sunlight. So they stand out in the deck when drawing. But I have a lot of affection for the cards anyway.

Notes:

- this deck is very easily accessible, but print quality probably varies a good bit. Worth reading reviews and finding a decent printing.

- the suit names for this deck are wands, cups, swords and pentacles.

-this is the biggest deck I own, which means that the art is clear and easy to read and can have lots of interesting details. Conversely, it's hard to lay out big spreads with them.

- the energy of this deck is horny af. It was partially designed by Aleister Crowley, and it shows. This sometimes feels exciting and rebellious, and sometimes feels like a slightly lecherous older man standing by your shoulder and leering.

- the art is absolutely gorgeous. It's always exciting to look at and the characters are full of personality, especially the court cards.

- the guidebook is tarot: mirror of the soul, which was written for this deck specifically, but doesn't necessarily come with it, you might have to buy it separately. It's good long explanations of the symbols as well as questions to prompt reflection.

- the cards have a lot of explicit symbolism in them, which can be a handy set of references for solo rpgs, and they're at like, a oblique angle to the regular raider-waite deck, so they can make for a fun shake up if you use that one a lot.

- I don't think you can really talk about this deck without talking about Crowley, since he was such a wanker, but at least half the deck is Frieda Harris's creation, and while I don't think I have much evidence to assert that she was a better person than him, I think she at least contributed enough to make the deck interesting

In terms of using this deck for solo rpgs, I think it best suits ones that are either a bit darker and edgier, or very mystical. I'd think a game like Anamnesis (by Samantha Leigh/Blinking Birch Games, found here: https://blinkingbirchgames.itch.io/anamnesis) pairs really well with this deck, since the thoth tarot gives you both characters and symbols to help elaborate on your answers to the questions.

2. Little Monsters Tarot

Book by Olivia Ephraim Pepper, art by Peony Coin Archer

I got this deck in a kickstarter, and it was the start of me planning to collect tarot cards more seriously.

Notes:

- these cards are very small and neat. Easy to shuffle and to lay out, and they have nice rounded edges. A good travel deck.

- The suit names for this deck are wands, cups, coins and arrows

- the art for this deck is subtle and elusive. Because it's black and white, and because it's in many ways quite simple, without a lot of additional symbolism, the meaning can feel a bit loose. It's also got a very gentle feel, like each card is a little woodland creature peeking out from under a bush at you.

- by contrast the guidebook is ferocious and cutting. It doesn't hold back at all, and gives very challenging paragraphs that really push you. It's probably the book that feels most like talking to a really good therapist, one who forces you to interrogate your perceptions and challenge your assumptions. (I mean all of this in a deeply complimentary way, to be clear. I think this book is by far the most incisive and insightful of any of the ones I own, although sometimes it can also feel very dictated, like it doesn’t leave quite as much room for your own interpretation)

- There's some slight smudging on my copy of these cards, and compared to some of the other decks I own I think the quality of the print is a little lower, but it's never affected my engagement with the cards.

If I were ever inclined to do a reading, I think this is the deck I'd turn to, and I think it's similarly useful for solo rpgs with a more autobiographical bent, the ones that are also tools for self reflection rather than fiction writing. For this deck, I recommend trying something like Galatea by S. Kaiya J. (here: https://mirror-lock.itch.io/galatea)

3. Star Spinner Tarot

Art, design and writing by Trungles

I've been a fan of Trungles artwork for ages, but it was when I read about the gimmick of this deck that I knew I had to add it to my collection. Gimmick is probably the wrong word, it sounds cheap, and I think the choice made here is the opposite of that, a beautiful enrichment of the tarot.

Notes:

- The box this comes in is sleek and neat, but sturdy. The cards are a little bigger than regular playing cards, and they shuffle easily and smoothly.

- the suit names for this deck are wands, chalices, coins and swords.

- The art for these cards is lovely, with soft lines, lots of curves, and a pleasing restricted palette. All of it fits with how gentle these cards are. There's lots of inspiration from classic folklore artists like Ivan Bilibin or Edmund Dulac, and also from classical paintings. The devil on the devil card is reminiscent of Michelangelo's interpretation in all the best ways.

- this is a very soft and gentle deck, and also a very queer deck, but without ever falling into cute simplicity. It has moments of yearning, and sorrow, and blatant desire, but it's always very tender.

- the guidebook gives simple and direct summaries of the cards' meanings, without delving too much into the art or other notes behind them. It's very straightforward advice.

- So, the special thing about this deck is that it has four copies of the lovers. A pair with a man and a woman, a pair with two women, a pair with two men, and a pair that stand apart, representing asexual or platonic love. you can shuffle all four in, or choose whichever one suits the querent best. All the poses are different, but all of them are gorgeous.

- I do think some of the suits in this deck were given more love than others. The chalices, in particular, use the cards to retell the little mermaid, which is such a brilliant choice, none of the others really live up it. Wands uses fairy imagery, coins has rabbits, and swords is based on the traditional raider waite imagery. I would have loved to see the other suits get the same treatment as chalices, but alas.

I think this deck plays perfectly off solo rpgs that sit in that folklore/fairytale/romance space, especially ones that are cute and cosy. Though in general any game you play with these will be softened by their gentle character, so you can always use it to tone down a game that you're worried will get too dark. I'd recommend trying this deck with a game like The Tea Shelf, by K-Ramstack (found here: https://k-ramstack.itch.io/the-tea-shelf)

4. Crow Tarot

Art, design and writing by MJ Cullinane

This deck was recommended to me by a coworker at an old job. Of all the decks I own, it's the one that's clicked with me the least, but it's hard to pin down why. I don't think it's a poorly designed deck by any means, it just doesn't quite resonate the way others do.

Notes:

- the print quality is very high. The cards come in a nice solid box, and they're beautifully slippy and easy to shuffle. They glide through your hands.

- the four suits are cups, wands, swords and pentacles

- The art has an odd quality. Looking at it in 2023, it has an effect that reminds me strangly of large model generated art artifacts, though this deck was handpainted long before "AI" became a thing. The colour palette is strong and consistent, and the cards have a nice aged effect on them. I think the composition of the cards is less strong than other decks I own, though

- I think I find the crows a bit visually impenetrable. They're posed doing all kinds of things, but they're always animals, and there's something kind of distancing about that. The deck is designed to reflect the playfulness and mystery of crows, but it ends up feeling kind of mushy to me, like I can't properly grasp what it's trying to say.

- the guidebook pictured is the inset one that comes with the box, and I do like the way it's written. It starts with keywords and an interpretation of the card visuals, then moves on to advice/direction. There's also a separate printed book that contains much more information, and honestly you could almost use that in place of the deck, because it's where the things I find interesting about the work are most obvious. You could play by flipping through it to random pages and get a pretty good result.

As I said, this is a deck I don't really vibe with, but if you were going to use it for solo rpgs, I'd recommend it for fiction about quests or journeys, something high fantasy that's situated in nature and takes you on a trip through a world. Maybe it would work well for The Lonesome Cartographer, by Wren the Forrester (found here: https://wren-the-forrester.itch.io/the-lonesome-cartographer).

5. Botanical Tarot

Art, Writing and Design by Kevin Jay Stanton

This is another kickstarter deck, which I felt immediately charmed by when I saw how different it was to anything else I owned. Physically, I only backed the simple version of the deck, with a small inset booklet, but I also got access to the digital version of the larger and longer compendium, which I think I would recommend picking up.

Notes:

- These cards are shorter than the crow or starspinner tarots, but wider, more square in shape. They feel very smooth and soft, and they’re a bit thicker than the previous two, which makes them slightly harder to shuffle. That said, they still slip through the fingers quickly and easily. They have gilt edging, which has started to fade slightly at the corners after a year or two of use, but is mostly still holding strong.

- the suits are cups, swords, coins and wands

- The art for these cards is so striking and interesting. Each card has a plant, a detailed and vivid drawing of which is the core image of the card, set against a black background. The suits have images of their namesakes from history, so coins have old coins on them, swords have old swords, etc. The court cards all have different historical crowns. It’s all extremely beautiful to look at.

- Kind of like the crow tarot, the art is such a wide swing that it can be hard to interpret when you’re looking at the card alone, but I mind it less here because the images are so beautiful. I feel like they draw you in with a mystery that’s answered by looking up the booklet. And then that pushes you on to think more deeply about the drawings.

- There’s almost no text on the cards, just a number and a tiny drawing of the suit, or a letter and a tiny drawing for the court cards. And then for the major arcana, each one has its own unique symbol. Some are guessable, like the inverted pentagram for the devil, but others you’ll have to flip through the booklet to find unless you use the deck super regularly.

- the guidebook is simple and straightforward, a useful reference when you’re in the middle of a reading, though it’s quite small and dense, so sometimes the text can be hard to read. And it’s printed on very thin, flimsy paper, so you have to be careful with it. Again, I do recommend getting at least a digital copy of the compendium, because that has a lot more info that really helps to clarify the cards.

I think this is a great deck for games that have a deep historical touch, or that invoke a kind of ritual atmosphere, and obviously it’s great for anything that has plants in it, but I also think you can use it more generally to inflect games with a tone of solemnity and strangeness. I think this would play great against I shall not spare myself this journey, by Cave of Monsters Games (found here: https://cave-of-monsters-games.itch.io/i-shall-not) or NeoCrystal Elegy by A Yolland (found here: https://ayolland.itch.io/neocrystal-elegy)

6. Corrupted Tarot

Created by Wyrmwood, this deck features art from over 70 people

This is… another crowdfunded deck. Damn Eve, you buy a lot of these… And this is another one where I thought the core concept was really strong and unique, so I went for it.

Notes:

- This deck is medium sized, about the same as the Starspinner Tarot, and the cards feel very soft to the touch. They shuffle relatively well, although they sometimes stick together slightly. They have nice silver gilt on the edges. For art reasons, I really wish this deck was bigger, but I’ll get to that in a sec. Of all my decks, I think this one makes the most pleasing sound when shuffled, a whooshing noise that’s very attractive.

- The suits are swords, cups, pentacles and wands

- Because this deck has so many artists, the art is relatively inconsistent. I think it does an okay job of using the dark backgrounds to pull it all together, but compared to the single author decks, it’s undeniably fragmented. Whether this is a negative or not will depend on your own preferences. There are a few cards I don’t love, but overall the energy of it really works for me.

- The concept of this deck is that the art depicts the reversed meanings rather than the upright ones. The cards are all meant to have dark, tragic, spooky and sinister energy. I think that it generally does a really good and fun job of this, without straying into depictions of evil/villainy that rely on tired tropes.

- In spite of that premise, this deck feels very empowering and energetic. It has a lot to say about facing down your own demons, picking yourself up and starting over. And also about embracing the dark and powerful sides of yourself.

- The inset guidebook is actually excellent, it tells you who every artist is, gives links to their socials (maybe not as useful if twitter fully goes down, lol, but I hugely appreciate the effort) and talks about how and why they chose the images they did, on top of what the card means. It’s so efficient in such a small amount of space.

- It’s honestly funny to compare this to the little monsters tarot, which has such lovely and delicate art but genuinely bites a lot harder when it describes some of the cards, versus this one which is so theoretically spooky but actually quite friendly and kind

Like, obviously this deck works amazingly for any kind of rpg with soulslike energy, both because it has the dark exterior and because the actual message is about keeping going in the face of adversity. But in general I think you can use this deck wherever you want to ratchet up tension and add a spooky undercurrent to the story you’re telling. I’d recommend trying it with Where Crimson Flowers Bloom by Mitchell Daily (found here: https://mitchelldaily.itch.io/crimsonflowers)

7. Literary Tarot

My most recent deck, at least for now. This was part of a big charity project run by a non profit called the Brink Literary Foundation, and I was curious enough about the concept and the images to back it.

Published by the Brink Literary Project

Notes:

- The concept of this deck is that each card has been paired with a novel. They got a lot of famous writers to contribute cards, which as a gimmick is a bit tiresome, but I don’t think it ends up taking too much away from the deck. And some of the choices are genuinely interesting.

- These cards are a bit bigger than the Corrupted Tarot, and a bit thicker, though not as thick as the Botanical Tarot. For some reason, they’re by far the hardest of my decks to shuffle, very sticky and heavy in the hand. That can be a bit annoying, and it means you have to shimmy back and forth to get them all in place, which is causing the gilt edges to wear off faster than it has on other decks.

- The suits for this are very gimmicky, they’re quills (swords), ink (wands), light (cups) and parchment (coins). My problem with this is the same as for the Botanical Tarot, which is that using shorthands or alternate names means you have to double check everything unless you use them super consistently.

- This is like the Corrupted Tarot, where the art is done by multiple people, but this one had a more assertive art director, and so all the cards have a consistent colour palette, and the artists styles are within a similar range, so the deck looks very unified.

- Some of the card choices are a little weird, and some I like better than others. The most striking one was the Cold Equations as the reference for Temperance. I think that really shifts the meaning of the card from being about healing and serene balance to being a kind of merciless rational calculation. Which is certainly a new take, so I’m not complaining.

- Like some of the other decks, this has two guidebooks, a little inset one and a bigger extra book that you can buy separately. In this case, I don’t think you need to rush out and buy the bigger book. It’s a nice treat, with stories about how the cards ended up being assigned to stories, and there are some cool extras that show the process of designing the art for the different cards, but you’ll do just fine with the simple guidebook imo.

Because this deck uses stories for each card, I think it’s great for games where you’re developing a story. If you’re using a solo rpg to design something for a bigger group game, or to explore characters that you want to write about in a novel/short story/whatever, then having this deck can give you a cool range of literary references to think about and try out. I’d recommend trying this deck with a solo rpg like The Last Noita by Yuri Runnel (found here: https://yurir.itch.io/the-last-noita) or Little Shepherd, Little Spy by PsychHound (found here: https://psychhound.itch.io/little-shepherd-little-spy )

This ended up being so much longer than I expected! If you made it this far, thank you for reading the whole thing <3

#tarot #tarot deck reviews #ttrpg #indie ttrpg #solo rpg #this took so long #but it was fun!#I'm not tagging the decks/games individually it would take way too long sorry

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the-enzyme · 2 years

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I repainted my 3D-artist-resin-cast 1:6 scale Leon S. Kennedy head sculpt, for the millionth time! DX I knew I was going to do so eventually; I was just hoping to not f-up again. Which, I kind of think I might have done, again! Fortunately, I feel like I have discovered a way to make him look more accurate, without being wasteful (of MSC, which is toxic, expensive and a pain in the gut to get). I always considered watching a tutorial or two, about how to paint realistic 1:6 action figures, since way back in the day when 1:6 started getting more realistic looking head sculpts and facial paint apps. I even attempted adding pigmented skin texture to some of my DIM Minimee. However, I was doing that with pastels, with small amounts of acrylic paint for just the line work. Which can be heavy and get really “make-up-like’ for my taste. That’s why I thought why not watch a tutorial now, since I was also looking for tutorials on how to gloss eyes properly. I found it’s pretty much what I’ve been doing (the glossing the eyes part), but my terrible shaky hands are huge handicap, that I’ll probably always mess that up.

The painting is so much easier than anything, but it does take a million watered down layers. I don’t know if should be getting model-grade paints, instead of using my artist-grade Liquitex, which might be too saturated and viscous for this kind of paint work? I don’t know, the artist whose tutorial I saw used only model-grade paints, so I am not certain. From the little bit I found on google searches, it seems any acrylic paint will work but the model-grade paints are more like water, than what Liquitex is like and going from the video, they are a lot less saturated/pigmented as well. Oh well, I’ll settle for what I have for now.

Regardless, I was able to get my Leon to look somewhat closer to what I always envisioned him looking like. I’m not a professional by any stretch of the imagination, and not even remotely good at this yet, but I hope that with the little bit I was able to learn, I’ll improve the next time I try repainting him again. I am kind of tempted to get more 1:6 action figures heads to attempt repainting, however, I am not into real people and those are the only heads that are popular in the 1:6 genre of figures. That or 3D printed unlicensed massed produced heads, which I am not okay with. It’s one thing to commission an individual to make a fan-art version for a small number of people, and another to mass produce every single character from a single brand’s licenses (squareenixfinalfantasycharacters), without even blinking. DX

I am fine with repainting this head as many times as it takes, as I have mentioned before, I just wish I didn’t suck as much at tiny miniature work. So that I could get to the point I will feel satisfied with him, sooner. I took a million photos, so I do believe I like him a lot better already! I can’t wait until I can feel like trying again! Which will probably be sooner than later, you never know when you’ll kick the bucket and that’ll be that! Lol! (: My cell phone that is older than dust, but takes “nicer” photos was dying, so I took most of these with my newer cell phone that takes sharper photos, but less pleasant to the eyes (IMHO). The last two were taken with my old-cell phone, I feel they show the texture a lot better. Although he’s not quite as tomato red, IRL.

He’s not wearing his black shirt that came with this set because I am planning on attempting to recreate the game’s version of the 5.11 tactical shirt that HT made. I am also not wanting to have to remove any stains on the body, as it is partially painted on the upper torso. This body is the Damtoys RE2R Leon’s body, so it’s pretty large, but the head is so big, it makes it look tiny....Lol! I am still angry that the head sculpt was made to be so large. From some angles, you can even see a huge gap at the nape of the neck, because the head is so freaking massive. T__T;;

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….. team rancher perhaps? For the “brutally honest opinion on a ship” question

Okay so yes I got this in march. I've been thinking.

the ship? on double life? delightful. I fell for it so hard in the silliest way - i was writing a flower husbands fic and i wanted jimmy to talk to scott about tango, and thus i had to figure it out and woosh. There I was writing SO MUCH. (and then a spin off of that one got me into smalletho, i'm a hilarious creature.) Obviously I'm obsessed with Jimmy, and they were so cute together, they worked together well, good wholesome vibes. Sometimes it's nice to have a comedic duo as a ship. I got fanart printed, it was the first thing I published, I sat around and daydreamed about my many many wips.

However. Tragically. I've given it months and I just think I'm done for the foreseeable future. I am BUMMED about this. I wish I could separate c and cc on this one, and not care about the crossover and just write DL. Nothing about DL or LimLife or whatever interferes with my SmallEtho or Flower Husbands feels, each series is something i can choose to bring into what i'm feeling/writing. But, ugh. It's not working here. Especially with actual crossover-setting ranchers as opposed to DL etc.

To jump ahead - my remaining ranchers wip WILL be finished, because I'm so lucky to be able to bring in the amazing passionate clever supportive thoughtful kind and considerate @that-tall-queer-bassist as a co-author. They saw what I was afraid to ask and offered. (I might have asked eventually.) The most important parts are there, imo. My first fic was "my ex stole my soulmate", (fwhip/jimmy/tango) which i wrote in a possessed fervor the day the crossover started. this is the sequel, "my soulmate made a date for me and my ex". It's all outlined and the beginning is written, and most crucially the final conversation is written, where i got Jimmy and Tango's voices to my satisfaction and did how I wanted things to wrap up. I just... the thought of doing it makes me so anxious (especially after i got a "why haven't you updated" comment and had a VERY bad day from it) but I swore I'd never abandon a wip. It keeps getting kudos - the first one had 3x as many kudos as any other fic until the month, and then it's just one fic, it's still so popular - and i don't even want to reread it. It's a very strange feeling to have you biggest hit be something that makes you sad!

the rest of the unpublished wips - man idk how many partially written ranchers fics i have. so many. a lot are in what would have been a flower husbands/ranchers multiverse series that might have hit 100k, which i'm never doing. i'm planning to publish a couple short stand-alones. Some of the ranchers shit is good! My current thought is to go back to them a few months after "my soulmate made a date" is finished and skim and see if any are in a shape where i might want to share some on request, because right now i have so much anxiety about it all to even make decisions. i especially love the sequel to "love respect joy and ranchin'" cause that was 17k of sexual tension and a lot of sexy things happened after.

Maybe time will pass and I'll get what I want! Maybe I'll be able to look at DL ranchers and just enjoy what is there, what I loved before, and not be disappointed about what never happened after animated heart reunions etc. My hopes were SO high and I'm going to try and never get my hopes that high again for something dependent on so many factors.

It is funny that I wrote fics that people are probably using for some fix-it feelings, while I myself can't fix it for me! I'm supremely lucky that I have so many other ships.

#me #my writing #that-tall-queer-bassist #answering asks

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northropi · 2 years

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://INITIATE_GREETING Alright so Tumblr. The Tumblr. That one. The one that bad people thought was the antichrist itself in 2015. In my and others' effort to have actual plan Bs in case of Twitter doing what we think Twitter is going to do we're coming here despite the memes of keeping us out.

I suppose that I should open by saying that I have a pet peeve for superhero and urban fantasy shows to such an extent that they are the bad guys in my self-insert lore.

Now that I have torpedoed my attempts to gain a following on this site I should say that I actually remember liking it here. Getting all the formatting stuff right is going to be a little adventure on my part but hey I did some coding stuff in Uni (I did not finish Uni). The only real reason I never made an account here is because, well, exactly the time I would have made an account happened to align with, you know, that time where a lot of the people I would have been following were banned for posting lewd stuff. I understand they have reigned that back and allow it if it's properly tagged- which it should be- but I'm gonna have to comb the fine print there before I push it.

I will confess that at this point my knowledge of the state of this site is vague to the extent that I'm mostly here to follow people who went here before other places, especially considering I seem to be the sole VTweeter that is not on Insta or Tiktok. In fact, as most of my output is art, I may end up frequenting art sites more often. In fact, I was met with decent traction on my backup acct immediately.

On DeviantArt.

Like a week before they did their shit.

Yeah it's probs Newgrounds now even if I'm not quite doing numbers there yet. But I'm likely to crosspost everywhere when possible. This may end up partially replacing my current Wix blog if I can get it to display info in the encyclopedic format I want for the sake of loreposting.

There'll be a better intro later- this is me getting my bearings and asking for help with that from friends. Tumblr is my most likely outright replacement for Twitter once I learn due to it having a similar capacity for being able to scream into the void and have your friends say "lol" beneath it, even if at a glance Newgrounds is my more likely portfolio site and Wix is gonna be where a lot of long-form posts end up. Will twitter collapse? Well one of my friends, who is a mushroom, she is cool, thinks not- that the businesses that rely on Twitter will be waiting like vultures to pick it up if Elon steps down. This makes sense- the brands all find value in Twitter because it's popular. It's a feedback loop they exploit for outreach.

But Elon does not make sense.

Why did he launch a car into space? It was because it was an easy way to get haha funny internet points. Why did he buy Twitter? And why might he, I believe to be in the cards, destroy Twitter, out of spite, at his own loss?

It's not like I'm sitting here weeping, the follower grind I had to where I'm at aside. Like I'm at 282 last I checked, that's pretty nice, and I hope my regulars are checking my new sites. I don't think Twitter was some sacred grounds as a lot of strawmen are painted. It was just convenient and cool people are there. Were there. Half expecting it to be gone when I tab back over just out of sheer jinxing lol. I really should have done all this earlier. Got pretty complacent with the idea that the situation had stabilized. Alas, Society.

I am, as with all sites I am spreading my high-aspect-ratio membranous wings into, eager to check this out and meet new people. I just hope I don't have to start from zero.

#twitter exodus #twitter refugees #vtuber #artist

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the-firebird69 · 9 months

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I don't want to see the future all the time but I need to know what people think might happen and this is interesting they're taking a ton of companies a ton of stuff and the max plan on powering up and taking it all back and the process is not that painful for them other people are running it like me and Stan was running some and others who have people who were not doing that great and our French people were keeping it afloat it makes a lot of sense but he's saying that's their plan and they're going to focus on Saturn Pluto and Venus they actually want her out of there and they keep pushing our friend around here and he's big okay he has a lot of people and you idiots are stupid you keep pushing him around and you're not so big I guess he's kind of an honorary member most of than I am because he's a mutant and he acts funny looks a little odd and tells a lot of jokes it says he does substance abuse but it's forced on him because he's been poisoned and because he's very young his body is weird it is weird it's like a baby's body. But enough about me he says what's going on is the world is changing they're taking over because nobody wants to build anything or do anything it's not really his fault and the building bases that the Max steel they can stop at this time anyways so we are going to have a problem we're getting pushed out of the scene by each other and the empire is going to run everything you thought that we're going to see an attack on the empire and the caverns today and just didn't happen and I'm supposed to be the blame and it worked a little as a pain but really the attack on the empire is not going on and people just let him sit there and they're sitting there with clones that are not going to be able to leave or do anything and they'll be fighting them but they'll be in a weekend state answer deception. They no longer will be able to defeat them and they said that they were above them and in July it was us and we got completely beat up and they did too but that's the clones and it's different. What he's coming up with is a synopsis as to what the max of planning and how it's going is fairly accurate and I believe it's true it looks like they planned my plan for me and our friend figured it out and he wasn't really supposed to and this is to push it along and they're kind of both right this is going to be hell and he's saying that I should talk to foreigners because they're going to be in and they can do things they can actually make things happen and a lot of more luck say we wish you would we don't want you to and it sounds like wishy-washy but they don't want to be giving up on but this is going to be hell or losing area and territory very fast and he comes along and he builds it very quickly and we're not sure what the empire is going to do but the whole place is going to be in a war and then these guys are serious okay they don't fight like the empire it's like a notch or two above it and they're going to be in trouble and they don't think so but you know who knows what it look like against them they're going against these guys and they just come in and cleared out and we do that so

Mac Daddy

Olympus we give permission to print

You know what our capabilities are and we're getting more confident every day but it's true we do have to watch out because it's a large plan but we are going to be doing things in the next few months that are pivotal to our success or our partial loss we don't want to lose anyone or anything and we need ours to sign on now

Thor Freya

We're putting notices up here and we have been and we have to and right now we need help here we need more monitors we need them immediately and desperately if you can hear us or you can see this we want to sign up to our military as quickly as you can

Frank Castle hardcastle

The path is clear and we know it is

Duke nukem Blockbuster

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blue-opossum · 1 year

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LIME CHEX Cereal

1 minute and 36 seconds to read.

Monday morning, 29 May 2023.

Dream #: 20,615-01.

This dream corresponds with emergent proto-cognizance (and its acknowledgment) only, caused solely by being in REM sleep, with no increased somatosensory or vestibular dynamics, which is somewhat atypical for this mode and time relevant to my sleep cycle. The focus is on seeking or validating inferred text (before the waking transition), understanding, recognizing, or defining simple geometric shapes (as in this dream's outcome), proto-cognizant thinking about numbers and number patterns, thoughts about using typewriters and computers, etc.

Dreaming enables my anticipation of attaining real-world mentality or physicality (or both). In this instance, pursuing a viable real-world mental model to induce wakefulness is the natural foundation of "coming to my senses." My legitimate knowledge of dream content causality is in stark contrast to the misinformed who, for whatever reason, practice "dream interpretation" (in most forms) and, I guess, prefer playing games and indulging in "entertainment" rather than having beneficial awareness or intelligence regarding this subject.

My dreaming mind sets up a shopping scenario, which ultimately corresponds with the analogy of a store's checkout to exit the dream state (though, here, I wake before we reach the checkout because proto-cognizance is the catalyst here).

Zsuzsanna is buying a couple of boxes of cereal. At one point, I notice a row of (fictitious) LIME CHEX cereal. I decide that I want to buy one. I am aware of several other (non-existent) flavors.

Dreams are typically as wrong as possible (sans transpersonal communication with people who share that ability) to induce proto-cognizant awareness. In this case, other than LIME CHEX not existing, the cereal boxes are illogically arranged on shelves with their sides out, like books (proto-cognizant association with books and reading) rather than my real-world association with seeing the front of the boxes on store shelves.

A small panel on the lower right of the back of the LIME CHEX box features a white square with "stains white" printed underneath it. I think it might stain other cereal and wonder if I should buy it (which makes no sense because I do not mix cereal). I wonder if the inside of my stomach might turn white and mention it to Zsuzsanna. Ultimately, I do not give it much thought and put it in the shopping cart.

This content was partial transpersonal communication regarding Zsuzsanna's real-world painting, unrelated to food products.

#dream journal #meaning of dreams #dreaming #my dreams

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aetheternity · 3 years

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When their meeting is about to start but they can't get their erection to go away.

Sprays the minors be gone spray

Warning: (Fem reader) In this scenario you have been in a sexual on again off again relationship with these guys individually. You're not dating them. The guys have all tried masturbation before coming to you. Also mommy kink for everyone except Levi.

Armin

Poor thing has been hard since he woke up which was about four hours ago.

He runs into your room almost slamming open the door.

"Mommy, please.. I can't make it go away."

He almost cries when he slips inside. The pain in his balls eased a bit as he wraps his fingers in the blankets.

Mouth open as he lets every noise out unabashedly.

He can't even begin to be ashamed of his noises when your wet cunt continually sucks him in.

"You're so hard baby." You moan as you tug him in close, running your hands over his undercut and through his hair. "What were you thinking about?"

"I wasn't being bad mommy, I promise.. I-I just-" He gasps as he sheaths himself all the way inside. Barely pulling out for each thrust.

Pretty blue eyes rolling towards the sky.

"Hmm?"

"I woke up hard and.. I tried to go back to sleep but it got so painful.."

You kiss his pretty red lips coaxing them out from where he's biting them.

Your legs stay spread for every rough pound of his hips. His cock pressed impossibly deep.

"I need you." He whines "I need you so much."

The ache inside him slowly being released.

"You're gonna make me cum.." He whimpers

You cover his mouth with your hand. His face impossibly red as his eyes finally flutter open.

Blue doe eyes filled with tears that quickly begin to trickle down his cheeks.

"Finish baby. You're such a good boy. Don't moan too loud ok? Let it stay our secret."

When he cums inside you his hips stutter and his screams are covered by your hands.

"That's it, good job baby." You moan back arched for him.

When you release him he inhales sharply letting out one last gasp as he fills you up.

"Mommy there's so much.." He heaves

"Hurry and get to your meeting ok?"

"Ok. I'll be back later to properly thank you." He says tongue curving over his lips.

He takes one more second to stare at his cum where it's flowing down to your ass and he almost gets hard again.

Waits until there's like 10 minutes left before the meeting starts.

Eren

Partially because he thought he could manage to get rid of it before then and partially because he was worried you wouldn't be up this early.

He just kinda awkwardly shuffles around until you notice the very obvious bulge in his pants.

When he does finally go to you he's glad to see you awake.

"I.. it won't fuck off." He grunts

The second you wrap your hands around his cock he lets out the deepest groan throwing his head back. And when it slides inside..

His soul almost escapes him.

"Mommy.." He grunts

You need a couple seconds to adjust even though it hasn't been that long since he last fucked you.

When he finally gets going he's so rough but slow as if he doesn't have a meeting to get to.

His hips pressed right up against your inner thighs and pelvis.

"Baby speed up." You gasp softly "You need to cum so you can get to that meeting."

"I know.. but fuuucckk."

He's absolutely losing his mind.

He's got the bed slamming into the wall, hands making permanent marks where they're squeezing around your waist.

Starts fucking your tight cunt a little harder when you start to sound breathless.

At some point he's pushing both your knees forward into the pillows using that leverage to fuck you so deep you can barely breathe.

He growls into every kiss he plants on your lips.

His cock pounding your g-spot so roughly you've started crying.

Starts to shake when he gets close.

His hands slipping from the backs of your knees to right next to your head.

"God.. fuck!" He huffs, cum painting your insides. "Shit.." He groans in your ear.

You can't even speak too focused on trying to catch your breath.

Veins dark where they show up in his knuckles.

Mouth hung agape as he pulls his now limp cock out.

Gives you a sweet kiss before he leaves.

"Thank you mommy." He smirks at your blissful expression.

Jean

"Help me? Please?"

Doesn't wait as long as Eren and Armin.

Probably around 15 minutes of stroking himself to zero effect before he's coming to you.

"What's the magic word, love?"

"..Mommy."

Has your legs wrapped around his waist. His cock mixing your insides and you can't help but let every sinful noise spill from your throat as he does.

Simultaneously kissing you and playing with your nipples

He's fucking you like you're his girlfriend and he doesn't have a meeting to go to.

"Jean, baby.. you gotta hurry."

Even you don't want him to hurry. Or stop.

"I promise I'll get to my meeting on time I just wanna spend as much time as I can here with you mommy."

Rubs your cheek in circular motions with his thumb when you sob over his pace.

Spreads his legs and presses as deep as he can with a hand on your stomach until you're whimpering on every thrust.

"You feel so fucking good mommy. So good, please keep squeezing my cock."

Till you're cumming around his cock.

Has you moaning his name and arching your back.

Only then does he actually speed up and give in to his need to cum.

Deep moans of mommy falling off his lips onto yours.

Every bit of your pussy full of him till his name is the only word you remember.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders. Keeping himself deep as he empties every drop of his load inside.

He stays in you for almost too long just giving you kisses all over your face and hands.

Whines your name in between little mentions of gratitude

Honestly you're a little sad to see him go.

Finally pulls out and gets dressed.

Connie

"I kept thinking about the mission tomorrow and that kept me up most of the night. Then I started thinking about you and that kept me hard the other half." He laughs

Abuses the fact that he can ask you for sex and you'll almost always say yes.

But it's more because it's you than because he's constantly after sexual pleasure.

Just a little. 🤏

You know because the first time you let him hit was surprising but the 45th time he's still in shock but he's adoring every second he gets to climb in your bed and touch every bit of your skin.

Bites his lip a little when he slips in balls deep.

Only because he loves the fact that it's you more than the fact that he can get off with someone.

As soon as it hits morning and he knows you're awake he's pulling himself out of bed.

"Shit.. mommy this is what I needed." His eyes roll back as he penetrates you from below.

Cock twitching inside with every thrust.

Somehow still manages to smirk and flirt with you while groaning in between each word.

"Mommy, you never deny me.. might as well tell me you're in love with me."

You snort, "Cum already so you can go to your meeting."

"I'll cum when you tell me you love me."

He tries he really does but he's getting so close and the way you're squeezing his cock just isn't fair.

Profanity flying from his lips when you slam your hips down using your knees as leverage.

"God mommy please.." He begs reaching out for your waist.

He lifts himself up latching his tongue to one nipple while his free hand is cupping your breast.

Groans low in his throat when he cums. His eyes fluttering shut

Whispers of fuck and goddammit cresting off his lips.

His cock twitching against your walls. The feeling making you bite your lip.

"You take such good care of me mommy." He cooes

He leans into your ear, "What if I just stayed here and fucked you all day?"

"Go to your meeting!" You huff, getting off of him.

He finally leaves when you give him a silent glare.

Levi

Walks into your bedroom without so much as a knock and locks the door.

He waits it out for almost 3 hours before finally going to you with all his pent up frustration.

He wants it to go away on its own so bad.

"What's up with you this morning?" You laugh as he tosses your panties aside haphazardly.

He doesn't need to answer his dick print speaks for itself.

Thrusts all the way inside with no warning.

Like Eren he has your feet in the air, knees pressed into the sheets.

You wanna tease him so bad for being this hard and a little loud this early in the morning but his cock feels like it's in your stomach.

You can only keep your head back, noises spilling off your lips with every thrust.

Eyes coasting north when he slams into your sweet spots.

Keeps fucking into you like you're his little toy. Simultaneously rough and gentle.

Angles his hips in a specific way to hear you scream and then mutters for you to be quiet.

Groans when your nails dig into his back.

Eventually he lets your legs go, allowing them to wrap around his waist as he finally picks a pace.

His thrusts so hard you can hear small clatters from the wood under the mattress hitting the floor.

And you're clenching around him so tight.

Screaming his name along with every curse word known to man.

He lets out a long drawn out moan as he fills your tight pussy with every bit of pent up frustration he possesses in all 160 cm of himself.

And surprisingly it's a lot.

And finally he's letting you go with a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Good girl." He whispers, thumb coaxing strands of your hair off your cheeks.

Meanwhile your heart beat is slamming against your rib cage so loud you're sure you'll bust.

You probably have shit to do today too but after that you just wanna go back to sleep.

#aot x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #levi ackerman x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #jean krischtein x reader #armin arlert x reader #connie x reader #aot imagines #aot scenario #aot smut #levi ackerman smut #eren yeager smut #armin smut #jean kirschtein smut #connie springer smut

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