#im enjoying the novel so far :)

[shrikebrother]

🎓 student--raskolnikov

i swear to god if my landlord gives me any more shit im going to kill someone

#shut up rodia #vent

🎓 student--raskolnikov

oh my god

🎓 student--raskolnikov

what the fuck. what the fuck what the fuck

#my sister is getting engaged to some fucking douchebag #why???? she doesnt even like him they dont have ANYTHING in common #i dont understand #it doesnt make any sense this isnt like her at all #apparently she & my mom have some fucking. plan to ''help'' me by convincing him to let me work at his law firm #this isnt fair. she shouldnt be tying herself to some asshole she barely knows just for my sake #im not going to let this happen i cant have this happen #what kind of brother would i be to let this happen to her #god fuck you dunia why do you have to love me so much #fuck #i feel so guilty i dont know what to do #shut up rodia #vent

🎓 student--raskolnikov

ok u know what im gonna go on a walk i need to. calm down.

#shut up rodia

🎓 student--raskolnikov

??? theres a. drunk girl on the street. god she looks like 15 years old & some dude is perving on her. im gonna get him to fuck off

🎓 student--raskolnikov

a police officer got the guy to leave her alone & i even gave him money to get her a cab. why the fuck did i do that. i dont even care anymore. nothing matters. i hope everyone dies

#im such a shitty person just giving out money #my mom is taking that out her goddamn pention #shut up rodia #vent

🎓 student--rasknolnikov

ok uh. just as a hypothetical. if there was like. someone who took advantage of ppl & everyone hated would it be morally good to kill them

#i mean like . if society would be better off without them it shouldnt be a problem right #shut up rodia #rb for larger sample size please

🧹 lizavetaaaa

whhat the hell oh mmy god oh ny g;od

🧹 lizavetaaaa

my half sisster got fucickcing mur

💔 sadgirlsonia

liza ? what were u going to say ??? are u ok bestie???

#u havent replied to my dms pls im worried

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

not to brag, but my therapist told me today that i did incredible during our emdr session, which means i get an A for the day in therapy, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve 🙂‍↕️😌

[crossedwithblue]

El Higgins and Discworld comparisons

So I've seen a couple of comparisons between El and Tiffany, and to an extent I guess I agree - they're both young female YA-ish protags who are passionate about injustice. However, I'm not convinced that El really does weaponise her selfishness into a virtue the way Tiffany does - El (at least where I'm up to) is more about being crankily selfless despite her better judgement.

Which Discworld character does that remind me of a lot more than TIffany? Prickly? Aggressively practical? Expresses concern and affection via tough love? Tall, attractive in a scary way, with a death glare that could melt steel? Perhaps a tad arrogant about her own raw ability, or at least, not precisely humble? An unreliable narrator convinced that other people hang out with her only for whatuse she is to them, and continually surprised when someone wants her for who she is? Constantly battling not to take the easy path of becoming a monster, arguably despite a world determined to paint her that way? Has a himbo boyfriend she keeps trying to push away?

Am I describing El, or Granny Weatherwax?

(PLEASE no spoilers beyond the middle of book 2/Field Day, I am aware that the boyfriend situation has different outcomes in the two cases but it's still a parallel IMO.)

[literalnobody]

Tumblr insists I compress these down to ugly quality >_>

You can listen to the Prologue and Chapter One if you want to understand what to heck is going on here!

Listening time: 17 mins~

Sound effects used: [x][x][x]

[steelycunt]

bites thumb..im quite enjoying beautiful world where are you so far in a fun and silly way..

[dandyshucks]

the difference btwn irl and online perspective on creativity is so funny to me and idk if I'll ever get used to the stark contrast of it all.

IRL when I mention that I draw and write, people act like I'm some super talented creative genius(???). they don't seem to understand the concept of OCs, and if I try to vaguely touch on my DL project they get visibly overwhelmed no matter how simple I make it for them, and eventually they settle on just insisting that I need to publish traditionally and monetize on it. they don't seem to have the ability to understand the concept of zines and immersive storytelling through non-traditional means.

but then i get online and I'm just another drop in the ocean and always a very mediocre drop at that LMAO, I constantly fight with myself to feel like there is any sort of value to my stories and art, and there's hundreds of people doing the sort of thing that I do but even better than I could ever dream of doing!

it's just so strange going from interacting with this online to IRL, I feel like I'm getting whiplash from being largely ignored or scoffed at online (which I'm fine with btw lol I grew up with that in my family and now I get nervous when I get too much attention) to people at the centre treating me like I'm some kind of artistic genius who cannot be understood because I'm too far above their level 😭

[shidoukanae]

drawing for a scene in the TME light novel (specifically, Paris helping out Lyla!!).

I drew this scene immediately after I read it because oh my god of all the things I was expecting from Paris's first introduction, him lending a (unneeded) helping hand to Lyla was NOT what i thought his first introduction would be like

[inkykeiji]

Hiii Clari 🫶🏻 would you ever consider officially publishing anything? I feel like if I read a novel written by thee Clari I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. Like you know when you read a book so good you’re not sure how to go on with life after youve finished it.

Also sorry idk if that came off as a weird compliment.

All love to you 💗💗

hi bb!!! <333 AAAAAAH anon i can’t even put into words how big this ask made me smile!!! it is one of my lifelong goals to publish novels, so yes, i definitely plan to publish original work one day!!!

waaah you’re so so so cute please (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) it definitely did not come off as a weird compliment at all tbh, i totally get what you mean and i’m genuinely so flattered that you think that’s how my novel would make you feel!! aaah i rly hope it does!!! i’m sending so much love your way sweetpea, thank you so much for this ask it made my entire week when i received it <33

[clairvogaze]

concepts and placeholders for a visual novel

[13eyond13]

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[ninjaaa-go]

Why did no one tell me writing middle grade is so much fun?

[waitineedaname]

I had seen people talk about how in howl's moving castle (the novel) everyone seems to know Sophie is a witch except Sophie, and I thought it was just implications, but now I'm two chapters in and holy shit she straight up has magic and has no idea

[lesbianpepsi]

it's 1am, i've got another shift around 12 till 5 tomorrow (today) BUT im only half way through season 2 of heartstopper. the choices man

[ravs6709]

ravi hello!!! i wanted to ask bc u are the second resident orv expert i know, which version would u recommend reading first?? the novel or the webcomic?? hope you're having a lovely lovely day!!!

HSSNMAKAKAKA YOU MIGHT READ ORV??? LITERALLY SHAKING ITS SO GOOD. STORY OF ALL TIME. AND THIS ASK SINGLEHANDEDLY IMPROVED MY DAY

Okay so! The comic is in progress (about 20% done? so comic will not be finished for another like 7+ years lol), meanwhile the novel is complete (and imo, a must)!

The comic might be good to read first as an intro, and would def help with visuals because the novel doesn't describe character appearances much (not that they look the same as they do in my head). It's really accurate to the novel, save for some minor details (which is due to the fact that the authors are revising the novel, so comic is based off revisions, which are mostly just minor details)

If you read the comic and then start the novel, def start from the beginning! The mc's narration is great and you'll get a lot more from the text because orv works best as a written story

Tldr; comic good as an intro, but novel is a necessity because it's better for the nature of the story and also its complete

(Also I'd say download an epub of the novel here since there isn't a true english translation and this is the best in terms of translation quality)

[tbaluver]

bridgerton au! sanemi shinazugawa x reader

warnings: none just cursing

wc: 2k

author's note: i was intending to make this with all the hashira's in one post but tumblr said something about 4096 word block???? tumblr pls im so confused I'm still new at this but please let me know if you want me to write the other hashira's and if there truly is a word count ;-; also sorry if he sounds ooc! this story came in mind because i just have a hyperfixation on demon slayer and bridgerton. anyways enjoy!

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The great hall of Ubuyashiki Palace shimmered with a soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting intricate patterns of light upon the polished marble floors. It was a significant evening, as the elites gathered for the anual presentation to Her Majesty, Queen Amane. Among the debutantes awaiting their turn, you stood as your heart aflutter with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

You wore a gown with your favorite color in silk, with delicate laces and pearls. Your mother stands beside you with a mix of nervousness as this was your debut into society.

As the strains of the orchestra fills the air with a gentle melody, a hush fell over the assembled guest as the doors at the far end of the hall swung open. Each debutant was announced by name as she stepped forwards to curtsy before Queen Amane, each to all pounding with the weight of expectation and nervousness. Queen Amane, seated upon her throne watched as the debutantes approached. Her expression was composed but those who knew her well can detect a hint of uninterested as each debutant entered.

At last, it was your turn. With a graceful sweep of your skirt, you approached where Queen Amane sat. Your breath caught in your throat as you curtsied deeply, fixed upon the monarch, "Your Majesty," Your mother spoke, "may I present my daughter, (Y/N)"

Queen Amane regards you with a keen gaze, her expression unreadable. "Rise, Miss (Y/L/N)," the Queen's voice was soft yet carried such authority that echoed through the room.

You obey, lifting your eyes to meet the Queen. "And how do you find the season, Miss (Y/L/N)?"

As you gathered your composure, your voice steady despite the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach. "Your Majesty, I am humbled by the warmth and kindness I have encountered. The country has welcomed me with open arms and I eager to contribute to its traditions."

Queen Amane studies you for a moment longer, her expression softening. "You carry yourself with grace, Miss (Y/L/N). May your journey through society be as rewarding as it is enlightening."

With that, Queen Amane signals the end of their audience. You curtesy once more before going back to join your parents, your heart jumped with joy by Queen Amane acknowledgment and the promise of what lies ahead.

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In society, as invitations poured in and gossiped swirled around, you find yourself at the center of attention.

From the moment you descended on the grand staircase of the Duke's ball, you became the focus of every eligible bachelor's gaze. However you remain blissfully unaware of your effect on the ton. With each delicate step, you sought not to conquer society but rather to savor the fleeting moments of freedom and excitement that this season has promised. You were groomed and taught for this moment ever since you learned how to walk. Your mother's careful guidance has shaped you into elegance and grace.

As you mingled with the crowd, your eyes danced with curiosity, eager to explore the world beyond the pages of your beloved novels. You've held a couple conversations with lords and ladies as if you captivated them. There was just authenticity in your words and how you spoke and how your laughter tinkled like crystal, possibly drawing a bright star in the evening sky that made you feel rare apart from the other debutantes.

Sure, there were a couple gentlemen that caught your eye but your heart remains untouched until you met him.

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

He did not want to be in the halls of the Ubuyashiki Palace to watch the debutantes grace their Queen. He thought the time there was rather a waste of time as he had duties to attend too. With his father passing away at such a young age, he had to be the one to take over the family title and perform his fathers duties. But he had too for his mother and for his siblings. ( He's a mamas boy okay ) His mother insisted that maybe with this season, he will find a wife. He immediately dismissed that idea as he was too busy to find a wife. Instead, his mother insisted that he should go for his siblings so they had an idea for when they make a debut into society.

As each young lady approach the queen, his scowling expression remained the same. possibly scarring the debutants as they pass by

His expression remained the same and uninterested as you passed by. It was until the Queen acknowledges you and a murmur ripples through the assembly. His mother nudges him giving him an idea that you might be the one.

Sanemi and his mother have entered the Duke's ball before dropping off his siblings at their estate taken care of by their maids. His mother mingles with her friends as he goes off to grab a drink.

You were by the drinking station as a young gentleman approaches you. "Why hello there madam." He grins, reaching out his hand, "I'm Maeda, Masao Maeda" He introduces himself as you reach out your hand to shake his. As you shake hands with him, he pulls you a little close to your liking, "You know I own a botique that you can beautifully wear or maybe even model for me" His demeanor and tone changing making you uncomfortable.

Suddenly a rough calloused hand grips Maeda's shoulder as he widens his eyes in fear. "Fuck off." Says this man who has silver uneven hair with a scarred face. Maeda whimpers as a response, letting you go and running away knowing who that voice belongs too.

You look at the man who made Maeda piss his pants. His presence was commanding attention before he speaks. He stands tall and broad shouldered and his physique almost peeking out as his suit was unbuttoned a little bit to reveal his chest. His hair looked tousled almost as if wind-swept. His eyes were piercing and sharp as his irises were a vivid shade of lavender. His skin seemed to have many scars as you can see a couple on his face and on his arms.

"You alright?" He asks as he crosses his arms, his gaze not leaving you. You widened your eyes and a small tint of pink dust appear on your cheeks. Were you checking him out?

You nod, "Thank you. He seems rather...." You trail off looking off to the direction Maeda went off too. "An idiot." He scoffs, "Men like him are fucking disgusting. You have to be careful. You shouldn't go around without your maid."

"And how would I know you're not a man like him?" You now cross your arms. "I can handle things myself, sir." Sanemi's lips curled into a sneer, the scowl on his face deepening.

"Shinazugawa" You quirk a brow as you've heard that title before. The Shinazugawa family is now known for their considerable wealth and prestige due to the direct result of their remarkable career as Hashira's and their strategic endeavors. You've heard victories in battles have not only gained him respect but also considerable financial rewards. "Sanemi Shinazugawa."

"Pleasure to meet you then Mr. Shinazugawa." You say as you curtsey and as he grabs your hand and kisses the back palm of it.

That's how you met the aggressive white haired man.

The grand drawing room of your family's estate was alive with a gentle hum of anticipation. The room was adorned with plush furnishing and elegant decor. You waited for the announcement of your family's butler to announce the caller arriving today only to find out it wasn't one caller. There was a whole line of them outside of your estate.

The door to the drawing room opens with a soft creak as the butler announces the first arrivals with a formal tone. You rise gracefully from your seat greeting your bachelor who came in bearing gifts in his hand. At the far end of the room, nestled a cozy corner by the grand window, sat your mother. While she was deeply absorbed in her knitting, she maintained a vigilant watch over the room. Her eyes occasionally lifting to scan the interactions and ensuring that everyone was being attended to with the utmost courtesy. Conversation flowed easily with each bachelor but as more and more go on you realized how none of them seem to capture your heart so you began to grow uninterested. None of them truly got to understand you deep down or truly got to know your likings. It was rather them talking about the properties or land that they own or what they like to do or the titles they hold.

Sanemi rushed to your estate. He ignored the line of potential bachelors cursing him for cutting in line. He internally cursed himself as well, wondering why he even decided to go here in the first place.

During your first meeting, it was quite awkward. However you didn't realize that you dropped one of your jewels as you walked away. He wished your first meeting could've happened in a better situation. No. Why did he even think of wishing that? He has no time for that. He could've just sent one of his butlers or his maid to send this to your estate so why did he think it was a good idea to barge into your estate to give you back your jewel?

Ignoring your butler's warning that you were busy talking to a caller right now, Sanemi barges right in. You and your caller widened their eyes at the intrusion. "Excuse me I was here first!" The bachelor stands up and huffs in annoyance. Sanemi ignores him and approaches you. "You dropped this yesterday." He says gruffly. You look down to the palm of his hand. "Thank you." You say as your fingers brush against his hand. "I think you had too much time here and let another caller have their turn." Your mother butts in the conversation, kindly kicking out the current bachelor. "Thank you ma'am but I'm not here-" Your mother cuts Sanemi off, "Please I insist. You made a trip here so why not stay a little while Mr. Shinazugawa?"

He shouldn't stay. Yet he decided to sit down and have a conversation with you. At first the conversation was rough but eventually the conversation flowed quite easily later. You learned many things about Sanemi that seemed to interest you than the rest of your bachelors you talked too before him. You learned that he had good swordsmanship and that many of his scars were from the battlefield. You also learned that he has 6 siblings, he likes matcha and ohagi, and that he owns several dogs. He seems to love his family a lot from how much he mentions them which warms your heart.

Although he won't mention it or show it he did seem to take an interest in you as well. He didn't even realize that he accepted your invitation to come back and meet again for tomorrow. He figured he might just send a letter writing that he should've declined and he wishes you well. However he found himself coming back to your estate.

The next time you meet, you made him ohagi with the help of your maids and showed him your favorite books or even played instruments that you knew how to play. You offered to meet another time and he knew he shouldn't accept it. He had family duties to attend too.

Yet he found himself always coming back. The more you both spent time together was like weaving a tapestry of love and understanding that would only deepen with time. You slowly got to uncover different emotions and sides of him, very different from your first meeting.

Eventually he introduces you to his family and his mother. He left to go take care of some paperwork that he thought would be quick but took hours. He comes back to you playing along with his siblings and his dogs and the sight of that completely melted his heart.

I have to marry her.

a/n: hi again if enjoyed this please like or reblog tysm! <3

[honeyviscera]

hrgh. it's just. jinshi's love for maomao is so palpable-- you can feel it. you can feel how far gone he is for her. it's in the way he looks at her, the things he does to get her attention, his care for her, his concern, how high he holds her in his regard, everything he does just for her. and it just keeps getting worse. watching the anime episodes out so far, i was already like oh. oh he loves her. then i read the manga, and his love only grows. with every passing chapter, you think, surely this man can't possibly fall harder, and then he does. he's so blatant about it too, even if he tries to keep it hidden, just how much he adores her, he simply can't because there's too much love. he doesn't know how to hold it.

and then i started the light novels from where the manga drops off. and jinshi's love for maomao only gets bigger. just reading about it is overwhelming: i can't imagine how much his pining presses at him, how much he is plagued by it. he's just so, so desperate for the first woman in his life who looked through all of his various masks, sliced him down to his core and saw him. he just wants to hold her, to be around her, to take care of her. this man is pining harder than anyone has pined before, or will ever pine. he's so far gone for her. it's pathetic. it's incredible. it's earth shattering.

and maomao. is so. deeply, horrendously, oblivious. she doesn't get it. she doesn't understand the significance of any of his actions, how she is the only one he does all of this for. why he gave her his hair stick, why he comes to save her when she's kidnapped, why he keeps visiting her. but you can see it: it's very slow, painfully so, but you can see she goes from being annoyed by him, to tolerating him, to enjoying his company. i'm only on the 5th light novel, so right now we aren't there yet. you can tell maomao doesn't know it yet. she says to herself she wants to touch the scar on jinshi's face to see how well her father stitched it up, but you, the reader, know. she's just begun to fall. this is the beginning. you know it's coming. she will not last. im so.