#may be I'll delete it later

[dude-standin]

harry. sitting comfortably. enjoying life

[sergle]

edit: I may have found a taker!

[tethered-heartstrings]

i lived btw if you even care

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

Mdni.

[warper-in-training]

Since Barbatos is a glitched soul, he doesn't fully "exist" in all realities unlike others and if he dies in one, he will disappear in everyone of them. this is something all "sentient" version of him know though, trying to keep the peace between themselves.

however... that does not mean that it's all chocolate and rainbows. only gods know the number of ruined realities and non-existing places created by one to torture the self, or to keep one from killing himself.

[starflungwaddledee]

been working on answering a prompt i received in an ask the other day, and so i'm back thinking about... the Thing... 💖🎀 and thought maybe prompt doodles might help me work through this a little?

so uhhh.... if by any wild chance anyone has any ship suggestions for starstruck...??? feel free to send them through!

[lil-grem-draws]

Just a life update, nothing bad or serious 💚

I've had this job for well over a month (I switched from teaching at a linguistic university to a medical one) and you can clearly see how little time I spend online now. The change is good: I get a little more money than at the previous place, staff support is much better, teaching materials are all prepared and ready to be used. But teaching is so exhausting that most days by the time I'm done with work, commute home, eat and shower I have like 2-3 hours of me time which I rarely spend talking to you all, here, on discord, and twitter. I'm just too exhausted and end up spacing out or have chores to do. Writing is barely possible on week days (I still try 💚) and I can pretty much forget about drawing.

Sometimes I get to recharge over a weekend and sometimes it is not enough. I promise that if I haven't replied for a few days, or didn't like your post, or didn't message first in a while, or didn't do something I promised — none of it is on you guys, it's on me. I don't scroll through tumblr as often and end up missing things, and sadly my Discord server rps suffer as well.

Thank you so much to all my written roleplay partners for your patience. I know you all keep saying I can take as much time as I need but I do still feel bad about it. I care about our MCs and interactions so it's hard not drawing characters and not engaging as often. But I am here (tumblr, discord, twitter) and not going anywhere. Feel free to shoot me a message any time, I'll reply when I can! Headcanons especially since it's easier to reply to those and not worry about the writing style while still keeping up MC friendships and romances.

Once again, nothing bad is happening! I am in a better headspace than I was last year, my education is finally paying off, I have a really great gremlin support group, most of my ship partners are wonderful and understanding people 💚 I just felt like giving some background information as to why I am not around as much. I know I don't have to explain myself. But I also know that some of you might be shy, self-conscious, or take things to heart. I don't want anyone feel bad or stress over what I say or don't say. You are all wonderful.

All is good. I'm just more physically and mentally tired from teaching and long commutes home so I am not around as much.

[vivid-vices]

i'm having these like intermittent slightly drunken mental breakdowns interrupted by a few minutes of clarity where i come on tumblr and reblog a handful of posts (and post nudes that i almost immediately deleted) and then go back to breakdowning and it's not even dramatic with crying and shit it's just staring off into space and contemplating if it's worth walking to my car so i can kill myself. but anyway i'm totally fine :)

[niko-jpeg]

I just think shes neat.

[hikayunas]

there's something to be said about the (most likely unintentional) parallels between yuna and actual, real life man-eating tigers.

man-eating tigers typically only resort to preying on humans once they've suffered some sort of injury and are in chronic pain because of it -- in the case of the most prolific man-eater to date, it was dental injuries from a gunshot, but i believe porcupine encounters can also be a cause (don't remember my source though, so maybe take this with a grain of salt). the pain and the injuries render them unable to hunt their usual prey, and so, they eventually resort to preying on humans, growing out of their instinctive fear of us.

yuna resorted to 'preying' on the kamihama girls once she was also robbed of her ability to hunt her usual prey -- witches -- and was left in severe pain, though in this case, more emotional than physical.

(the most prolific man-eater is sometimes even referred to as the 'demon of champawat' or otherwise likened to a demon due to her ferocity, and james corbett described the (typical) tiger as 'large-hearted', which sounds awfully familiar...)

it may not be what f4 was going for, but it is something i like to think about a lot.

[yooniesim]

this is like really premature so I don't wanna jinx anything but I will say I got a job opportunity literally yesterday that may work out with my first if everything turns out right 😳 im trying not to get my hopes up yet but like I was feeling so damn anxious over everything and then that lifted my mood so much... so i'm praying 🙏

[vanillateaa-deactivated20231025]

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[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Can you tell me all about your favorite blorbo, LU or otherwise? Why do you love them? I have a guess, but maybe I’m wrong, and the WHY is the best part.

WILD BEST BLORBO, as I'm sure anyone that has even glanced at my stuff could guess that.

I've already said it on here, but in the context of my own story, I love the struggle of him trying to figure out who he is, wanting independence and wanting someone to watch out for him (ie. Twilight), how much of his past defines him, how much of his future is actually his own to decide, y'know that sort of coming-of-age story and all that jazz with a spritz of Fate and a slight sprinkle of Hylia is a mean mfer.

The why? Gah I'm trying to figure out how to answer this in a way that doesn't spoil all of BDOR. But basically, I find it really fun and challenging--and also quite self-reflective, cuz y'know therapy isn't free but fanfiction sure is--to write like five emotionally stunted beings in a trench coat resembling one semi-functioning edgelord of a human without A) also making it SUPER obvious that I am doing so, at least for arc 1 and B) not coming off as "inconsistent characterization," at least so much so that people stop reading XD

So now my question to you, dear SkipBreaker, is the same--who is your favorite blorbo (I think I know who lol, at least for LU but you don't have to answer that way) and why?

[rockbottomwithashovel]

I'm not flirting with danger anymore, I'm kissing that fucker. With tongue

[ghostinyourwalls]

Pits

You’ve had a bad day, so you go to the only place you feel completely comfortable being an ass. Could be a oneshot could be a story, who knows at this point. Angst. Reader has no gender. Highschool au, human au, reader is not called y/n

I need inspiration to keep writing this and improving my writing skills. I have no idea how long I'll keep this going or if I'll even post this fic again but here.

To say you were pissed would be an understatement. Your hair was charred at the ends from a failed chemistry lab, your favorite jacket was soaked in rain water. At least the water helped with the burn somewhere your mind tried to reason. It was minor but still hurt like a little bitch another part said whilst wishing you’d snapped at the careless classmate who did it. Instead of walking home to your house you made the short trip from the bus stop to Monty’s place, not even bothering to stop by yours to let your parents know where you were headed. Well, they probably knew where you were anyways.

You opened the door and let it slam closed.

“I’m home!” In response you heard a loud grumble from the kitchen. Instead of heading to greet your friend you immediately went down to the basement and began setting everything down. Carelessly you changed into some of his clothes and went looking for the stray bag of chips you knew he kept down here despite his housemates' protests. He stomped out of the bathroom and stared at you for a second. It must’ve been one of his housemates in the kitchen. You simply rolled your eyes at the blush creeping onto his cheeks as you kept searching for the chips.

“Do I even get to ask?” You only made a noise of discontentment when you realized the chips were gone and you found the empty bag instead. “What’s there to say?” you sat on the couch with a huff. It was clear as day he was finding some form of entertainment in your disdain and instead of comforting you he sat as well and started flicking through channels. He knew you’d blow up eventually, just like him you were a ticking time bomb of rage. All it took was him to glance at you with a raised eyebrow for you to cave and start shouting.

“Okay what the actual fuck man?!!?”

“Excuse me?”

“DUDE! You can clearly tell I’m pissed off and you aren’t saying shit!” To which he laughed and that only made you wanna explode even more.

“You know I love it when you’re pissed,” Your face was red with anger at this point but he continued, “The hell am I supposed to do. I’m shit with feelings and you know it!” Fists balling up with raise you went and punched him hard in the shoulder he laughed even harder. “Look mate, we aren’t gonna get anywhere by talking.”

He began to stand up and wander over to where his golf clubs were stashed. He grabbed a pretty hefty one and handed it to you before setting up his mattress on the wall. “Go nuts, just don’t hit the walls” He turned off the tv turned up the radio and you fucking beat the shit out of that mattress. You went at it for at least a good thirty minutes before finally stopping.

“Better?”

You grunted in response. You dropped the club and sat back on the couch, only to lay your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you and turned off the music. The silence filled the air as you watched the storm from out the window. You could feel him staring at you. "Get caught in the rain again?" "...yeah."

You hate how many times this has happened before. How many times you've had to come here so you didn't blow up on some innocent bystander. guilt gnawed at your stomach, and your rage had completely fizzled out leaving you in a… melancholy mood.

You tried to find a spark of emotion to express because that's what you and him do around each other, express everything… but it's gone. You're just… tired and hungry.

The hungry part was normal, eating food was always a battle of whether to let you enjoy the satisfaction or to try to make yourself feel better 'for longer' by not eating. The chips were the only thing that sounded good today and they were gone. A bird passed by and ate a worm, you frowned.

"Hey…"

For once he was trying to be gentle. He moved slowly closer to you, well as close as he could. He knocked his knee against yours successfully pulling you from your mind.

"Hm?"

"Let's go get food."

"I'm not hungry."

He just kinda sighed and closed his eyes for a moment,"you were looking for chips earlier, you probably haven't eaten all day." He wasn't lying and you just scooched further from him on the couch, in his mind it proved the point, "... Please?"

As if on cue one of his housemates called from upstairs, "MONTY! COME GET FOOD!"

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Do you want to willingly come or do I have to drag you?”

You sorta half rolled your eyes and watched him stand up. His eyes were open and held mischief and destruction, you realized he was being completely serious and would 100 percent carry me upstairs and make sure I your head would get knocked against the doorway thus not wanting a concussion you stand but very grumpily.

You both make your way up the stairs except you kind of freeze when you reach the top. Freddy, one of the popular kids from school, stood in front of you. Unfortunately he got caught in the cross fires when people were trying to put you out. You only had a few classes with him but you knew him well enough from that experience. He smiled awkwardly and looked at monty. “Are you two gonna eat?”

“I’m not-” “Yes.”

Freddy raised a curious brow at Monty but he didn’t question it. All of you made your way to the dinner table and you all sat together. It was awkward to say the least.

You didn’t talk much, trusting Monty to keep the conversation going while you picked at your food. In all honesty you wanted to back bydownstairs, to hide away in the little angry safe space that you two have created for each other. Eventually dinner and dishes were done and Monty dragged you back downstairs. You were afraid you’d disappointed him.

“Hey- fuck- I’m-” He got mad at the words and kicked the couch in frustration before turning back to you- “You’re really feeling like shit huh?”

You couldn’t look at him. Afraid he’d be angry or harsh about your feelings. Everyone was always rude or harsh about your feelings.

“I’m just feeling… sensitive” You heard him choke back a laugh. “What kind of uh… sensitive?” “just… hurt?” You could hear him sigh, he sat on the couch and you made a move to leave.

“I’ve gotta go home before my parents kill me. I’ll see you tomorrow,” and then you left. You didn’t bother to grab your bag or clothes, even after you got home you didn’t put burn cream on your neck or back. You just laid in bed and dealt with the pain. Your parents didn’t come home that night. Only showing up while you were getting ready for school.

Once more, you felt the familiar feeling of anger bubbling up. You were angry… again.

[felizusnavidad]

you'd think it's finally getting better, i found a job i don't hate yet, i have my amazing friends, i live in my favourite city in the world, & yet... i feel like something's missing.