#name drop ayyyy

[vimeddiart]

New OC gets all the memes, he's so talented

This one btw

[oseathepebble]

Beep! (Who of your gang is texting Joker? @twstinginthewind )

Beep!

13. A wrong number text

"ADRIAN MICA MARWOOD I'M DISGUSTED AT WHAT I SAW YOU AND THAT CLOVER BOY DOING BEHIND THE SCHOOL AFTER CLASSES. I WISH I WASN'T YOUR TWIN AND I HOPE YOU SUFFER IN THE AFTERLIFE FOR WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH WHILE YOU WERE JUST BEING ALL LOVEY DOVEY WITH A COMMONER OF ALL PEOPLE"

"Carder, I apologize for accidentally sending you a text that was meant for my brother. I'll give you 100 modal if you don't speak of this"

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

heyyyyy looking for sp fanfics to read (and waiting for ao3 to return from war) do you have any good au fic recs rn? you seem to be the unofficial monarch of South Park fanfic rn, you’re in every comment section it’s beautiful–

(can be finished or still being uploaded, I kinda love the anticipation of chapters being posted like weekly, thanks!!!!!)

Ayyyy stoked to rec some more fics!!! I got some with various ships, various AU’s, mostly unfinished ones that I’m personally eagerly awaiting updates on to be completely feral in the comments!!! Hopefully you’re down w some my dude!

The Multiversal Virus by BrandonTiems bruhhh so yes there are quite a few TFBW/TSOT crossover stories and there is a REASON this is one of the most popular ones!!! Pretty regularly updated too and soooo easy to get sucked into!

Passing Through The Infinite by Jwink85 ok the first chapter dropped only a few days ago and there’s already 3 chaps!!! The characters are so awesome so far, the plot sucks you in dude, we got SUPERHERO ACTION and the gangs all here, the goth kids in chapter three!!! I’m here for it so hard man the dialogue is so great y’all know i fuck w some jwink

Everything I Thought I Could Never Have by Ultramarine_Skai aight so I’m not usually super down with omegaverse but I’m loving this story! We got rockstar Stan too so hellll yeah

The Good Park by mysticmarnie GUYS OK if you watched the good place, it’s THAT but make it South Park!!!!! The casting is phenomenal on ALL PARTS and another with frequent updates; it doesn’t feel like just a name change rip off of the good place show, it actually feels like a well thought out adaptation hell yeah brother

Heathens by Kenzie2898 yallllll holy shit it finished recently and THIS STORY ATE I actually got sucked in so hard and it’s SUCH a the gangs all here fic the pairings are so kickass we got style creek bunny gregstophe dip, fair warning there’s some DARK subject matter but it’s INCREDIBLE and the mystery and crime solving and I am ACTUALLY in love with Stan in it and the whole whole Kenny of it all is phenomenal too, there’s this WILD plot twist with Tweek’s whole thing, the depravity of Cartman in it is just BRUH and Kyle oh my lorddddd

Don’t Mind The Bruises by OrcaTimes YOU KNOW I LOVE ORCAS STORIES AND THIS ONE!!! Kyle centric, juvenile detention au, it’s HEARTBREAKING so far but seeing Kyle warm up to the others is so great and his whole history and inner turmoil is so well handled!!!

Tomorrow Comes Today by tweakystevie YALL WANT A RED DEAD ESQUE AU?!? This shit EATS OK?!? Stan’s gang and Craig’s gang rivalry, the BATTLE CLOSE TO THE END!!! The teamup!!! I’m so excited to see where the rest goes it’s so incredible!

Un Pietenza Per Due, Blackout, Machiavellian Breach, all by courtanie! I know how much I rec a lot from the same authors but mannnnnn these three in particular are some of her ongoing ones that I’m OBSESSED WITH bruhhhhh

That’s what I got right now! Let me know if any of these tickle your fancy and do not be surprised if you see insane pce comments lmfao

[outpost51]

Ayyyy playlist tag game!!!! Gimme a couple songs from #16 and #57 plz <3

~@tabswrites

ask me about my playlists

the stars we wander, the hands we're dealt is uhhhh the second? i think the second castis/avitus mix i've made for @thetrashbagswasteland, who is entirely to blame for this ship even existing. different than the first, this is aimed less at the hatefucking and more at the sad old men they've become, settled into something like domesticity, or as close to it as avitus can manage. neither particularly wants to admit (to themselves or anyone else) what they are, fearful that saying it out loud might make it real, might mean something more than "roommates out of necessity, benefits out of convenience." it means avitus having to confront that people might actually care if he dies, and that maybe... just maybe, he doesn't want to die in a blaze of glory. that maybe he might want to ride this thing out, see where it goes. that retiring from living hard and fast, that learning to be a person again and not just a tool or a weapon, that holding still might not be so bad after all. oops i. made myself emotional--

anyway here's some of my faves on this playlist (it's actually one of my favorites i've ever made):

the cattle by zach palmer [youtube]

longshot by catfish and the bottlemen [youtube]

bugfood by alissic [youtube]

the boy who cried wolf is actually the playlist for act i of stellar parallax! the songs are supposed to follow along with the chapters!

here's my faves and the passages they go with:

brutus by the buttress [youtube]

Jane knocked the wind from his lungs before he could draw another breath. Her eyes weren’t cold anymore. She fought like a hellcat. Like her life was on the line. How hard had it really been planetside? I have been starving and squatting in an abandoned building for the past three years.

Her fist connected with his jaw and the world went fuzzy. The ground defied gravity, rising to meet him with gusto. His shoulder screamed where it connected with the thin mat. John’s grin was lopsided as he wiped the blood from his mouth. He pitied the pirate that ever ended up in her sights. “Shit, Jane,” he chuffed. “You’re good.”

Jane didn’t return his smile. “No, John.” She spat his name over her shoulder like a curse. “I’m just better.”

where is my mind by safari riot (cover of the pixies) [youtube]

Jane was floating. 

Stiff-backed. Limbs dangling uselessly beside and below her like some invisible force had yanked her right off the ground by a string tied to her ribcage. Jaw wrenched open in a silent scream. And her eyes—

Rolled all the way back, as if whatever that beacon was wanted her to see what it was doing to her brain, forced her to see it. 

John lunged for her, but thick, armored arms wrapped around his trunk, the same ones that pushed him away from Jenkins. That let Arterius doom the poor kid’s family to a closed-casket funeral. We can’t risk it, Nihlus had said. Do you want him to become one of those things? Do you think you could put him down?  

But this time the Brawler was pointed at Jane, and Jane was still alive, she just needed help, she needed someone to knock her loose with a stick like the manuals all said to do with a person being electrocuted. John struggled harder against Nihlus, kicked, punched, spat, cursed — then went still as Jane’s head turned all the way around to face them. 

And shrieked. Not the scream he expected either, no, what came out of his sister was hundreds, thousands of voices screaming, sobbing, begging, praying all at once. Its volume grew and morphed into a bellow that seized hold of his mind and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed —

Jane dropped to the ground like a ragdoll, and he jolted awake in the Normandy’s medbay. 

into dust by mazzy star [youtube]

Saren had offered to help. There were two shovels, after all, and they were both biotic.

Jane grabbed one, then shut the shed. “I need to do this,” she muttered, and started digging.

Dark clouds rolled across the sky.

Once she’d broken through the grass, it wasn’t so bad; the ground was soft and the work was repetitive and Eden Prime was quiet, so quiet now that most of its population was gone.

“It’s going to rain,” Saren said, shortly before the first drop landed on Jane’s nose.

“The porch is covered,” she told him, and kept digging.

All at once, the sky opened up. Somewhere in the downpour, she could hear Saren swearing, dragging the cloth-wrapped body onto the covered porch. Jane took a deep breath.

Focused on digging.

Thunk. Swish. Inhale. Swish. Thud. Exhale.

She’d barely made progress before the first aches settled into her shoulders and back. It was 2183. She didn’t have to do this. Holes could be dug with machines, with lasers, with bots.

Thunk. Swish. Inhale. Swish. Thud. Exhale.

Machines, lasers, and bots had certainly made the body that would fill this one.

Thunk. Swish. Inhale. Swish. Thud. Exhale.

But so had her own negligence. All the bodies littering Eden Prime weighed down her shoulders, adding to the pain spreading down her arms and legs.

Thunk. Swish. Inhale. Swish. Thud. Exhale.

She didn’t have to do this, but she needed to.

The corporal didn't have any family left that would bury him. There wouldn't be a wake, a funeral, an awkward standing-around of relatives who could barely stand each other, picking at the potluck fare for however long seemed appropriate so their departure wouldn't look like an escape. He had no cousins, no uncles, no brothers, no father to carry his expensive wooden box to the hole a machine had dug. He had no friends left. Sandra couldn’t dig him a hole — didn’t need to, not after what she’d seen. John and Kaidan were several systems away.

Maybe you’ve got Anderson and your parents and the Smiths and the Harrises, some smaller, more vicious thing spat in her memory, but all I’m stuck with is you.

Jenkins just had Jane, pulling his dead weight over her back to transport him from the porch to his final resting place. The storm raged on, softened the ground even more. It sucked her into the muck with every step and caked onto her armor up to her knees. She lost her boots somewhere along the way.

Maybe she should have left Powell alive.

Saren had offered to help.

Maybe she should have accepted it.

I’m sorry , she’d mouthed seconds before machines dug a hole straight through the corporal. He might have accepted it, had he still been around to. She wouldn't forgive herself, though, even after all this.

It didn’t feel right to just dump him in, and the ground seemed to agree, crumbling beneath her feet and dumping her into the hole instead. There was a metaphor in there somewhere: lying in a grave she’d dug with her own hands, beneath the soldier who’d be alive if not for her.

She belonged there.

“We have work to do, Jane,” Saren reminded her.

He was right. Jane struggled out from under the corporal’s corpse, arranged him like a funeral home might, and made her ungraceful exit from the grave. She was more mud than Marine at that point, but there was work to do. She picked up her shovel.

Thunk. Swish. Inhale. Swish. Plap. Exhale.

She could mourn this man she’d barely known later, after she’d hunted down the bastard who sent his machines to Eden Prime.

Thunk. Swish. Inhale. Swish. Plap. Exhale.

Burying Jenkins was harder than digging the hole; it took seven attempts to convince herself that it was okay to throw dirt on his face — she was returning him to his mother, that was the reason that finally stuck. She was returning him to his mother, and he would help her garden grow.

When she was done, Saren sprayed her down with the half-rotted hosepipe he’d found coiled against the side of the prefab. It didn’t matter if she was wet, he told her, it was raining anyway. Water would dry. The blood on her hands wouldn’t, but the water would.

That was okay, too, he told her, albeit in much prettier words. He and his ship were both stained far deeper than anyone ever should be.

[oh-three]

Loki S2E4:

Oooh, maybe Victor Timely is the guy who pruned Loki in episode one. Or, maybe it was his episode four self. Either way, something tells me we're about to find out.

Whoa, Miss Minutes keeps surprising me.

Also. More of Hunter Renslayer, ooh.

"See you soon" is literally this man's catchphrase.

WHOA, THAT'S A BETRAYAL. Not that I didn't expect it, but wow. Gotta say, Miss Minutes is right, though. Clearly, he didn't really do much.

Alright, let's see what Victor's gonna fuck up.

Who left this man alone after he went through the TimeDoor??

Okay, can't blame him for the crisis though. Not after last episode.

"Your words changed me" is the single most powerful phrase ever. I don't even remember this lady's name, but I like her.

O.B. and Victor complimenting each other and O.B. slowly realizing who he's talking to is the funniest thing ever. He's fanboying over him the way Casey was fanboying over him.

Also, the fact that Sylvie stuck around is pretty neat.

MOBIUS 😂

My man really does not want to go out in the suit again, and Loki's his scapegoat. They are such a married couple.

SYLVIE, STOP ADDING FUEL TO HIS REPRESSED EMOTIONS. LEAVE HIM ALONE.

Brad, what the fuck.

Hah, get called out. You're out of friends.

D-90 and B-15 just stepped into the wolves' den 👀

Not Brad grabbing his collar the same way he grabbed the straps of his uniform in episode one.

Lmao, D-90 getting told to go help Mobius- and just Mobius- watch Victor. Alone time with him oughta be awkward.

Loki defending Mobius 😭❤

"What if you are wrong to believe that this place can be any better? What if I was wrong to spare him? It would be easier to burn this place down and start from scratch." Yes, but as Loki tried to tell you, it's harder to take the difficult path- and, oftentimes, the difficult path is the right one. Nothing that's right is ever easy.

^^^^ "Trying to fix what's broken is hard."

Ahhh, I see you coming around.

Sylvie does have a point, though- it'll be dangerous letting Timely go after this.

"We are gods." drops mic

Wait, you guys didn't try the pie.

Dammit, Renslayer.

OH NO. SHE'S GOING TO KILL THEM ALL.

HOLY SHIT.

That was so horrifying wtf.

At least Brad seems to be having regrets already.

Whatever you do, DON'T LOSE HIM, D-90.

Just. This scene with D-90 and Victor. It's funny and sweet, and I love it-

WAIT, NO. BRAD, WHY.

COME BACK, D.

There's something very significant about D-90 getting pruned exactly one season after pruning Mobius, and I don't know how I feel about it.

Everything is going wrong.

And now they're gonna think Timely kill D-90. Nice.

Well, at least B-15's smart enough to know it was Renslayer.

I can't decide if Victor's a great actor or a terrible one. 😂

"There's still time." Hello, past Loki, you have no idea what our poor present folks are going through right now.

I still want to know why that phone's ringing.

Ah, so Loki literally did prune himself. This moment is like watching Harry save himself in Prisoner of Azkaban.

The look on Sylvie's face Lmao 🤣

ANSWER THE PHONE.

Bet it's Renslayer. Oh. Nvm.

CASEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

Miss Minutes glitching into oblivion is the most satisfying thing ever.

Okay, now that Brad's exposed, someone please prune him. He's expendable.

Oooh, the systems being offline means that magic works in the TVA. 👀

THEY ENCHANTED HIM. 😂

RAVONNA'S BEEN PRUNED.

IT ACTUALLY WORKED, AYYYY.

Okay, is Victor doing this out of the goodness of his heart or does he actually have some sinister plot? Is he about to die?

THIS IS THE SAME MUSIC THAT PLAYED BEFORE THEY FOUGHT ALIOTH LAST SEASON.

I am having a fucking blast with this.

WHOA.

FUCKING RIP.

THAT IS NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING.

Thank god it wasn't Mobius or Loki.

SHIT, IT EXPODED.

AND THERE'S THE MUSIC THAT PLAYED AFTER MOBIUS GOT PRUNED.

I HATE CLIFFHANGERS. 😭

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Bex, my beloved! First and foremost, congratulations on finally hitting 2k— if anyone deserves it, it’s you! Always working your ass off to put that beautiful, beautiful smut out into the world & doing it so artfully! ✨

So here’s what my little brain is thinking for the raffle: human!Freddy, coming home after a rough day at work, and the reader knowing this from their call earlier in the day and plans, so discovers cooking dinner for him wearing only an apron. They tease him, the both of them can’t keep their mouths and hands off each other, things get very nasty & very sexy- absolutely ends in him taking the day out on their body and just railing them stupid there in the kitchen. I could drabble on more, but I’m trying to keep it short & sweet, so you get the idea! ❤️

Ayyyy Ezzy darling! Thank you so much! I love this prompt! Human! Fred alwayssss needs more love! ALWAYS! I know this took a minute but I hope it was worth the wait and that it is filthy enough for you! Lets fucking gooooo-

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.5K. Human! Fred Krueger X AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Teasing. Taunting. Dirty Talk. Knife Play. Blood Play. Cunnilingus. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Spanking. Thigh Riding. Pet Names. Degredation. Praise.

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What Are You Wearing?

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He sat in his car in the driveway for a moment, he turned it off and sat back in the seat, sinking into it as much as he physically could. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply before deciding he needed a cigarette before venturing inside. He fished the packet out of his jacket, he pulled out one of them, the end between his lips and out comes his lighter, he lights up and inhales deeply and a modicum of relief sweeps through him. His hand hands over the edge of the car as he relaxes as much as he can. He takes his time before sliding out of the car and starting towards the door, at the threshold he finishes it before dropping the butt and stomping it out, his hand closes on the doorknob and he makes his way inside. 

You hear him come in and call out, “Hey hon!”  as the door closed.

He had to admit, hearing your voice soothed a little something inside him, almost smoothed out some of the rougher edges of what he was feeling from his shit day. Judging from where your voice came from he knew you were in the kitchen and he came towards the back of the house to seek you out. He came into the room and as soon as his eyes fell on you he leaned against the door frame, a small smile spreading on his face. “Hey yourself, doll.”

“How are you doing?” You asked, chipper as ever, the smile on your face mirroring his but steadily widening. You pick up the main dish and turn, bending over to slide it into the pre-heated oven. He watched your every move, eyes locked onto your frame as he said, “Hell of a lot better seeing you like this.” 

You can hear him coming towards you, closing the distance between you as you close the oven door and stand back up right. You hum, “Is that so?”

“It is.” His tone sounded all too amused, you feel his hands on your hips, rough fingertips touched lightly before you feel his palms smooth over you, coming around the front of you as he asked, “You wear this just for me?”

You smiled coyly, you looked over your shoulder with a scoff, it was light hearted, joking as you teased him, “No way, you feel the temperature out there? It’s just really hot today.” 

“Yeah, just really hot. No other reason?” He was pulling you closer, your back to his chest, you felt his warm breath on your neck, his lips ghosting along the side of your throat and you were already melting. You couldn’t help it, he affected you so thoroughly. 

You were weak against him. 

You somehow manage to get out a soft confirmation, parroting what he said because it was easier than coming up with new words yourself in your current state, starting to become excited, feeling him touching you, “No other reason.” 

He huffed out a laugh, teeth grazed sensitive skin, “You seem distracted sweetheart.”

“Me? No wayyyy-” You ended up drawing it out with a moan because his hand finally slipped under the apron you were wearing. That apron was the only thing you were wearing, not a stitch of clothing besides that and his hand cupped your cunt that was already slicking up. 

"Such a bad liar. If this is just about comfort-" Two of his fingers slipped inside of you, breathing right into your ear, "-why are you so wet?”

Your head tips back with a moan, resting on his shoulder as he starts to move, rocking his fingers in and out, his other hand is palming one of your tits through the thin material of the apron. He finds one of your nipples easily and pinches it, rolls it between his fingers and it makes your hips jerk forward involuntarily, basically humping his fucking hand, grinding your clit on his palm. Your hands reach back, fingers hook in the belt loops of his pants and you pull him closer, making him press against your bare and exposed ass, he was as hard as you were wet. You moan in a nearly pornographic fashion from the spike of pleasure and the feeling of him and all bets were off. 

He pulls his fingers out of you and turns you around roughly, shoving you against the counter, your hands gripping his shirt, pulling him and kissing, filthy and with tongue and it was his turn to melt. He groaned into your mouth as he kissed you back, his hands roaming, groping your body as you did the same. Fingers under the hem of his shirt, feeling him, you got greedy then. It didn’t stay easy, taking handfuls, desperate to feel more of him. 

You heard it. 

The knife being pulled from the block nearby and then feeling the cold steel hooking in one of the straps of the apron. You gasped into his mouth, pulling back, the look in his eyes was dark, full of heat and a hint of playfulness that was so very him. He didn’t look away, his gaze locked with yours as he moved the knife, he cut the strap easily and nicked your skin in the process. You hissed through your teeth and the stab of pain. “Awe, poor baby.”

He teased you. “Hurts?” He asked as he traced the small cut with the tip of the knife. You nodded and he clicked his tongue once before turning the knife around and digging the handle of the knife into the weeping wound. 

More blood welled up around the knife handle and you whimpered from the pain, his thigh slotted between your legs and you ground down on him immediately. “Filthy.”

He chastised before leaning down and licking up the thin line of blood that had dripped down the curve of your chest. You arched up closer, your hand on the back of his head, fingers raking through his hair and the knife was brought up, he cut the other side and another cut happened, larger, deeper. 

Tears started to well up and he threw the knife aside on the counter with a clatter, his hands came up and tugged the top of the apron down, fully exposing your top half. He paid ample attention. Licking up the spilled blood between biting and sucking on your nipples as you rode his thigh.

He encouraged you, a twisted grin on his lips as you rocked against him, “Yeah, work it out baby. Hump all you need to, just like the needy fucking bitch in heat I love.” 

Instead of embarrassed or ashamed you felt emboldened and ground harder with a loud moan. When he felt you soak through the fabric he was on his knees, head under the apron, tasting you. It was rough, no compassion shown, it was about him, not about you. 

The act of eating out is one that could be seen as submissive, especially when the person giving is on their knees but he made it seem like a wholly dominant act that he was doing because he wanted to. And fuck did he want to, the urge and craving to taste you was too much, he loved how wrecked he could make you with a few passes of his tongue and one of your legs over his shoulder.

When you cried out his name when gripping the counter so hard your knuckles ached he got up again, he grabbed you by the torn apron still tied around your waist, pulled you to the table and threw you over it. 

You heard his belt and zipper and you begged, “Hurry, please, Fred, fuck-”

In response his hand came down hard on your ass and you yelped. “Patience.” 

He admonished and you whined, head tipping forward, your forehead rested on the hardwood and it was like he purposefully made you wait longer just because you begged. Hands on your hips and he filled you quickly. You let out a loud moan at the sudden burn and stretch, you loved how much he could fill you, and how rough he could be initially with it. He let out a long and low groan as he slid inside of you. Blunt nails bit into the skin of your hips as he began to move, the first pull halfway out before slamming back in making a shared sharp intake of air fill the space around you. 

He needed this, to take out all the shit he had been through today, your body was the perfect little punching bag for him to relieve all his stress. “God this cunt-” 

He groaned and you moaned in kind, “Yeah?”

“S’ perfect, so fucking wet and tight-” He drove the point home with an extra hard thrust that had your hands scrambling on the table top for purchase. “Don’t stop, please!”

He laughed, long and low, leaning down, his hands on your waist and his tongue running up your spine, you shivered as he dragged up. You feel the stubble on his chin, he doesn’t stop until he reaches your neck, more bites including one on your earlobe, you clenched around him and he taunted, “Oh I’m not even close to done with you pumpkin.”

[eerna]

nona spoilers!!

just finished the book and… w o w. I did really love it but I think the reason some people didn’t is because, funny thing the book is not what you’d expect. like this is the third book in a series that does just that with every installment, but I think with ntn it’s even more so cause before we were all like where’s gideon?? where’s harrow?? who’s nona??? but by the time shit actually goes down I didn’t really care anymore because look at all of these people suffering because of one gen z kid and nona is so sweet!!

ps john didn’t even have to name drop twilight, the way he talks have everything away

Ayyyy I'm glad you loved it!!! And yeah I understand why some people disliked it. It probably stings even worse because most of the side characters are familiar to us and they are convinced Nona IS one of our beloved girls, and then it turns out she is not. But I didn't mind either, before the book came out I was freaking out that Gideon and Harrow might not be in the book, but the moment I started reading Nona charmed me so utterly that I felt no separation anxiety. Like yes I still screamed every time either of them was mentioned (OR APPEARED ON-PAGE WOOOOO) but I was really happy to follow Nona for all 500 pages.

[qu33nincrims0n]

My Dumb Thoughts on Higurashi- Onikakushi

The first of my Higurashi Reactions I started on Reddit, now with GIFS! These are basically the notes I put down of my thoughts after each chapter.( I'm not sure if long posts like this are seen as okay, so I may break up the later chapters for readability) [also spoilers for Onikakushi, obviously]

Oh, and before I begin, I read the main five in the following voices:

Rena and Keiichi: higher and lower versions of my own voice

Satoko: heavy enunciation

Mion: Peni Parker's Sonic voice

Rika: Cherami Leigh's voice for Sunako in Shiki

any other voice, I'll say when they show up. With that, let's begin!

Well, that was an uncomfortable opening 

Ch 1-1

Honestly the fact Keiichi’s mom has no sprite way more unnerving than it should be

Keiichi, you’re gross. Stop that

Oh hi Rika, I can’t wait for you to murder me and/or Satoko and for it to be like big sad.

Tip about the uniforms: ah, either Mion’s relatives are part of some sort of criminal underground, or this is a pervert thing.

Ch 1-2

WHY DOES MION HAVE A GUN?!

Hello?

(Zero Escape 999) Rika giving me some *Redacted* vibes with these rabbits

Yes, this is a cute picnic, but Mion still has a gun, and no one has said anything about it.

Tomitake Is voiced by Kyle Herbert (specifically his Kaito voice). No one can tell me otherwise

Oh, shit a Sanders Statue!

When Rena talks like my great grandpa side stepping topics ‘,:(

Why is there no tip about the GUN?!?! - future me here to say I now know why no one talks about the gun. thank you. -

Ch 1-3

Should have believed in the heart of the cards, Keechi.

So Mion is shady about the 79’ murder too, Huh?

Never let go Sanders!

The XX killer be like:

That moment when you completely redress to grab an axe.

Ch 1-4

Zimbo Zamboo Zombie blasto!

Man, Mion had to be really lucky to fake a tagging. Like how did that even happen?

Ayyyy Tomitake!

I’d love for a pic of the guy who died in 79’ to show up and its straight up Colonel Sanders given the parallels

Ch 1-5

I don’t like the one kid who canonically has a gun is the one proposing a “four demon fire-fight”

Oh hey, it’s like me playing pook. Keiichi has learned to believe in the heart of the cards!

Rika: So, you want to die? That can be arranged.

You insinuating somthin’ Rika? I don’t like that tone

Ch 1-6

Festival time!!

+ Tomitake has joined the party+

Me: *suddenly realizes we now have six ppl for parallels*

Spooky time with Tomitake and new lady (I’ll call her Ms. Clover until I get an actual name) - also I realized later I forgot to give her a voice, so she's british-

And then nothing bad happened.

Ch 1-7

Well this is a funky version of clue… I wanna try it.

Rika, stop saying cryptic stuff like that. Stop it. Get some help.

Ooishi, sir, you look constantly high. I think I'll give you a southern drawl.

NO!! Tomitake!! Oh, and Ms. Clover is missing, I guess.

Oh god, that’s deeply upsetting.

Secret~ agent~ Keiichi~!

Tomitake isn’t you’re name ?!?

Ah so Ms. Clover is Miyo, and she’s a nurse from nearby. Neat.

Ch 1-8

Two events masquerading as one event. They’re evolving…

“You got home safely, right?” sus

Secret member Satoshi has entered the chat

Hmmmm so that cat eye thing is not just Miyo. Hmmmmmmmm

I don’t like Rena-x.

double don’t like this door shenanigan thing. You call that officer back right now! Keiichi!

Ch 1-9

I feel that Keiichi +passes out for nine hours+

The staple of mysteries, gossiping grannies!

Ooishi out here to drop some truth bombs. Oh shit, may have been too much.

Huh I wonder why he censors death in his own mind there? Maybe effects of something.

Keiichi you are so lucky they don’t know your family’s away.

So, either A, there’s a spy network, or B, they can do some sort of vision thing. Not fun either way.

Welcome to the “Keiichi digs himself into a bigger hole” hour. I hope the conclusion of this game is him eventually learning to talk around the truth.

Keiichi if you don’t cut open those Mochi to check them I swear to shogoth!

God damn it.

Keiichi, you currently have an in with the cops, and actual evidence of an attempt on your life. LEAVE! Find safety, Please!

Ch 1-10

What Keiichi’s brain feels like:

I wonder what they would have said if Keiichi had guessed the mochi?

Keiichi: I just have to act normal

Also Keiichi: No I won’t play games because that would be nice.

*Telling parents about the clock* Ah yes, very subtle Keiichi.

TIP: Hmm… is this implying Satako or Rika aren’t fully in the know? Seems the only reason to play it coy like this.

*Casually looks up how long the game is*

Ch 1-11

White van dude:

IDK why but I imagined Keiichi flying back with a twirl like in a fighting game.

Okay Rika definitely knows as much if not more than everyone else.

Man this sucks Keiichi.

Rena: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…

Store Tip: huh, does Keiichi have like an eidetic memory or something? Also, hi langolier in my memory.

Ch 1-12

Wait this should be the weekend… *googles* man, tough luck Hinamizawa's a Sunday only town.

Spilling all the beans today, aren’t we Keiichi?

Mion and Keiichi:

(art by @ratt-lord)

Oooo secret past of Mion and Ooishi, sounds interesting.

This cycle? Keiichi do you know something I don’t?

So you’re saying Oyashiro-sama is what, a Cubs fan? God of bats?

That set up with Rena sounds like those guys probably deserved to get beat up.

Wild goons have appeared!

When you monologue so hard you can actually freeze time… HE REALLY IS SHADOW!!!

The Manager? Ryuukishi!?!

Keiichi, Quick! What number was the mochi?

Oh no.

Oh no oh no.

Sorry the most important part was stolen bud. Also, it’s weird they left the white van stuff. Must be pretty confident.

AFTER PARTY

Tomitake!!! You’re Back!

When you are too poor to get a character sprite #Protag-Problems

Love this theory talk. Personally, I’m going with it being people, but the curse is also going on but as an unrelated thing. Also I feel like maybe the girl's astral project or something.

So there's my Reaction for Onikakushi. The later ones have a lot more custom memes, so I hope you like the one I added in here. I'll try uploading Watanagashi some time in the next few days. See You Soon!

[murderoushagthesequel]

fine i’ll tell you about my day since i tortured you with fmk

anyway

i woke up at six am but also lowkey cause i had a nightmare? LOL

i made eggs this morning but dropped one on the floor so that was fun

i also spilled water all over the stove but oh well

hm watching mlp and alexa & katie so that was fun and i also watched trolls

uh totally got distracted by my sister getting new plants (she has yet to name them ): ) + uh my mom ferally screaming but that was fine it’s normal

and then i watched tiktok for like hours and my tiktok app keeps trying to get me to only watch for one hour wtf no

and then me and my sister and cousin hung out for a bit and i made quesadillas and cheese dip but i ended up just eating cheese dip straight up

found out my aunt left randomly in the middle of the night so that was fun

my dog ended up biting my other dog ): but he’s fine!! he’s good!! they’re separated rn and they’re definitely going to be attached at the hip tomorrow anyway so

and then my sister cousin and i hung out together while i did my homework and watched tv

and then my dog randomly peed in the house but he never pees in the house so that was weird

and while i was going downstairs to get the stuff to clean it (we packed it away since my dogs never pee in the house so yeah duh it’s packed away) and found out my room + bathroom flooded but it’s fine i’m used to it

i’m writing this and realising i didn’t have dinner so i might make that after i finish my room if i fully finish

oh and i had a small meltdown but it’s fine it’s all good now kind of there will be a repeat of it tomorrow most likely oh well

and i’m gonna put on bobs burgers and clean my room

as i’m writing this im realising my day wasn’t that good? but it’s fine cause i was able to text you all day sooo

awwww thank you. this made me smile :)

hope the nightmare wasn't too bad?

NOO

tragic

very fun. also not the trolls. they're fr haunting our dms

your sister is very wild with those plants

so true

very slay

i- damn

YOU SURE????

fun

huh. damn.

help :sob: fr it doesn happen a lot

IT'S 11PM????? PLEASE EAT

ayyyy me too!!! <3333

slay

literally same. we had some very lovely (lmao) conversations today

[obsessedwithegos]

BTHB: Hyperventilating for Archeros

CWs: Half demon whumpee, Demon caretaker, (post) Possession whump, Familial whump, Whumpee assuming the worst, Whumpee believing he killed his found family (He didn’t, they’re fine), Self blaming whumpee, Hyperventilating leading to panic attack, names and brief descriptions of gore but no detail (none actually happen, result of whumpee assuming the worst), Whumpee and caretaker have a father son relationship

Note: Canon, AYYYY ONE WITH COMFORT! I think this is also the longest one so far :3c Also the ‘father’/’dad’ Archeros is referring to is his bio dad, Azradel (Who is also a demon) and not Lixue!

~~~~

Archeros’s head was foggy as he was coming to his surroundings. Water was running, he was standing up, he was holding something. 

He brought his free hand up to his face to rub his eyes. His hand was wet but he freezes upon feeling his birthmark. 

It was cold and hard, a sign that his father is or was just possessing him. 

He lowered his hand so he could see where he was at. He was in the kitchen, in front of the sink. He was holding a knife under running water. 

Looking down at himself, he was wearing completely different clothes than he remembered. 

The only times he’s been in the situation was after his father possessed him and killed someone. Which means…

“Oh god..” Archeros whispers as he drops the knife, letting it loudly clatter in the metal sink. “No, no, no,no-” He backs up from the sink until his back hits the wall. 

He slid down to the ground as his breathing was quickening, he knew this would happen, he tried to warn them! They wouldn’t listen to him! He knew it, he knew he was going to hurt them, even if he didn’t want to he knew his dad would make him!

He was just starting to let his guard down! He was just starting to finally allow himself to open up! 

He puts his head in his hands, running his fingers into his hair.

Was it quick? Probably not, his dad hates him and so he probably hates them too. He probably made them suffer. Their bodies were probably upstairs, waiting for him to see them.

He can’t breathe, he doesn’t deserve to, not after what he just did.

~

Lixue’s ear twitches as he hears a loud clatter. “Seth, can I call you back? I need to go make sure everything is okay downstairs.” he asks into his phone. “Thank you, I’ll call you later, I hope you feel better soon. Talk to you later.” He hangs up and shoves his phone into his pocket. 

He makes his way to the stairs, slowly walking down them “Archeros?” He calls out. 

No response, but he could hear running water, sobbing, and gasps for air. 

He sped down the stairs into the kitchen where the source of the sound was.

He could see the sink was on and directly across from it was Archeros on the floor in a fetal position. He moves to the sink to turn it off, knowing that the background noise would be a hindrance when trying to calm the half demon down. 

He then turns his full attention to Archeros. “Archie?” He says, trying to get his attention. 

~

Archeros could feel himself shaking, breath catching in his throat with each sob causing him to need to gasp to try to get more air. 

He didn’t hear his name being called or the water stopping. His mind was too busy racing through what possible brutal scene could be waiting for him upstairs. Were they strung up and bled like pigs? Disemboweled? Decapitated with their heads on the bed posters?

When he feels something touch his right shoulder, he lets out a scream as he scrambles to the left, trying to get away from whatever was touching him. 

That was until he recognized it was a familiar face. A good familiar face that looked concerned. 

“Li- Lixue?” He asks breathlessly.

“Yeah, it’s me, Archie” Lixue confirms “What happened?” His voice was gentle. 

Archeros pushed himself back up so he was sitting up “I, I came to at the sink. I was washing a knife. And-” he swallowed, struggling to get the words out “And his symbol felt like he had just- I saw I had different clothes so I thought- I-” A sob cuts him off. 

“Did you think you hurt us?” 

He nodded.

“Oh Archie… Is it okay if I hug you?” 

“Please..” He replied with a weak voice.

Lixue moved closer to gently pull Archeros into a hug. 

The two sat mostly in silence, with the exception being the half demon’s own sobs and hiccups. 

“I thought he.. He made me kill you guys.” He managed to finally get out. 

Lixue runs one of his hands into Archeros’s hair “I promise you, neither him or you hurt any of us. Myra and Abel are at work right now.” He says, trying to reason with Archeros’s worries. “I can call them if you want. So that way you can hear that they’re okay. How does that sound?” 

Another nod.

The demon shifted, keeping one arm around Archeros while using his other hand to reach into his pocket for his phone. He dials Myra first, putting it on speaker phone.

It rings a few times before she picks up “Lixue, is something wrong?” She asks, he rarely called her when she was out at work unless it was an emergency. 

“Myra, I’m with Archeros right now. We just wanted to check in to make sure you’re alright.” He replied.

That told her everything, she let out a sigh “Yea, I’m fine. Listen, I'm questioning the last guy for today, on the way home how about I pick up those mini tarts that he likes?” 

Lixue felt him nod, he could feel that he was no longer shaking so the phone call must really be calming him down. “That sounds wonderful, thank you sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome dear. I’ll be home in a couple of hours. See you two then.” 

“Got it, see you then.”

Archeros managed to mutter out an ‘okay’ before Lixue hung up to then call Abel. 

“Yellow!” They answered, sounding chipper as always. 

“Purple-blue.” Lixue answered, they had a color response depending on the situation going on. 

“Hey Eliene, could you cover the register for a moment? Yea? Awesome, thank you, I’ll only be a moment.” Abel’s voice said a bit more distant from the phone as they talked to their co-worker. 

“What’s up?” They then ask

“Calling to check in if you’re alright.” Lixue answered

“Oh yeah! I’m fine! Working my shift at Claire’s, working register and stock today! No troubles here!” They answer, adding detail knowing that it would help Archeros. “Any plans for dinner tonight?” 

“Not yet.” Lixue started but Archeros moved so he could try to speak into the phone.

“Myra’s bringing home tarts.” Archeros sounded exhausted. 

“Tarts? Nice! I know those are your favorite! They’d be a good treat! How about I make orange chicken and rice for dinner?” They ask

“That’d be nice.” Archeros answered. 

“Consider it done! I’ll get started on that when I get home! See you then!” Abel says

“See you then.” Archeros replied

“See you when you get home!” Lixue replies before the phone call ends. 

He tucks the phone back into his pocket before looking at the half demon. “See? We’re all okay. You didn’t hurt anyone.” He reassured. 

“Thank you, Lixue.” Archeros said, his limbs felt heavy and his lungs hurt. He felt so tired. 

“You’re welcome, Archeros. Do you want to come upstairs with me so you can rest? That way if you have a nightmare you’ll see I’m still there and I’m okay.” Lixue offered

“Yes please.”

Lixue wraps his arms around Archeros and helps him to stand up before helping the half demon upstairs to take him to one of the bedrooms for him to lay down.

~~~~~

General content: @emmettnet​ , @thebluejaysworld​

BTHB: @badthingshappenbingo​

[tsuki-sennin]

Taro Tuesday, bitches! Revice might be ending, but that there Momoi Taro's gonna be haunting my dreams until the day I die!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Ah yes, Jirou.

-Look! It's Kijino! He's a Superman!

-He buildin'

-Here to blow my tears away as always, huh Donbrothers?

-Fired out of a cannon.

-Ohhhh, she can tell.

-Look Tsuyoshi, you have to be honest with her. Miho might know somebody who's looking for your skillset...

-Awwwww, an anniversary :)

-Man...

-Hero Profit.

-Guess not. I mean, he is doing charity work, and after the Dragonfires incident, I can't imagine Kaito's too willing to shell out.

-Twink pain.

-Ohhhhh, here he comes!

-Talented employees is code for kidnapping victim.

-Oh shit, he clownin'

-OH GOD

-"IT'S DANCING TIME BITCHES"

-OH MY GOD SHINICHI'S SINGING THE THEME SONG

-HARUKA JHKLHGLG

-Oh yeah, Tsuyoshi's in pain

-:(

-Some mother problem!

-...I mean, Tsuyoshi's probably called Miho mommy a few time.

-Well, at least Haruka's not getting ostracized so much anymore. That's nice.

-Deliveries!

-Ahhhhh, the good ol' fashioned Inoue misunderstanding.

-Haru-Corn.

-You've never had a job a day in your life, huh

-"Go read haiku, bitchboy!"

-Peddling his poetry in the middle of the road.

-Ayyyy, they remembered the money allergy gag. Epic.

-Oh my god, they're bleeding him dry. The fuck, man?

-This is immensely horrifying, and it's in such a clean and lovely looking office.

-Holy shit Tarou, you look like you're about to die.

-Oh god, Haruka too!

-Mmm... really wanna go for a bowl right now myself...

-"OH MY GOD MY FRIENDS ARE DYING BECAUSE OF ME"

-Enter the Dragon.

-Tryna be sneaky with Romi Park belting her lungs out, huh Jirou?

-Won't lie, it's super cute. Kinda like a fun little throwback to Riki and Cutanner last season.

-OH GOD TRAFFIC SAFETY

-Jirou-san :)

-:D

-OH SHIT

-Tiger Man appears.

-TSUBASA'S HERE!

-Shef.

-"Geez, you guys look like dogshit. Man, and I thought this place shutting down stressed me out..."

-Oop.

-Ofukuro.

-Our bond has formed to perfection!

-Dog shef!

-Let's do it!

-Saucy Taro!

-Good job!

-:D

-Donbrothers labor~!

-Awwwww :)

-This is such a nice episode.

-Matsuri matsuri da~!

-Don Don Donbura going~!

-Damn, Tsubasa's sheffin' so hard!

-Ganbare, Jirou-san!

-The whole Ideon gang is here~!

-I see Tiger's halfway ready to go wild.

-:)

-So, we have Tarou and Sonoi the swordsmen, Sonoza and Jirou the spear masters... wonder if we'll see an archer to round them out with Sononi?

-Man, that long shot was so cool...

-"Where're you goin', cupcake?"

-Hell yeah, a double finish!

-Let's see... getting Goggle Red vibes off this dude's ribbon...

-Dai-ki? That's almost a normal-ass name!

-Okay Tiger sure, but with the way you're goin' the only way you'll ever beat one of those guys is if they drop dead laughing from your Cookie Monster voice.

-"Down boy."

-"...okay..."

-OH SHIT INSERT SONG

-Hell yeah!

-God, this footwork...

-So cool.

-WE FIXED IT

-Everybody's back!

-There's a certain kinship to be had when you've hit your emotional limit and let your desires run free.

-No I have not forgotten Tsuyoshi, you literally thought you helped killed a man.

-Thanks Haruka, very cool.

-Oh. I guess we're ending the series next episode.

-Oh my God, they censored Revice.

-Damn you, Reviiiiiice!

-...I wonder how many cameos we'll see?

-Anyways, join me on Sunday and Monday, where we laugh! And where we cry!

[an-asuryampasya]

The book I ordered - Rebel Sultans: The Deccan from Khilji to Shivaji by Manu S. Pillai - is hereeeeee! :D

(This might end up becoming a reblog chain, so if it starts clogging up your dash, feel free to block 'placeholder tag for the deccan book' - I'll be tagging all posts with that!)

Anyhoo, it's my first pop history book, and I got it almost entirely because it includes Krishnadevaraya (he ruled the Vijayanagara empire at its peak. I'm interested because there's this world heritage site, Hampi, that I am very fond of despite barely remembering my visit there because I was just a kid back then. But idc, Hampi is the coolest.). Also I attended a talk by the author of this book last month and holy shit, he's such a good speaker. Like, damn, he can speak. I really wanted to read his stuff after that talk, but there isn't a paperback version of his newest book so I went with this one instead.

Anyway, three pages into the intro and ayyyy we have a Hampi mention! :D

AND. The introduction itself references the fact that the name 'Deccan' is ALSO an anglicisation. ARGH. So some context: I recently realised that almost all of the cities/towns that played a role in my life have two names. One is the official and traditional name, and the other is an (erstwhile official) anglicised name that was used during the times of colonial rule and remains very common today as a nickname. I mean, the switches from the anglicised names to the traditional names happened in either my own lifetime or in my parents' lifetime. It's far too recent for the anglicised names to be dropped from cultural memory so they stick around as a nickname for the city. And I'm not sure how I feel about the fact it's often the anglicised names that I'm more fond of. So mhmmm mixed feelings there about how the colonial rule may have officially ended almost a generation ago, but it still has a huge impact on so many aspects of my daily life. Anyway! So technically the Deccan plateau is this huge place - practically the entire south of the country I think. And the fact that even the overarching region I'm from is called by an anglicised name - what part of my geographical identity doesn't have British fingerprints all over it, y'know? I know it shouldn't really matter and why can't we reclaim the name for ourselves etc. and also after a point - as in the case of the Deccan, wherein I didn't know it was anglicised until years after learning about it - maybe it doesn't really matter if no one knows the origins and the British connection means nothing if it isn't known. Or maybe it's alright even if it is, because ultimately colonial rule was a part of our history and that can acknowledged, it's fine, not everything has to be (or even can be, I'm literally speaking in English for this to be possible and English is very British) erased. Idk I just have conflicting feelings about this. also I've completely lost the thread - basically "huh, Deccan is an anglicised word derived from 'dakshina', the Sanskrit word for 'South'".

Next up, unearned regional (what's the southern-only version of nationalistic?) pride courtesy of this line:

To some it was a kingdom of tantalising treasures and marvellous opportunity; to others, however, the Deccan became also something more sinister: the undoing of mighty kings, a graveyard of glorious empires.

yeah that's right, we were where empires came to die :3

this is very silly but for some reason the fact that "there could be no lasting triumph in the south, and no distant lord prevailed forever" gives me a sense of glee because heck yeah!! become ungovernable we weren't easy to subdue and rule over? Or something. Idk, I just like that fact.

yeah okay so not sure what this post is supposed to be - guess it's me ✨ documenting my thoughts as I read ✨

....mostly I imagine I'll be ranting about anglicisation and stuff though.

[minheeskitten]

yeeeeees you so get it! it really is exponential hotness 🔥 i think some of it is the confidence they gain as they get older, and confidence is just so damn sexy 🩷🩷🩷🩷 oh ik i've mostly only talked to you about drippin as well, but a lot of the groups i like skew a little older too. love those DILFs 🫠💕

hyeop is neat! he likes being tidy and he enjoys cooking 🩷 he is such good housewife material 😋 need him to say "do you want a dinner, a bath, or me?" so i can ugly cry about it 😭

omg ayyyy tell me more about it 💕 the cute + sexy potential for this au is sky high 🔥 ~🩷

Literally drop your stan list- ao i can point out who i stan hehe :3

The older someone gets the more hot they get. Like the amount of confidence from age just 😩🫠🥴🥵😌

I love when they're so confident in themselves even as younger people call them 'old' :3

Okay so, setting the scene

Dann is like early 30s, has a six year old kid he has full custody over (named Seungjun, aka the former member of kd)

Arthur is early 20s (like 23-) and is a very broke college student.

Arthur has no money, is working three jobs n doing college as well. Most of his meals are instant noodles n dehydrated things or canned.

He looks for someone to help pay for it all, and stumbles across Dann, who is looking for a cute younger guy for companionship (and maybe more 🫣)

So, at start of wip its Arthur, taking time to go meet up w dann at dann's house :3

Dw Seungjun is at school and after school activities! He gets to know nothing!

[heavenmcde]

Panic. Every noise around him dissolves into a cacophony of fear, as the huge beast scurries away into the next hall. Acidic green eyes snap in every direction, trying to remember the closest exit out of the BSAA building...but it's futile. Every spot looks the same and those pesky cameras were everywhere. Grumbling to himself Raymon finally hears the booming voices of the scientists, demanding to find their " special patient". No time to waste. Taking a few steps back, it's not until he hears a small gasp from behind that the giant plant-like creature turns around. Disbelief is clear as day Raymon eyes the person in front of him. "Cla...aiire?" Why was she here? Why now? (nightlyvisitor, AYYYY LOOK AT THIS ANGST>;3 I had to send mutant Ray over, it's only right 😩) | @nightlyvisitor

she'd only come here to drop of some details she'd gotten from her latest snoop , perhaps find chris or some other familiar faces while she visited . but it doesn't leave long before the alarm rings , sounding atypical of a fire alarm as all the civilians are urged to leave the building with haste .

claire didn't exactly consider herself a normal civilain .

she roams the halls , pistol held in her hands as she directs the other workers , non soliders , to safety , urging them to get out while she she could try and track down what was going on at the base . the redhead holds her gun up , spotting a large shape down the end of one hallway as she slowly approaches it , the assumption that one of the mutuated creates had escaped from the lab .

but it's much worse , a gasp falling from her lips as she realises this isn't just some usual monster she's come across before , hands shaking as the pistol stays trained forward for now .

❝ r - ray ? ❞

disbelief fills her voice as he finally looks towards her , her name leaving his own lips in a distorted mixture of his own voice and something more sinister . what had happened to him ? how could this have happened to him .

❝ ray - it's okay it's me , everything is going to be okay . ❞ she lowers her pistol , putting both hands in the air in some sort of attempt to let him know that she wouldn't hurt him , that she was here to help him . ❝ god , what happened to you ? ❞

one step forward , followed by another one as the redhead tries to get as close to him as possible without setting him off , because as much as she wanted to believe , she didn't know how much of ray was still in there . ❝ let me help you , you need to get back somewhere safe . ❞

[doiefy]

ayyyy guess who had no clue you've been back. it's me. 😅 haven't read the new fic yet but i probably will after i get over a particular work goal. or a couple. at some point i signed off w/this name on another blog bc i had gotten so accustomed 😭 - lube anon

barely back tbh, i’m just popping in and out, dropping hot vampire shit to cope 💀💀 i witnessed the whole thing babes 😭 pls it was so funny like imagine waking up to a random lube anon in your inbox??? anyways hope you’ve been well with your work and everything! :))

[galaxialdarktale]

heeeeeyyyyy....

okay, so i know i've been flakey as hell the last few months. i honest to god have an explanation (i was forced to go to therapy to sort out my shit, thank my fiancee for my return). so here's what's been going on (under cut):

tldr; i'm back babey. reasons for long hiatus kinda thing under cut and i'm super excited to be back! i have a couple of posts, writing!!!!, planned that i want up by the end of the month - one, ideally, in the next couple of days. just needs a couple of edits :)

read the tags and the following line carefully before you click on keep reading. trigger warnings: schizophrenia, abuse, death

schizophrenia is genetic, i already knew that and that i had gotten it from my father. however, it wasn't very.... active, let's say. starting in april, it got bad. im trying my best to get the proper medication now (which is going to be hard since they lost my medical records and "don't want to tarnish your [my] records with such a harsh diagnosis! you have so much potential, so much yet going for you, and that would stop all of that!" (ableist motherfuckers i stg)) but i'm managing.

i was hella burnt out. on the rebound now, but part of my attempted rebound was switching majors from creative writing to game programming, delaying my graduation from dec 2022 to march 2026 (when i honestly just want to drop out). i took a term off and started it up, only to once again have to drop the same class again because i felt like was suffocating and drowning in the pressure at the same time. so i'm switching to gen studies, taking the 2 classes that i have to take to get the gen studies degree, and the 8 elective courses of my choosing, though that may not start up until january. i'm taking a lot of time off from school to even decide if i want to start back up.

i haven't been writing in a long, long time. i'll occasionally open up word, scrivener, milanote, or what have you and write maybe a sentence or a name down, but that's as far as it's gotten lately. until last night. i actually worked on a species idea for heelsum intro post actually coming soon since i have adobe for year im going all out basically it was just bad writer's block fueled by depression and the schizophrenia :)

technoblade. his death hit me hard. within the last year, my family dog, who i got when she was a puppy in 2009, died of the same cancer that alex had. then, in january, my fiancee's sibling died of cancer - small cell lung cancer, but cancer nonetheless. i hadn't started grieving my dog or my sibling-in-law yet and when i watched that video, it all clicked. three people i held dear, the same disease, all within less than a year. i was down and out for a while. (i bought $161 of techno merch to make myself feel better, it didn't work but it'll ship later this month ayyyy)

if you've made it this far, this is your last chance to back out because this is where it gets really bad, gays. so trigger warning for abuse. turn back now if you need to. last month, an alter of mine got yelled at for eating food - which is normal in my house. yelling at us for eating, i mean. we get yelled at for everything. this alter then went to ask our father if he could maybe not yell at us for eating because we already have an eating disorder so yeah please don't and got hit for it. we had a bruise on our face for a month. i'm actually one the alters that formed from that (hi, my name's layla!) for those concerned, we have a plan in place. we currently still have to stay in that house with them, we don't have a choice, but with our plan going as well as it has been and with the help of all our friends, we should be out of there within a couple of years (would be sooner, but passports are still slow). if you wish to help for some reason, my dms are open and i would greatly appreciate it, even if that help is even just offering to talk.

now that's it. that's everything that's been going on. to all my friends on here, everyone i used to talk to, if i can message you, start up conversation again... i know it's been a while, but i miss talking to you guys. if you'll let me, i'd like to still be friends. i won't @ any of you as i don't want to put pressure on you, but if you see this, dms are always open (as are asks).

glad to be back, gays.