#this is from january i apologize greatly

[caffeiiine]

soda my child, infodump to me about my boy (akutagawa or 15chūya i don’t mind) fluff is appreciated but i will take whatever you throw at me

also how’s your day been kid? did you eat today? some water? go on a walk at all? anything good happen lately?

HELLO BLUE I FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS APOLOGIES <33 ANYWAYS WAVING!!! HELLO!! HOW ARE YOU? :D

okok akutagawa that thing runs around my brain 24/7 he makes me feel SO MANY THINGS he makes me so so sad so so ill so so happy everything ohugdqadjkns

his constant association with dogs and his dog motifs makes me utterly insane "i am the lowly dog of th eport mafia" he SEES hismelf that way i will choke on my TEARS bc dogs. dogs usually in literature or motif-wise are loyal. loyal. so so so fucking loyal man :( he bites and he kills and he does everything since its been introduced to him as a survival method, he had to survive on that. he /can/ chang ethough, he i scompletely capable of change. in beast he still uses the same-ish tactics bc they were what helped him survive but ugghhghghgghgh atsushi and akutagawa being narrative foils hwat if i died right here right now. atsushi and akutagawa in beast an din canon theyre in the opposite spaces but just. like. their. opposites. i really need to reread beast i love hoshikawas style.

eitehr way either way even in main he is SO CAPABLE OF CHANGE IT MAKES ME ILL he dies for atsushi in 88. he DIES. FOR ATSUSHI. i dont even ship sskk but ohhhh they make me ill. he put his LIFE on th eline. he used to kill and fight for survival and he goes out dying for another person. aaaaaaaugg im restating and going in so so many circles rn porbably but hes so everything i will cry

hes also SO PRETTY. HE HAS NO RIGHT TO BE. like uggghghh bones you massacred my boy im sorry. he has no right. my boy. even once the bsd obsession dies out eventually, i dont think i can ever go abck to th eway i was before. akutagawa will always be my little guy in my braina nd asagiri. asagiri bring my boy back alive pls pls pls pl spl spls psl splspsplpslpsslpsplxspl

im in a library as i typ ethis and i am so calm rn externally i am so proud of myself rn.

AND TO ANSWER YOUR OTHER QUESTIONS!!!

youve remidbned me i do in fact have a body and need to eat more than apples, i will get food at some point today trust anyways i dont have any on me rn actually. and day is good!! day is good :3 i got to write a bit and draw and ramble over akutagawa good day good day, plan on walking later <33, aand good things are happening sun is out keychains i ordered for my collection have shipped today, have been selected as a final candidate to my msa club board elections and i have a dress coming in th mail :3

[feluka]

Hello,

I am Eman from Sudan.

I hope you are well.

I am sorry for sending you a message, but I am asking you to help promote my campaign.

I hope I have not disturbed you.🙏

Last June, our house in Sudan was bombed while we were inside it, which led to the martyrdom of my younger brother, and this affected our psychology greatly and became my concern. The only thing is to save my family, so I created a campaign in January,I thank you for your love and I hope you will hold our hand until we get out to safety

Hello, you have definitely not disturbed me and there is no need for apologies, I'm glad to do anything I can to help.

Help this bereaved Sudanese family rebuild their house and afford basic necessities after they lost their house during bombing:

[srbachchan]

DAY 5810

Jalsa, Mumbai Jan 13, 2024 Sat 9:57 PM

🪔 ,

January 14 .. birthday wishes to Ef Aum Sohum .. greetings of the day and the festive .. ✨🙏🏻🚩

I leave after this wish to be with the recap of the JPP game .. an unexpected win .. and such a joy ..🕺 ..

I also return from an announcement photo shoot for ISPL .. and more of that in a while ..

I return .. soon .. till then ..

Well ..

in a while ..

AB

Jan 13/14, 2024 Sat/Sun 9:42 am

No I did not return in a while .. where I did return was the 🛌 .. just the elements of the 'nidra' overtook me and rather than fade out on the couch, chose to be horizontal ..

The ISPL , as has been promoted and delivered in adverts is well on its way to fructification and all the owners and the members that are involved , were needed to be in immortalised picture frames .. so yes , a photo cum meet shoot .. a very quick in and out between the evening hours .. with our friends and colleagues .. such a joy ..

Akshay one of the owners .. and an explanation to him about the surgery on my hand ..

Hrithik had done his shoot and had just left, to another engagement and we here were getting ready for ours, with yet another favourite, from the South - Suriya .. aah such a delight to have met him again .. and my extreme pleasure of sharing with him how greatly I admired that film song of his, on the film about Father and Son ..

Its a moment we shared on KBC, when we were having the Olympic Hockey Goalie on the 'garam kursi' .. PR Sreejesh .. and the winning moment when he saved the goal and won the medal, the KBC edit cut back to his Father, watching the game at home, simply exulted with the success .. and the song from Suriya's film .. AAHHHHHH .. played it a 100 times over and over again .. such an emotional moment .. and Suriya .. what an expression during that scene .. ufff .. can never get over it ..

The emotion of the real Father and Son relation and the moment in the game was simply incredible ..

PR Sreejesh as a kid had wanted to play Hockey, but because of his condition of lesser means never had a hockey stick .. he asked his Father to get him one .. but his Father could not buy even a hockey stick, because of their financial issues - did not have the money to buy it ..

So .. on Sreejesh 's insistence and wanting to give the Son what he wanted, his Father sold the only asset the family possessed - their cow .. the cow is considered a most sacred possession in most Hindu homes .. but the Father sold it to buy a hockey stick for his Son .. and his Son proves to all the World, what he was able to achieve, an Olympic medal .. and what a moment for his Father .. and that background song plays .. goodness .. tears in the eyes .. and a quivering heart .. !!

So Suriya .. before me and I narrate what I went through during that KBC moment .. and Akshay listening on .. and now disclosing to me that he is doing the remake in Hindi of that film ..

.. and the shoot for the pictures concludes with some fun and games

a few solo too ..

and the fun at another .. playing catch ..

Done .. home , dinner and 😴 .. with pleasant achievement of the Son , Abhishek , who's Kabaddi team wins an important and very tough game in Jaipur, against an opponent that had never lost so far in the tournament .. 🕺🕺🕺

and the laughter of success, but at the music Studio ..

And now to face the world again for another day

oh dear 😍.. this one has been long and filled with the pictorial ability of a follow camera .. apologies ..

But ..

My love ❤️

Amitabh Bachchan

[ryemackerel]

my argbur’s headcanons from my own personal headcanon! his entire backstory and lore is *still* work in progress, but i managed to come up with a TON of stuff i would love to share with you all :] FYI my argbur’s lore completely deviates from the original arg, do remember this is just a fan-interpretation of argbur!!

big brain dump incoming btw!! apologies if none of it makes sense or is completely disorganized, its just a way to dispense my ideas before i forget them :)

creepy/unsettling imagery for images below the cut! mainly 2nd, 3rd, and 4th images

(first image features doodles of the headcanons and some notes!)

i like to imagine arg is a test subject gone COMPLETELY wrong. what started as an experimental test *severely* devolved into a complete amalgamation. a vision with “good” intent turned into a nightmare.

these are my ideas for my “void argbur au” :)

in the beginning, an unnamed individual, beloved and known by many, was reported missing the first week of january 1996.

the news was taken as a devastating blow to their close friends and family. for years, police would search for the location of the missing person, however to no avail. missing posters, websites, and public television announcements would spread everywhere.

(concepts of the missing person and sites featuring old photographs. missing posters and images are everywhere. the image in the top right is a distorted copy of a photograph of the missing person. the copy’s quality has greatly diminished due to the original’s poorer quality.)

years later, the individual's body was discovered. it was mutilated beyond recognition.

[this part of arg's lore is still highly work in progress!!! but i like to think an attempt to bring this person back was made. if revival wasn't possible, then a physical clone that recreated the likes of the missing individual. by whom, i'm still not sure. WHY specifically this person, i do not know. we'll perhaps figure out as i continue to build onto arg's lore. :)]

traces of this individual's dna were sampled for the experiment. the dna was then fused with an unknown, malleable, liquid-like black matter. tests with the matter are still limited. the results could vary wildly. they were working with an unstable substance, though powerful, is highly dangerous.

maybe this substance was able to shape itself into whichever subject it desired? its experimenters were unsure of the potential the substance had. it seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and they needed a way to tame it.

fast-forward to the very creation of the subject, the experiment was successful, though with the substance used, it was *wildly* unstable. the subject broke through its containment cell.

its temperature fluctuated greatly, it was unusually extremely cold. it was given a human form, but under high-stress situations, it was unable to maintain its form. several of its limbs grew and clung onto the walls. it spread about the hallways, leaving trails of matter everywhere it went.

(examples of “void arg” in his most extreme forms. 1st image is his last form, 2nd image is his various stages of forms he can undergo)

the subject was and continues to be missing. authorities continue to investigate the whereabouts of the subject.

for AGES (years?), arg has had to learn how to suppress his strongest emotions to maintain his human form. he felt that major stressful situations can result in unwanted consequences, for him and for others who might find out. this was, of course, harmful to his emotional wellbeing, but was the only way he figured how to cope with stress at the time.

he often hides in dark, secluded areas to prevent being recognized by onlookers, especially investigators or authorities.

[nightlyrayne]

TW: Lying, Manipulation, Cheating, Gabe Hicks

I have spent the last few days debating on whether or not I should speak up about my own past relationship and experience the TTRPG Gabe Hicks otherwise known by his handle as GabeJamesGames. I've decided to do so, in hopes that I may reach anyone that dated him and believed the were exclusive be given the same chance to know the truth as I have been given.

I'm going to cut this as short as I possibly can, mostly because everything is still very much scrambled in my head and trying to go through our past conversations has already been incredibly painful and difficult. I'm also sorry if this is a bit of a mess, or doesn't make sense anywhere. I tried to go back through our messages to be as accurate as possible, as I know I have a poor memory and an even worse sense of time.

Gabe and I started talking around late July of 2020 after I made a TikTok duetting him in his Matt from Dream Daddy cosplay. Things quickly become very flirtatious and suggestive between us. It did not take very long after that, somewhere between August and September we decided to be exclusive without labeling. I had firmly believed us to only be talking romantically and sexually with each other and expressed interest in becoming "officially" boyfriend and girlfriend when we met each other in person. Gabe agreed to this. Expressing he only had an interest in me and was more than happy to be exclusive.

In mid October I flew from Arizona back to my home state of Pennsylvania to meet him in person. He rented an Airbnb, though I did visit his home to meet his mom, one of his sisters, and his dog Leo. At one point during my stay, I was present for a live stream by his side as we carved pumpkins. I received no introduction when the stream began. Not my name, who I was, or what I was to him. I was simply there. And as a shy person who also has social anxiety, I said nothing because I was too nervous and didn't want to make things awkward. Though it felt awkward nonetheless. And immediately after the stream ended, he himself brought up the fact that he forgot to mention me. In the moment my only thought was "Well, at least he realized". And let it drop because I didn't want to have a fight.

Going home was extremely rough for me. I am the type of person that when I fall, I fall hard. I become very attached. And leaving was heartbreaking. The only thing that has helped was that he'd given me one of his shirts and had spoken about the possibility of moving in together down the road.

After that, things remained steady for a few more months. Though the issue of him wanting to remain completely private bothered me greatly. I brought up the fact multiple times, already apologizing while bringing it up because I felt like I was being too needy. In a way, I suppose I was gaslight myself, which made it all the easier for him. Especially when all I had ever asked was for him to put he was in a relationship on his social medias to help ease my anxiety. I expressed that my confidence in relationships came from having a partner who at least expressed that they were in a relationship. I didn't ask for my name nor my social media to be given. Though a part of me had definitely wanted that has well. I asked him for a compromise of just having "Taken" or "In a relationship" on his social medias. But every time I brought it up, he would claim he was already compromising by letting me meet his family and having his friends know about me. (Though whether his friends actually knew about me is unknown, as I don't remember having met or spoken to anyone of them.) At one point he even told me he had a stalker in the Netherlands and was worried about possibly upsetting her and having her come after him or I.

Things got harder after he got his new apartment February. Messages got less and less. By March hadn't received any 'I loves you's or 'I miss you's since January. I was getting more anxious about his growing number of followers and flirtatious behavior online, so I was being up being slightly public more and more. Around late May, early June, I could tell he just was no longer interested. He wasn't pointing in any effort. And while I had desperately wanted to make it work, I could tell he did not want to make it work. So I suggested stepping down from being romantic to just being friends. We never spoke after that, but we remained mutuals on TikTok and I would occasionally see him liking me stuff. Which, unfortunately, gave me more hope that I still want something to him than I would have liked.

I believed he had truly cared about me at some point during our relationship. But on Wednesday, my friend sent me a reddit post about him. I spent the whole day going through everything I could remember and wondering if he had been cheating on me as well. I posted my timeline of dating him on the Reddit post and was unfortunately informed that my timeline over lapped with TWO other people. One of them being the person he had claimed to me was a stalker.

I tell my story, though I was clueless until now, in hopes that anyone else who was hurt knowingly or unknowingly will find my story. That if they didn't know what kind of person Gabe was, they do now. And if they had already found out and haven't been in contact with any of his other exes, please know you are not alone. Please, please, please feel free to message me. And I am so sorry for the pain he has caused you, myself, and who knows how many others.

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Enough

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> requested? yes!

> warnings: hair pulling, self-destruction

> a/n: ah, here it is. writing this had me feeling a little bit weighted. i've been feeling like this for the past month, and i thought january will be different lol. on a side note, i hope this is enough! i'm sorry if i took to long to write this.

Sleep, eat, and repeat. That's what you've been doing for the past weeks. You've been in a constant cycle of breathing, and not living. And this behavior greatly stressed you out. Seven years, you've been in the School for Evil for seven years, and in those seven years you've been the top student.

Yet now, you couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror. When you did, all you saw was a reflection of disappointment to those around you. So you chose to do what's best for you– be present.

“Hey.”

Humming, you opened your eyes and saw Anadil side eyeing you. You couldn't be bothered to be angry, you've been sleeping in class for heaven's sake.

“The class is done, be grateful that Professor Manley only discussed the most boring lesson in the history of Uglification.”

Standing up, you gathered your things and walked beside the four musketeers– Hort, Hester, Dot, and Anadil.

“And what, pray tell, is that lesson all about?”

“About how ugliness fight off possible relationships, thus making us focused on life and not a significant other.”

Smirking, you rolled your eyes at Anadil's statement. “Well, what's the next class? Henchmen Training?”

Your question made the four teenagers stop and look at you questioningly. “You don't know?”

“Know what?”

“Professor Castor is out for today, so we'll be having Curses and Death Traps for two hours.”

Groaning, you pursed your lips. “Why? Did he say anything?”

Shaking their heads, Hort and Dot grabbed you by the arms and dragged you towards the room... of evil itself.

•

“You cannot possibly be this bored!”

“This is below you.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes and glared at the girls. “Don't be absurd, Hester. Surely you've slept in class before.”

“Correction, I have slept in all of my classes except for Curses and Death Traps. You want to know why? Because I actually care for my own evil being.” Hester explained. To summarize, the girl was really concerned for you. You've actually grown on her a bit, but she won't tell you that. With you being the closest that evil has a chance of winning, you needed to focus on your classes, and with you sleeping in Lady Lesso's class? You were dead.

•

“You!”

Jumping from shock, you put a hand on your chest while looking up from a cane and meeting eyes that held amusement and resentment at the same time.

“Any improvements on that power of yours, darling?”

Gulping down the nervousness, you nodded your head and stood up. Flexing you arms and rolling up your sleeves, you focused on making any part of your arms in invisible. Being the daughter of Queen Mab, the nemesis of Merlin, you inherited her powers– photokinesis.

With bathed breaths, your classmates watched as you made your hands invisible before slumping down in defeat.

Lesso gave a hum of disappointment, “Hmm. A little backtracked, are we?”

You avoided eye contact and clenched your hands in defeat. You were a disappointment for her, for evil.

Closing your eyes, you sighed and decided to wait until class was over. Though, you didn't expect to be awoken by a sharp tug of your hair.

“Wake up, despicable.” A voice whispered near your ear. You could feel their breath and smell the cedarwood on them.

Pulling you up by the hair, Lesso pushed you forward and made you face her. “Care to tell me why you slept in my class? Do I bore you, darling?”

Pursuing you lips, you touched the hand still in your hair and pushed it to the owner. “No, Lady Lesso. I apologize for sleeping in your class.”

With your hands shaking, you took a deep breath to stop the tears from forming. You can't cry, not in front of evil itself.

Frowning, Lesso took in your figure. You're cheeks were sunken with bags under your eyes, your eyes glassy with tears.

Cupping your chin, she made you face her gently. You would've been surprised but the atmosphere of the room made it impossible for you to feel anything, except disappoinment.

“Take the week off, darling.”

Snapping your eyes to look at her own, you saw sincerity, concern, and a little bit of... care?

“What?”

“Take the week off. We don't want our best student to die because of the school curriculum.”

Tugging your arms, she dragged you out the classroom. “Do whatever you want, just come back sane.”

Stopping before closing the door, Lesso gave you a reassuring smile. “And remember, what you're doing is enough. There's no need to pressure yourself, love.”

Then the door closed before you could even comprehend what happened.

Smiling, you wiped the tears from your face and left with a single thought.

You were enough.

[deathwestern]

Howdy! I’m death, and this is my (poor) attempt at a pinned post.

I’m 29. I’m from Colorado. I am taken.

This blog is NOT a place for anyone racist, homophobic, or misogynistic. We love and respect everybody here.

For almost 12 years, I was underthesewesternskies until the tumblr police got me in the middle of the night in January of 2023. But I came crawling baxk hours later because tumblr truly feels like home despite all its flaws.

I love all things horror/spooky, so you’ll find a lot of that here, as well as lots of western stuff, memes, and plant things. And I really love bison.

I love metal, old school country, punk, and folk/bluegrass. There’s almost never a time I’m not listening to music, so there’ll be a lot of 0 note Spotify links. You’re welcome in advance.

DM’s and Asks are always open, but I am horrific at responding and I greatly apologize.

My backup blog in case the tumblr police get me again is (hold on I’ll make it I swear)

I have a sideblog but I don’t necessarily advertise it unless prompted. If you really wanted to find it, you probably could.

If you want to know anything else, just ask! I’m terrible at talking about myself unprompted.

My common tags will be below. Love you all! Be good to each other.

[intersectionalpraxis]

Hello,

I am Eman from Sudan.

I hope you are well.

I am sorry for sending you a message, but I am asking you to help promote my campaign.

I hope I have not disturbed you.🙏

Last June, our house in Sudan was bombed while we were inside it, which led to the martyrdom of my younger brother, and this affected our psychology greatly and became my concern. The only thing is to save my family, so I created a campaign in January, and I want to thank you for 8k, but with the instability of the Sudanese currency, I cannot take my family out with it. Two weeks ago, the area to which we were displaced was bombed. Help me save my family and get out of Sudan.

Hi Eman! It's nice to meet you as well, and I am wishing you all the best There is no need to apologize, I would be more than happy to share your campaign here.

I cannot begin to express my deepest condolences to you and your family -that is beyond horrifying, and I am hoping and praying for all of your safety always.

For folk who see this, please share and donate if you have the means -re-posting this campaign does matter and does make a difference. Sending all my solidarity and love to you and your family, Eman!!

[blueshistorysims]

Early January 1909, Willow Creek College, England

“How was your winter holiday?” Joel asked the moment Byron stepped into their dorm. 

“Horrible. I thought summer break was bad, but…” He sighed. “My poor sister.”

Upon returning home for the summer, Alexander and Byron learned of the argument Edeline had with their parents, and her refusal to even eat dinner with their mother. Byron pitied his sister greatly, and he felt anger at his mother for saying such horrible things. The summer only got worse since Alexander smartly decided to spend all his free time with his beau Edith so they could snog all day, leaving Byron to comfort his two sisters.

Christmas had only multiplied the awkwardness. Edeline still refused to speak to their mama, and Rebecca refused to apologize. Byron honestly thought that Edeline was going to run away and never come back, and he wouldn’t blame her. He had never been more glad in his life to leave after New Year’s.

“Well, maybe they will make amends.”

“I pray to God that they do,” he muttered, sitting next to his friend. 

“I still can’t believe next year is your last.”

“I know,” Byron replied. “I’m turning 14 next month, and I’m already looking at universities.”

“Good luck.”

The friendship he had with Joel was far different from the friendship he had with Reggie. It was a different connection, a different feeling, and Byron didn’t know how to describe it. He was always happier when Joel was there, and sometimes, when they messed around, and Joel would touch him, his heart fluttered. 

He didn’t know what to make of his feelings, so he went to the one place he found refuge, the library. More often than not, he found himself reading Leaves of Grass by Walt Wittman, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, among others, books that had been decried by Victorian society for their depictions of homosexuality, and yet, he couldn’t stop reading them. The words were comforting, relatable.

So perhaps it wasn’t surprising that it dawned on him, reading in the library late at night that reason why he connected with the words so much. The descriptions of the men and their relationships was how he felt about Joel. He was attracted to Joel. He was attracted to men.

The revelation shocked him, and if he hadn’t been in a library, he would have screamed. He liked men? That couldn’t be. He’d had crushes on girls in the past. He liked women. He was horrified by the thought. 

Unknowing what else to do, he went back to his room, close to tears, and to his relief, found it empty. He slammed the door shut and sat on the floor, leaning against his bed. “My god,” he whispered, tears spilling from his eyes.

So of course, five minutes later, the door opened, and Joel walked in, pointing at something. “Byron, are you  in t-what’s wrong?” He asked, surprised to see the state his friend was in. 

Byron looked up and wanted the scream. He was the last person he wanted to see. “...It-it’s nothing.”

Joel frowned and sat next to him. “I know we’ve only each other this year, but you can trust me. I consider you one of my closest friends.”

Byron wanted to scream. Instead, he wiped his face and shook his head. “...I couldn’t. I shan’t. Besides, isn’t it normal for us Englishmen to ignore our feelings and never speak of them?”

He laughed. “I am not like most Englishmen, Byron. I don’t think you are either.”

He turned to him, unsure of what to make of his words. “...What?”

Joel swallowed, his face growing pale. “I’ve seen what you’ve been reading lately,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m about to do something very stupid.”

Byron barely processed what his friend had said before Joel pressed his lips against his.

Byron blinked. Joel was kissing him. He was kissing Joel. He liked kissing Joel. After a second, he just closed his eyes and went with it, deciding for once not to care about the consequences. 

[epersonae]

I have been trying to figure out how to even describe my latest fic, for the benefit of all the broken hearts, of which I've now posted 3 chapters of (out of 19). Which I love and I'm proud of; it's is a weird technical flex as a writer and the most work I've put into any writing in any genre in my entire life. And also, I'm way out on my niche bullshit: it's a fix-it for another fic, and it's sort of but not exactly RPF, and maybe it's original fiction but not quite?

And I'm prevaricating, writing all this, being afraid of -- well, something, some kind of reaction -- and that's interesting, too, in the same way as discovering my weird reaction to the choose your own adventure project.

It is, per the actual summary on AO3: A fix-it sequel to Water Flowing Underground, following Ed’s unnamed second wife as she pokes through the wreckage and kicks down doors, and maybe finds the universe four doors down.

I have been working on it for almost seven months, pretty exclusively since mid-January (my ongoing apologies to readers of Hungry for love in particular). It has become the obsession that I could never have predicted, into which I have thrown a variety of thoughts about varieties of love and the aftermath of tragedy, creativity and femininity and identity, a set of matryoshka dolls on the theme of what it's possible to know about anyone else, famous or intimate (or oneself).

Also it's entirely set to the Carly Rae Jepsen album The Loneliest Time, which I have had on repeat for much of the last seven months. And yes, the lower case song lyric title is from the first song on that album. (And also yes, if you have seen me or various associates tag things as "carlita coded", this story is what we're talking about.)

I have to give so much love and appreciation to @emi--rose, who gave me so many wild ideas and so much encouragement, to @veeagainsttheday, who read a very early draft and then was an excellent beta, and to @gaypiratebrainrot, who wrote the original that melted my brain and then betaed this -- all of you have pushed me to be a better writer and a better thinker. Thanks as well to several other friends who have listened to me expound at length on this story and related subjects, it is greatly appreciated.

[lumenflowered]

Hello. I apologize for blocking you. I was doing so out of a stupid emotional impulse to save you from myself. Thank you for still trying to trust me even after all that I've done. If you still harbor any sort of trust towards me, I would like to try and better our relationship. As such, I have unblocked you.

However, there is something that you should know. Jonathan Sims died on January 14th, 2024. I am The Archivist. I am unable to feel emotion. Despite this, I wish to build on previous relationships where I had them, as even though I cannot feel the emotions associated with them, these bonds have still impacted me in some way.

It would honor me greatly if you were to accept my offer of friendship. However, should you decline, there are (quite literally) no hard feelings

-The Archivist

(( @faller-fears ))

...Of all the things that I expected to see after Ho-oh was done doing... whatever it was they were doing on the internet... this was certainly not one of them.

Nevertheless. It is good to see that you are... less dead than you were. My condolences on the lack of emotion, though I suppose you must be incapable of feeling bad about that at the moment.

I... don't know how to feel about the fact that such a thing is familiar to me at all, though I suppose that I can relate more than I would like to. Moving on.

To be perfectly clear: I was quite angry with you for your actions. There is, however, a significant difference between being angry at someone and desiring their death. I certainly did not desire yours. Nor, do I suspect, did most people.

With that said, I will accept your offer, on the condition that you do not use your ability to Ask against me, under any circumstances, unless I specifically say that I want you to. Should you do this, I will not hesitate to block you.

I would advise turning off Pelipper Mail for the foreseeable future, if you have not done so already. I would also recommend obtaining something fireproof for you to wear, as well as anyone you care about and/or spend any amount of time in close physical proximity to. There could be side effects.

...If I am to be entirely honest, though, I am primarily relieved that you are back in any form. It is not your emotions that make you a person, and I would be hypocritical at best if I held a lack of them against you.

Take care of yourself, Archivist. I will endeavor to do the same.

[krazykariana]

Lost residence of my home and have to sell everything to my name, aside from necessities, art supplies and OC commissions. This includes items made from fellow artists and that breaks my heart the most. I even have to safely rehome my pets. Here is the link to all said items, including many Spyro, Crash Bandicoot, Disney, My Little Pony, and many more franchise related pieces. Many even being customs I've collected from other artists over the years, which hurts the most to let go of. https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Tq8xZY8bARZjC9EnVikTXGZQBEAp4DYa To actually explain, this began late January, and it’s hit me like a fucking truck. I am not okay at all, I have no want to live but I have obligations I need to attend to, I hope I can thank myself for sticking it all out later. This all has nothing negative to do with my partner Stefano, he’s helping the best he can. I’m trying to stay strong and don’t ever make posts like this but you are looking to buy something I have it would be greatly appreciated. I am so fucking miserable, this is not me making a fast action post, its been over 20 days and I’m so tired. Please DM any questions about any item I’ve listed, I am open to international shipping. This all makes me at least glad I kept an online inventory of everything I have. If you want to help but don’t want an item per say but would like to help that would be greatly expected, though I don’t expect anyone to. My Kofi is https://ko-fi.com/karianakeyes and my PayPal is https://paypal.me/KarianaKeyes . I want to both thank and apologize to everyone, I’m not myself right now but hope to make it out better than before. I really feel like I’ve failed everyone in what I feel like I’m here to do, and I’m sorry.

[taixju]

𐐪 a note from emi 𐑂

hi pretty peeps ! it’s been a hot minute. with valentine’s day right around the corner, i wanted to host a lil self-ship art event <3 i know i haven’t finished my other self-ship art collab and to be completely frank, i probably won’t finish it. I apologize to the people who I didn’t get to but i lost motivation to complete it *cry*. perhaps i will revisit it again one day and try to finish it but as of now, it doesn’t look like I will :( i think i overwhelmed myself with too many art pieces at once. so for this event, we will start with 5 for now!

𐐪 what is it 𐑂

welcome to emi’s valentine raffle! step right up to enter your name for the opportunity to win a free self ship piece. emi’s wheel will be accepting entries till the end of january. once the month comes to an end, all the entered names will be placed in a randomized wheel and 5 lucky winners will be selected to receive a self ship piece with an anime character of choice!

𐐪 how to enter 𐑂

If you are interested in entering, you can enter here 💌 ……… to make this a lil more fun you can provide the character of choice n’ your favorite dessert ! reblogs are also greatly appreciated hehe i’m excited to get started n’ bring you n’ your faves to life !! i hope to see you in the entries, good luck !!

𐐪 support 𐑂

rb n likes are more than enough however all of my self ship events are free n’ if you’d like to further support future events like these, tips on my ko-fi are greatly appreciated !! 🥰 i also offer customized self ship/fanart for purchase if that is of interest to you !! Thank you !!

love, emi <3

[sinsandsuccubus]

Hi Everyone! I want to address a couple things in this post.

To start, a few weeks ago (I can’t keep track of time), I answered an anon stating that minorities can’t be racist towards one another due to our position in social class. However, I now realize that that was very very ignorant of me to say. And I want to apologize. I never wanted to give that impression or make it seem like other minorities aren’t oppressed, because we all are. So I sincerely apologize. This was something I learned in my freshman college class, African American Studies, and it truly goes to show that these things are taught.

Once again, I’d like to sincerely apologize for what I said. I will definitely take this as a lesson and educate myself in the future.

Moving forward, I’ve received a good amount of hate for “hating” on Neelam. There’s nothing to hate on when it comes to her, at all. Yes, she’s Jack’s manager, and yes, she gets to travel with him and puts her best effort forward to make sure he’s on track with what he does and what he represents. However, that doesn’t excuse her behavior towards his fans and towards Black people. She has been caught culturally appropriating multiple times, as well as being rude to fans.

So yes, I dislike Neelam. While “hate” may be a strong word to others, it isn’t to me as there’s nothing to hate on. I dislike her character and how she represents herself.

Moving on, I’m sad to announce that I’ll be returning to school this coming Monday - January 9th, 2023. In the Fall, I made the promise to keep posting, however, that didn’t happen.

So, I’m not going to make that promise again: while I may be able to post a little more often due to my schedule being lax (thank god for Senior Spring), I don’t want to make a promise I can’t keep. So, before Monday (1/9/2023), I will try my best to have the fics out that are saved in my draft (roughly 6). While they may or may not come out within today and tomorrow (1/7/2023 & 1/8/2023), they will be scheduled to appear throughout the week.

Luckily, this is my last semester before I’m done (thank fucking god, bitches is tired, and I’m bitches), so by mid-May, look for more posts!

I’d also like to say thank you all for the +1k followers! I greatly appreciate every single one of you. I started this page with an introductory from @harlowcomehome and for the past months, I’ve been embraced into a community that I love and has taught me so many things. I’ve made great friendships, met my sisterwives @heavyhitterheaux , @softtcurse & @mortirolo , and been taken care of. So thank you to everyone. All my followers, those who engage with me - I see you all. Don’t think that I don’t.

Happy New Year to everyone! I look forward to another year with you all.

- Luna 💜🌙

[wint3r-h3art]

I posted 8,223 times in 2022

That's 6,173 more posts than 2021!

3,233 posts created (39%)

4,990 posts reblogged (61%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wint3r-h3art

@fluffyprettykitty

@crazycookiecrumbles

@wint3r-library

@tom-whore-dleston

I tagged 5,495 of my posts in 2022

Only 33% of my posts had no tags

#linda answered - 1,990 posts

#stephen strange x reader - 204 posts

#self reblog. - 198 posts

#fic: the princess & her captain - 182 posts

#fic: the wizard & i - 161 posts

#feedback - 143 posts

#whorish behavior on main - 127 posts

#ask games ! - 121 posts

#namor x reader - 106 posts

#« trashcan » ( tbd ) - 104 posts

Longest Tag: 108 characters

#i’m literally outlining my frank smut and then you sent me this and now i’m wheezing like a w word in church

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Suit & Tie | S.S

Summary: A lovers’ quarrel turned into something quite (un)expected.

Word count: 3.8K (ahahaha! Ooops!!)

Warning: Just a minor spoiler with the wedding!! Established relationship, possessive behavior, subtle passive aggressiveness, jealous sex, exhibitionism, fingering, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex, suit kink (the suit stays on), inappropriate used of mirror dimension, brat taming, mild dom behavior, face slapping, creampied

A/N: are we surprised I wrote this at all? Honestly, it’s just filth. A long ass explicit filth! Grab yourself some water. Maybe shower afterward.  No beta, so if missed anything, I apologize. If you enjoyed this, please comment or reblog. It means so much! If you like to get update on my future fic, please follow @wint3r-library​

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2,063 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

#4

Yes dear? | TASM!P.P x Reader

Summary: Peter is in grey sweatpants while fixing his suit and you can’t help yourself..AKA: Peter getting his soul sucked out because the audacity he has to walk around your shared apartment with nothing but those sweats on.

Word count: 2.2K

Rating: Explicit (smut ahead, besties). contain oral, exhibitionism (you’ll see why ehehe), fingering, unprotected seggs,  and praise kink. If these topics upset you, please don’t click read more. 

A/N: This is obviously adult!Peter/post college Peter. Just me still thinking about AG in grey sweats, besties. I also hope the tags are working now. As always, reblogs and comments are great, greatly appreciated. 

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2,987 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#3

It’s You, It’s always Been you

Pairing: Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: It’s a known fact that you are in love with Stephen Strange. It’s also a known fact that Stephen Strange is still in love with Dr. Palmer. When Stephen asked you to be his wedding date though, you’re starting to regret your decision. A confession from the doctor himself, changes everything.

Word count: 3.0K (I got carried away, oops)

Genre: angst, unrequited love, confession, overall feels!, and soft smut (of course)

A/N: There’s no major MoM spoilers, just the beginning with the wedding and all that. As much as I love Stephen being a complete daddy in MoM, I need to write me some soft smut. No beta, so if I missed anything, It’s my fault. If you enjoyed this, please please comment and reblog. It just means a lot. Please follow @wint3r-library​ and turn on post notification for fic update.

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3,583 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

#2

Ride the Lightning | Thor x Reader

Summary: They say lightning never strike twice. Thor begs to differ.

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: pure brain rotting smut with a little plot, size kink, oral sex (female receiving), face riding, couch sex, male ejaculation, creampied, shower sex. Mutual pinning if you squint. a bit shy/awkward reader (because w’re all a bit awkward talking to our crushes 🥲) 

MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY

A/N: y’all know I’ve been wanting to read some filthy ass size kink fic. Well, if you want something bad enough, you gotta write it yourself. Here it is in its pure filth. No beta, so I’m sorry!! Feedback & reblog just mean a lot and greatly appreciated if you enjoyed this.

*** do not copy, repost, rewrite, or translate my works !!

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3,810 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

His Sacrificial Offering | Namor

Summary: You were sent to be his, and his you shall be; both body and soul

Word count: 2.0K

Warnings: brain rotting smut ahead. Little plot, just thots. oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex. Breeding kink, cum dumping, slight mention of possessive behavior. Romance undertone if you squint.

18+ ONLY | Minors DNI

A/N: Tenoch Huerta be pulling me out of my writing slump, and here is the result. I hope you liked it. Little plot, but somewhat coherent (I hope). No beta either, so if I do miss anything, I apologize. If you enjoyed this little blurb, comment and reblog is greatly appreciated 💛

Part 2

*** Do not copy, repost, or translate anywhere else.

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4,780 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[shaebertooth]

I want to go ahead and apologize now to anyone who is still waiting on a commission from me. I know of like two off the top of my head, but please keep in mind I do suffer from memory loss problems so I may need a reminder if you're unsure if I recall you or not.

My life this year had started off in a not-so-great way, and while it's no excuse, it has greatly affected my mental and physical health in ways I'm actually pretty afraid of, given my recent bout with a hospital stay and surgery.

My current home is owned by someone I thought was a friend of mine. He bought the house back in 2019 with the full intention of us moving in together: his sister, Cori, myself, and him of course. This was all great until his sister turned into an absolute nightmare of a roommate, moved out (and ran off to florida with some online friend) and left us high and dry.

So we found another roommate, and things were decent from there.. until towards the end of last year.

Main roommate in question took a trip to chicago to be with some friends, and ended up falling in love with the place, and planned to move there eventually - okay, not so bad, we were all okay with this, we knew it was happening.

Then my surgery happened. Along with being unable to work until January 1st when I was finally cleared, and now trying to scramble to find a job, and throwing out anywhere between 5-10 applications a day. In the meantime it's fallen on my poor girlfriend to pay my portion of the bills, which I am eternally grateful for, but also dreading and ashamed of. I owe her the fucking world.

All of a sudden, my roommate has put his foot down saying he's selling the house by the end of March. April is as long as he's giving us to figure out things out and find a place to go. girlfriend's mom's apartment is way too small, and doesn't allow for the 3 cats we have, and my mom sold her house shortly after we moved into the new house, and lives in a senior apartment complex. Neither places are places we can go to.

When we tried to plead our case, stating to him that my bank needs *60 days* of work history to help me with a house loan.. he simply shrugged his shoulders and walked out. In his exact words on discord, he stated "As the owner of the property this is my decision and it is non-negotiable." AKA he doesn't care what happens to us, he's dead-set on going to chicago, with those rose-tinted glasses glued to his face. This was what he sent to us yesterday. Saturday the 14th.

Needless to say.. my emotional state is a wreck. I'm worried I won't find a job in time, worried we'll have to move way far away from where we've settled, flip everything around to start somewhere else.. and before anyone tries to suggest apartment hunting: we can't. My girlfriend is self-employed making iron-on patches, which involves a LOT of noise running constantly. Embroidery machines and sewing machines all times of the night/day.

We would either need to specifically be placed in a corner lot where we can't disturb anyone, or luck out and have some deaf neighbors. It would also need to accept 3 cats, as these cats are *not* going anywhere else but with us.

I'm so fucking stressed to the point of headaches, and my body thinking it's time for my monthly flow.. all month long. It's scaring me that all of this is happening, and I'm dreading another hospital stay, especially because my surgery site still bleeds from time to time.

So, I apologize if I've been slow with activity or you're waiting on something from me. My life is being quite literally ripped out from under my feet, and there's not much I can really do about it except to pray for a job and grind myself into dust trying to make a living. In this fuckin american economy.

I wish I could get a fucking break.