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[aleegerous]

"remnants of us" || 14.08.2023

I always thought holding on was hard, but I could make it work. As I grew up, I realized that sometimes it's better to just let go. But that doesn't mean that once in a while I didn't try holding on despite knowing that the drinks that bring back all the memories are long overdue. I don't drink wine, so nothing ages well for me. Your perfume is a broken bottle and the shards of glass are still scattered all across my wooden floor. My ink-stained diary is in a cardboard box on a cupboard I no longer open. My fountain pen rests on the bottom shelf with all the things I treasure, but have no use for anymore. The sunflower curtains I loved so much are moth-eaten and they lay abandoned somewhere in the attic. My favorite nail polish has dried out and there are still stains on the surface of my old table from all the times I dropped the bottle, because I've always been a little clumsy.

They say relationships are like elastic bands. If one let's go then it hurts the one who held on. But I would've been okay with that too because elastic bands hurt- once, suddenly, unexpectedly, and then with time the pain subsides. But our relationship doesn't have a name and it reminds me of a childhood I never had, one where I'm on the beach after a long day of playing in the water. My skin is wrinkled and my hair is a mess of knots that'll take too long to untangle. As the sun sets over the horizon and seagulls fly across the golden sky, above the glistening waters, everything is calm. But I've never been calm, I'm not the kind of person that's calm (but that's a story for another day). My sand castles are broken, and I sit on the shore, taking a handful of the dirt. The sand slips from between my fingers. No matter how hard I hold on, it keeps slipping, slipping and slipping. It takes painstakingly long but I know I can't stop it and in the end I'm left with only the remnants on my palm, too little to do anything with it. When sandcastles break, I can cry and complain. But the remnants of sand on my hand are nothing. A reminder of what we were; nothing. So tell me, my favorite nothing, now that you're gone what do I mourn?

- Sabikun Nahar Titlee

an exert from [ The Waves That Don't Settle ]

[unskilledpoint]

speaking of how come you didnt assign prns to unskilled?

its jssut eaisyser to ltet othr ppl choes basd off viebs. laso i doent rlly caer wghwvat prns aer uaesd foar me hoeneaslty.

[sovaharbor]

👀👀👀👀

omg. im taking this as 4 because i got so many damn wips i can actually do that.

quick to think

“That’s…” Bull brought a hand to his chin, thinking on it. “That’s a real nice picture to imagine, Boss,” he finished, grinning crookedly. “Right, yeah, well.” Eimhin flushed, and his fingers tickled with the familiar sting of lightning. “Glad to know you find it titilil—titlee—titty—ah, fuck. Whatever. Y’know what I mean.” Suddenly, someone shoved a mug of ale into his hand. Eimhin looked over to see Krem glowering at him. The rest of the Chargers all looked to be various levels of trying-to-act-casual-but-failing-completely, except for Dalish, who was openly snickering to herself and sneaking glances out the corner of her eye at Bull and Eimhin. When Eimhin caught her, she merely winked at him, then went back to snickering.

bagels and coffee

“I… I brought dinner,” Peter continues once he’s caught his breath. He holds up the bag of food like a prize, and with no hesitation, the alien reaches a tentacle out to swipe it right from his hand. “The, uh, little container on top has cannolis in it. The middle one’s for MJ and the bottom’s for me— I didn’t really get anything for you, though…” The alien turns its gaze to him as it rips the bag open. “We will consume the same foods, as we are one and the same.” Peter grimaces at that. “So, when you eat raw meat, MJ’s also…?” “Stop asking stupid questions, Spider,” the alien snaps at him.

five times peter says i hate you, and one time he (finally) doesn't

“Oh my God,” says Peter, and his voice is wavering, his face is scrunching up in the way peoples’ faces only scrunch when they’re about to ugly-cry. “Oh my God. You—” He rears back, raising his hands to his face and nearly touches it with them, but they’re covered in Wade’s blood, so then he backtracks and shoves his face in the crook of his elbow instead. “You’re an asshole,” he says there, all muffled and still-wavering. “Literally the biggest asshole in the entire universe, and I hate you.”

untitled angeldevil stuff

“Warren, please,” Matt says, softer, more tired himself. “I think you’ll want to sit for this.” Warren’s wings rustle in a way that Matt has quickly learned means he’s uncomfortable, but even still, he walks over to take a seat in a chair next to the couch. He says nothing, just draws his legs up into the chair and lets his wings droop over his shoulders, over the arms of the chair, and he waits. He’s watching. So, Matt opens the briefcase fully. There’s no papers in it, but there is something else. Something Matt has spent the past few days debating on bringing over here, but having no clue how else to get through to Warren. “Wait,” Warren says quietly. “Wait, that’s…”

[wonysugar]

wonder why i’m bitter | julie han

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. casual — chappell roan

synopsis : friends don’t act like this, you would know that better than anyone else.

pairing : non-idol!julie x fem!reader

genre : smut, angst, smutty angst, if you will! heavy on the angst though sorry.

tags : they were roommates,,, making out, marking, implied possessiveness, implied jealousy, anal rimming (heyyy), strap-on sex, vaginal penetration, cunnilingus, julie is bent ova, and YESS WHO SAID BACKSHOTS, arguing, topsub!femreader, bottomdom!julie, frequent mentions of sexuality, praise kink, cheating?? could you call this cheating,, one singular l-bomb,,, yikesss

warnings : none..? i guess apart from the obvious content warnings here (angst and smut) there’s some underlying internal homophobia themes?? but i don’t think it’s that bad tbh IDK BE WARNED JUST IN CASE

word count : 3,1k

a/n : haiii!! i’m finally posting this draft OUHH it went through so many changes, like for example THE TITLEE?? i was gonna make the title be a lyric to ‘goodluck, babe!’ by chappell roan since i originally based the fic on that but i ended up listening to casual instead and went woaahh,, this fits so much more what the hell?!? but yeahh i think i’m happy with how it turned out! :’) i hope you guys can say the sameedckem

ALSO! first time writing anything involving anal,, while yes i do talk about it often (ahem we all know,,) i was incredibly nervous in the process and this definitely made me step out of my comfort zone, hope it isn’t too apparent in this ;; but yeah, to stop rambling, thank you for reading!! i hope you like itt! :]]

“so…” julie’s friend makes a motion between the two of you with a raised eyebrow, wearing a curious smile. “what exactly are you two?” they ask. you thought about it for a few moments, theoretically, you two are roommates, friends at most. but, if anything, you’re more like a couple behind closed doors. 

you shrug, thinking nothing of it, “i guess we’re kind of like—“

“we’re just friends.” she places, wearing a polite smile at the familiar in front of her before you could even think about the rest of your sentence. when you turn to look at her, she’s avoiding your gaze, already familiar with the type of expression you’re wearing. 

it’s the face you always make when she pushes you away like this.

turning back to her friend, you nod slightly, “yeah. we’re friends.” trying your hardest not to let your dejection show through your smile. 

maybe it’s all just in your imagination, perhaps you guys were never even close to being a ‘thing’ and you were the one who thought too much into it. but alas; no matter from which angle you looked at it, the way she displayed any ounce of affection towards you would always make you overthink what you two were exactly. anything she’d do in the comfort of your own apartment with you was never close to anything she’d do in public, in front of the eyes of everyone walking by. she always acts like she barely knows you whenever she is surrounded by people, whether she knows them or not.

you think about it often.

you think about her often.

you asked yourself, do you even like her like that? well, she’s pretty chill, smart, witty and funny. she’s also beautiful, and one hell of a tease, that much is obvious, you’ve had sex with her numerous times in the past, so sexual attraction is out of the question; you already knew the answer to that. the better question probably was; does she even like you like that?

“you done with them?” says julie, referring to the pile of kitchenware you guys left from last night on the counter as she hugs you from behind and rests her head on your shoulder, her arms wrapping all around your waist and watching you. you, on the other hand, were taken by surprise by the sudden display of affection, so much so that you lost your original train of thought. as much as you knew that she liked physical touch, it always did surprise you whenever you randomly felt her skin come in contact with yours throughout the day. getting quickly accustomed to the feeling of her lips kissing your shoulder, you hummed in response, washing and scrubbing the plate with the soaped-up sponge you were holding.

“almost.” 

she whines in an exaggerated manner, “hurry uppp..” lightly tapping on your stomach and resting her head on your shoulder, before adding, “i miss you.”

you giggle, putting away the plate you were now done washing, quickly grabbing another dirty one, “i’m right here, though?”

“no like,” she left another kiss on your shoulder, “i miss you.” 

you smirked, getting progressively more and more amused by the girl’s foreign, yet familiar behavior towards you, feeling her embrace you even tighter.

“oh yeah? well in that case, i miss you too, julie.”

you knew exactly what the girl in question meant by ‘i miss you’ and you would’ve teased her further if it weren’t for how impatient she was getting, despite how cute it was. her heavily annoyed sighs giving it away, despite those also being sprinkled with a tiny bit of humor. 

“come onn, don’t play dumb with me, smartass.”

so, you pushed the oblivious act aside and obliged, setting the plate down before facing her.

your lips danced in sync with hers as you carried her to your bed. once you got there, you gently sat her down on the edge of the mattress, lips still intertwined whilst her hands glided along the curves of your body, tracing circles with the tip of her index finger on your soft skin. 

you didn’t waste any time in laying her down moments later,, your mouth now eagerly roaming her neck and collarbone and leaving kisses down along her body, successfully marking it up. listening to her quiet hums, you proceeded to slide down her sweatpants, your hands tugging on the waistband.

now left in only her panties, you allowed your fingers to glide over the damp spot in between her legs, teasing the clothed entrance and taking in all of her reactions all at once. 

looking at you through the light brown hair that fell perfectly on her face with hooded eyes and slightly upturned eyebrows, she whispered in a low, husky and raspy tone, “see, baby? see how wet i am for you?”

now, julie had this certain ability to turn even the most confident person alive on this earth into a nervous wreck.

you were, obviously, no exception from her spells. if anything, you, y/n, were a prime example.

you slowly nodded at her words, entranced, feeling yourself fall more and more at her mercy with each second that passed. that earned a smirk from her, putting her hand atop yours, before continuing, “you’re gonna be good and do something about it, right?” 

you nodded once again, this time more eager. 

“words, darling.” she whispered.

“yes,” you muttered in response, a mix of nervousness and eagerness taking over all five of your senses, “o-of course i will.”

she hummed, perfectly content with your adorable answer, before pulling you back into a hungry kiss for another long, pleasant while. that is, until she added something else between kisses, something that made you shudder.

“get the strap.” 

immediately reaching for the drawer next to your bed upon hearing those words, lips still connected to hers, you obeyed and pulled the cabinet open, quickly pulling out the phallic silicone object residing in it as well as the harness, too impatient to feel even embarrassed about the sudden action. 

it didn’t take long before the harness was tight around your hips, the brunette bent over in front of you at the edge of the bed with her panties pulled down to her thighs. you ravished in the sight; her perfect pink pussy sitting before you, slick and wet with desire, begging for you to finally please it properly, practically throbbing in anticipation. who were you to deny her of such pleasure? 

you traced your index finger along her slit, your digit comfortably nestled in between her slippery folds as it slowly teased the entrance. 

rewarded by the sweet sounds coming out of her, you wasted no more time and slowly leaned into her core, giving a long swipe of the tongue to her pussy.

“ohh shitt..” overhearing her moans, you smiled against her as you were now making out with her swollen cunt, intending to taste every drop of her slick, not wasting a single one. your lips circled around her bundle of nerves, giving it small and gentle sucks whilst one of your hands massaged her ass.

subconsciously, julie’s back arched with each movement that your tongue made inside her, her head hung low on the bed as she whimpered filthy praises, her sounds just slightly muffled from the white bedsheet she had over her mouth. 

you heard them, though. 

thank god you heard them.

after a long while of giving more than endless attention to her pussy, you felt your mouth move upwards by itself, driven by the pure desire to make her feel even better than she already was. 

your tongue quickly made its way to her ass, roaming and dancing around her rim, which immediately earned a sharp gasp from her part. you’ve never made it a habit to eat julie’s ass, but whenever you did? it was always enough to cloud your brain with pure, raw want, and it always seemed to catch her pleasantly off-guard, since you’d always do it without any warning. 

you attempted to relax her again by tracing slow circles around her hole with your muscle, before inserting it fully, which you could only assume worked, since you could hear her whines get longer and louder. “fuckk yes baby..” she shamelessly moaned, this time more audibly due to her raising her head up and looking back at you as best as she possibly could, “that’s it, such a sweet girl for me— ah..“ 

using one of your hands, you made sure to thoroughly stimulate her clit, rubbing circles around it and even going as far as to inserting two fingers inside her dripping cunt with your other hand in the process, all whilst the muscle in your mouth flicked way within her, drilling and wriggling as you hummed against her. 

after what felt like hours of you messily rimming her, hours of her pushing herself further onto your mouth, practically fucking herself on you, you figured it was finally time to give her what’d she been wanting ever since she came up behind you in the kitchen.

pulling your fingers out and standing back up, you lined up your strap-on to her aching core, pressing the head against it before slowly inserting its entire length inside of her. 

she let out a groan at the feeling of being penetrated, which progressively turned into longer and more suggestive sounds. it all sounded like music to your ears, it only made you want to please her more.

you reached for her hand, grabbing it upon contact. she squeezed yours with just as much force in return, pleasure visibly taking over her senses. it didn’t take long for you to be full on thrusting into her, either, feeling her walls clench around your fake cock as she babbled praises. 

it was a small gesture, sure, but it made you feel things you weren’t quite certain on how to label.

“such a good girl for me—“ was what she let out, a loud moan escaping her agape mouth whilst you continued pounding her, faster with each second that passed. “f-fuck y/n i love you—“

you saw her lose herself under you, you watched in… admiration? infatuation? whatever it was, you thought she looked mesmerizing, especially with how her brown long hair fell all over the place, how perfect she sounded, how perfect she looked.

how perfect she was.

the words “i love you” resonated in your head. 

“who’s eric?” you ask her, having thrown glances at her phone that was charging on the kitchen counter whilst washing a plate, the singular one you had left untouched due to being… distracted. 

you finished washing it, then turned around, now met with a surprised julie, clothed in a pair of booty shorts and a white tank top, she was fresh out of the shower, towel drying her hair. that is, until she unexpectedly heard you speak that name, her eyes immediately darting between you and the phone, greeted by that man’s contact name and picture on the latter, an incoming phone call from his part. 

“a guy?” she says back, in her usual sarcastic yet gentle and quiet tone, “thought that was obvious enough—“

jealousy and inexplicable possessiveness flooded your senses; you knew most of her friends, but, you had no idea who this ‘eric’ dude was, and that especially ate at you. why was he calling her, on a random weekday at like, 4 pm? you had checked the clock hanging on the wall to confirm the time.

“well yeah but, i don’t think i know an eric.” you stated, wary of what the girl before you was gonna say, “who is he?”

“…i just told you, some dude. i met him on campus and we just exchanged contacts after he complimented me, a while ago.” she replied, slight annoyance cracking through the facade of the joking expression she wore. she ran her dominant hand through her messy and wet hair, causing it to fall back perfectly on the side of her face and her exposed shoulders. 

she added, “sure, he makes it very clear he wants to hook up with me, but that’s all it’ll ever be i think, he’s not the type of guy you’d wanna date seriously. why do you ask—“ 

“no reason.” you cut her off, cold and dry.

she furrowed her eyebrows, the previous annoyance being more and more apparent, this time only paired with confusion. “…what?” 

“so this is completely normal for you? like, you guys hook up and call each other sometimes and you’re just casually telling me about it? what, does he take you out on dates too?” 

“what are you, my girlfriend or something?” she scoffed, bitter and defensive, gently throwing the towel on the couch in close proximity to her, “and what if he does, why’s it such a big deal to you?” 

why is it such a big deal to me?

why is it such a big deal to me?

and before you know it, you’re quickly matching her tone. “i simply don’t understand how you could tell me something so casually, especially right after we—“

“listen, let’s get this straight.” she says to you, “i know that just because you and i fuck sometimes you’re convinced that it’s gotta mean something, that we’re something, but we aren’t. it doesn’t fucking mean shit to either of us and you know that very well. it’s all in good fun; i don’t belong to you, y/n, and i never will.” 

“it’s not about that?” you walked closer to her as you justified, trying to get your point across, “i’m not saying that you belong to me julie i’m just trying to say that—“

her stare pierces right through you as she cuts you off, and you could’ve sworn you noticed her eyes being glossy. her eyebrows furrowed in anger at you, she added on, “who i date isn’t your business. we’re just friends, and that’s all we’ll ever be, end of discussion. don’t try to turn our friendship into something it isn’t.” 

friends?

“so now i’m the crazy one for not liking the fact that you’re talking to that dude?” you eventually yelled back. you didn’t even notice her grabbing her things as you talked, ready to head out, despite her hair still being wet from the recent shower. you, however, noticed how she took her still ringing phone and put on her favorite puffy jacket, her soft hand’s acrylic nails digging and clutching onto the mentioned cellular device as you rambled on and on, irritated beyond comprehension. 

“we’re not fucking dating y/n, it’s all casual, i.. i’m not even into girls like that—” she asserted herself, trying her absolute hardest to sound as convincing as possible. you heard it, though, you heard that little twinge of doubt and guilt in her voice. it’s almost like she, herself, didn’t believe whatever nonsense was coming out of her mouth. 

how funny was it to watch her say that all whilst having the fresh hickeys you left on her neck and collarbone not even a few hours ago?

perhaps eric will notice them, too.

perhaps with that, he’ll realize how good you treat her, how he’ll never be able to do it like you do.

how he’ll never be able to make her feel as good as you do.

“sure, you aren’t.” you scoffed at her words, before proceeding to add on, “since you swear you aren’t, how about you stop acting like you are? you know, instead of giving me shit for getting upset.” 

“sorry?—“ she laughed bitterly, those words cut deep.

let me talk, you thought, let me place a damn word.

you continued, “no, seriously! you always do this julie, you always make me feel like i’m fucking insane for seeing it the way it is, for the way i see us. you’re convinced that there’s nothing between us, that we’re just friends, yet friends don’t randomly kiss me throughout the day for whatever reason, do they? they don’t fuck me and tell me that they love me in the process, do they?” as you spoke, she avoided your gaze and walked right past you, heading straight for the front door.

that’s when you recalled a certain moment, “sure, why not, let’s say, for your sake, that completely normal friends do fuck sometimes; they don’t buy you stupid lovey-dovey bullshit on valentine’s day and drive you to the middle of nowhere to stargaze, they do not take you out at night and take every opportunity to kiss you in public whenever nobody’s looking, they don’t fucking say they love you while you’re deep inside them— i mean for fuck’s sake julie do you hear yourself??”

she stopped in her tracks in front of the door, her hand resting on the doorknob. she hates it when you read her like a book, she hates it when you call her out on being the way she acts with you, she hates it when you stare at her like that— she fucking hates you. she fucking hates you for making her feel the way she does, for making her question everything about herself, she hates herself for thinking about you whenever she’s with him—

she let out a noise, something in between a sob and a laugh, before looking back at you with tear-filled eyes, she stared at you, up and down. her eyebrows twitching slightly, she then set her eyes on the ground and bit her lip in what seems to be frustration, frustration aimed both at you and herself.

“if i knew it was gonna be like this, i would’ve never done anything with you to begin with.” her voice was shaky.

you watched her figure as she turned the doorknob and slammed the door on you, with a loud clack. just like that, the apartment was empty, silent and once again, peaceful.

she’d be back, of course, whether she decides to sleep somewhere else and come back the next day or sneak back in here in the middle of the night on this same day, she always comes back after a fight. still, despite knowing that, you couldn’t help but feel like drowning in your own guilt, as this argument wasn’t like any other other. her pained expression still vivid in your memory and terrorizing you, you were afraid that you might never see her again after that.

that was pure dramatization, however.

the only thing that occupied the deafening silence of the room was the muffled sound of julie sniffling and being on the phone with who you assumed to be that boy, already planning to meet up. then, you could’ve sworn you heard the name “eric?” being pronounced as it progressively faded in the distance as she walked away, basically confirming your theory. 

that’s all that filled your house and your clouded mind.

that, and the sound of your pathetic sobbing.

[raindropsofloev]

You know I accidentally clicked on your profile

And I'm sorry but What the hell does your title mean? 😭

DID YOU LIKE MY BLOG???

My titlee, first one is my name, second one is Bisleri mineral water (I had this theme once) and the third one means LOVE hehe

[xxk3vonicaxx]

... Here we go againn

So Blurry made a doc about me and posted it through a friend of his aandd... Oh boy is it somethingg, it's basically full of already resolved issues (only showing what I did to him and not what he did to mee), out of context screenshotss (as usuall), aand just blatant liess. He tried to claim I was his "abuser" as well 'cause I had held him accountable for his behaviorr (Whichh... Is absolutely crazyy, buut okk)

The only good thing about this was that Blurry referenced my special interest in the titlee, like yess, thank youu✨

Anywayy, onto discussing the docc:

First of alll, I never drew the art to "get back at him" or whateverr, like he so claimss, those aren't my words like he's claiming they aree, I never said I wanted to get back at himm, that's not what it waas:

It was for two reasonss, though the main one is the firstt:

It was meant as a warning for Blurry to try and stop stealing designs from my bestiee

Also I thought it would be a funny warningg (a jokee)

I've literally stated this several timess, how hard is it for someone to understandd? Not to mention I apologized for itt

Just 'cause something is a warning doesn't make it be out of revengee, Doing something as an act to warn someone not to do what they're doing isn't revengefull, don't know why he keeps trying to think it's out of revenge when it's nott

Likee, it's literally stated heree, by my bestiee, that it's a warningg. Neither of us would do this kind of thing to anyone elsee (unless you steal our designss/pass them off as your ownn, this is also a warning for those kind of peoplee), this was solely directed at Blurryy:

Alsoo, why are you calling nudity pornn? You show the dakimakura my bestie drew as one of your exampless, buut that's... Not pornn?

It's literally nudityy, why are you calling it porn when it's nott? What is your logicc?

Anywayy, continuing onn:

The "several userss" Blurry mentioned is his friend Cultc0ree (who has stolen 5 of my OCs aand has tried to slander my name beforee), aand his fans that contacted mee, who were either proshipperss, nsfw accounts that posted clopping (MLP Nsfww)/irl nsfww/yiff (furry nsfww), or bothh. One of which had reposted/supported bad dragonn, a zoophilic companyy... That kind of stuff makes me uncomfyy, of course I'd block those kind of people who post that stufff:

Due to the bad experiences I had with his fanss, I'm not in the furry fandom anymoree. I don't like drawing furries much unless it's my comfort characterr (more on that laterr). I still draw furries/anthro from time to timee, just not as much as I used tooo

Alsoo, Blurry fails to mention what happened after the callout post was madee, that being his father had threatened to dox me and a minor just 'cause I called him outt (shown heree and heree), aand he did nothing about itt, nor does he ever mention his own behavior towards mee

It's also ironic that Blurry says I stalk himm, when he's stalked both me and Mobcrit beforee. Blurry wouldn't know about this blog if he hadn't stalked my following on my alt accountt (which was privatee, my followingg, not my altt), as the blog isn't searchablee:

This is a blog made by the two authors of the Blurry docc, the blog isn't complete yett (as you can seee), buut it's a critique blog for Blurry's loree, like Mobcrit iss

Basicallyy, tumblr had a glitch that had marked your followers private for you in your settingss, buut had made them public on your profilee, aand that's how Blurry had found itt. It's not searchablee, he wouldn't have found it any other wayy

Anywayy, Blurry claims that me holding him accountable for his behavior (referring to my response post from the Blurry docc) is gaslighting according to himm, whichh... Holding someone accountable for their behavior isn't gaslightingg? Huhh??:

As welll, recentlyy, after Cags on Mobcrit posted an ask with someone saying people should rewrite Mob's FON loree, Blurry came into my DMs threatening su*cide and saying Cagney was attacking him 'cause the people on Mobcrit don't like his workk (He thinks I run Mobcrit when I'm just their archivistt, this has been stated multiple times on the blog itselff) ... He conveniently left this out of his docc:

What prompted that convoo, was that Blurry got mad that Cagney on Mobcrit proposed an idea to rewrite Mob's FON loree... Notice how I said MOB'S and not Blurry'ss, completely missing the meaning of the postt:

Cagney's talking about Mob's lore heree, not Blurry'ss. Blurry just can't understand that some people don't like his workk. You have to expect that kind of thing when you post your work so that people can see itt (Oh yeahh, he also calls that "bullyingg" sooo-)

Blurry had also accused me of gaslighting 'cause I had responded to a joke Cagney made (that Blurry gets no maidenss) by joking about it furtherr, whichh... The fact that you're getting upset over a stupid meme kind of confirms that at this pointt-

Anywayy, here was the response to the joke Cags made in questionn:

Aaand here was Blurry calling it gaslightingg:

Alsoo, he had lied to me about him not following NSFW accountss, aand I had called him out on it in that same convoo, as he was following Mob's NSFW account on twitter with his rebranded accountt, which he conveniently left out of his docc. He tried to lie and say that he had followed aand unfollowedd, buut that's a total liee, 'cause the screenshot shown was taken just before Mob deleted the account due to minors following itt:

Heree, he was acting like he was the main victimm, which he also left out of his docc:

Throughout this conversation there were multiple times in which Blurry was saying I was gaslighting himm... When I was holding him accountable for his behaviorr (aand noo, he hadn't apologized for making fun of my typing quirkk, he had lied in his "apologyy", as you guys already knoww:

Another thing to add onn, Blurry claimed I had "stolen an OC", when I actually hadn'tt:

(Notee, I was mad that Mob sold the original Deramu and other Sassy's Palace characters behind people's backss, lying to me that she said she wouldn't sell them at the timee. The new owner is a supporter/friend of Mob's and compared Mobcrit's critiques to school shooterss. This is also literally public infoo)

Also nooo, I never talked to him about this characterr, don't know where he got that fromm:

Mob had actually given me the OC during the recent chat she had with me when I got the rights to use the plants for Plantae backk (this is also public infoo, it's literally in the Mobcrit archivee), aand Mob had approved of the changes I had made to him after she gave him to mee:

Original design on the leftt, my redesign on the rightt, I liked it 'cause I thought it looked like my comfort characterr, hence the namee:

Anywayy, yeahh, that's not theftt, I literally got this OC for free along with my rights for the plantss. This is literally public infoo, I don't know why it was even mentioned in the doc in the first place since it has nothing to do with Blurry at alll

Mobcrit's probably gonna reblog this anywayy, buut there was some blatant lies that Blurry had said about them that just aren't truee (claiming the admins of Mobcrit were transphobic when in reality they were calling out people for their transphobia/using xenogenderss), also Blurry defends Mob in this specific part of the document as welll, mmm

[phantomime-para]

I remember when the prototype of Crimson Snow released back in 2022. A few months after the prototype's releasee, another game with literally the same title got releasedd, and it got a lot more tractionn (this was a horror game that released around the holidayss, Markiplier and Coryxkenshin played it and everythingg)

And I was sitting there like: "Heyy, if someone wants to find my gamee, they can't find it that easily due to the popularity of the otherr, and they could also get confused and think that the horror game is mine when it wasn'tt, due to them sharing the same titlee"

So I had talked to the devs about the issuee, aand they were really nice about itt, so they changed the title to show the year date of release instead of the standalone titlee (The year it officially released was 2023) and made an update on their Steam page about itt

And I look back at that noww, as me and my bestie work on the full game from that 2022 prototype we madee, and I thinkk: "Mann, that was really nice of themm, I hope other game devs support each other like this in the futuree" X)

[penaltyboxboxbox]

wip title game 🫡❤️ got tagged by the wonderful @wewentcarracing

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

i am tragically bad and slow at writing so theres honestly more than i expected lol...some of which ive shared before but i'll share new bits if they get picked lol

• 141831

• dinner party

• weepy

• curva parabolica

• quién es un buen perrito

• het strollonso 😅😅😅

• TITLEE grindr fic

• Finer Things

• laundry

and i think ive literally seen like every fic writer i follow do this already my god.......if you see this and feel compelled consider this your sign. i am speaking directly to you 🫵

[mourningsaint]

npts related to journalism?

Pronouns and Titles related to Jounalism

Pronouns — Jour/Journalism, Re/Report, New/News, Jou/Journal. . .

Titlees — The Investigator, The Newsman/Newswoman, The One who writes the newspaper, The Reporter, The Journalist. . .

Sorry I couldn’t find any names :( also sorry for the lack of pronouns. . .

[tenpixelsusie]

did you do something . are you youtube apologizing in your titlee and description bronx

no its a severance quote dwbi

[mmoxie]

Part 0 - Preamble.

Wilson Titlee.

You deserve it.

Those three words loomed over Dani as she started up past the automated doors. An old slogan waiting to be remodeled away, lit in the pale shades of orange and yellow comprising the logo above.

Most of a month ago, Dani had turned in a paper application. The woman at the customer service desk- Gina, she remembered- had seemed optimistic.

"Shit, we'll take all the help we can get around here, hon."

And then she waited, frittering checks out of her little nest egg to keep the lights on, renting a stack of tapes every Saturday and sitting by the phone, waiting on any one of a dozen callbacks.

Her fortieth birthday passed a few months back, and she remembered celebrating with a few friends at a seafood restaurant. It wasn't that long ago that she was living her best life between bites of fried flounder and hushpuppies, washed down with the coldest beer three American dollars could buy.

Life was good. She was finally going to finish her degree, she had quit smoking, and her landlord- by all accounts the oldest woman in Erewhon County- had looked her right in the eye after a missed rent check and said the kindest sentence she'd heard in her entire adult life-

"I think I've got everything I need, hon. How 'bout you just keep it all in one piece for me?"

Unfortunately, that verbal agreement didn't stand up in small claims court, and before she could get comfortable in a life without rent, the entire building- built in 1919 as a stopover for riverboat merchants coming inland from the Mississippi- was gone.

Chevette wasn't a bad town, but nothing could stay there anymore. Every time someone built a plaza or opened a restaurant to "stimulate the economy," it inevitably came with the shutdown of beloved institutions like Fiorello's Pizza or the Shoot n' Scoot.

And then there was the Wilson Titlee, proudly serving the same six hundred or so people, week after week. Only grocery store in town. Leftover appendix of a bigger chain that you find all over the state.

It was the only game in town with a paycheck that didn't come out of some sweet old retiree who remembered when a nickel could get you a handful of Atkinson's peanut butter bars.

She stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray mounted atop a concrete trash can, then dropped an empty softpack of Pall Mall Blues into the bag beneath.

That was six years ago.

Now in 2014, the place she accepted as a sensible job to tide her over a while felt like a bear trap around her ankle. The news had gone to shit- nobody talked about clones anymore, what happened to Dolly? There weren't any news stories about aliens or fossilized bacteria on Mars, or zoo animals learning sign language or how to skateboard.

It was all bullshit, but she was miserable to realize that she had relied on that bullshit. It was padding in a world that was always rough with her. You could absorb a lot more in terms of trouble and woe if you had a home video of a guy getting his pants torn off by a hungry horse wrapped around your brain.

Couldn't rent from Blockbuster anymore, either. What a world.

"You on the desk today, hon?" Gina asked with a sympathetic grin.

"Nah, no lotto duty today. Some guy from district is coming in, so I'm gonna find some work in the back. Maybe help out in the dairy cooler."

Gina chuckled at that. She always seemed to take Dani's growing contempt for every moving part of the company with a kind of vague agreement, but would never go beyond joking.

There was a time when they talked about other things. There was once an outage at the lotto counter, and the two of them had talked about Heat and Goodfellas for three hours straight. Now it was just the news, the company, and why the company was in the news this time.

Dani had a routine. It wasn't always the same, but it was always something like this:

Clock in.

Wander over to deli.

Get a cheese biscuit and a bottle of sweet tea.

Eat in the stockroom while reading the latest post-its on the wall.

Run freight- groceryside got trucks every single day. She liked the one with the pantry goods best. Nobody else wanted to handle glass pickle jars and forty pound bags of rice.

Work slowly until lunch. Bottom shelf to top shelf. Knees and back hurt too much for any unnecessary bending.

Walk across the parking lot to Shoney's for lunch. Try a wedge salad, hate it, and get a seafood plate.

Walk across the parking lot and clock in again.

Spiritually-mandated paid bathroom break.

Check in on the latest display project. Might be doing something fancy with cans of beans, or filling up a big bin with chips.

Help out until last break.

Smoke.

Check the schedule for 30 minutes to an hour. If anyone asks, there's vacation planning in the future.

Clock out, go home, check on the crock pot, feed Seebs.

This repeated five or six days a week, and then there would be a blessed day or two of rest, listening to the radio in bed and talking on the phone with mom. Maybe they'd have a laugh about gray hairs coming in, or reminisce about going to Action Park in her junior year at Jim Bagby. Her first time on a train, too! She missed trains.

And then Seebs- Sebastian, like that kid from Neverending Story- would lay twenty-three pounds of cat on her chest while she dozed off, and before she knew it, the bear trap would close on her leg again.

All this she could tolerate- maybe in perpetuity- if it weren't for the fact that she saw Office Space in theaters half a lifetime ago.

Peter Gibbons was in her head ever since.

"I'd say, in a given week, I probably only do about 15 minutes of real, actual work."

"And here's something else, Bob. I have 8 bosses right now."

“Eight, Bob. So that means that when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That's my only real motivation is not to be hassled, that and the fear of losing my job. But you know, Bob, that will only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired.”

When the opening shift lead, the front end lead, the stock crew head, the assistant store lead, the director, the coordinator, the chief merchandiser, and the standards manager had all, in a row, asked her if she had received a certain e-mail about how they were going to "build out" the most recent delivery of barbecue sauce, because if she had, she wouldn't have just merched them right on the shelf...

...It was too real. Too much. She tried to reach for that Peter Gibbons zen, tried to hypnotize herself into a happy place that existed somewhere on the other side of acceptance- and instead just grit her teeth harder, and harder, and harder.

These days, she went home with pain in her neck and jaw from stress alone. She couldn't put up with much more.

One of these days, she was just going to... blow up.

Next->

[twst-drabbles]

Everytime i read After God (it's a manga) i always tell myself that it's one of good reference for drawing an eldritch god because well it is about eldritch god and the artstyle is good as well

I like it when they said that the God's or IPO's can only be seen by the naked eye and cannot be seen through phone lense

And there is a vid on yt titleed SCP: OVERLORD by Evan Royalty,the creatures cannot be seen by the naked eye but they can be killed just by using normal guns,so they can only be seen by a special recording device

Ah, always been a big fan of both scary eldritch gods and eerily beautiful eldritch gods, always so fun to see and read about. I actually have been slowly crafting an eldritch universe as an original project. Originally was going to have it be a set of short novellas but the more I look at it, the more it seems suiting to be a text adventure. However, again, my mentally ill brain never goes with what I truly need to do, so whether I actually get around to it without some sort of outside pressure, well...we'll see. It's difficult, trying to self motivate since simply trying to force myself is...next to impossible honestly.

I hope to show off that project one day. I think it's neat, making all these eldritch monsters and gods and their resulting influence over the world. Basically a world that's just an excuse to make weird shit happen and weave a story in all muck. It's fun, it's fun.

Also, I did read that manga. And yeah, I like it. Art's good! Neat! And the main focus is on the platonic bonds which is my shit.

[istoleherheart-3008]

Nanku baitha likhne titlee pe gaane✨

Ooh meri chadar oodh so gayi, teri khushbu aa rahi✨

Jai bhole🛐

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

WAIT I JUST SAW UR BLOG TITLEE. HEHEHEHEEE

^__^

[whydoibe]

Chapter 2 the merg part 2

"I can't believe I am actually in the monstary" arin screeched in delite while entering the court yard.

"I gotta say I kinds get your ninja random now this place is awesome" sora stated.

Wyldfrye looked at them confused " why is this place is ok but I've seen better" she huffed jay looked affened before notcing something off.

"Heatwave" Jay cried as a dragon flew upwards from a cave on the side of the monstary it was red and had golden horns "hello sorry for taking longer than normal We got some new friends" Jay stated pointing to arin and sora the dragon played little mind rolling its eyes turning to face the baby riyu with curiosity as they stared before turning to wyldfrye croaking something which made wyldfrye look slightly annoyed.

" I can't be grounded it was jays fault" the dragon turned to jay as he nodded. It looked back gruntee and flew to rest on top of the monstary.

Jay looked around "thunder" Jay cried as a serptinint like dragon flew upwards the blue and green dragon circled multiple times clouds surrounding it lighting crackling it landed looking a lot smaller with out his cloud cover jay reached petting his neck smilling " Don't be shy give him a pet he doesn't bite i think"

"You think" sora looked hestint

"He's joking sora jays the jokster of the ninja" arin reassured petting the dragon that leans into it, chirping at it. Sora walked over, petting its neck as it leaned closer before suddenly running towards jay, licking him on the head

"Yes I missed you to thunder" Jay relented.

"So when are we leaving to riyus tribe you said you new where it was" sora asked

" Well we have it's pretty far so we can't use the dragons so I need the bounty but I kinds crashed it so"

"YOU CRASHED THE BOUNTY" sora and arin stated at the same exact time.

"OK there are reasons the others are the ones who fly I get lost in storms and naturally go towards them weather I want to or not my sub counouis doesn't like me much"

"You could say that a hundred times" wyldfrye stated.

" then how are we going to get there" sora questioned

"With the new bounty but one problem, it doesn't fly yet." Arin and sora looked at each other confused as they followed jay through the monstary, passing a hallway of portraits. Each one they passed Zane with a small flash drive sitting in front of it. They passed pixels with the samrui helmet sitting in front of it, then Lloyd's, which had in front of it a blade with a tasle and chain at the end and greens jade's in the blade. Then they passed a portrait of Cole in front of layed a trophie with a fang coming out of the fangcup. How'd jay get it was beyond arin and sora if she knew what it meant. Then they passed a portrait of nya. What was in front of it was a vase with 6 differently covered roses in it, and next to it, a medline laid placed ever so carefully in the case. Then they came to portrait of wu and infront stood the masters tea pot with what smelled like tea leaves in it. Then the final one of kais portraits the frame was adorned in roses and flowers and in its frame the words forever in our hearts and to rest in peace where adorned and infront of it stood a red gi neatly folded and a totch very much lit flickered in the light and a small picture of jay and kai jay smiling with kai looking annoyed they stood holding thier golden weapons. Jay walked past all the others but stopped and bowed to kais Portrait. Before continuing onwards to the TV, his hand flickered with lighting as an elevator appeared, and jay stood in it as wyldfrye arin and sora followed. They desended as the elevator stopped the doors opened and sora and arin took in the shier amount of machines in the center thier appeared a work bench in the middle were blueprints sora ran over to the table arin quickly followed it showed the design of a mech blue with red parts on the outside it had been sketched so messily yet so neatly. She understood it she could build this until she noticed that the mech had been built and stood only 20 meters from where she stood.

"Cool" she muttered as she ran over arin followed.

"Amzing" arin whispered in astonishment wonder in his eyes.

"Ahem" jay cleared his throat getting the kids attion as he pointed to a ship that looked weirdly complete for something incomplete " this is the new bounty sora and arin this is the ship that has ceased me head ach after head ach because it won't keep power but I recon with your element sora we could complete this rust bucket" Jay finished as wyldfrye followed jay onto the ship quickly being joined by sora and arin. Jay opened the hatch jumping down sora followed behind him arin and wyldfrye standing on the deck until jay jumped out after entrusting sora with fixing it.

"So what happened to you did the ninja know the merg was going to happen" arin inquired

"We didn't know arin it was a normal day in had just gotten back from seeing with nya Ray and Maya Lloyd was helping sensi discussing something I didn't pay attention then the storm set in the merg was happening i grabbed my mech and flew straight into the storm and saw all my friends the ninja all of them be dragged into as it finally qwelled calming I landed in the monstary and tried to look at sensis research it was destroyed. What about u and sora"

"I lost my parents in the merg and moved into the cross words, and that's where I met sora she ran away from imperium and won't tell me why"

"Hmm she probaly has her reasons," Jay stopped before looking to riyu and giving the small dragon a pet "adorable little thing aren't u well any way"

"What happened to the ninja after the merg" Jay suddenly tensed up and looked terrfied

"Well arin truth be told I don't know I woke up here and even when I got the bounty I only explored for 3 mouths visted many mountains a valley i call the land of lost things the cragglings and drawed out the earth dragon threat and relocated them that's where I met wyldfrye and i got scared she holds the element of fire which and she hasn't met kai so the only logical awnser is kais dead and I stopped exploring only going to the cross roads and back I don't want learn I'm alone that's what happened and oh yeah preventing the world from ripping itself apart"

" What do you mean" crash arin looked over to see an annoyed sora.

"Please riyu give me a boost I know jay thinks I have the power in myself but I need your help" the dragon looked at her conffussed clicking and flipping.

"What I meant arin is that there merg left scars on the world things called merg quakes after shocks cracks that weirdly unff only elemental power can seal up"

Arin seemed to realise jay was getting sad before turning to sora.

"Hey riyu, please give me the boost," sora pleaded. Jay turned her head and nodded to the dragon. riyu glowed, giving a boost to sora as she blasted the engine, fixing it jay jumped down eyes glowing and suddenly the engine was charged perfect.

"OK you guys ready let's go" Jay stated the doors opening as he started to steer the ship towards the exit exiting and starting to go north towards the mountains. Jay stared at the open winds letting a memories flow in of him traing with Lloyd when he was just mastering his powers he smiled knowing Lloyd's to stubborn to die' you thought kai wouldn't die yet he's dead' jay shook that thought out of his head tears forming as he saw sora struggle to use her power as wyldfyre tried to tell her just to do it.

"When you feel a spark coming on, don't hide it, harness it." Those words fluttered into his head. He remembered that day it was peaceful, the devour dead, and garmdon somewhat knocked down a peg. Jay set the bounty to auto pilot and walked down to the ninja in training.

"Jay shouldn't you be flying the ship" arin asked

"Auto pilot," Jay stated as if it was obvious it was, but hey, arin was still young. "Any way here's a bit of advice sora a power can be tricky and difficult to reach your true potential so I want you to listen well when you feel a spark coming on don't try to run from it feel it let it guide you let it command you but command it then harness it" Jay finished displaying his lighting grabbing a set of nunchucks being to show the new ninja how to use them and asking them to have a go. Arin imdently getting hot on the hit by himself. Sora faring not much better instead hitting wyldfyre by accident wyldfrue just lit the things on fire and started chasing sora eventually stopping catching jays disproving glare. Before resuming getting angry jay turned to look down at the small dragon petting it as it ran around a nunchuck in its mouth.

"I think it's bed time to all of u " Jay stated pointing to the rooms "sleep all of you" Jay stated the last part pointing to the small dragon as arin sora and riyu going exhausted clearly but wyldfrye looked confused. "Something bothering you"

"No it just" she paused then turned to face jay hugging him. Jay looked shocked by the gesture looking down at her hugging her back "thank u jay those imperuim goons scared me what if they came after heat wave before I met u" Jay smiled

"Wyldfrye, don't ponder on what ifs thier not that fun ponder on the know and how to live it" Jay shuddered as he released he sounded like wu he didn't and did kinda like it wierd. Wyldfyre looked at him running off suddenly jay was alone on the deck he stared at the sea smilling at it it was beautifull much like its master he rembered that day it was a bad day one off his darkest but one that made him go kinda crazy over half glasses of sea water.

Jay stood atop the light house staring at the sea he smiled a note written and placed for when invedbley one of the ninja come looking for him jay harrnsed his lightning placing in an orb instructing it to go to pixel at his death the sparkling lightning remained still jay turned and ran to jump intending to end it all thinking nothing's worth living anymore he loved his family but they all shut him out when they needed each other most when he needed them most non if them listened to his pleas he new when pixel powered up with lighting at her hands shed tell Zane who'd tell Cole who'd tell wu how'd run to the light house only to find the letter and hopefully not morn him he didn't deserve that much devotion then he thought about the impact on the ninja of he died than the ninja would more so much him nya they didn't deserve that but they shut him out a dark vioce crooked in his mind jay was pumping towards the ground before the sea gravitated upwards toward shim and he saw her she smiled at him gently placing him on the shore before displaying no he'd cry but hw knew that no matter what nya was there for him.

Jay returned to reality, turning to go pilot the ship, passing over a valley with fog and that God forsaken hoarder they should arrive by moring.

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Ok I am sorry that the fight and the start of the mystery is next chapter this became angst quickly

[faeriesofarcadia]

Not real except for krogers. The rest are analogies of stores. Like Wilson titlee is a fusion of Piggly wiggly and Harris teeter