#I had to format the computer

[titenoute]

Meme redraw OG Rayman prefers to choose kindness whenever he can...

V.2 :

But sometimes, you gotta send a message.

#...that's the second time I draw a relatively pacifist cartoonish character choosing violence in the span of 2 years #and he's purple themed too...kinda #uh #it's not much but it's weird it happened twice #oh well #ramon #rayman #it's been a struggle with those pictures bc guess what #I had to format the computer #and I *thought* I had all my CSP materials backed up in a file #but apparently they changed the placement of the material files without a warning and I didn't back up jack on the cloud #I have a few brushes I had put aside just in case and did well to do so #but all the brush and presets I've created are gone...color palettes included #i am an adult i am not going to cry #back up your material files kids #don't be like me #meme

[momotonescreaming]

Trying my hand at something different based off of a silly text post I made about a 90s/00s chatfic au. Not 100% sure if I'll continue it yet, so please let me know what you think! 💜❤️

Eddie couldn’t lie to himself that his heart skipped a beat when he got the notification. When he saw who the notification was for. The familiar bloop noise and the little pop up at the corner of the screen.

KingSteve85 is Online

Finally. Steve had moved away for college almost two weeks ago now, and Eddie had barely heard from him. Logically he knows that he and Robin needed the time to drive up, and set up in their cramped little dorms, and do other fancy college orientation things. But he missed them. Now that he had them, people who weren’t scared of him, people who weren’t afraid to call him out on his shit, people who got it. They talked almost every day after… everything.

Eddie would log on to the shitty old computer he and Wayne had fixed up and wedged in the corner of the trailer, scroll the internet, listen to music — and chat with Steve. He was a good fucking guy. And funny. And hot. And now it felt weird not chatting to him every day. Not logging on after a shift at Thatcher Tyre to find the little green Online dot next to his username. Not logging on at 2am after a nightmare to find Steve also online.

But Steve’s at college now, and his PC is currently boxed up in Robin’s childhood bedroom. Didn’t trust his new roommate, he said. Or his parents, after he moved out.

Without hesitating, ignoring the flip of his stomach and beat of his heart — he sends Steve a message.

c0rr0d3d_3dd13: soooooo how was ur 1st wk of college? :D

Steve replies immediately.

KingSteve85: so crazy haha KingSteve85: sorry i haven’t been online haha c0rr0d3d_3dd13: lol allgud. i know ur a big college boy now C0rr0d3d_3dd13: don’t have time 4 me anymor lol ;_;

Eddie cringes as soon as he says it, as soon as he hears the click of the enter key sending the message. Recoiling into a ball, hands over his face, curling up on the wheeled office chair, he lets himself spin as he watches the screen. Waits for the KingSteve85 is typing… message to pop up. God, Steve’s barely left and Eddie’s already a needy, self deprecating, mess.

Fuck his life. Crushes are stupid.

Because that’s what that is. He can admit that to himself now. Now that Steve’s left. He’s got a big, fat, gay crush on Steve Harrington. Him and all the other repressed queer kids at Hawkins High. What a cliché.

The computer pings with a new message, and his gaze is ripped towards the screen.

KingSteve85: never! there was just a lot of events and stuff this first week KingSteve85: did not have time to go to the library and log on lol KingSteve85: haven’t even called Dustin yet c0rr0d3d_3dd13: ur messaging me b4 dusty? Ur gonna make a girl blush harrington

Hunched over on the office chair with the broken wheel, at the computer he helped fix, with the shoddy speakers him and Wayne haven’t gotten around to yet — Eddie felt special. Dustin was Steve’s brother, one of his best friends. And yet Steve chose to message him first.

He tries to humble himself, hold back the blush with the knowledge that if Robin went to a different college than Steve (which was highly unlikely), he would have messaged her first. But Robin isn’t at a different college. And Eddie got the message first.

c0rr0d3d_3dd13: wot sort of events were there? music and drinking? Rotfl KingSteve85: literally yes haha KingSteve85: during the day there were like,,, tours and stalls advertising clubs and stuff KingSteve85: but as soon as it was night it all popped off haha c0rr0d3d_3dd13: u go 2 any? KingSteve85: some! not a lot haha. Robs wasn’t super excited and i didn’t want to leave her alone

It warmed his cynical heart, how much Steve cared for Robin. And how much she cared for him in return. They cared, and they love each other so much. Eddie thinks they’d still be close, even without all the debilitating trauma that glued them together. Robin had mentioned wanting to merge her and Steve into one being before, so they could always be close and balance each other out. Steve had immediately agreed.

Eddie had friends in the Corroded Coffin boys, but he wasn’t sure if they were at the ‘merge into one mega being’ stage of their friendship yet. Maybe Jeff. Jeff had gone off to college this year with Frank — to a different place than Steve and Robin — and Eddie had already received a postcard from him. It was nice to not be forgotten. A part of him wondered if he would be, when everyone went off to college.

But Jeff didn’t. Steve didn’t.

c0rr0d3d_3dd13: wot a gentleman lol c0rr0d3d_3dd13: wots ur timetable lik now? KingSteve85: fucking crazy dude KingSteve85: got lectures & tutorials & work & been thinking about doing a sport again c0rr0d3d_3dd13: which sport lol? u’ve got like… 3 to pick from c0rr0d3d_3dd13: ALSO DAMN DUDE THATS BUSY KingSteve85: i guess haha KingSteve85: been thinking either basketball or swimming. maybe baseball lol KingSteve85: which’ll add practices and meets and games and stuff haha

Before he left, Steve had quietly admitted that he wasn’t sure if he’d try out for a sport or not. During his senior year Billy Hargrove gave him a concussion so bad it benched him for months, and he’d spent ages trying to work back up to it again. So he could play without wanting to puke. And then he didn’t get into college when he applied to the fancy schools his dad made him apply for, and he missed out on any possible scholarships he would’ve gotten.

And he would’ve gotten them. Eddie’s not much of a sports guy, but he knows Steve was good. Great. One of the best.

Eddie quietly believed in Steve. He wouldn’t be himself unless he was exercising or playing a sport. You could see it in his face when he watched a game with Robin, when he played pick-up basketball with Lucas. It made him happy. So Eddie wanted Steve to try out. He was at the sappy stage where the thought of Steve being happy made his heart swell. He was happy he was happy.

(A part of Eddie just wondered if maybe Steve could be happy with him.)

c0rr0d3d_3dd13: do it!! i’ll cheer 4 u from here c0rr0d3d_3dd13: but leave som time free lol or u’ll go mad KingSteve85: enough free time i can chat w you? Haha

His hear clenches at the fact that it was Steve who bought it up. Their chatting. Maybe he thinks of it as often as Eddie does.

c0rr0d3d_3dd13: obvs??? c0rr0d3d_3dd13: if u 4get ab me im gonna cry dude KingSteve85: of course i won’t haha KingSteve85: gotta chat w you so you won’t go crazy back in Hawkins c0rr0d3d_3dd13: and i’ll make sure u don’t go crazy over there with your full ass schedule KingSteve85: its not that bad haha KingSteve85: but thank u c0rr0d3d_3dd13: i’d argue it *is* that bad c0rr0d3d_3dd13: i hav a full time job and the thought of ur schedule makes me cry

Wayne had managed to get him a job at Thatcher Tyre, through a few mutual acquaintances and a favour he had yet to cash in. It made him feel like one of those rich shit kids who go to college on daddy’s money and get a job in his company without having to work for it. The type of kid Steve was.

But Eddie can’t be picky now, and he and Wayne need the money. He’s good at cars, doesn’t completely hate it, and it pays. So he bit his lip, and now he has a full time job with a schedule of his own.

It is not as busy as Steve’s. He knows if he asks Robin, hers will be the same. Filled with band practices and sports games. Birds of a feather.

KingSteve85: i’m used to it haha KingSteve85: at least i’m only planning on one sport and not two lol c0rr0d3d_3dd13: u better stick to that harrington c0rr0d3d_3dd13: or i’ll drive up there and kick ur ass until you take care of urself

There’s a pause. The KingSteve85 is typing… message flickered on the screen, loading whatever message Steve was typing.

It eventually came through.

KingSteve85: i promise. but maybe i should break that rule so you can come visit c0rr0d3d_3dd13: u dont have 2 con me into visiting stevie. just say the word

Another pause.

KingSteve85: i will

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #steddie au #chatfic #kinda #My Writing #momo.txt #kinda want to continue this just so i can include a scene where Wayne kicks Eddie off the computer so he can use the phone #dial up my old friend #unbeta'd haha i wrote this in one sitting #so if u see any mistakes no u dont <3 #idk i had fun with the formatting and the chatspeak!

[bericas]

lil nas x (lost in the citadel) / boygenius (salt in the wound) / beach bunny (painkiller) / lucy dacus (strange torpedo) / beatrice eli (coward) / to kill a king (bloody shirt, bastille remix) / paramore (forgiveness) / taylor swift (untouchable) / mitski (i bet on losing dogs) / lucy dacus (body to flame) / florence + the machine (falling)

#twedit #sceoedit #sceo #lyricsongifs #teenwolfplus #REPOST BC I MESSED UP THE FORMAT AND DIDNT NOTICE<3 #anyway! ive had this forver im so excited to have it off of my computer #i love them so bad #tw #scott mccall #theo raeken #the way over half of this is from s6 crumbs btw. the devil works hard but i work harder #i want to ramble and be insane butim sleepy and i feel like this is insane enough to speak for itself #ok mwah mwah goodnight

[rpfisfine]

i just took ????? my online exam for computational linguistics ?:??? and when you skipped a question bc u didnt know the answer & wanted to come back to it later ????? u had no way of going back to the skipped question without unchecking ????? all the answers youve marked so far ??????????? so i failed ????????

#im literally like at my wits end every single online exam weve ever had had the same format and you could ALWAYS like . #skip the questions as you liked or take the entire exam in like an arbitrary order ?????????????? #?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? #granted i didnt study at all but i knew i could still pull it off like its an online exam come on #im gonna ask my friends if they also had the same issue bc there is literally no way this was like a mistake on my computer's part or sth #but if they actually did design the exam this way theyre genuinely deeply messed up and twisted individuals what the hell. #thats like if you were taking the exam in a classroom on paper and they didnt let you flip the page or only forced you to look at it #in like the actual 'correct' chronological order #mp

[drarrypotterrenaissance]

A Walking Heroic History

"Besides,” Harry said, “It seems pretty simple to me. You were a git, and I hated you. Now you’re not a git, and I love you. Easy as that.” For @harryjamespotterweek 2023, Day 3 (Scars, Enemies to Lovers) Rated T, 1.2k words. Read on ao3 here

“What about this one?” Draco’s fingers, tacky with sea salt, caught on Harry’s skin, just above his hip.

“Third year. The Whomping Willow got me, I think, or maybe it was when I fell by the lake with the Dementors after that.”

Draco bent to place a gentle kiss on the scar, then his fingers continued their exploration up Harry’s side.

“This one?” he asked, pressing a small kiss to it preemptively, smirking when Harry twitched away, huffing out a laugh.

“That tickles.”

Draco did it again, just to make him squirm.

“Fell out of a tree when I was eight. I bounced when I hit the ground, but a branch caught me first.”

One last, tickling kiss, and Draco moved on again.

Over Harry’s shoulder - “I genuinely have no clue, I just noticed it one day in fifth year,” - down Harry’s arm - “Wormtail, in the cemetery, fourth year,” - all the way to his hand.

“Umbridge and her evil quill in fifth year.”

Draco linked their fingers and lay back, pulling Harry’s hand up to his mouth for another kiss, gritty with the sand stuck to his skin.

“We all wondered about that, you know,” Draco said, idly tracing the letters. “In Slytherin. We all knew you had cuts on the back of your hands Blaise even set up a betting pool on it.”

“Who won?”

“Daphne Greengrass. She asked a Gryffindor boy who had seen you in the common room and he told her. To hear her tell it, she seduced it out of him, but I suspect he didn’t see any reason not to answer her when she asked.”

Harry gave another small laugh, sun-warm and content, and after a moment, Draco continued.

“I am sorry, about all of that. I don’t think I mentioned that when I said- before. But I am sorry for the Inquisitorial Squad, and what she did to you.”

Harry gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. I know.” In an even softer voice, he added, “I still remember what you said that first time. Besides,” Harry said, continuing on at his normal volume, “It seems pretty simple to me. You were a git, and I hated you. Now you’re not a git, and I love you. Easy as that.”

Draco squeezed his hand back, and Harry kissed his fingertips.

“Second year,” said Draco, and Harry hummed a question in response. “On my ring finger, on the side, near where you kissed, there’s a scar from second year.”

Harry sought it out, found it between Draco’s second and third knuckles, pointing to the place where Harry suspected he would put a ring someday in the near future. It was still too soon to be proposing, but Harry kissed the shiny silver scar, and then kissed the bottom of Draco’s finger too, as a placeholder for now.

“What happened?” Harry asked, “Did the Basilisk get you too?”

Draco elbowed him hard in the ribs.

“No. You did, actually.”

“What? When did I hurt you in second year?” Harry was sure he would have remembered attacking Draco in second year, not least of all because Draco would have thrown such a fit that everyone in Hogwarts would have surely remembered it.

“During the Dueling Club,” Draco said, his smug smile evident even in his voice.

“I did not!” Harry protested, sitting up so fast he flung sand into Draco’s face.

Draco tossed his head to flick the errant sand away, then opened his eyes looking incredibly pleased with himself.

“You did. You sent me flying back, and I scraped my finger on the ground.”

Harry couldn’t see his own face, but he was sure it looked as unimpressed as he felt.

“That’s hardly anything! How on earth did it scar? Why didn’t you have someone heal you? It can’t have been that bad, or else someone would have noticed the blood.”

“Well, it wasn’t that bad at first, Potter,” Draco drawled, so horribly self-satisfied Harry almost choked on it. “But you see, I hated you then, because you had refused my offer of friendship, and everyone thought you were the Heir of Slytherin, and I just couldn’t let any of that go. So, I didn’t let it heal, and kept making it worse, because you were my sworn enemy, and I wanted the burden of being marked by your cruel villainy for the rest of my life.”

Harry blinked down at him for a second, then said, “You’re insane.”

“I was twelve, everyone’s like that when they’re twelve,” Draco responded placidly, so sure of himself that Harry wanted to contradict him, wanted to tell him no, not everyone is like that when they’re twelve. But then, he remembered that he, Ron, and Hermione had spent the first half of that year brewing Polyjuice Potion because they were convinced Draco was the Heir of Slytherin, and the sheer hypocrisy of saying that made him pause.

Finally, he just kissed Draco’s petty little scar and let their hands fall back to the beach.

“Whatever you say, Draco.”

A few more moments passed in silence, both of them listening to the crash of the waves before Draco spoke again.

“I like them, you know. Your scars.”

Harry had known this for a while; Draco’s hands often sought them out as though they were there to mark the places Harry was meant to be held, pieced back together under a loving and careful touch.

“I don’t like that you had to suffer to get them, of course,” Draco continued, thumb stroking over the back of Harry’s hand as if to read the words carved there through touch alone. “I truly am sorry about that, even about the hurts I didn’t cause. But I like history, I always have, and growing up I liked stories about heroes best of all. And you, you’re a walking heroic history, and I like seeing that. Of course, it also reminds me that you’re a reckless, self-sacrificing moron on occasion too, but I feel that’s just a reminder that you need to keep me around so at least one of us is looking out for you.”

And then, never one to want attention paid to him after being too nice, Draco put his head on Harry’s shoulder and indicated with every fibre of his being that their conversation was now over, and he was going to relax for the rest of the afternoon.

Harry intended to do the same, letting the sound of the waves, the steady rise and fall of Draco’s breath, and the rhythmic carding of his fingers through Draco’s hair soothe him. But, at the same time, he found he couldn’t help but turn over Draco’s words in his mind.

Harry had never really thought much about his body before - it had always done what he had needed it to do, and it hadn’t hindered him, parts/he had never had cause to contemplate himself in the way Draco clearly had. Harry supposed, if pressed, he would say that he liked how much he resembled his parents, the first people ever to love him, and the first people he lost, living on a bit through him. But hearing how Draco thought about him, what he liked about the scar on Harry that had just seemed like collateral damage in a much bigger fight, that made Harry re-evaluate his own blind neutrality.

He pulled Draco’s hand to his mouth to kiss his precious little scar again, and Draco, napping lightly beside him, moved his hand to cover the scar on Harry’s chest, and smiled in his sleep.

#hjpweek2023 #drarry #drarry fic #enemies to lovers #fluff #my fic #my writing #getting this posted put me through the wringer y'all - i wrote it by hand at work and then my computer stopped working #so i had to type it all out on my ipad and email it to myself so i could format it and post it on my phone #and trying to post with html on ao3 from a phone was not my favourite experience #nevermind trying to keep the formatting as i posted here too #idk how anyone who only writes/posts from their phone does it

[ravensilversea]

Kitchen Knives Aren't Meant for Stabbing

Summary: Why do the Famiglias keep sending their unwanted children on suicide hits? They can't really believe that a child will be the one to kill the World's Greatest Hitman?

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Adult Arcobaleno (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Child Sawada Tsunayoshi, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Attempted Murder, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Accidental Baby Acquisition

Originally posted here but it's getting a new post because I moved blogs a few years ago and it broke some things :)

Someone’s following him and has been for some time now. He turns down an alley, and his shadow follows, seemingly untired from the merry chase he’s given them around the city. He stops halfway down the alley and gently tugs at the cuffs of his sleeves. “Can I help you?” he asks.

His shadow’s breath hitches, and o mio Dio, his shadow sounds so young. Why do the Famiglias keep sending their unwanted children on suicide hits? He turns around and catches his shadow’s small wrist mid-stab. He blinks at the very normal kitchen knife in the boy’s hand before taking it from him and stowing it in on of his inner jacket pockets.

The boy’s absolutely tiny; he’s practically sitting on the filthy ground to be face-height with the child. The boy’s frantic pulls on his trapped arm have no effect. There’s so much dirt in the boy’s brown hair and almost as much hatred in narrowed brown eyes. The boy’s teeth are bared, and there’s definitely a sunkenness to the dirt-covered cheeks.

He sighs. The boy wasn’t from a Famiglia, not anymore at least. Even the Carcassa and Bovino feed all their kids. Not to mention supply them with more than a basic kitchen knife when going after the World’s Greatest Hitman. “Come ti chiami?” he asks the boy.

Ao3

The boy’s glare narrows further, and he repeats the question. This time the boy mutters something and yanks backwards. The boy takes a deep breath and yells, “Let me go, you bastard!” in Japanese.

He keeps a steady gaze on the boy’s face, and a firm hand on the thin arm. “What is your name?” he asks again, this time in Japanese.

“Don’t act like you don’t know, Vongola,” the boy spits. “Now, let me go! And give me back my knife!” Tears gather in the boy’s eyes, but the boy gallantly blinks them away.

“I do not know who you are, and I am not Vongola,” he says calmly. “I am merely affiliated with them.”

“Close enough,” the boy snarls. The boy twists his arm in his grip. “I’ll kill you either way.”

“What’s more dangerous- you, or me? Someone trained and skilled and very very stable? Or a child still learning how to handle a knife with the emotional turbulence of the Wright brothers’ aircraft?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “You’re certainly more dangerous to yourself than me, you know.”

“I don’t care!” Tears finally roll down the boy’s cheeks. “I’m going to kill you and every other Vongola I can find. Because it’s not fair! Kaa-san’s dead because of you!”

Well, shit. Civilian children on a self-imposed revenge mission really aren’t his usual fare of stray. Street kids generally try to pick his pocket or make a good faith effort to loot his dead body. “Kid, I am sorry your mother’s dead,” he says. “But are you sure Vongola’s responsible?” The boy snarls, and he continues over him, “Because as far as I know, Vongola has not issued a hit on a single mother or a hit in Japan for that matter.”

“They had to have!” The boy’s cheeks are soaked with tears. “The men all spoke that language you were speaking, and they kept saying, ‘Vongola’ over and over again.”

Merda, he resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. It sounded like someone high in Vongola’s hierarchy- probably Iemitsu, he’s the only one with any recent Japanese heritage and it’s always him anyway- was too careless about the location of their not-in-the-know family. “Kid,” he lifts the boy’s chin, “I can help you find the men who killed your mother, but you have to let me.”

The boy screws up his face. He wipes away his tears with his free hand. “Seriously?”

He nods. “But I need to know who you are and where you live for starters.”

The boy stares at him, head tilted to the side, for another minute before saying, “My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi. I’m from Nammimori, Japan, and I don’t live anywhere anymore.”

Fucking Iemitsu. He really does hate being right sometimes. He smiles. “Hello, Tsunayoshi. You may call me Reborn.”

#khr #reborn #sawada tsunayoshi #raven's pen #genuinely considering going through my older fics and making new posts for them because it took me a bit to land on this post format #but literally all of my pre-move read-mores are broken and i only just noticed that even tho it should have been obvious #this one wasn't read-mored which is good because I don't actually think i had a copy of it on my computer fgjnfgkjlfjn #plot twist: i did have it in my scrivener lol

[backtothedisaster]

Okay I can't stop thinking of the cat style courtship presents tdyfhvvj

Do either of them have a favorite 'gift' from the other?

What were the first 'gifts' they gave/received?

Do they contact one another like "hey I have something for u" or do they just....show up at random and go like "here" and hand over whatever loot and/or corpse/body part they have?

What's the loot to dead things gift ratio like?

Dear god I hope these are understandable there's a couple where I feel like I could articulate it better but for the life of me I can't figure out H O W

Also love the new art thank you for sharing it

their evil courtship is all that matters really

Do either of them have a favorite 'gift' from the other? - hmmm zer0 probably once got a really nice sniper rifle from fl4k that they really cherish. and for fl4k i don’t think they have a specific favorite but i think whenever zer0 finds a new trinket for them they add it to their bag

What were the first 'gifts' they gave/ received? - i think the first gift fl4k gave zer0 was a trophy from a target of opportunity kill they left in his room. and then the first gift zer0 gave fl4k was probably a decent quality pistol or a sniper (he has no idea what fl4k wants) (On a semi related note can we talk about how fuckig homosexual the targets of opportunity are. ok that might just be me)

Do they contact one another like "hey I have something for u" or do they just...show up at random and go like "here" and hand over whatever loot and/or corpse/body part they have? - i think it’s a lot of just handing it over without another word but sometimes they’ll just go to their respective rooms to find a gun/shield/piece of a guy they wanted dead and be like wow:)my beloved partner left me a gift

What's the loot to dead things gift ratio like? - probably an even split but i think it leaned more towards dead things when they first met. fl4k was trying sooooo hard to impress zer0 with the targets of opportunity

also THANK YOUUU for the compliment about my art … i got the idea to draw that days ago when i was out of town without my tablet and just lived with that idea for like a week…it felt so good to finally draw it

#my post #ask #long post #borderlands #fl4k/zer0 #i hope these make sense i literally JUST had surgery😭 #and i’m answering this ask on mobile instead of my computer #so the formatting might be choppy #but these gave me someting to do.so thank you wahoo #Also i hope it’s obvious in this post i use they/he prns for zer0

[oktoramaa]

my brain keeps ping-ponging the same three things around its like this

fnaf _________________ ocs

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. the devil put dinosaurs here

#cmonnn brain decide puhleeeeeze #please just let one run my brain pleeease #pick one and ramble about that cmon you hunk of junk #also srry if its formatted a bit weird i had an idea and i had to execute it on a school computer #fnaf #alice in chains #ocs

[camgoloud]

today. i have experienced the HORRORS (opened laptop for morning meeting while seated between boss and coworker; was greeted with ao3 page i forgot to close last night)

#it’s fine it’s fine i THINK it’s fine. both of them were looking at their own computers and i closed that shit SO fast and i have no reason #to believe that either one of them is online enough to know anything about ao3 much less enough about what it looks like to recognize it #from peripheral vision/​during the quick glance they might have had the opportunity to get #fortunately my other coworker who i know IS quite online (the two of us literally had to team up to explain a meme to the other two people #that i was sitting between later during this VERY meeting. which i was so cool and normal during by the way) was sitting over on the #opposite side of the table. and i was cool about it externally. and they had no reaction of any kind. so #nevertheless. HORRORS. it wasn’t even like a story was open which would have been just a wall of text it was like. a search result. #displaying clearly and distinctly the site’s formatting #it doesn’t help that the rest of today has also been extremely stressful and the next few days will be much the same because there are #some Things i have to do that are fairly high-stakes and that i’m extremely stressed about. fun! fantastic! #i was literally only ON ao3 last night in the first place to try to pregame/destress ahead of having to come into work this week 😭 #and i already fucked up something important today that’s setting a bunch of things back for multiple people. and i feel like i’m going to #get my period in the next day or two which would make it a week early if it happens. super fun. amazing! #guess i’ll just keep riding the adrenaline-fueled train wreck that never stops all the way through friday! #caseyposting

[nolongerexistingsadcatface]

What are your top 5 hetalia/Nyo America hot takes >:3 ?

This is sooo tough... Pft I've never even thought about nyo america for more than 5 minutes, idk how I’m gonna do this

Ok fr real time: I think everything i post about america is a hot take atp HAHA But I’ll try to think of some kooky ones for u 😜

1. DON’T HATE ME GUYS. But I like humanities girl America more than stem girl America…… 🫣 I think my purpose in this life is to spread the good word about American art throughout history cus WOW is it good AFFFFF… I’m just sick of seeing no posts that aim to celebrate american authors 💔💔💔💔 The only time I see American literature posts from non literature freaks (affectionate) are when they’re being made fun of 😭😭 Like ok you guys just don’t understand it…. you don’t understand the genius that is the early 1900s American novel….I LOVE AMERICAN CLASSIC LIT IN CASE YOU COULDNT TELL And also I am shit at science, like so shit, and I’m sick of seeing Hetalia stupid meme posts that require a gawdamn master’s degree in chemistry to even begin to READ the post, let alone understand the joke….

2. Quaker/pacifist Nyo America, y’all already know

3. Idk if this is a hot take per se, but I don’t use Amelia for Nyo America cus I think it binds her too closely to canon/fanon nyo america

4. If she’s not naturally asexual, she’s. becoming isnt the right word, but it kind of is? Idk…… Like she isn’t ACTUALLY asexual—she would be fine w sex if she didn’t have issues—but now she finds it near impossible to feel sexual attraction because of past trauma. She skipped being hypersexual and went straight to abstaining cus she couldn’t take it anymore </3

5. Redhead , I think we all know that at this point, it’s my staple

6. I DON’T THINK SHE’D HAVE PERFECT TEETH?? Blah Blah YOUR America can be a representation of American stereotypes, MINE is a representation of wider American people and culture <3

Ok onto actual general hot takes………… ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

7. I DON’T THINK ENGLAND LIKES KIDS…. Like idk, to me, that mf hates babies and kids and thinks they’re gross and icky. He’s literally the youngest child, there’s no way he had any introduction to/interaction with babies that was influential/long enough (INCLUDING RAISING AMERICA COUGH) for him to view them as anything more than nuisances who shit and cry (i wuv babies dont get me twisted. this is uhhh free indirect discourse )

8. Scotland and Ireland aren’t brutish dickheads sawrry. Or at least, if they Are dickheads, then ALL the UK bros r dickheads, not just those two #slay

9. Sealand’s existence annoys me . All micronations’ existences basically, like they don’t exist in my canon srry

#i hate pc formatting #so much work #tumblr mobile my beloved <3 #yeah fuck it i went back to my phone #didnt even make it past the intro before i gave up on my computer 💀 #HELP i was having trouble thinking of some then all of a sudden i had to hold back from putting down like 12 #i was gonna add the prohibition one but i’ll save that for a post with effort 😉🤫

[merge-conflict]

the tumblr text editor having some ephemeral weird to pin down but easy to trigger off-by-one error in its selection tool Sure Is Something.

#render unto the fucking draft editor the actual mark-up you will be sending to my browser thanks #software was a mistake #it's funny how the hardest thing in the computing world remains moving text between applications without shitting the bed on formatting #at least it's not as bad as that program I used that had some mysterious silent timer on a page #and if you were on it too long it would expire and you wouldn't know until you tried to save the text you were working on #and if it failed it just wouldn't save. and copying and pasting was broken #so you had to race it to get the copy & paste & fix the fucky formatting before it timed out every time #fortune top 10 company software btw #rambler rambler

[braxiatel]

Kingdom of Boatem AU will include Cub and Pearl? Any information you’re willing to share about them? (Or Impulse who hasn’t been mentioned in the AU yet)

Yes it will include them! Impulse too :D

The five Boatem residents were originally meant to be the only Hermits to show up, but then Cub snuck his way in. I let him because, well, he was their closest neighbour. That’s how I’m justifying it to myself, anyway.

I’m happy to tell you the basics of how each of them fit into the AU!

Pearl was obviously mentioned pretty early on, as Mumbo’s half-sister. The late queen is their mother, but they have different fathers.

Pearl is only half vampire, with the other half being moth hybrid, and Pearl takes a lot after her father. This means she had different needs growing up, and her and her two older brothers were raised in different parts of Boatem. Between this and the age difference (I’m still working on the timeline but they’re probably 8-10 years apart) her and Mumbo are not particularly close.

She is, however, close with Grian. He did his guard training in the same castle she grew up in, and he actually originally planned to become her personal guard, if just didn’t work out that way. Grian was not happy being assigned to prince Mumbo at first, but, well, that changed.

Impulse has technically been mentioned, just not by name. He was one of the people waiting to greet Scar.

Impulse is a vampire, like the majority of the citizens of Boatem, and the prime minister of Boatem.

The country is at that stage where they are starting to take the first steps towards democracy, while still being a monarchy. Mumbo has absolute power as king, but there is an elected parliament that handles minor legislations, and ministries who oversee the day-to-day running of their respective jurisdictions. As prime minister Impulse oversees this, and is Mumbo’s primary point of contact with the elected officials.

The two of them have a solid friendship too, built when Mumbo first came of age and entered the court in an official capacity. He obviously wasn’t meant to be king back then, but he did hold a high ranking position in the ministry of technology, and got some help from Impulse settling into that role.

And finally Cub! As mentioned Cub is someone Scar knows from his home kingdom Vex.

The way elf magic works in this au, all elves present in at least one of four branches of magic (most elves don’t present strongly in any direction, though some have stronger magic that is limited to one or rarely two schools of magic). You can nudge a person’s magic in one of these directions, and that is what happened with Cub. He has very strong healing magic, and is a trained doctor, assigned as Scar’s personal physician.

Thank you for the interest and the excuse to talk about one of my AUs!

#I hope the formatting on this is okay #I am in the progress of moving computers so I had to write and post this from mobile #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #mostly because the au overall is mumscarian #ask #writing #kingdom of boatem au

[cursed-clock-shop]

FAILURE: A LOVE STORY TUMBLR FANDOM MASTER POST

CURRENT ARC: 3

cursed-clock-shop

Failure: a Love Story fan blog. Mostly posts headcanons. The original Failure Blog.

ambiguous-fail-clockworks

Created as an opposition to cursed-clock-shop. Don't really know what's going on over there at the moment though. Arc 1 villain of the fandom

dog-derber

Henry Fail roleplay blog. A fairly neutral presence in the fandom

johnnfail

John N Fail roleplay blog. Generally agreeable.

death-snake

Moses roleplay blog. Standard snake stuff.

thecountercock

Counter Clock roleplay blog. Arc 2 villain of the fandom.

yourdearestpal

Dog roleplay blog. Idk what's up with that guy tbh.

decemberthebird

December roleplay blog. Only communicates in the tags.

fail-front-door

Front Door roleplay blog. Reblogged this post before I could add them.

jjfail

Jenny June Fail roleplay blog. Johnny Weissmuller is her babygirl.

gilf-clock

Grandfather Clock roleplay blog. Is not even a gilf.

grantland-rice

Grantland Rice roleplay blog. Reporting sporting, he's Grantland Rice.

anonymous asker

An anonymous asker who won't stop harassing everyone's inbox. Arc 3 villain of the fandom.

countercocksbiggestfan

I'm gonna kill whoever made this blog. (/hj)

#failure: a love story #failure a love story #autism #adhd #john n fail #henry fail #moses failure a love story #that dog in failure a love story #counter clock from failure a love story #masterpost #resources #i had to pull out my computer to format this properly #normally i just type everything on my phone while half delirious #y'all better be grateful #december the parakeet #front door failure a love story #jenny june fail #maybe in ten years we'll finally have the main character #grandfather clock from failure a love story #grantland rice #grantland rice failure a love story #anon asker haunts me in my nightmares #countercocksbiggestfan haunts me in real life

[dawnofus]

one thing about my new job is that they’re making me do anything and everything they can on the pretense that “it’s a small company and everyone does a bit of everything sometimes” as if my actual job isn’t already a lot most times

#i was hired to do graphic design and marketing (which that in itself are two very different things lmao) #but they’re also making me visit the 26 stores to check that everything is set in place #which i could get bc it involves making sure all the signs and posters are correctly set in place blablabla #and also know to then be in charge or somethings that have to do with the company’s computing system LMAOOOO????? bro wtf #and they’re also making me do a formation course this week as tho i’ll be a barista which okay it’s kinda cool to know this but #everyone keeps telling me it’s probably so i can go up and help in the kitchen and w the coffees when needed which makes sense lmao #amd there are being so many issues (not involving me) these past week and a half and i just kdjdjdd #the two baristas at the store where my office is located have resigned and i liked them sm fjdkkdd #rip anyway #i had to vent good day #ktp #sorry for any typos lol #also like the design and marketing stuff obviously (lol) include photography and social media mangement and video editing and— #man am i in for a ride…

[beebfreeb]

My favorite part of YVOREGL/TerriByte is that every character is at least two characters. Alpha is 3 people, maybe more, sometimes they're all the same person. Sometimes characters become indistinguishable from one another. Sometimes a single character becomes 4 of them. I think Theta is 9 people max if you count them right.

#sidriel shush #terribyte #something that I really wanted to explore was at what point does someone stop being the same person as before? #You are a computer. You have a harddrive and it can be fully formatted. It could be swapped out with a blank one. #From your perspective: You've always been in this body since you woke up... but is it really your body? Are you only a guest here? #You are in the same environment as the previous self. You interact with the same people. #You have no reference for what you have in common. You don't remember what they did. Is this your body? You have a different name. #Ohhh Avare and Theta and Niner!!! #From the outside nothing has changed. #A single continous individiual. #2/3 of them have been in the same room their whole lives. #They didn't have noticible differences in behavior #but they had no clue that the other had been there at all. #Avare had an understanding that she was Niner and then was no longer Niner #but she thought Niner's friends were kind of annoying <3

[gifti3]

I think i figured out why my computer was lagging so bad orz

#my ssd wasnt formatted #so it was sitting there doing nothing while my hdd was taking care of everything #and ig my hdd finally had enough #im guessing when my computer had that bad crash a few months ago and i had to reset everything #i forgot about my ssd... #online everyone says download ur windows on ur ssd so #ig im gonna try to copy everything from my hdd to ssd #god just please be the answer #i do not wanna buy any new parts 🚶🏾‍♀️