#future day in which that is not the case but in the meantime i am having fun reminiscing!

[mothermouth]

old wcrp oc time 😎😎😎😎😎

descriptions / backgrounds for each of them under the cut (they're labeled in purple in the pic!)

A. blossomfrost: white molly with ginger tabby markings and curious blue and yellow eyes. she doesn't rly have a solidified story bc she's been in a lot of different groups and her background has changed each time LOL but she's one of my earliest wcrp ocs!

B. soughcall: light sandy tabby molly with ginger and lilac markings and yellow-green eyes. daughter of loners who brought her to cedarclan out of desperation. she was quite the popular cat and ended up in a relationship with her two best friends, softbreeze and owltuft. the three of them had a litter of four adorable kittens and that was kinda at the point that the group unraveled rip but... she loved being active in their lives as their mom at least for a little while!

C. duckcurl: white molly with brown tabby and ginger splotches, curly fur, and yellow eyes. brand new oc who i literally came up w yesterday LMAO so she doesnt have a backstory yet... but she will 😎

D. bellpaw: curly-furred tom with a pale, pointed coat and deep blue eyes. never really got to rp with him much and put him in several groups so his story changed around a lot... but he is one of my all time favorite wcrp characters. i mean do u see his little floppy tail. come on. also fun fact in the group he was born into he was the son of the leader 😳

E. bramblingwing: white molly with calico patches and amber eyes. my GIRLLLL i had so much fun rping her but this was towards the time when i started Struggling and my activity in wcrp groups took a hit so i never actually met the qualifications for her to be a warrior and her littermates beat her to it :~/ the group she was in went inactive but i ended up giving her a warrior name years later bc she was SO close and she deserved it <3

F. mudbelly: speckled reddish-brown tom with vivid golden eyes. i loved this boy so much :"~) he was very mischievous and loved making messes and going on adventures lol. he's one of my only ocs who ever had a mate (the others are oakheart and soughcall!) but unfortunately the group shut down before they could do anything abt it LOL

G. warblerkit: long-haired blue mink molly with white splotches, one lapis eye, and one cerulean eye. my LITERAL daughter. she is very very very anxious about everything and was going to have a very cool coming of age character arc playing off of the fact that her older sibling was clan leader! but sadly the group closed right before her apprentice ceremony 😔

H. oakheart: dark ginger tabby tom with long fur, black and white markings, and yellow-green eyes. yes his name is oakheart yes i am aware there is a canon wc character named oakheart no i did not choose to name him this yes it has grown on me. my very first wcrp character and one of my all time favorites 🥲 he was basically firestar reincarnated but thats ok. he was so much fun to rp and was just abt to have kits with his mate when the group he was in fell apart rip

I. claudia: long-haired gray and white molly with darker points and kinked whiskers. ship cat who ended up coming onto land and had 3 adorable sons who i TREASURE AND CHERISH: luti (golden brown), corambo (dark red), and camillus (gray and white)! i got to rp these guys maybe like... one single time ever before the group shut down but i love them so much

J. swanbreeze: pale gray molly with tabby patches, tufted ears, sea green eyes, a twisted foreleg, and a twisted jaw. my second ever wcrp oc... her group unraveled and her family unraveled with it LOL but basically when she was a kit she and her three brothers escaped camp and were attacked by a hawk that killed two of the brothers and brutally injured her. her apprenticeship got delayed while her leader figured out what her future would be (bc she could never be a warrior due to her injuries but there were already 2 medicine cats including her one surving brother) but then some evil spirits attacked and destroyed everything (yeah. it was part of the group plot AND part of the drama that ended up tearing the group apart! LOL!) and she got separated from her family forever and abandoned in the ruins. still havent worked out what happened between that and the end of her life but my vision for her is that she ends up killing a hawk that attacks someone she loves (maybe her own kits? idk) and then decides she's "earned" her warrior name and calls herself swanbreeze after breezeclan (her home) as a way to honor / remember her family :"~)

#u may notice a theme which is that basically every wcrp group ive ever been in has shut down or gone inactive 💖 looking forward to a #future day in which that is not the case but in the meantime i am having fun reminiscing! #mine #my art #my ocs #blossomfrost #soughcall #duckcurl #bellpaw #bramblingwing #mudbelly #warblerkit #my oakheart #claudia #corambo #luti #camillus #swanbreeze

[lutiaslayton]

So uh. Hi, I finally made a decision I probably should have made a long while ago thanks to talking a bit on Discord: for the sake of my sanity I will not be keeping up the weekly schedule after all 😔 Layton's Book Club updates WILL be posted exclusively on Saturdays at the decided time, instead of at any random time in the week, and I will likely make a few heads up when we're on a lucky week during which you'll get an update, but I will not force myself to make it happen every single week. Simply because at least right now, it is physically impossible for me to do so. (Chapter 1 Part 1 of Illusory Forest is going to be the end of me, and not just because I am still questioning if the author was under the influence of some Folsense gas while writing it.)

That being said, I believe this should actually be treated as good news, and not just good news for my personal health. Because, sure, the updates will not come out as often as I had originally planned to. But in the long run, I actually believe that since I no longer plan to force myself to only work on one thing (which has progressively been eating at my sanity on top of that because darn it this chapter is stupid and it just doesn't seem to END, + it'd be nice if I could finally get some content out that is my creation rather than somebody else's), it means that I will actually allow myself to post more diverse Layton stuff in the meantime.

Stuff like the Evan Barde post I made a few days ago, or other helpful-for-the-fandom stuff that isn't translation work, or… even maybe stuff like finally allowing myself to write SLS and draw random stuff again? Or even read other people’s fanfics and comics and AUs and stuff? (ok technically that last one would probably not lead to tumblr content but shush it means I would take time to look at YOUR content for a change)

The list of stuff I'd like to post in the future includes but is not limited to:

A tutorial on how I get my translation stuff done despite the fact that I do not actually speak Japanese. Best case scenario, this might even lead to some brave people among you to start helping me with this monumental task that is translating multiple novels and games from scratch while you're not even fluent in the language you're translating, and this would be a MASSIVE weight off my back. (spoiler alert: while I do use DeepL to check stuff and/or get inspiration, my work is NOT limited to simply copy/pasting sentences into it and then copy/pasting whatever it gives me back)

The Playthrough series! You had all forgotten about it, hadn't you? Yeah, me too.

Lore analysis stuff in general. I have a massive, absolutely insane project ongoing which is basically "Want to find some info about X? Just open that one (1) web page, enter a few tags such as a specific character's name or location, clich the Search button, and get a list of every single known fact which is related to all of your tags which is summarised down to the bare minimum fact, along with the exact source and quote directly taken from the source material."

Puzzle theory stuff. I've talked about it a lot, it'd be cool if I could finally get the stuff sorted and actually provide all the evidence supporting, refining or challenging it in one place. Above-mentioned lore analysis stuff should help with that.

More fancy shitpost such as the ones found in the #lutiasdraws tag. Let me join in on the fun pls it's good for my mental health to get some serotonin out of non-boring stuff. Heck, perhaps I might even do fanart/shitpost about some fanfics/AUs/others I find and enjoy.

That being said, I apologise to everyone who was hyped at the idea of Illusory Forest updating weekly, but I hope you'll still enjoy the stuff I'll be posting here. If not, blacklisting tags is a thing! I tag everything diligently so for example if you're tired of seeing me ramble about stuff (I do that a lot lately, sorry for that 😭), you can just block the #lutiastalks tag. Yes I finally decided to make #lutiasreplies exclusive to actually replying to asks or reblogs, and use #lutiastalks for random news stuff. yay to self-care and cleaning up my house, head, and tumblr blog.

#lutiastalks

[rivvenofthelake]

Misunderstood Mischiefs: Rats (1)

Disclaimer: I am not an essayist, or a formal educator, but I do enjoy teaching people about things I find interesting or important. I try to ensure any knowledge I share with others is true and verified, but sometimes I might make mistakes. Let me know if I do, but please be kind ♡( ◡‿◡ )

I have always had a great interest in the awareness and understanding of creatures that inspire disgust in humanity. Some of these creatures include, but most certainly are not limited to, opossums, snakes, various bugs, pigeons, and (as you might as guessed) rats.

So, as of today, May 11 of 2024, I am beginning digging in into research on rats. As of right now, I simply want to understand them, but who knows how many of these blog posts I will end up making, or what direction it will go in.

The first thing I usually do when researching a topic is look up the topic's Wikipedia page (because yes, Wikipedia can be a valid and useful source of information). I pulled up the rat wiki page, but then I had a thought to go to the News tab on Google and just search up whatever news there was about these infamous rodents.

The first several articles, most of which have been written between the last couple of days, were on the recent health issue in Japan involving at least two different people discovering the remains of rats in their bread from Pasco Shikishima Corp (PSC, as I will refer to them). As the incident is still early on in investigation, I wasn't able to find much unique information. One thing I did find in more than a few of the articles was mention of how surprising this is to happen in Japan, seeing as their sanitation and public health regulations are very strict. On the other hand, I did also see multiple mentions of how Japan has been experiencing a recent spur of similar public health issues (or 'poisonings' as one article put it). It's an interesting difference to consider, but, I ultimately found that this event does not (yet, at least) provide much information about rats themselves.

You could argue that, presuming PSC follows the laws of it's own nation (which I am going to assume, because I have no reason to think otherwise as of this moment), this does say something about the intelligence of rats. There are many ways that a rat could theoretically end up in a deadly situation inside virtually any kind of factory or assembly line, with all of the machinery involved. The thing that I think would make them seem smart is how they manage to *get* there in the first place (again, assuming health regulations are being followed).

Investigation time:

How easily can rats get into places they aren't 'meant' to be in? That is to say, places where humans don't want them. Which is virtually anywhere humans are that isn't a pet store.

I think my next post will focus on that, and I will include some links to articles I use for reference, in case anyone wants to check them out. In the meantime, if you have any suggestions for either future topics to research or topics related to rats, please feel free to comment or reach out and let me know!

#education #interesting #learning #wikipedia #rats #research #rodents #mammals #animals

[misterewrites]

The Grounded Detective (In Hope’s Shadow)

Hi there! E here with a new story idea and project cuz I have problems and my friends @disney-n-stuff and @hains-mae keep enabling me! It’s about time i use this blog for the original purpose haha

So this is In Hope's Shadow, supernatural gothic horror mysteries and such. Honestly it was more ideas i couldn't fit in to the other stories and my friends were like "Juuuuust make it a stand alone adventure!" and I'm like "This is why I can't have ideas."

So set a few decades after Welcome to the Underground! and waaaaaay before Mirror's Edge (which is several thousand years in the future set in a present day style) We tackle a new place, new characters and more usual E insanity.

In case you haven't heard i had laptop troubles and basically the company went "We didn't see anything wrong here!" and I'm like no still not working right so I'm gonna fight it but in the meantime I got another computer i can borrow so at the least there's that. I am going to try to update often but since the laptop belongs to someone else, they're gonna need to use it from time to time *obviously*

Some set up: We're in Nightveil Valley, a quaint forest where vampires, werewolves, zombies, spirits and all sorts of supernatural creatures call this place home. Most people are left to fend for themselves outside the protective safety of the three walled cities of Northbrook, Stonemire and Hope's Landing (ahhh). This story is a slightly darker hue, taking cues from good old mysteries both regular and the murderous kind and general gothic horror ascetics (Sleepy Hollow, Innistrad for you magic players, Dracula etc etc) but not so much more darker than my usual stuff.

Our two heroes are Rozalin Eloise, a twenty something detective well versed in crimes of the human variety but lacking supernatural experience and Rictavio Frye, a very idealistic, freeform monster hunter who gets caught up in the moment.

That's it for me. I hope you all have a great time reading it, it was fun to write. Dunno how often this will get updated but I say that all the time haha. Be safe, stay safe, take care of yourself and your loved ones. Get the booster for the love of god. It's not over as much as I wish it is and it's better to have protection than to play the odds. and keep the more vulnerable members of society safe. Take a moment to just exist and just be. have fun. keep your spirits up! you need it even if it's not this humble little story. But hey if you like it leave a comment, pass to your friends, reblog. Every bit helps and I appreciate it all.

E is out for now! have a great week and be safe ya'll! stay sane! next update is probably Mirror's Edge

If you wanna read my other work which includes some Red Hood X reader, Legend of Zelda, Soul Eater, Legend of Korra and others you can find my work right over here 

https://archiveofourown.org/users/MrE42/pseuds/MrE42

Have a good one ya’ll!

Summary: Within a valley nestled in the shadow of two mountains where supernatural creatures lurk around every corner, dark mysterious forces conspire to consume the region for a malicious purpose. Far beyond than the usual cloak and dagger plot, it falls to a grounded detective and a dreaming monster hunter to prevent calamity. Can they find what hides in the shadow of hope?(Set in between Welcome to the Underground! and Mirror's edge cuz i have problems)

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“The murderer is the Count himself.”

The crowd responded much as it always did by descending into various emotional states: Shock, disbelief, even outrage and the odd nod of agreement snuck in among the faces. People whispered to one another in conspiratorial tones despite the fact everyone present was doing the same thus defeating the point. All eyes fell on Count Decan Marshall the accused and herself the accuser.

One would think that after a few years of detective work one would be used to this level of attention but Rozalin could never get her head around it.

Decan, an older gentleman growing closer to his fifties every second, chuckled darkly “Miss Eloise I admire your dedication to your hobby but perhaps your pretty little head has taken it a step too far.”

“Nonsense.” Rozalin answered calmly “That was prelude. Now I shall take it several steps too far.”

Outwardly Rozalin’s face was the picture of stony of indifference but inward she fumed.

Pretty faces did not make pretty minds it seemed.

Mid-twenties with several highly prolific cases under her belt and a model citizen of Hope’s Landing did nothing to diminish her features. Perhaps it was natural given she was the daughter of an elegant noble lady who was the definition of poise and refinement and a charming yet impishly playful bard. Both mother and father passed their good looks to her but she found it more a hinderance than anything else: Green eyes vibrant as forest leaves, cute button nose and freckles splashed across her cheeks. Her brown hair was tastefully cut short and curled (More out of habit than anything) with a white streak on one side. She purposely chose practical clothing in hopes it would help curve the biased towards her appearance but the white collared shirt tucked into a dark blue vest covered by a matching coat and ankle length black dress skirt with hiking boots did nothing but add to her attractiveness evidently.

At least she wisely decided to use her middle name Eloise instead of her family’s last name. If word gotten out who she really was she’d lose even more respect.

She was no songbird, she was a hunter and it was time to trap her prey.

The Count’s face broke into a rageful snarl “You dare to accuse me of murdering my wife?”

“No.” Rozalin replied simply “You dare to deny it. I am simply revealing what you wish to keep hidden.

“I have nothing to hide!”

Rozalin picked at the nonexistent dirt in her fingernails “You don’t hide many things. Your affairs for one and the fact you’ve been using your company’s finances as your own personal bank.”

Decan’s faced contorted clearly appalled but Rozalin continued without paying him any mind “You threw this lavish party yet last I checked your business was in the red. You recently laid off 30 workers under the pretense of lessened profits this last quarter.”

“Your point?” Decan asked with barely contained venom.

“Your suit” Rozalin gestured professionally “Brand new. No discoloration from use, not a single thread frayed. A Burkes and Habberdash original and those are only made custom order.”

Decan struggled to keep his temper in check “Perhaps I haven’t had the right occasion to wear such fine clothing until tonight.”

“Possible but improbable. You are aware each outfit Burkes and Habberdash make has a unique numbering tag hidden within the right sleeve?” She motioned to her right arm “For patch jobs. Each uniquely tailored piece of clothing requires unique touches for the person who ordered them should the clothing be damaged from use or age. The price of individualism is having no one to hide behind.”

“Fine! I bought it today! What does that even prove?”

Rozalin’s smile widened mischievously “That you are a liar. And the charming young lady who made her abrupt exit from the premises will further prove that. I suppose she pushed for you to leave your wife. Again.”

“N-no. Nothing of the sort.” Decan spoke quickly, eyes darting back and forth to see if anyone was believing what was said “Just a disagreement between friends is all.”

Rozalin clicked her tongue thoughtfully “Oh. I’m sure she would be relieved to hear that. I’m sure she has a friend or two here willing to pass the message along to her.” She leaned in closer “So there’s no misunderstanding of course.”

Decan’s face paled, the rage draining out of him gloriously “I…yes. Yes of course. No need to muddy the waters anymore. Now if you would please…”

“Proceed?” Rozalin cut in expertly “As you wish. Let’s go over the basics.”

She took center stage for her grand performance. She glided effortlessly across the smooth marble tile, putting distance between herself and the Count as everyone waited for the final act.  

Rozalin drew in a deep breath “Roughly two hours ago Mrs. Marshall was found murdered in The Count’s study, time of death unknown but no doubt at some point during the party. The loud noise and constant distractions made it ideal to help conceal any noise that may have been made if she had fought back. First point of interest is that she did not.”

Rozalin expertly pivoted to address the crowd “For such a violent, horrendous act the crime scene was rather neat. Clean even. Books stacked away in an orderly fashion, chairs and stools pulled to the far wall as not to obstruct walking. Not one single piece of paper on the desk she lay. It’s odd no?”

“That my mother raised me properly?” Decan sneered.

“No though I suspect she may have some words about you bedding women not your wife. I was told by the staff you were working in your study. Before the party started correct?”

“Yes…” Decan narrowed his eyes suspiciously “Working on some last minute business deals: Operations finances, reallocating resources, proposals. That sort of thing. But!” he added hurriedly “My wife was seen about finishing party preparations! Never in my study.”

“True.”

Decan gave a victorious grin.

“But outside it is a different matter entirely.”

Decan’s face darkened at the implications.

Rozalin continued with her explanation “Someone saw her knock on your door to inform you of a development with the party. I won’t say who in case you wish to retaliate but they mentioned you rushed out with your work laid out all over your desk. You failed to return before the party proper started.”

“I. Well. One of the servants must’ve cleaned it for me. One of my servants who work for me. It’s only natural they pick up after me that’s what I pay them for.” Decan tried to speak calmly but it was clear the Count was riled up.

Rozalin made a show of frowning thoughtfully “But they were told to never touch your study. You get rather crossed when they move a single thing out of place.” She snapped her fingers dramatically “I believe it is actually part of your policy. Express rules you enforce heavily.”

The detective resisted eyerolling at the sudden gasp emanating from the crowd.

“I still don’t see how that proves anything.” Decan fumed.

“How did your room get clean I wonder? Perhaps during a heated debate between yourself and your wife mid-party.”

Decan remained silent, his glare deathly.

Rozalin pressed the offensive “She liked to keep busy when she was upset. Cooking, cleaning. I bet she didn’t mind working the stables if it meant keeping her mind off your spats.”

“Now hold on a…” but Rozalin pushed on, too caught up in her thought process to be stopped now.

“She saw you talking to the young woman who stormed out. Young, beautiful and, of course, interested. This wasn’t the first time you faltered but I’m willing to bet this was going to be the last. She confronted you.”

“Watch your step.” Decan threatened openly but Rozalin was no stranger to idly threats from the desperate.

Rozalin’s face scrunched in righteous fury “Upset, she starts tidying up your study. All the while calling you out for your unfaithful nature. Again she says. You did it again. Time and time and time again. And each time she forgave you, tried to make it work…”

Decan growled “Stop or else I’ll…”

“Kill me?” Rozalin taunted with a knowing smirk “I’m not your poor wife. Back turned and unsuspecting the danger she was in or you with your waiting to plunge the knife into her. She knew you were a rotten soul but even she did not assume you were capable of ending a life. Sadly the first one you decided to take was hers.”

Decan lost it, bellowing with unrestrained fury “WHERE IS YOUR PROOF? All you’ve done is spin a fantastical and scandalous tale. You have nothing. YOU ARE NOTHING.”

“Wrong.” Rozalin shot back cooly “I am a detective and I have one last question.”

“ENOUGH! GUARDS!”

She gave an impish smile “When did you get that cut in your fancy suit?”

Decan stopped, shock overtaking anger “I-I…what?”

“That is a new suit.” Rozalin emphasized as she creeped closer “You said so yourself that you bought it today. All nice and clean with not a single frayed stitch loose. I did neglect to mention torn which it is. Right there on the left side.”

She gestured to the coat he wore. Sure enough there was a faint tear in the clothing and staining the fabric was dried blood.

Rozalin beamed cheerfully “Must’ve happened when you leapt out the window. Smart idea not throwing your body through it first but glass cuts sharp regardless how you chose to go through it. No one to hide behind mister special.”

Decan remained silent only for a moment. He let out a spiteful roar without warning and charged directly for the detective.

“I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” He snarled, hands outstretched with murderous intent.

Rozalin saw this coming: She took a step to the side, avoiding the madman’s grasp. Before he could turn around, she placed her hand on the back of his head and pushed downward with a mighty shove. Losing his balance Decan fell face first onto the floor, scraping his chin against the smooth tile. He whirled about only to find a boot connecting directly to his face. Tumbling backwards, he laid sprawled on the ground as fading adrenaline left him weak and drained.

Rozalin stood triumphantly above her defeated foe “Unfortunately for you my parents remember how many people would hound my mother incessantly. They made sure I was well prepared to ensure I did not deal with the same issue.”  

The police, whom she had called earlier, finally broke through the spellbound crowd and began taking control of the situation: they helped funnel the partygoers outside, ensure the perpetrator was restrained and began to secure the area.

Case closed with nothing left to be done.

Or so Rozalin thought.

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The peacekeepers had just taken Decan outside when a loud commotion rang out from the upper floor landing. It sounded like raised voices and scraping of metal against everything.

“Strange.” Rozalin tilted her head curiously as she turned to face the nearest constable “I thought you had cleared the manor of party guests?”

The constable glanced uneasily towards the noise “I….was under the impression of the same thing.”

Before either could inquire further, a body flung itself over the second floor railing and went into a free fall. The figure landed on their feet effortlessly and cracked the fancy tile beneath as if they carried an impossible weight. They whirled around towards Rozalin and the officer with fangs bared as blood drenched their elegant clothing.

“v-v-v-va-v-v..” The constable stammered uncontrollably while Rozalin drew a dagger from within her coat, the only weapon the guards has missed when they checked her at the door.

“Yes a vampire.” Rozalin lightly scolded as she placed herself in between the petrified keeper of the peace and the supernatural predator before them “I thought you were practiced in dealing with supernatural threats?”

The constable stammered nervously “Y-yeah but no one ever uses them! Supernatural threats for the Moonlight Guard to deal with, not us!”

Rozalin rolled her eyes “Be sure to let him know that. If you aren’t going to function please make your escape from the vicinity. I have little experience in dealing with such supernatural threats and cannot promise your safety.”

“Da!” A new voice called from where the vampire had fallen “Over the railing!”

Rozalin could hear hurried yet steady footsteps approach as a older voice answered “Aye son, up and over!”

And up and over someone did, hopping over the railing which more grace and finesse than the vampire. Rather than landing on his feet, however, the older gentleman dove headfirst and tucked into a roll, using his momentum to safely rise to his feet.

“This is going to be a long night.” Rozalin mused to herself as she took notice of the weapons in the famous monster hunter Julius Frye’s hands.  

#Original Work #my work #original story #In Hope's Shadow

[shwarmii]

hi, i'm @/shwarmi, and tumblr tERMINATED MY BLOG (AND ALL MY SIDE-BLOGS WITHOUT WARNING ME) and i messaged them to get it back but idk when theyll get back to me, so here i am in the meantime, hello, i guess this is my back-up account now, yes, my url is a pun on Roman numerals, anyway, sure do fucking hope i gET MY BLOG BACK JFC

edit: i've been filling out a ticket form about Account Termination once a day (here's the link to it if you ever need help finding it for yourself in the future; please don't try to help me via spamming the ticket form or anything, they explicitly ask to not involve other people uninvolved in your account AND i feel bad enough doing spam once a day already; but, anyway, yes, i recommend doing what i did and having bookmarked the aforementioned link and just copy&paste my form answers into the ticket from a seperate document, like from Google Drive or something, so you don't have to retype it everytime), and i have recieved no reply nor even a confirmation e-mail. hence the lack of updates on how my account is doing. there's no other way to contact staff, except maybe via Twitter, as their support e-mail is no longer accepting messages (hopefully bc of the following they will be in contact with you sooner than they have been with me, bc i didnt know this following tip this past week i've been filling out that ticket and noW YOU DO, you lucky bastard. do what i did with a seperate document to prep in case this is a multi-day process, but hopefully you'll get farther in less time than i have bc jfc i wasn't even getting a confirmation e-mail beforehand big McYikes)

BUT!!1! a friend of mine who was terminated last year said to attach my un-terminated e-mail's account (aka the e-mail i am using right here for @/shwarmii, and not for the terminated @/shwarmi like i had been doing liKE A DUMMY APPARENTLY) to the ticket's general "Put your e-mail here" slot and to explain within "The more details, the better" part your original e-mail attached to the terminated account in addition to the rest of your explanation. and i finally got a confirmation e-mail that my ticket has been recieved! yes, it was just an automated response but yay! finally!! progress!!1! i at least got a fUCKING CONFIRMATION E-MAIL, HAHA, VICTORY!

god i fucking wish i knew about the "just dont use your e-mail linked to your terminated account" tip a week ago jfc on a hot dog stick, my guys, finally, a confirmation e-mail, gahhh

since i now have a confirmation e-mail, i will wait five buisness days (so today is the 8th and a Monday, therefore, i'll wait until Saturday which is the 12th except i said "business days" ergoooo Monday the 14th) to e-mail them again. i hate waiting tho ughhh like, fine, i'll do what i gotta do but also ugghhhhh

↳ additional note: this update/edit was made on 8 August 2023. @/shwarmi has been terminated since 31 July 2023 (or 30 July 2023, and i just was too exhausted to make the account/post until the 31st. i forget. i was in the middle of moving and im disabled, so i was over-exerting myself big-time. i had processed that my account had been terminated at the time and just responded by taking a nap lmao rip but yeah, therefore, it's all been a blur)

NOTHING HAS HAPPENED. COOL. (Narrator: It was not, in fact, "cool".) I WAITED AS PLANNED (this update is being written on 14 August 2023) AND STILL NO FOLLOW-UP TO MY CONFIRMATION TICKET. HATE THAT FOR ME.

instead of sending in a new ticket as i originally planned, i replied to their confirmation email since it said i could do that (for permalinks or whatever) so that they will HOPEFULLY get back to me without me having to be a pest about their automated systems, ugh.. (i have cropped out my email and the Ticket Number(? i assume that's what that string if letters and numbers are anyway) for privacy reasons, but here is what the confirmation e-mail looks like and how i replied. i am including this mostly to help out anyone who may be terminated in the future have an idea of what to expect and an expectation of "OH, okay, so i can reply to THIS email-address, got it" kind of nonsense or whatever. why not lmao)

i will wait another five buisness days, so that'll be on the 21st of August 2023. hopefully, i will update with good news before then (aka: they'll haVE REPLIED MAYBE PLS PLS PLS) but i guess i will have to be annoying if not

it is the 20th (so they have one more day before i have to be annoying anD I DONT WANNA BE.. pls send me ideas of how to be annoying that doesnt include the Hateful Xitter pls, my only idea is to DM them there and i dON'T WANNA) and even my gmail thinks the lack of response is fucked up lmao rip

having a Bad Brain Day streak rn due to my (abusive) dad's failing health and unpacking and all this other shit i have to do post-moving like switching my insurance and renewing my liscence and fuck all, so bothering tumblr about not replying to me is gonna take a bit more of a backseat for a minute, hold on

it.. is now August 30. brain still in gutter, but i forced myself to make a xitter/twitter (don't follow, ill delete the account after they help me or not). and it wouldnt let me dm, so i had to just @ them and post. brain so sad that i cannot even be amused rn that @/shwarmi on there was taken by a shwarma restaurant. @/tumblrsupport's Replies tab shows signs of helping people as recently as 2 hrs ago, but idk if there's another queue here. i guess we'll find out?? i just want my accounts with all their posts and shit back pls, this has taken so long to try to do 💔

edit: if you're curious, it is 3 Sept 2023 and i am still waiting (it looks like they are looking at people who @'ed them on Sept 1 rn and iM LIKE "PLSSSS, I @'ED YOU ON THE 30TH OF AUGUST PLSSSSSSS", gonna give them until the 5th before i tweet again i guess 🥺)

i am not god's strongest soldier. i continue to cry out for help, alas, i have yet to receive an answer

it does not help that the twitter account sometimes says to people: "What is your Tumblr URL? We can check and see if there was a glitch of some sort. But be advised that if it is a TOS violation situation or a bigger tech issue, we cannot assist/reply on Twitter" so that doesnt make me panic aT ALL that maybe i broke TOS without any form of a warning or knowledge that i wasnt following tumblr's terms of services regarding things like nsfw and whatnot (narrator: they were panicking)

i hate it here. staff should at least be able to tell me (via email, if not twitter) that i wont be getting my account back or whatever else instead of just saying NOTHING??????

going to do all this again (tweet support, make a whole new ticket (i still have the info saved thankfully), reply to my old email confirmation) on September 27th (an arbitrary date based on I Have A Lot Going On Rn) if they continue to not reply. if i hit the 30 images limit, guess ill be reblogging and adding even MORE to this thread jfc juST TALK TO MEE!!!1!

#me #shwarmi #never have i been so glad that i have a google doc of mcs and all the i.f. games theyre from &&& also #how much i screenshot from tumblr to tell me who i was following before lmao rip

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"In the way of suggesting remedies for these injurious features of the prison environment, I am afraid that I have very little to offer. One thing is certain; known homosexuals must be weeded out and segregated. Men must be given the recreation (preferably good physical exercise to be followed by bathing) and entertainment with which to make the present attractive enough so that there will be less need of escape-mechanisms like daydreams and "prison stupor." In certain parts of the world, or so I have read, after the prisoner has served a certain number of years, he is permitted to colonize in a guarded area where he may live a normal sexual life (as in Salvador, and, I believe, the Bilibid Prison Colony). I earnestly recommend this as, on the whole, the best remedy for sexually abnormal conditions and behavior in American prisons. In the meantime, only a very intelligent warden who is sufficiently a real person to win the complete confidence of the inmates, can make any headway against present conditions. For in the long run, the prisoners themselves are the only ones who can work out the solution of the problem. There is very little likelihood of their doing so at the present time, however, thanks to the type of warden and guard which predominates in our prisons. There is, therefore, very little probability that in the immediate future very much will be done, or even attempted, to improve conditions which, in nine cases out of ten, the prison officials will refuse to admit even exist."

- Victor F. Nelson, Prison Days and Nights. Second edition. With an introduction by Abraham Myerson, M.D. Garden City: Garden City Publishing Co., 1936. p. 168-169.

[Nelson, like some other ex-convict reformers in the United States, Canada, and elsewhere, places a lot of faith on settler colonialism as a solution to prison issues. He views resettlement, farming, colonization, as making men strong and whole again in a strictly heternormative manner. The redemptive frontier is a common motif in American and Canadian society at this time. And he refers to real prison colonization schemes in the Philippines and Central America that used ex-convicts as settlers, just as in Australia a century before. Less common is Nelson's belief in prisoner self-government and participation in prison administration. In Bolivia, Mexico and a few other Latin American countries, a penal colony with prisoner self-government was a common type of reform prison.]

#words from the inside #prisoner autobiography #penal reform #prison administration #released from prison #prison days and nights #victor nelson #history of crime and punishment #paroled convict #settler colonialism #penal colony #classification and segregation #american prison system #sex in prison #history of homosexuality #utopia of classification #rehabilitation #research quote #reading 2024

[kuma829]

AKATSUKI- Bright Future◆Black Paradise Flycatchers Facing the Heavens Chapter Five

Cast: Souma, Nazuna, Keito, Kuro, Shinobu. Tsukasa

Writer: Akira

Season: Summer

…Are you alright, Danna?

Chapter Five

(Three hours later)

Nazuna: And that’s it for my tour!

What do you think, seeing all the classes and clubs here? Different from highschool?

Souma: Aah, the university library and “cafe” are quite interesting.

“Ensemble Square” is an area designated to raise “idols,” but a university is the educational version of that?

Nazuna: Ahaha, pretty sure it’s the other way around~

Souma: Fufu, in any case I have gained much knowledge. I now know all that college life is about.

I was surprised to see so many people dancing in front of the ‘glass’ building. I suppose it is a ‘dance circle?’

Even the students of this university practice arts on their own… To see such a large number of people put their heart into their art here was surprising.

The other “circle” was formally recognized by the school, but this one is not… I wonder if there is a disparity between the groups?

Nazuna: Mhm~ I think it’s a concept that you’re not used to, yeah?

Universities have a culture of personal independence, so besides the university approved clubs you can also form your own outside circles.

Unofficial circles are free to make, but they don’t receive support from the university.

So, they either rent off-campus places to practise in, or they practise in front of those glass buildings, like that.

But, for university kids, this is just one of the freedoms they choose.

Souma: This culture of self governance… I suppose I understand. As we age and grow older, we are drawn to being more autonomous. 

This must have also been what Hasumi-dono was fretting over. My seniors affectionately look after me like they were my real parents—But, to fully gain independence, I must leave their protection.

Nazuna: Keito-chin and Kuro-chin? Well, now that you mention it, I see your point.

When I was also in my third year, I thought I’d be an idol, for like basically, forever—But, when I took a break from it all and looked into the outside world, I realised something. The possibilities in this world are limitless.

…So What d’ya think of this college tour?

Souma: Aah… All of the sudden, I am just… all so fired up to give it my all in mu studies.

I must give you my thanks, Nito-dono. This world is so much grander than what I had imagined—

I must admit, I also need to spend further time thinking about my future; or, well, that is what this experience has me feeling… ♪

(Flash forward to present day)

Keito: —I see. So that’s the situation?

Souma: Aah. Since you are both here, I would like to break something to you. I would like to take a break from “AKATSUKI” activities for the time being.

Keito: Huh? Isn’t that unusual for you, Kanzaki, to request for time off?

Souma: Mhm. I looked through my schedule, and it does not seem I have too much work coming up. So for this reason, I would like to turn my focus towards my final exams and mock exams.

I will report back to you if I can just get the results I need of above a “B” on my first choice of school’s mock exam —Of which is also the school Nito-dono attends.

Until then, could you hold back on my work?

Keito: I understand. Kanzaki, it’s your own decision to make, and I won’t say anything against that.

Kanzaki, your will is our wish too.

Kuro: …Are you alright, Danna?

Keito: Aah, you know, in the meantime, the two of us taking on more individualised work may prove to be interesting. Do your best, Kanzaki.

Souma: I am grateful. I am sorry for worrying you both, Hasumi-dono, Kiryuu-dono.

I am well-aware that this will cause you inconvenience, but I still want for you to watch over me as I make my decision.

Kuro: Is that it? It’s no issue.

Keito: If it interrupts your studies, you are also free to ignore the “Hold Hands” messages for now. Don’t be afraid to talk to me about this stuff.

Souma: Aah,  if there is indeed something urgent that pops up…  I would be happy to answer any calls.

Well, then I will be taking my time off now ♪

Tsukasa: …Ooh. I, as well, was shaken to see you take a leave of absence from your idol activities.

Haha! But it seems that the AKATSUKI senpai are understanding, and that they seem to have a lot of trust in you, Kanzaki-senpai.

My senpai in Knights are always pushing me around, so I wish they would learn from you guys about these types of things

Shinobu: Is that really true? Knights, from my perspective, seem to be pretty harmonious, or, well, that’s all I see.

Tsukasa: Well, we do come together as a group in some ways, but—At our core, we’re a group full of individualists. So, there are times where working together as a unit, one can’t help but grit their teeth.

Souma: The grass always looks greener from the other side. From my perspective, it seems that AKATSUKI’s concerns lay with the fact I do not say anything of my own accord.

I wish that I was like you, Suou. To have a will I could call my own, but...

…Useless. Such issues can only be solved with calls to action. I best stop looking for a needle in a haystack, and get on with my studies. 

My path is clear to me, I must achieve at least a “B” on that mock exam. If I can just get that prized result—the future will be limitless.

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#Summer Bird #Keito Hasumi #kiryu kuro #souma kanzaki #tsukasa suou #Shinobu Sengoku #nazuna nito

[rolandrockover]

Into the Cold Void Again

Kiss fans are true expressionists and they come in all the colors of the rainbow. The anniversary of Psycho Circus this year demonstrated this quite well once again. The frames of everyone's own parameters were practically spread everywhere and consequently the likes and dislikes shot in all directions. With this album pretty much everything is in it, from obsessive idolization to allergic reactions and abysmal rejection. Reason enough to dedicate myself to at least one of its titles today, but more on that in a moment.

I'd like to remind myself beforehand how Psycho Circus was released 25 years ago. Of course, I was in possession of a CD copy on the day of the release, read all available reviews weeks before the release, and as a great friend of the Revenge/Carnival of Souls line-up, I didn't really ride the great wave of euphoria of the 1996 reunion. Accordingly, I set my expectations for Psycho Circus relatively low, at least as a precaution, despite anticipation (0). And that was the sticking point for me at that time. These rather low expectations could hardly be exceeded at that time, and only in cases of individual songs (1).

But, that was a very long time ago. In the meantime I even like Psycho Circus as far as possible, and as often as I get the chance, I call it the Crazy Nights of the masked Kiss (2). And with that, I should slowly face Into the Void (3), though using a small but nice loophole, in the form of a hint of a self-quote. That little standout interlude somewhere in the middle or after the solo, and who wouldn't have recognized it, of course it's our dear old and ever reliable friend Cold Gin.

Side Notes:

(0) Because, after all, I am a Kiss fan. I can't get out of my skin that quickly in that respect.

(1) Like Within, for example, which remains one of my absolute favorite Gene songs to this day. And of course, I will be more than happy to talk about this song in the not too distant future.

(2) I also had a hard time with Crazy Nights for years, probably even decades, but very similar to Psycho Circus this has turned into a single pleasure. They are simply two good Kiss albums with good Kiss songs. Nothing more. And nothing less. The rest just depends on taste, tolerances and the degree of commitment of the respective bean-counting, and I know quite well with bean-counting.

(3) Probably the one song on Psycho Circus I've been most disappointed with, but even that has subsided over time. It used to be the chorus that I always found repulsive, which for me was mostly due to its downright mediocrity and uninspiredness. But the song itself is even a good one, and Ace's vocals are top notch. For me, the opening riff and to some extent the verses definitely stand out most positively. The chorus, however, to add a little resonance to my dislike, could have been written in the middle of the night on the toilet, but even that doesn't necessarily make Into the Void a bad song, because you can have one or two good ideas on the john. These simply don't always have to please everyone.

Into the Void is highlighted, Cold Gin starts from the beginning. Have fun with both:

Into the Void (1998)

Cold Gin (1974)

#Kiss #Ace Frehley #Gene Simmons #Debut #Album #1974 #Into The Void #Karl Cochran #Psycho Circus #Cold Gin #1998 #25th Anniversary #Revenge #Carnival of Souls #Head #Reunion #1996 #Crazy Nights #1987 #1992 #1997 #Roland Rockover #Youtube #Within

[pruning-the-minds-garden]

Update 4/12/23

I've been very Not Here for a bit, so I thought I would update folks now that I have a chance and I'm back for a sec.

Basically, for the next long while - perhaps the foreseeable future - I am not going to be on NSFW social media as much. That doesn't have to do with any drama that has happened here, but because I need to shift my energies more toward my marriage. I've let that slip for far too long, and I need to make a structural change to my life to reverse that trend. So, that is what I have done, because I love my wife very much and she deserves better than the scraps of my attention.

I have also done a lot of work on gender identity and expression in the meantime, being much more open about being non-binary (they/them) and altering the way I express my gender outwardly. It's an ongoing process, but I am starting to feel much more comfortable in my own skin, and I find I like that more and more. Feeling gender euphoria is nice, I'd never really felt that before. Up to now I just kinda felt gender __phoria, that lack of feeling where you're like "I guess this is how you're supposed to feel, right?" and then go on about your day. But, now my nails sparkle in the twilight and my hair makes me want to look in a mirror, which in the latter case is a huge change from the norm. I don't know what the end of this road looks like, because my goal isn't femininity or to look/be more womanly, it's just moving away from masculinity/manhood. I don't really gel with either... and that means that I have no road map, and no single destination to aim for. So, I guess I have more work to do to figure out what, exactly, I want.

Anyway, that's where I am right now. If you have been wondering what has been up with me: I'm okay, I'm healthy, I'm alive. I still check in on Tumblr from time to time (now, for instance). I'm just not around as much, and not likely to be around as much in the future.

#personal

[fheythfully]

FFXIV Write 2023 - Day 24: Free Write

Dear stranger,

Greetings, my dear fated self. I fully acknowledge how fantastical it must be, to be receiving a letter from a you who is also not quite you. Lest you wonder, it is perhaps even more peculiar to be the one writing to a self who you have not yet become. How shall I entreat you? Should you be that of a journal, with thoughts penned as they come? If that be the case, are you a journal for academia, or a journal for the purpose of my work? If the latter, which work would that be: my beloved Dreams of Departure, or the duties laid upon me by my office of Azem, the Fourteenth?

Venat tells me that you share my face, but you are painted in the colours of my long-departed sister. Mayhaps then I shall treat you as I once treated my dear Persephone, in which case–

Are you safe, my darling child? Are you well?

Venat has told me of what transpired and what may yet come to pass. It is a tale unlike any other, and I struggle to believe its validity. I know I would fight to reject any future which has coloured my friend’s soul so darkly. You share our face, however – mine and Persephone’s – and I do not expect your life to be easy. For this, I must apologize, for I fear that if my duties have become yours – as Venat has told me, though she assures me that you do not seem to regret all that you have seen and done – then I have, somewhere in my future timeline, failed. Nevertheless, I will continue working to ensure my hopes and dreams of souls free of their past burdens become reality one day, and in the meantime, pray to the Planet that your future will never come to pass. Allow me this one greedy hope, beloved.

Yet if you are reading my words, then all my plans have come to ruin and you are the inheritor of my soul and all its ills. I hope that you are the best parts of us, which have always been entirely my sister: Persephone’s boundless curiosity and her love for the earth and the sky and all that which lives upon and betwixt the two. Her gentle kindness and her wild laughter, and her spine of metal in the face of injustice. If it so happens that you do not, then do not fear disappointment from me, who is long gone. Even were you to be a woman unlike the both of us, or even a woman who is more like me than my sister, I am overjoyed to hear that in some future which has visited Venat, Persephone’s soul lives on, even if only in the colour of her hair and the shade of her eyes.

I have many wishes for you, child, and their number is so plenty that this missive would be much longer were I to let myself muse upon them all. I shall endeavor to collect them all within one, short prayer, then:

I wish for you to be happy. As I have not allowed myself to be, as Persephone was not allotted the time to be. It is a selfish wish, for to find happiness is a privilege most must fight to achieve. My travels as Azem have taught me this, and in a world where my soul makes the trip back to this time with the kind of sadness Venat had described, I fear the circumstances must be even more dire than what I see in the world of today.

To live is both a gift and a burden, my time-traversing girl, and we must take the life that is given to us and do with it what we can. I entreat you to be kind and never cruel, but to never bow to others who would make themselves your master. I entreat you to remain curious and fearless, but never at the cost of your own comfort.

I hope that you are someone you can be proud of, my new, future self.

The memories entrusted in this crystal encompass the whole of my life up until the moment I perish, or the moment I no longer have the chance to infuse it further. I have promised myself that no matter the amount of time between the writing of this letter and such a moment as described, I will not open this letter. The me in this letter to you shall be captured in this moment in time, when Etheirys is still beautiful and bountiful and our future is shining with the gleam of hope. It is how I hope to remember my life, when the time comes for my soul to depart and eventually become you.

It is your choice to use the crystal. I find it safer to wonder than to know, sometimes, but you are not entirely me now.

I am so, so happy for that.

Be well, my new future self.

Kore 

#my writing #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #Azem feelings are strong

[decepti-thots]

updated the list regarding what people have confirmed they're able to send me for the script archive after sleeping all day. it looks like we're on around 22 scripts people have said they will be able to send me, which is WILD and way more than i hoped we'd get off the bat, and i'm so grateful to everyone who has offered to help! every one of you is a star. there's a couple outstanding which i'm going to go hunting for amongst friends who have been going to cons for a long ass time, stay tuned.

a couple things regarding this now i'm starting to get it together:

i'm gonna ask folks when they send scans if they're happy to be credited by username in a file in the archive, but if anyone doesn't want that for any reason that's all cool!

after speaking with a couple of people regarding the issue of access re: these being something sold at conventions and there being no definitive answer to whether roberts intends to ever do more, for now i've settled on the following. i'm not going to make this a public access thing at the moment, because i really, really don't want this to be a situation where it dicincentivizes folks from buying from a creator if he does decide to re-print any of them. if he indicates more clearly in the future that they're done, i'll re-assess that. if anyone really wants access in the meantime, i'll probably just do it on a case by case basis. (i am aware that for a lot of folks the whole question is moot because buying these requires you be a UK convention go-er anyway, which is like, 0.1% of the mtmte/ll fandom, lmao.)

however, i'm gonna be honest, i think he only sold the chaos theory script once in 2013, so i'm probably gonna put that whole one up somewhere. can't see any harm there tbh.

[pompadourpink]

Hello mom, I was wondering if u have any kind of advice to people trying to overcome an intense relationship (he liked me, but it wasn't as intense for him). He didn't want anything serious, we continued as friends because I didn't want him out of my life. Didn't work because I'd suffer a lot after seeing him. Then I decided to tell him we couldn't see each other anymore. I really miss him but at the same time I know he did some things that hurt me. Yet I am not able to be angry at him.

Hello darling,

I wish you could have given me your age but here are my initial thoughts:

You talk about an intense relationship, a lot of suffering, strong feelings, and missing the guy deeply. No mention of duration, things being done together, a sex life, any type of commitment. From his point of view: liked you (not loved), didn't want anything serious, didn't try to keep you when you left, and hurt you - but you're not angry, so it's most likely nothing very immoral.

All of those things lead me to think that you are quite young, have never been in a relationship, and are potentially codependent. I'm seeing someone who is craving love, has been forgetting herself, doesn't know who she is, might have watched too many movies, and probably has something to heal from. You got a crush on a guy who just went along with it, got disappointed because he wasn't able to give you what you wanted, and felt deeply hurt and rejected by the relationship ending to the point that you can't even see him anymore without feeling crushed.

In the meantime, he was just standing there, stunned, having no idea how you got so infatuated, or why you were so upset, when he never promised anything and was apparently very clear that he didn't want anything serious - which is the case of most young men who just want to have fun before they do settle down.

Here are similar questions I received. Reading "I am 17 and have never had a boyfriend, I think I ruined my life" always makes me SCREM.

TLDR: at the moment you seem so obsessed with the idea of love that you don't care who you date, you just want to date, and that's not good. That's not good because you will be willing to accept anything to start and keep dating the first man who looks at you, which will then keep you from getting into healthy relationships with better men in the future. That's not good because that man will not care about you, and just passively accept everything you'll be throwing at him to try and gain his affections while giving you nothing back until one day you break up with him because you're tired to wait for him to commit (and then he'll meet someone he actually cares for and marry her after six months). That's not good because if you don't know who you are, you won't know what you want, and you'll tolerate everything because you don't know yet what's tolerable or not in a relationship.

Figure out who you are. Try things, see what you like, what you don't like, your political beliefs, ask yourself if you agree with your parents' beliefs and traditions, explore hobbies and passions, travel if you can.

Most importantly, talk to people, make small talk whenever you can, without an agenda, just to experience what they have to offer, and realise that they are not a solution to your loneliness and lack of fulfilment. Getting into a relationship to be happy is like losing weight to finally love the way you look: it's not going to work and you will just constantly adjust the final goal.

Make yourself happy, interesting, believe in yourself, and boys will start looking at you, and seeing someone intriguing they want to get to know, instead of someone miserable they can use until they get bored and meet someone else.

Love,

Mum

#ask #malks

[chasing-rabbits]

Just need to vent a little here. So I’m in this UK handmade selling group on facebook. I’ve always lurked but never posted until recently. I mean I wasn’t really making anything new or selling my old stuff I’d made for my Etsy the whole reason I stopped selling on Etsy was because it got to much for me as I had a lot of irl shit to deal with. So I post my earrings in the group now this group has the same loose definitions of handmade as Etsy does. By this I mean they don’t expect you to be an artisan who makes their own charms for their jewellery. They literally have people selling craft kits - i.e they are buying in paints and brushes and small pottery bits to then combine into a kids craft kit and selling it in this ‘handmade’ group. Which tbh even I think that’s a little bit pushing the boundaries on ‘handmade’ but most of these people also have Etsy’s and that is within Etsy guidelines. So they accept my bubble tea necklaces and then last night I decide to make a post for the earrings. The same ones I’ve promoted on here the fruity ones, the panda butts and the octopus ones. It gets removed/declined for breaking one of the rules. So I’m like okay let’s see it says ‘not handmade’. So I reach out to an Admin who says she’s going to look into it in the meantime I re submit it to the group so she can find it again and look over it and I assumed accept it. She just gets back to me now and says this

Now I want to clarify again just today they have accepted not one not two but multiple posts from other sellers selling earrings with a charm on. One of them even has the EXACT same charm I have on a pair of earrings I’ve got sat right now in my jewellery container. So this isn’t a case of we don’t think they meet the true requirements of ‘handmade’ this is them saying they think I bought these earrings as is that I didn’t attach the charms myself. Bear in mind before they sent this message I offered to send them proof. I said I could show them receipts of where I bought the charms from. I even said I could show photos of the charms because I have charms sat in my jewellery containers on their lonesome and the earring hooks and the findings and all my jewellery making tools. Fuck I even offered to make a video so fuck it I did make a video which is really bad for me because I’ve been SO bad right now with aches in my wrist and hands. So now I’m thinking oh god next thing I’m gonna get back is some criticism of you don’t look like you know what you’re doing so we don’t believe you. I did put in the post I sent them as proof with the video that I AM disabled and right now my hands are not doing great and I was struggling with grip and got the shakes a little when holding the pliers to open the split ring. There’s a reason I’ve not made jewellery since lockdown (except this Monday I had a good day Monday and made some earrings HOWEVER I bought earring hooks that didn’t require me to use split rings. I’ll have to take a picture but the hooks are basically designed in a way that you can just drop the charms and beads onto it. It’ll make sense when I take the pics and post them. But I just had to vent about this because like what am I meant to do in the future when posting to this group? I post something handmade and if they don’t believe me they’re just gonna go nah sorry fuck off and like then what am I meant to do you know? It’s just so fucking dumb like what is it about these earrings specifically that made you think they weren’t handmade compared to the other ones listed on their group from other sellers. Fuck why did they accept my bubble tea necklaces and not these earrings. Like it feels so arbitrary and it’s like well fuck me I guess then. I mean fuck I’m offering you proof and you just ignore it and reply nah soz we don’t believe you. Without even accepting my offer to show you the receipts like nah fucking old white women Karens of FB tho fr. Like and she over there with her cricut selling vinyl personalised mugs and she’s judging my handmade crafts lmfao (also I don’t actually hate on the cricut I have the curio which is a similar model made from the same company like vinyl be all right but like everyone be doing it and technically she could just be buying in from china and Ali express and no one would know so it’s like half the shit on that group you could look at it and think hmm because if its simple enough then yeah it can likely be mass produced and made in china like it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to buy some charms and put them on jewellery like I am aware that I’m not doing anything particularly special here but cut me some slack it takes me twice as long to make this shit because my hands no work and I can’t make consistently because my hands NO WORK so it’s about all I can manage right now)

#vent #fb #fb group #lol I’m not actually that mad its more just frustration with wanting to just laugh at how ridiculous this situation is #Like what the hell do they want from me as proof

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: What do you guys think should I let them date?👀 -Danny

Words: 1,830

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xvii: Girls’ Night

"Jack is the tracksuit's boss, Laura just confirmed it," Clint told her. "So you better buckle up, Kate's going to be insufferable about this one. Which reminds me— Stop."

"Stop what?" She frowned.

"Your flirting."

"Ha! I'm sorry to burst your bubble but no one's flirted with you since the 90s." The young woman resumed her walk. "Maybe it's because you haven't spent much time around me, but I swear this is how I am with everyone..."

"Nah, bullshit," Clint replied. "You don't remember why you hated me so much as a kid, do you?" Cat didn't reply. "The others didn't pay attention, but I had kids, and I could multitask when a child was around. I kept you from stealing guns of unsuspecting guards, from falling on your face thanks to a loose shoelace— I taught you how to tie your first pair of shoes!"

She chuckled. "You were always telling me not to do this or that, I thought you didn't like me."

"I like kids, and you were a funny one, but you needed a firm hand sometimes, and the others weren't great parental figures."

"And if that was the case why didn't you say so?" She raised a brow.

Clint sighed. "I had a soft spot thanks to my kids, so you keeping your distance helped to keep my walls up. Cat, when we find people like you—"

"Freaks?"

"Young," he corrected, "Fury has to make up rules on the go. We weren't there to be your family, you were there to be a future agent and nothing else."

"That's... sad," Cat pouted. "Makes it sound like I had a shitty childhood."

"You don't think that?" He asked, curious to hear what she had to say.

She made a "so-so" gesture. "I was a satisfied kid after Nat and Hill softened my edges, I found ways to have fun... Not that I can properly remember, it's more like a feeling... my heart knows I was happy once."

Cat cringed at her sentence, and Clint patted her shoulder. "You'll figure it out. For now... you gotta promise you won't get involved with Kate."

"If you promise you won't mentor her once this is over."

"Ha! Easy."

"It's a deal, then," Cat pushed the sunglasses up her nose and tightened her jacket around her body, she really needed a new coat.

Kate walked into the apartment carrying several bags. She found Clint covered in frozen food and Copycat trying to scare a few cats from the fire escape.

"What is all this?" Clint asked.

"This is me saving the holidays— Can you help me out?"

Cat closed the window before the dog could sniff the felines. "What are you doing?"

"I'll get Clint home in time for the big day, figured in the meantime, we could celebrate?"

The mutant examined each bag. "Can't remember the last time I attended a Christmas party..."

"Well, you're in luck," Kate patted the seat next to her. "It's movie marathon night, right? Check this out, I got movies..."

"That's very thoughtful of you... thanks," Clint shared a look with Cat.

"Wait— can we put a pause on that and talk about sword-boy for a minute?"

"Oh, right," Cat sat on the armrest, grabbing a bag and looking inside of it. "You go first."

Clint nodded. "You got good instincts, kid."

Kate looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"We did a little digging and turns out Sloan's a shell company that launders money for the tracksuits. And Jack's the CEO."

"You sure?" Cint hummed, so Kate continued. "Okay, well, we're just gonna have to come up with a plan to take down my mom's fiance's organized crime ring..." Kate pulled out something from the paper bag Cat was holding. "While simultaneously having a heartwarming holiday celebration."

The girl threw an ugly sweater at Clint, and Cat laughed. "I get to see you riding a unicorn, and wearing an ugly sweater? Is my birthday today?"

"No, I'm pretty sure you were born the same day as the devil," Clint scowled.

"So you agree my birthday's on Halloween?"

"I got one for you too, Cat—"

"Noup!" She pushed the sweater back into the bag. "Never worn one and I refuse to."

"Oh, c'mon!" Kate pouted. "It's blue!"

"So what? Blue's not my favorite color," Cat insisted.

"Why the hell is your suit blue, then?"

Cat shrugged. Clint made her promise not to get too close to Kate, and telling the story of her dead brother wearing the same color palette when he was alive was the exact opposite.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Red?" She looked into Kate's eyes. "Could be grey, if you give me a good reason."

The young archer cleared her throat. "Got any more of that slushy stuff?"

"In the kitchen."

"Okay!"

Cat chuckled once Kate was out of sight, Clint was staring at her. "What?" The man ripped a slushy bag from his leg and threw it at her head but she caught it. "Yeah, okay! Just wanted to show what flirting really looks like."

Cat heard them stumble over the information and tried to help, but truth be told, it'd been a while since she'd taken down the bad guys without shooting at everybody.

Clint taught Kate a few tricks, Cat knew most from the years he'd trained her, and Kate was a fast learner just like her. Then they circled back to the tough conversations, and Clint ended up telling them the story of when he met Nat.

"When you do what we do for a living," he said, "it's just a game of managing lost, so..."

Cat was upside down on the couch, and Kate's dog was sniffing her hair. "I lost..." she counted with her fingers, "about four or five people in less than a week. I wasn't ready."

"I think you're doing well," Kate tried to cheer her up.

Cat laughed bitterly. "No. I belong in a rehab center, but people think it's okay for me to be mentally ill as long as I can finish the job."

Kate looked at her. "You don't look that far gone to me... right, Clint?"

The man glanced at Cat, who was still upside down on the couch and poking the dog's nose.

"I think we should wait for her to fully develop a brain."

When Clint decided to share he was the Ronin, he dropped this whole speech about them being weapons, hurting people and it remaining tied to who they were. Cat left the room then, taking refuge in the kitchen. A few seconds later she heard the light in the living room turning off, and Kate's steps got closer.

"Clint's called it a night," she announced. "I think we should do the same."

Cat sighed. "Alright."

Kate looked over her shoulder to make sure Clint wasn't listening, then she got closer. "You didn't lose anyone with the blip, right?"

"I got lucky," Cat hesitated. "I had these high school friends... but I used to hang out with my brother more."

"Your brother?"

"Adoptive," Cat explained. "Quicksilver."

"Oh! Wanda Maximoff's twin, right?"

"After signing the accords, he stayed with me. He kind of took me under his wing as a way to cope with the whole situation. He was the only family I ever had. Or at least, the way he treated me is how I think it feels to have one."

Kate looked at her with fondness. "Sounds like a great guy."

She looked away. "He was a flirt, I picked it up from him. It happens without me knowing, but it happens to most people, that's how babies learn to do things, I think."

"So, Copycat," Kate got close enough to lean on the counter, their arms were brushing. "You're like a mash-up of every hero? Can you lift Thor's hammer?"

Cat stared at her with empty eyes. "Tony tried to convince me to test it out when I was fourteen... I thought I wasn't worthy, I was sure I'd killed the people that'd kept me captive..."

"You didn't?"

"I did it after. That's how I met my best friends..." a little smile formed on her face, "I went to space for a couple of years and came back. My mimicking got out of control, so I had to take care of it, and that's when I met..."

"Yeah?"

She cleared her throat. "Doesn't matter."

Kate frowned. "The way you said it makes me think it does."

Cat pulled back a chair and sat down. "You'll be lucky, Kate, if this is the one and only mission you ever do. Most heroes have been taking a time out since we defeated Thanos, that's also luck, but I'm not a lucky person..." Cat looked up expecting to meet Kate's frown, she caught her smiling. "What?"

"You're not an asshole, you're just sad," Kate clasped her hands around Cat's tangling them in place, and she sat down beside her. "I can handle sad."

Cat's worry increased. "You're not paying attention. I just told you I—"

"That's all over," Kate insisted.

"I probably would've been back at it right now if Clint hadn't called."

"Exactly!" Kate leaned closer, but Cat moved away, she couldn't set her hands free. "There's a part of you that wants to change, and that's the part I want to help."

Cat's chest tingled, she'd heard that before. She didn't want to look touched by it though, so she tried to change the subject. "You're clawing at my hands—"

"You're the one with claws, not me," Kate let go. "I don't think you have to be tied to this your whole life. You can be anyone you want at any given moment, and you decide to be Copycat every day."

"It's the only thing I'm good at."

"Maybe there's a reason you're so good at it," Kate suggested. "I think you don't want to be an Avenger 'cause none of your old friends are there, but that'll change now that I'm here."

"What if the only reason I was an Avenger was that other people were watching me, not because they were my friends?"

"No one's watching now, while you're telling me how you really feel."

"You're watching," Cat was quick to reply. "You haven't stopped staring."

"Exactly, I've been watching for a long time so I know what I'm saying," she grinned. "I think you should try again, but this time with me. You think I'm a good person, right?"

"I-I guess?"

"Then copy me! That's what you do best, right? Before you know it, you'll be good without trying."

She wanted to refuse, but it was tempting. The idea of being around someone like Kate was something she hadn't tried yet. People who were open about their feelings. She was lucky to have met her now, when she needed it the most.

"If we become coworkers we can't date," Cat tried.

"Says who?"

"I'm too much trouble for a spoiled princess like you, I don't think you can handle it."

"I literally just said I could."

"It's not your job."

"I never said that," Kate smiled. "It's an adventure."

The archer made her think there was something worth saving within her. If good behavior was what it took to stay...

Her mind was incredibly quiet, there was no ticking.

Cat supported her chin in one hand. "You have no idea where you're getting into."

"My mom raised a spoiled princess, but not a coward," Kate got up with a playful glint in her eyes.

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This Episode has for some reason no subtitles. So you have to bear with me here. I hope the next one has subtitles again. (The Episode just crashed on me... great.) Anyway, in the last Episode there was an attack on some grave that has been protected and out of that grave came some weird monsters. And apparently, this was the grave of "gift-users". Which... sounds to me like, if you have powers like Kudo-san, you are actually always destined to become the same monster he is supposed to fight, if no one protects the grave properly. In any case, this person (I think its a woman, but it also could be an androgynous man) is supposed to be the heir to the throne? This persons father, the current emperor wants Kiyoka(?) dead. So I am not sure yet if we can trust his heir. (Oh, they said "his highness" so... I guess its a man. He sounds like a woman tho ^^')

At least the Episodes title got translated.

The prince gave us a prophecie. That there will be a battle and people could die. But oh well... maincharacters hardly ever die XD

Now the prince warned Kiyoka that the future for him and his fiance will be difficult for a while. But that je trusts that he can get through it - or something like that.

In the meantime, Miyo continues her "Lady lessons" with her futuer sister in law.

So... Kiyokas Sister (whos name I also can not seem to remember) asked Miyo to call her "sister" but it immedeatly gives her bad trauma-responses to use or hear the word "sister".

Mr.Bad-Guy working for the evil Emperor here, has come directly to Kiyoka, to pretend to want to work with him.

Kiyoka is barely coming home because of this incident. And I do not know, why the romance animes these days always has to keep the couples apart from each other as soon as we establish that we are in love. Its annyoing, really.

In any case... it seems like Miyo nightmare are getting worse.

Miyo is either getting sick, beeing cursed or its the lack of proper sleep, because she just collapsed in the middle of the street. Mr.Bad-Guy here thankfully catched her.

The Episode is over. Lets go to the next.

Good news! We have subtitles again and I can go back to watching this in Japanese.

With the barrier not broken, I also assume its Miyo herself who causes the nightmares. Not willingly of course. Its more like... her powers going haywire for some reason. What I don't understand is... why did it only start after she came to the Kudo-House? Did the house of her father somehow seal her powers or something?

You should! Its been like one and a half episodes without you two directly interacting with each other! Even as the viewer it feels lonely! XD

Now thats what we all needed!

That communication is the key to a happy relationship is not something people just say, it actually is true. These two have yet to learn it. She tried hard to hide things to prove that she can handle taking care of a "family" without leaning on her husband. He didn't say he knew about her struggles, because he wanted to respect her reasoning. BUT once again IF one of them had talked, this situation could have easily been prevented. And why I get Miyos reasons - not that she was right with her thought, but I get that her abuse for so many years leads her to such thoughts - I do not understand Kiyokas reasons. He loves her. He wants to help her. He wants to protect her. Why did he not say anything sooner?

I... do not know what this was. He wasn't cruel to her. He was concerned. He leashed out a bit, yes, but just out of concern. But she acted like he did something horrible to her and now he actually believes it.

What a mess...

#My happy marriage Mona Version #MhM Mona Version

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