#how many tags am i supposed to be making

[nightdivinity]

Drink Responsibly! Prologue

ABO!Vampire!Batfam x reader

Minors! Do! Not! Engage! +18 only.

Platonic! Alfred, Bruce x reader, Possessive! Batboys x reader

Warnings: Alcohol, bad choices, stupid choices, possessive behavior, a/b/o fic, there is slight blood and gore, it's a vampire au, age gaps, because they're all significantly older, it's going to get suggestive from here on out, reverse harem, slight proofreading

Writer's Note: I want to thank @sophiethewitch1 for inspiring me and talking me through posting my writing. I hope it doesn't let you down! This is also my first time posting my writing on Tumblr, please be gentle. English is not my first language. Also, this is a why choose fic. So, it's Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian x reader. Maybe even Duke. I think four is a lot. Got to draw the line somewhere. Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow.

It was midnight when you finally stumbled out of the latest club. Your heels were long gone, as you had taken them off the first time they got stuck in a grate. You’re pretty sure you handed them to a nice girl in the bathroom while her friend held your hair as you threw up copious amounts of alcohol and bar food. She had been super nice, you liked the way her short black hair was spiked, and her blonde friend’s eyeliner was superb. Anyways, now you are shoeless and desperately looking for the next bar on your crawl.

Gin’s. Ooh, that’ll do. You reach out and grab your friend’s bicep, point at the neon sign, and do vague gestures. Of course, your friend is not as well off as you are, so it takes a while to get your point across. Only they start crying again over their bullshit bar fling, and the fact you have no shoes.

It didn’t matter, none of it truly mattered. Not a single thing. This was your one night off after weeks of back-to-back grueling shifts at a job that doesn’t care whether you live or die. Yesterday you even took a quick unintentional power nap on the toilet. All of this resulted in you being slightly crazed and a little deranged as your night progressed.

But hey, Gotham just brings that out in people. In your job's defense, no one could take any more sick or inclement weather days thanks to all the random villain attacks next to or at your office. You blame the monthly rut.

At least you didn’t get stuck on the subway taped to a bench by the Riddler this week as he awkwardly rifled through a notebook of pickup lines. Life was certainly looking up.

See, unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the propaganda you consumed, you were born an Omega. Which had never truly been an issue. Except for the fact that thanks to a few foul choices from the government, it was getting harder and harder to get access to affordable pheromone blockers. You wouldn’t have even chanced this outing if you hadn’t found that one pill that rolled a little under your cabinet. Hey, you were desperate for a night out.

“I’m going there”, you slur.

Yes, this was asinine, but you still managed to wheel yourself and your friend to Gin’s. You hardly noticed the dark shadows following you as your friends from the bathroom quietly herded you. As you and your friend jaywalked across the street, you didn’t notice the red-headed woman standing in the middle of the road, blocking traffic from actually hitting you. It also barely registered when the nice boy with flashing gold eyes took your hand and led you past the line and directly to the front. This. Was. Your. Night. Out.

“Hey man, she can’t come in here with no shoes”, the bouncer at the door complains.

He was going to say more until he looked at the man holding your hand so nicely. You could hear the slight choking noise, and in your drunken stupor, you stumbled a little into your guide.

“He’s going to shit himself”, you stage-whisper. Or what you think was whispering. You were screaming over the pounding bass spilling out of the door.

                “Shhh, Jackson, she’s with me”, your guide replies.

                “She can come in, her friend can’t. Sorry Duke, they’re way too fucked up”, the bouncer swears.

                You gasp and let go of Duke’s hand, instead reaching for your friend and pulling them tight into your embrace. While smashing their face into your chest. Even though you were the most drunk you’ve ever been, you didn’t miss the spike in pissed-off Alpha vibes that happened around you. Still, you smacked a hand against your friend’s ear in an effort to protect them from what was said. Then you got sidetracked by their hair. It reminded you that you wanted a pet. Although with your work and class schedule, it would probably die in a week. Three days tops. At least you had your emotional support friend.

                “I can’t leave them alone”, you say.

                “Hun, how about I call them an Uber, they look like they’re ready to pass out. They definitely can’t handle it anymore”, Duke replies.

                He gestures towards your friend, and you notice how they’re slowly swaying on their feet. Eyes half closed. Shit. It would be shitty if you left them passed out somewhere in the bar as you danced and drank. They were already on their fourth wind and fading fast.

                “Look, you see this nice car”, Duke continues.

                He turns you three, and suddenly you notice the nice black town car next to the road. You vaguely register the fact that it’s one of those high-roller cars. Ones that only the richest in Gotham could afford.

                “See, this is Killian, he works for Wayne Enterprises. He’ll make sure your friend makes it home. I’ll even have him text you when they get there. Won’t that be nice? You don’t have to worry at all (y/n).”, he tells you.

                You nod, and it all makes sense somehow in your drunken brain. He knows your name, so obviously you know him. He also knows your friend, since he rattles off their address and gently pries them from your clutches before handing them off to Killian.

You pay no mind to the mention of a name that would have sent shivers down your spine normally. Wayne. Mysterious and dangerous to all who get involved.

                “I need them back, don’t sell their organs”, you warn.

                Then he gives you a tight brisk smile as he turns away from you. A persistent thought is starting to nag its way through the cotton in your head. The slightest unsettling feeling. Maybe there was something wrong with that blocker pill you found on the floor of your kitchen. You were certainly feeling as though there were a lot of pissed-off Alphas near you. The undercurrent of anger was a tang you couldn’t escape. More and more you felt the need to run somewhere dark and quiet to hide.

                You ignore the persistent tugging by Duke as you watch your friend get loaded into the car and driven away. Well. That ends that.

                The next time Duke tugs on your hand, it causes you to slightly stagger. He easily catches you and spins you around and through the door before you can protest.

                “Can I have a Rum and Coke?”, you shout over the music.

                “Yeah totally”, Duke shouts back.

                It’s only until you are tugged past the bar that you realize that everything is not all sunshine and daisies. No. No. This is wrong. You want to go back.

                You put your heels in. Duke was not ready for resistance as your hand slid out of his grasp on the way to the V.I.P. section. He turns around to get a better hold of you, only to watch you slip into the crowd and get lost in the sea of swaying bodies. Fuck. He was told to bring you to them. You still had to be here, there’s no way you could have bumbled off far. Shit. One job.

                Duke ran a palm over his face as he scanned the crowd. There’s no doubt in his mind. Bruce was going to be pissed. He wasn’t supposed to know about your little excursion out. Everyone had agreed, they would watch over you as the day turned. You still weren’t used to Gotham; you didn’t know the sort of creatures that came out during the night. While the rest of the world was happy and filled with normal and meta shifters, Gotham was overflowing with the less-than-stable. All more than happy to take a bite out of the innocent. The only thing that kept it in check was the unspoken King and his disgraced hellions.

If you had been sober, you would have noticed the people slowly disappearing from the crowd. You would have noticed that tonight was absolutely not a good night to be out. One by one, shrieks of fear and pain were mistaken for fun. Jostling in the crowd was hardly registered as the violence spread. The whole night, you were in a sea of sharks feeding. Now you had finally ditched what you didn’t know was your only protection.

                 Not to worry, fear splashes hot and cold against your nerves as sharp claws grip your arm, your back slamming into the bar as a distended jaw hisses open in front of you.

                Yeah. Maybe you should have been drinking responsibly.

#abo batfam x reader #vampire batfam x reader #batfam x reader #how many tags am i supposed to be making #is this yandere? I'm going to go ahead and tag it #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #I'm dying from all this #Can and will be crying later

[fisheito]

SCREMS my snautsticic child he is trying ok!!!!!! one tiny snake human hybrid built from the cave-ground-up, , attempting to learn all the implicit rules of humanness?! as if it isn't already tough enough out here!!!!

#ALL he has to work off of is the Great Serpent's memories? fuzzy clips of ppl he might have seen or interacted with?? #depending on the kind of snake he was he could have a variety of defense mechanisms #he could have had to suppress his hissing instinct. or maybe he contorted his body in that adorably vertical corn snake way when he scared #big baby eyes trying to mimic the ppl around him but they are busy being judgemental #so many stupid little human things that villagers try to explain to him as “that's just the way it is” or “never really thought about why” #and yakumo just stares in disbelief bc how could u have never thought about the concept of goosebumps #you're telling me ur skin turns into plucked-bird-skin when you're cold or frightened and that is completely mundane? #you're telling me that when ppl try to hug you it is NOT because they want to strangle u to death and eat u???? #how much strength am i supposed to put into a hug then. NOT bone crushimg?????? #WHAT EMOTION IS THIS GESTURE SUPPOSED TO CONVEY #yakumo #the tags tho #now imagining blade and yakumo shaking hands and discussing “why are humans such funky lil guys and why do they do the things they do” #several of the non-humans gather in a monthly meeting like: #on today's agenda: WTF is kissing. why are they smashing their food holes together. #one week they bring in a guest human (edmond?) and ask him all of humanity's big questions from non-human POV #and edmond's just like ??? i don't know???!?!?? #and eberyone throws up their arms in frustration bc if humans don't make sense to the humans then what are we supposed 2do

[da-proti-toku-grem]

why can't anyone understand that everyone is different and not everyone likes the same things and that it's completely okay AND normal for someone not to like going out and preferring to stay at home :/

#honestly i understand that my parents care about me and they don't want me to be feeling bad #and that they ask me bc they just want to make sure i'm okay #but i've explained to them what i feel like and they just don't get and i get mad but i akso know it's not their fault and just... oughhhhh #like yeah i have a weird kind of social anxiety according to my therapist and even she doesn't know exactly how to help me yet #but there are just so many reasons behind why i don't like going out and it's not just bc it gives me anxiety #or why those situations give me anxiety in the forst place #1. i'm just a very introverted person that doesn't like going out #2. crowded places/closed spaces/places where there's not enough ventilation/loud places (be it people talking or just music) overwhelme me #3. all said in 2 + flashing lights give me huge migraines that can linger for over 3 days #4. i am very much a night owl and i'm forced to live in a society where that isn't fucking acceptable apparently and i'm called lazy for - #- not being productive in the morning when the only reason behind it is that i am a lot more productive at night #but no one ket's me do that bc 'why are you doing stuff when you're supposed to be asleep?' #i have been the same since i was little. literally nothing has changed #and people where always like 'oh she's just shy' #but idk wtf changed #maybe it was that i became and 'adult' or maybe the fact that i started therapy and they told my parents that i have social anxiety. idk #but suddenly every single person in my family is worried about it and they're genuinely making me feel like there's smth wrong about me #i mean. i have my problems i'm not gonna go telling you that i'm perfect bc i'm pretty much not #but is there really smth that wrong with me that i need to fix #or is society just a bitch that doesn't understand that there's different kinds of people and everyone is different & IT'S COMPLETELY OKAY #have they ever thought about the fact that maybe these situations cause me anxiety bc i've been forced all my life to do them #even if i don't like them #instead of thinking that i don't like them BC they cause me anxiety?? #i mean. i know i have to go out more and that there's tons of things i can do ofc #but you can't just force me to do things i don't want to and put on a good face while doing it *every.fucking.day* #aaaaand i could add a lot more things but i'm once again reaching the tag limit so i shoukd just shut up #it's just driving me crazy bc i know they're trying to help but it really is not helping at all............. #ranting

[icewindandboringhorror]

Misc. photos from the past year or so ~

#image commentary in tags once again since they don't allow captions anymore and I feel weird using the alt text for that -- #1. napping bapy boye sneeping on his own foot as if it were a pillow #2. The little primrose that I have seems to bloom sporadically all year around as long as I bring it inside and don't let it freeze #in the winter. This was a flower that came up randomly like mid november lol #3. Rainbow where you can see a little bit of a second rainbow near the bottom of it :0 #4. CHILDREN.... love to see them..... #5. Halloween Candy ranking tierlist. not important enough to post on it's own. so throwing it in with one of these I guess lol #I am also not really a candy person at all and prefer bready stuff like cakes rather than chocolate bars (if I even have to have sweets #at ALL which usually I prefer savory food). I suspect the apple is controversial but.. I do love apples .... huzzah #actually am having applle and peanut butter snack right now as I'm writing this lol #6. Various bowls/cups/etc. that I got from a store at COMPLETELY different times like.. years apart from each other #yet at some point realized that they all mostly match in paint color and seem to be part of the same pattern #But I totally didnt make that connection until a few years ago when I was putting up dishes. I just bought them all invidually because it's #like 'oh cool! a cat' *1 year later* 'oh cool! a cat!' etc. lol.. I guess it must be a popular design if it's been around being sold that #long. #7. carne asada burrito and matcha bubble tea... oughhgh.... again one of my very rare meals where I actually go and get something.. #probably my favorite meal currently. Something about the Chronic Anemia makes me crave beef burritos madly despite only having one #maybe twice a year or so ghjbhj.. plus the beans.... onions.... many of my Diet Forbidden foods... Also of course the little aishas #are there.... somehow they shall split the meal together even though it's like 10x bigger than their bodies.. they are also hungry #and vastly anemic... huzzah to them... #8. I've had this shirt for a long time but it fits very weird so I can never find a way to use it in outfits?? But I recently had #an appointment where a doctor needed to be able to look at my back and it's one of the only actual Shirts that I have (mostly i just own #long robes or tunics or jumper dress type of things that would be hard to lift up or etc. like... I dont even own a single normal 't-shirt' #or anyting aside from one giant tshirt that I sleep in in the summer lol.) So I wore this there.. I forget how much I love the pictures on #it.. how pleasant... little hummingbird... AND I think one of the flowers is supposed to be columbine ... ! #photo diary

[jinstronaut]

this is also why i stopped using my tracked tag for a while tbh

#and i might do it again bc its just #a reminder that no one rly cares abt what i do / who i am etc #which might sound over dramatic idk how else to describe it tho its just hollow #it feels very much like a Chore and a Task and if i dont reblog things fast enough from my tag #people get very angry and/or upset with me even tho theres just #so much content and i have 0 time so everything gets queued no matter what #like this whole experience feels like a chore lmao #and it never ever used to #but now theres so much animosity if i dont behave / interact with things Properly #or whatever the make believe rules are idk #this dash can just be so negative like have we all truly descended into madness during this hiatus #bc like i get it ive been up and down and all around too but ive never been straight up MEAN to anyone in this community #and i never want to either so this entire situation thats been bubbling for months just feels like shit #bc what the fuck changed and how do we get back to where we were #i never ever ever ever felt this way before like idk the middle of last year #but ever since like last fall its just been idk. Bad #once again im sorry if ive ever done anything to upset anyone but my silence / absence doesnt mean i dont care #ive just been Incredibly busy due to some real life changes that are out of my control #i might not have energy to answer everything but i do Read everything and it does make me smile #and i save messages that are kind in my heart so i can be reminded of the root of what this blog is supposed to be #a space for something im very passionate about and previously had nowhere else to express said passion #so like idk if we all like the same things why does this weird feeling of competition linger over us lmao #why do all ccs have to fight???? each other???? when we all love and do the same things???? #i have nothing against anyone personally but what i Do take issue with is the way that ive been doing this since 2021 and im fully just #ignored and shoved aside by so many people for reasons i fully dont know or understand #so yeah idk this is a novel i just woke up from a spontaneous nap bc im so exhausted i can only stay awake for 3 hours at a time #but yeah anyways idk ! #be nice its so easy ! #tbd

[kimikitti]

Ok I am bad with social media. But can someone explain to me like what exactly you are supposed to do with mutuals? Like I follow them and then they follow me back. Are we... supposed to do anything after that? Do I DM them afterwards? I'm very confused.

#Please help #Also is moots a short form for mutual? #Someone should come up with like a social media how to book because I open up this website and get instantly bamboozled #Its even worse on Twitter #Like #I just want to look at people's art. Why is there so much text? #Also #So many buttons #What am i supposed to do with them? #How do replies even work on there? #What does ratio mean and why is that a big deal? #I get so confused whenever I leave my homepage #Like threads? How do I read those? #Oh I got carried away in the tags #Also how do I look up stuff on there tags make no sense #Ok I'm done #I feel ashamed whenever someone in irl asks if I post on Twitter and I'm like #I am scared to touch any other button other than like

[flufflecat]

does anyone remember that frankly horrendous project i started about a year ago? well great news, im back at it. sorry.

this is ironic this is ironic i do not want to be doing this but i simply cannot stop myself when the urge to (ironically) design markerplier bishoujo figures strikes. dont ask questions.

#markiplier #wilford warfstache #i dont want to tag this #i dont want to have made this #i dont want to be CONTINUING to make this #but i sure am! #this still isnt the final thing #this is just me trying to figure out proper anatomy better and then going overboard #by coloring and shading what was supposed to be a sketch #this is me Suffering #also 'proper anatomy' sure is a Stretch when it comes to drawing anime figures aint it fjkdsla #this thing is not shaped like a human #this thing gives me body dysmorphia every time i try to look in the mirror to figure out how the shoulders will work or smth #still fun to draw tho #in a horrible and soul wrenching kind of way #anyway engineer is next #fluffle art #wip #fluffle regrets everything and blames this on idk. because im poor. oh no my poorness has caused me to make rash decisions. somehow. #and now ive designed many anime girl figures of markiplier characters #(ironically) #if only i was rich so i wouldnt have to be doing this oh sob sob cry #give me money and ill Stop

[meirimerens]

i know the Willow Mellow lore gets worse the longer you dig inside of it + it reflects even Worse on the writers when you put the actual words on her situation but let's not forget Darlings she is a child. she is 15 to 17yo depending on what piece of documentation we refer to, too young to consent to sex and therefore does not fit the category of "sex worker", and instead falls under the definitions of "sexually exploited youth", more specifically "sexually exploited child", as UNICEF, UNESCO, Convention for the Rights of the Child, [...] and general common sense all define "child" as "person under the age of 18".

she is the victim of kidnapping by her """adoptive father""" and of sexual exploitation by her (presumably adult) "clients" (as she does not appear to have a pimp, and is instead written saying she loves what she does and such giddy teehee fun. [powerful side-eye through someone in the writing team.] [she's not a Real Person I have to stress, so someone wrote her like this, wrote this kid like this.] [it is all part of a narrative in which she is struggling to shake off her "father's" exploitation, an inherently tragic one, but she still was written that way, and could have been written any other way, with any other "rebellious" act]). calling her a sex worker as a child who is basically the same age as P2 Capella or Grace is putting her in a Grown-Up category especially harmful considering we are supposed to read her as an indigenous girl, member of the Kin (even if her lore is Mysterious and Hazy) and indigenous women and girls are sexualized in racialized ways which often paint them as more ~~~naturally~~~ sexually liberated, or docile, or submissive, or [insert racist x sexist stereotype promoted by colonizers to excuse the mistreatment of indigenous women and girls].

tldr yes it's worse when you actually call her what she actually is, and worse tenfold when you read what the writers make her say about it [even as an inherently tragic situation that we can recognize and put words on (hence this post), she could have been written any other way, with any other rebellious act, but you know.] but you know x2 (SIDE-EYES SOMEONE ON THE WRITING TEAM VERY HARD TIL ME EYES POP OUT ME SKULL)

#/!\ POST ABOUT SEMANTICS. POST ABOUT SEMANTICS ALERT. /!\ #this is not pointed or written with wicked intents btw ^ i've seen it a few times from different people and it's just that if we want to be #able to talk about these things within the narrative and how the depictions of the Kin impact the around-game/critique this game in general #game (esp. p1 which is very much about. words and wording and navigating webs of words among so many other things) #we have to be able to name these things. especially in relation to. d*bowski do you mind coming to the mic and telling us #what was behind your head. no pressure sir #protecting this kid from the writing with my entire body like that one soldier meme #ooh d*bowski you are not making it out alive i'll tell you that much. #in the same way you wouldn't call mcdonalds hiring 14yo ''employment'' you'd call it. exploitative child labor. #but it's even worse because <3 aw the misogyny oozing through the pores of a lot of the patho narrative #because of maybe perhaps allegedly the head writer. allegedly! #how the fuck am i supposed to tag any of this #csa / #willow mellow #willow pathologic #pathologic #it'd be Less Worse if she was an adult bc at least she could consent [in a vacuum; if we ignore the fact that she's a kidnapping victim; #if we ignore the fact that the Kin who she merges with sees its women be sexualized and its ways of life crushed by the colonizers #and assimilated in ways they might not like; etc] but yknow. detailed herb brides bodies and whatnot.

[nellyrue]

Everyone mad about main character syndrome Imogen

Me shoving Percy in a closet like in tangled

#critical role #critical role spoilers #this is only supposed to make you laugh #like totes okay if you dont like it when one character gets more attention than others or have arcs around them #also two characters did die so like that is very upsetting #but i am not someone who minds it even when my fave dies (orym) #but i need something to make me giggle until next week so i can see how much to cry you know #also not tagging characters so i hope it doesnt show up in those tags #after so many years on tumblr one would think i know how to use #i do not

[onewhomariaentrusted]

Tell the class a scene you really like from DBH 👀

Oh this is probably going to be such an unoriginal opinion, especially for a Connor fan. But my fave would have to be the Bridge chapter scene. It's literally nothing but a tense conversation, yet it carries more weight for me than many of the other action packed scenes.

Hank having his "oh shit" moment where he finally comes to the realisation that androids may just be alive. And it's shaken him. I mean sure, he's worked with Connor for a day or so, and sure, he's seen some snippets throughout the investigation. Mostly androids running away or lashing out due to their mistreatment -- but robots showing love for one another? The arguably most human thing you could do? Hank didn't need the assistance in rationalising the want for another drink, but the Tracis sure helped anyway. At this point, I don't want to say that Hank's viewpoint is entirely changed, since if you're playing as machine Connor it can end quite badly, but it's what I would consider the most prominent turning point.

But what about Connor? I'm usually playing along the deviant route, so my Connor is usually snarky, but not an entire asshole like he is when you play full machine. And in those playthroughs, there's several small moments that Hank has seen Connor act sympathetic. But is it real? I like the fact that when Hank asks Connor why he didn't shoot the Tracis, the option for "Truth" is what leads to higher software instability. It may or may not be intended, but I'm definitely one of those that believe that Connor was designed to be a deviant. A deviant in the biggest amount of denial the world has ever seen. However, this chapter is what I would consider to be Connor's turning point.

I mentioned that I usually play the deviant route, but I would also note that when I do play machine Connor, I play him as manipulative. He will do and say whatever he can to achieve his goals -- this usually means being nice to Hank where possible -- but not at the risk of the mission. In this chapter however, if you've been acting as a machine this entire time, many dialogue options are locked out. And from memory there is no way to increase the relationship with Hank in this scene. There is no lying to him. No manipulation. It's either cool neutrality, or aggression. And for reasons I can't quite put into words, I really enjoy that fact.

#Oh I rambled I'm so sorry #I feel like I could add more and that I may not make complete sense in some regards but I am very tired #this is the first time I've received an ask by someone who's not a bot so that's nice! #am I supposed to tag you here? ehehe how does this work?? #dbh #dbh Connor #Connor RK800 #Hank Anderson #dbh Hank #Detroit Become Human #Detroit: Become Human #also how many times can I say turning point in a post? It's just a key point in the story okay! T^T

[hotsugarbyglassanimals]

Can’t say I’m a big fan of flip flopping between catastrophization and optimism based on whether or not something Bad has happened to me but….. mm

#tags cw: suicide ideation #i think the former started happening because of well… -gestures toward the state of the world- #like i do not think I suddenly developed some kind of specific disorder (… maybe depression if anything ?) #but how the fuck am I supposed to weave through life normally when aware of the fact that living in this country is precarious for many - #- reasons… this planet is carelessly havinf co2 dumped into the atmosphere when we know its going to slowly kill us #many more reasons its difficult to get into #i guess thats depression . Silly (im a psych student i should know this) #or maybe im having extremely poor emotional regulation stemming from continued added stressors throughout my life #i heard that can be a facet of adhd (fun…) which.. i guess so lol #it used to be so much more worse until I got adderall and any time I made a mistake that stressed me out it was like. instant Ideation #adderall used to make me feel elevated which was nice but now i just feel normal (which is better) #*(which is better than it was before)

[eltheabberation]

Messy panel redraw for a crack au I made :> (original panel is from :re chapter 2)

#my doodles #you can tell I’m much better at drawing one of these characters than the other #I love drawing Kanae their hair is so fun to draw <33 #souta on the other hand #what the fuck am I supposed to do man #anyway the plot of this au is like a swap au except everyone is either #a. virtually the same #b. swapped with someone that makes sense #or c. how did we get here #sorry for so many tags I made this shit up in my head a while ago and it has been marinating in my brain since then

[shoutzwastaken]

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#so glad i still have tumblr so i can vague freely without remorse in the tags #anyways how many times does someone have to ghost you in a day for them to not be your best friend anymore #because it's getting really hurtful at this point #like you cannot make it more clear that you do not want to interact with me #you post yourself talking to other people and you always have shit to say to them but to me it's nothing but dismissal #which is fine but also don't say you “miss me” when i've been here the whole time #waiting for you to remember i even exist #how am i supposed to believe you if you do nothing to prove it? #i can literally only take your word for it when you say that because your actions are the opposite of what you say #sorry #i just want to not feel like shit #and have a best friend who talks to me again #i guess that is too much to ask

[the-two-skeletons-in-one]

*so... new blog am i right? hehe... what the bloody juice am i doing?...

#utdr #that is questionable #sans undertale #papyrus undertale #because well... i am base on them i suppose #undertale au #that is questionable too... #wait how many can i make in tag? #is there a limit to tags? #i should tag what i am drinking? #annoying orange juice #hahaha hey apple... no no forget that #ut au #and i am think ill never find the end of the tag so ... yeah #au sans #au papyrus #i still don't know if au is what i am #is mostly tho... #[OP HERE! So hmm this is a new blog with a skeleton thing #you guys can judge later #ill never leave my undertale fandom crisis]

[aquariium-ediits]

not to be un-silly for a little but agh i wish i had more online friends

#mioara rambles✦ #about to be emo in the tags one sec #all my irl friends have friends #who they hang out with more than me #it feels as though i am stuck at the 'acquaintances' phase with literally everyone i know #how tf are you supposed to make actual friends- #me when the -100 social skills #like i know so many cool people online but aghh hhhow the heck do you like. get closer to people? #afsrgegfegdgsdggfaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #ask to tag #just in case

[moved-to-void-kissed]

unstoppable force of self-insert making meets immovable object of name deciding

#a call from the void #self-inserts #I went from having no ideas about names to having too many ideas for names and not knowing how to decide which one to use here #maybe it will be easier when I have more of the design down..? but I already kind of have the concept for it #(it's essentially just. lab coat. because this is my scienceverse self-insert) #I even already have her tag idea look #self‑insert: sunglasses scientist (name pending) #..it's a placeholder but it's still *there* #I like being more of a nerd. and this is a science thing! so I can be more of a nerd here. there's even plant stuff! #but i'm still not sure on the name.. chiara? elisa? lisia? gabriella? lorenza? #I was actually supposed to have been named gabriella but my parents decided that would make my full name too hard to pronounce #(as if I can even remember the last time anyone pronounced my surname correctly anyway..) #mmm.. maybe i'll think about it tomorrow if I have time #I said in the server i'd work more on my kirby self-insert too.. though obviously that one is not for romantic selfship purposes #that one is just me wanting to be in kirby (and also mario because I use the same self-insert for both series) #in any case I hope everyone is having a good evening #I am also having a good evening I just reached a bit of a stumbling block