#yea yea sometimes i write

[pizzee]

In the final battle between namor and shuri, when namor is fighting to win and shuri is fighting to kill, she’s about to end it when she stops. When her all consuming quest for vengeance fueled by an anger that’s turned from inward to outward (anger at herself for not noticing her brother’s illness, for being too slow, for not making the heart shaped herb fast enough, for not being able to save him, for not being there when he died).

And the shots reverse. The destruction is undone, everything goes back to normal. But not because she kills namor, but because she doesn’t. Because she puts an end to the cycle of destruction, of colonialism turning peoples against each other, of generational trauma, of grief. Because Queen Ramonda speaks to her, and namor’s mother reaches out to him.

She demands he yield but it’s more than that. He yields but it’s more than that. It’s ending the ceaseless grief that’s been haunting them both for so long, it’s ending the violence that would’ve haunted their people for eternity. Stopping the violence the oppressors who seek to exploit them want to see, and the violence they themselves want to inflict. Namor adds a new painting to his wall, imoritalizing the end of something ancient. Shuri burns her funeral robes, marking the beginning of something new. And while they’ve both loved and lost and lost so much more, death is of course, not an end. It’s a stepping off point into something new. Beyond grief and rage. Into healing.

Or at least, the start of it.

#black panther wakanda forever #black panther #wakanda forever #shuri black panther #namor #black panther spoilers #teehee more ridiculous hour morning thoughts because I cried again thinking ab it #and my friend said she didn’t get the reverse shots so now I gotta write an analysis #this movie is doing something to me yall #yea yea sometimes i write

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Gotta say, of all the protagonists in mxtx books, shen yuan is the most relatable. Why? I too would read an absolutely god awful trash terrible webnovel for the sole person of bitching about it.

#no you don’t understand I do that all the time #i don’t usually write reviews to fics unless I have something really nice to say #i just bitch at my friends about the terribleness I find #and sometimes I’ll make a post about a particularly funny bad one #but I respect shen yuan’s dedication to letting airplane bro know he’s a sellout #I appreciate shen yuan’s feral behavior so much he’s my role model #like yea Wei Wuxian is a Mood ™ #as is Xie Lian just for different reasons #but neither are nearly as ridiculous as shen yuan #he’s literally a rich boy with too much time on his hands and no life besides reading trash novels and complaining about it #shen yuan #svsss shen qingqiu #shen qingqiu #mxtx svsss #svsss #svsss shitpost #mxtx novels #mxtx #mxtx fandom #mxtx hell #scumbag system #scumbag villain #scumbag self saving system #svsss shen yuan #pidw

[mementoasts]

elias, who thinks gwen is pushing herself too hard: "like i know ur trying to work ur way up at this job but is it worth sticking around when u look so unhappy every time i see u? maybe try something else, aim a little less high?"

gwen, internally: Perhaps murder is the key.

#this is so stupid dfghjsjhdshdk. posts this at almost 5am bc i feel silly. yea that's a vape pen in his hand #i could write some little thoughts abt (surprisingly concerned) loser uncle elias but i won't unless someone asks sdfghjkh #i just think they'd be so funny. gwen HATES this guy but he's actually lowkey kinda cool sometimes sdfghjkkjh #elias bouchard #the magnus protocol #tmagp #gwen bouchard #gwendolyn bouchard #the void given form

[vhstown]

unpopular opinion: you don't need to fit characters into tropes (like personality wise)

like maybe this character is more complex than just "grumpy brooding sad" and this other character is more than just "a cute ball of sunshine!"

tropes are fun and i love them but some of them can get so out of character like. it's OKAY to not put 100 little labels that vaguely fit onto a character. yes it can help but you can also just. write them however you want without that kind of rigid box labelled "who did this to you" their legs are sticking out of.

they can still have that trope sure but it's a lot more convincing when it's considered in the context of their goals and priorities and beliefs about the world u get me

#im not hating on tropes!!! no shade!!! #i love me some grumpy x sunshine but sometimes its just not necessary #make a dynamic thats specific to that one pairing!!! or that one character in general even outside of romance #yea some chrs fall naturally into tropes but #dont chuck them in trope prison #fanfiction #writing #just my opinion #vee rants #vee chats

[tindove]

I know this has probably already been said but….the fact that there is that little bit of static/noise when they are (most likely) lying just adds to the feeling of us as the viewers being a part of the fears(?)—more than tma every did even with the connection to the Web. Because that tiny deviation just solidifies that we are this thing listening them, and knowing things about them, that they have no control over. They supposedly can’t even lie. For we will simply know. We know them. They aren’t allowed to be unknown to us and longer it goes on the further we encroach.

Again this is all based on the idea that we are more so representing/actually are something of note. Other than the tapes. Mostly because I really enjoy the idea of that.

The littlest things, such as following them around, makes what is functionally us…feel more alive.

Not even can their words be concealed to the things that are slowly being filtered through, for we are a filter too.

#yea I like to do silly as little poetry sometimes too #I gotta have a little bit of fun with it #if I wasn’t so busy focusing on writing god would I be drawing these guys #I adore this so much so far I swear I do #they consume me #tmagp #tmagp speculation #does this count as a theory? #I’m more just talking out my ass lmao #the magnus protocol

[muzzleroars]

You've mentioned in a previous post that your Michael aims to either kill or imprison Fallen Gabe in Treachery.

Wouldn't that make the Ferryman a target?

I imagine that some of the virtues Gabe used to command would be fully aware of the Ferryman's devotion which may prompt Michael to seek them out assuming they would know where Gabe is hiding, and I don't think he would be nice about it, especially since the terminal entries say that the Ferryman's idols are considered perverse and probably seeing all the high quality Gabe fanart would set him off.

Maybe seeing first-hand the cruelty of heaven that Gabe has been unknowingly shielding them from would help them see that the kindness, grace and other traits they idolize in Gabe are the very things heaven seeks to punish may prompt the Ferryman to try to see Gabe beyond something on a pedestal or something disgraced.

Also the Ferryman has to lay low on Gabe's and V1's couch because Michael is destroying their Ferry (rude).

oooughhh michael and the ferryman are a very interesting pair to me, mostly because their dynamic would be absolutely rancid - michael is entirely, unforgivingly ruthless with sinners, he despises each and every one regardless of their repentance or their genuine regret, shame, or attempts to make things right. even the virtuous of limbo, even those that made a single mistake or were simply foolish, michael wishes to see them all suffer the full extent of their punishments and nothing less. he is repulsed by them, a result of his internalized guilt for condemning lucifer forced to turn into dogmatic adherence to the heaven/hell system to make it right in his head. however, with my recent development on michael, he's gotten even further reason to loathe the ferryman in particular - with his current state of decay, it's highly possible he will one day be exactly like them. and that makes him face himself in a way he absolutely abhors.

however, this would be greatly compounded by what he sees on the ferryman’s ship. they have an unpleasant introduction, the ferryman knowing well that they are being visited by the prince of heaven, the very angel that binds all of hell...and they couldn’t help but think, no matter how unlikely, no matter how much they truly know their hope of salvation will never come to pass, that perhaps michael is finally here to release them. they bow so low, face to the ground, but michael dispels their dim flicker of hope by lashing chains to them and violently removing them from his presence. they crash to the other end of the deck, hearing curt words commanding them to keep their eyes down, to not behold him as they are unworthy (he can’t stand it, he can’t bear to think of a sinner knowing his wretched form)

he then takes to the interior, out of a driving rain he cannot feel and that the ferryman notices does not light with his presence (gabriel was so radiant, yet michael seems to have only made the night darker...or perhaps they have imagined it) but when he crosses that threshold and is confronted with the ferryman’s works, with their ship crafted for the obvious comfort of sinners, with their blasphemous idols made of twisted hell mass...with their reverence of gabriel in such fine detail he knows they must have studied him, fresh fury lights his numb body beside an aching, sickening grief. gabriel’s likeness adorns so many of the halls of hell, he was beloved, and this ship is like a holy shrine in his honor. this is how michael failed. this is how gabriel fell without him. taken in by sinners, tricked by his own limitless, weak-willed compassion. none of this would have happened if he had stayed. gabriel would still be with him. he would still be alive, whole. it’s all his fault, everything is his fault, he abandoned them all and the punishment he now suffers strikes him with unbearable clarity

in his stillness, in his inability to act, the ferryman had followed him at a distance, a good host who would give anything for him...but in doing so, they see him. he snaps around at their approach and they witness him, his cracked, bloody helm, his ravaged body barely hidden beneath tarnished holy vestments, and they are nearly overpowered with the smell of molded, rotten roses. their immediate, automatic apologies are drowned out by michael’s furious condemnation, a sin, a sin to look upon him and to disobey his holy word. ordained as the most high in all of heaven, he curses the ferryman even as they bow low before him once more and he spews his vitriol against them in retaliation for their defiance (his humiliation). this is a perversion of worship, do they not understand how they are hated by the lord and by his whole host of angels? they are repulsed by the sinners’ very existence, a waste of god’s love, a waste of all he gave, a worthless, ugly waste that god should have destroyed once again in all his fury. whatever gabriel had said, whatever hope he offered, was nothing but the empty words of an angel filthier even than all the sinners of hell. they debase the lord, they debase his holiness and his divine works with their idols, they shame the heavenly host with their love of gabriel, they defy the order the most high has set by their luxurious ship. disgusting, vile, loathsome, the ferryman is locked still as michael finally moves toward them and brutally strikes them with his chains to draw their blood, to make them pay for twisting the worship of god into something so repugnant. Each blow cracks harder than the last, their bones beginning to splinter as they dare not raise a single hand in their defense and they’re only left in one piece because michael soon strips them of their holy cloth, undeserving of even a scrap from god’s kingdom.

yet doing so knocks him freshly off-balance, seeing the emptiness of the ferryman’s sockets, his own half skeletal hand closed fast around the garment he feels absolutely no warmth from despite its brilliant glow. everything he’d done, to end up like this, to become like them. the ferryman flees his presence in that moment, michael barely registering their absence as he begins to tremble, as he’s overwhelmed with everything he’s lost, everything that’s gone so wrong...and again, when he feels himself so close to breaking, he has to turn back to god, back to his order and to his purpose. he razes the ferryman’s ship, personally tearing down every artifact of gabriel and setting the ship ablaze even as it starts to sink. he wants nothing left of it, he needs this affront to god reduced to ash as he prays for forgiveness for ever allowing such heresy to exist, and the ferryman can’t even look back as all their work is plunged into the sea of the damned. they must find refuge, they must escape before michael realizes he’s failed again and fresh flowers bloom from his ailing body. and they can seek out no one but gabriel, aided by the virtues still loyal to him (they know the ferryman too, and gabriel asks for them to be watched over despite tense relations).

gabriel is shocked by the ferryman’s state, robbed of their precious holy cloth and battered to such extremes he knows many other husks would have died. they have no right to ask him to shelter them but he does without question, tending to their broken bones as they stay silent on what’s happened to them. they can find no words, so assaulted by the prince of heaven that they had run to find care and comfort offered freely by a demon. this angel who offered no mercy, who said there was no mercy anywhere else for them, all the thoughts they circulated night after night in their own mind laid bear by the ruler of angels. eventually their words return, but all they can ask is one simple question despite being tortured by so many: what happened to saint michael? and gabriel understands then, he sees what michael will do if he can’t bring him to reason or kill him outright – he is determined to punish any sinner still alive and become a tyrant over all of hell, not stopping even if he gets what he wants in binding gabriel. there is no mercy left in him, he is consumed by the will of god, and all he knows to do is punish...a true zombie, if it’s possible for an angel. but all gabriel can say is that he is sick, suffering as they all are.

#WRITING A NOVEL...sick in the head with michael thoughts #also important to note that michael and gabe had a special bond #gabriel tempered him with his compassion while michael bolstered gabe's sometimes flagging faith #so like. michael was always terrified that gabriel was going to end up like lucifer #and oh no! he did :( which completely tips mike over the edge #SO yea...michael actually kind of personally hates the ferryman at this point #for dragging gabriel down and for their own form making his impossible to ignore #(so i love them staying w gabe and v1....they bond!!!!) #cake answers #ferryman #michael #fallen gabriel #rise and fall au

[deathmycotime]

oh i just realised that im really starting to miss koisenu futari again

#i keep wanting to rewatch and then i keep forgetting and stopping halfway #also i realised how much i wanted to read something about it but there are barely any fics on ao3 #i have a few ideas so like once i finally understand the characters are i'll try attempting to write..... #scary but i guess it couldn't be worse than things i've already written before #it's just those times when i meet someone who is allo that my feelings of aromanticism/asexuality become apparent #like sometimes i dont feel to a certain identity and then someone irl says something love romance related #and i am reminded that 'oh yea i am aspec. i am queer these people would think i am weird huh' #koisenu futari #uuuuhm. organization tags. i don't have any here

[trainingdummyrabbit]

oh btw while im thinking abt it. qpp roland+angela canon. 2 me.

#this isnt an In Competition With thing this is an In Addition To thing; re: other characters #but like this is my one Yea This Is Just Factual To Me dynamic. nods <3 #they are Two Of Them. they are Do Not Separate. yknow; partners. #piktalk #projmoon #i really ought t write down my character dynamic mess sometime hrrmm.. anyway. #i love them i love them i love them i love them. th library cast has my whole entire heart and iam not joking. thankyou <3

[duckiemimi]

so many smart ppl in my asks AAAAA i’m always so geeked whenever i see such good questions and thoughts 😭 i gotta step up my game and start thinking more, start writing more omg

#sometimes i see the best asks and i get so excited to answer #but then i postpone and answering bc i feel like whatever i write back has to be just as good :’) #i gotta make sure i meet it on its level!!!! #gotta make sure i meet u at ur level!!! #for now i will go back to sleep and enjoy my day off yea……. #zzzzzzz shoo mimimimi

[reitziluz]

Chapter 4 - Dating and Such

dazzling autumn colors. a cold shoulder. vending machine coffee. offer a finger, lose an arm.

chapter word count: 6,2K

a/n: well, despite all the obstacles, i'm back at it again! this one is a mountain of fluff, and i had lots of fun writing it! come get your fun tree facts!

(a hanahaki serirei longfic (reboot) - aimed to update monthly, but things got a bit crazy)

#serirei #reigen arataka #serizawa katsuya #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mob psycho 100 fanfic #hanahaki au #days spent dreaming shit-all #yea fic talk #cannot overstate how happy i am to be back posting #it's not very likely that i'll be able to fall right back into monthly schedule #but i will not have another six month break either #like what the fuck it felt so bad not being able to write #but well. sometimes there's just Circumstances #i had fun writing this! and feel p confident even tho i didn't have a test reader this time around #i'm also excited to get to the next chapter!! #hell yes hell yes hell yes

[raineandsky]

#49

“You’ll have my back, right?” the villain asks hopefully.

They’re leading the way, through twisting corridors and up long flights of stairs. Their henchman is trailing along behind them, not even keeping track of which way they're going. They’re going to the supervillain’s office. That’s all they gleaned from the villain’s excitable speech before they set off.

“Of course,” the henchman reassures with a smile. “Always.”

The supervillain’s office looks like a slightly eviller version of a normal office. It’s just a bit darker than average, black and red instead of pasty grey. The supervillain himself is sitting at his desk, slightly raised off the main floor like some sort of incredibly mundane throne.

“I’m glad you’re here, [Villain],” he opens flatly, as if he doesn’t really mean it. “Shut the door.”

The henchman slips through behind the villain, offering a quick grin of confidence as they pass. The supervillain raises an eyebrow at their appearance.

“I think you’ll find this is a private conversation, [Villain],” he adds pointedly as they shut the door behind them.

The villain frowns like this is obvious. “Won’t tell a soul, sir.”

The supervillain’s gaze flits lazily to the henchman, who is trying very hard to disappear into the corner of the room as any good henchman should. “You brought a subordinate.”

“Oh.” The villain turns to glance at the henchman, throwing them a quick smile. “Yeah, they’re good.”

The supervillain narrows his eyes like it’s a challenge. “Last chance.”

His expression does nothing to shift the innocence in the villain’s. “I’d like them here, actually.”

The supervillain lets his eyes slip back to the villain, his contempt clear in his face, but after a moment he relaxes, almost smug. “Very well.”

He finally leans back from the papers sitting in front of him, resting his hands on the polished ivory desk. “Your work has been lacking recently, [Villain],” he starts sombrely, and even from here the henchman can see how the villain deflates at the bluntness of it. “Our plans are often falling short because you aren’t doing your bit.”

“I– I’m trying,” the villain defends feebly. “I’ve had a lot going on. I can’t keep with it, I’m—”

“Do you think your schedule will matter when the heroes take half of us down because of an error you made?”  The villain stays quiet, their entire figure wilting, so the supervillain happily fills the silence. “Your mistakes are tallying up remarkably fast. I expect to see your behaviour remedied within this next week.”

His gaze flits to the henchman again, his mouth ever-so-slightly upturned into a disgusting smirk. “And don’t bring your lapdog to a private meeting next time. It makes you look weak.”

The villain turns back to glance at the henchman and their face pulls like they’re trying not to cry. “I’m sorry, sir,” they say quietly when they turn back, stifling a hiccuping sob. “I was– I was just—”

“Scared? Needing moral support?” the supervillain finishes harshly, and from the way the villain’s shoulders hunch it’s obvious the tears haven’t stayed back. “You’re pathetic. Get your shit together this week or you’re gone.”

He turns back to the papers on the desk like the conversation is over. The villain stares at him for a moment before turning away, motioning for the henchman to follow suit. One look at the kicked-puppy expression and poorly repressed snivels are all the henchman needs to burst into action. The villain seems to suddenly feel something other than despair when the henchman stalks past them and up towards the supervillain.

“[Henchman]—” is all they get to before the henchman’s hands slam against the desk, much to the supervillain’s barely concealed surprise.

“Excuse you?” he manages once his expression is back to nonchalance.

“Take it back,” the henchman demands, earning another blasé eyebrow raise. “[Villain] is not weak, or pathetic.”

His expression turns humoured. “Oh, the lapdog is for moral support!” He laughs ecstatically, and the henchman feels a light hand on their arm.

“Thank you, [Henchman], but it’s okay,” the villain whispers a little desperately, but the henchman’s not done. They carefully shrug their hand away, throwing them a soft glance that they hope conveys let me help you before turning coldly back to the supervillain.

“You think you’re so special because you sit in an office all day and do fuck all,” the henchman spits, much to the villain’s audible dismay, “but I know you could never do what they do. You complain about their performance at their worst when you couldn’t even match them at your best.”

“I sit in an office all day because I’m running this place,” the supervillain reminds them coldly, and the henchman scoffs with disrespect he likely hasn’t seen in a long time.

“And yet you’d be nothing without people like us doing everything for you. You think you can throw your weight around because everyone bows down to you, but I don’t.” The henchman huffs in annoyance, finally leaning back. “If you try to get rid of [Villain], you get rid of me, too.”

The supervillain grins as if it's an easy decision. “Then say your goodbyes.”

“But I’m the best lapdog you have around here.” The henchman’s expression twists into a sneer. “I was top of the league as a support to all the villains I helped. You lose me, you’re just stuck with a bunch of asshole villains who think they’re too good to ever be like me. Do you know what happens when a bunch of assholes trying to be the main character try to do anything on their own?”

“I can replace you,” the supervillain says quickly, and the henchman knows they’re backing him into a corner.

“I’m the best this place has seen in years. We’ll say our goodbyes, but good fucking luck surviving without us.” They turn on their heel, happily done with the conversation. “Let’s go, [Villain].”

The villain glances in horror between the two, stunned speechless, but a quick nudge from the henchman sets them into motion. The henchman opens the door for them at the end of the room, and it’s only then that the supervillain suddenly pipes up, his voice uncharacteristically hurried.

“I won’t dispose of you, [Villain],” he calls with fake confidence, earning pause from the pair in the doorway, “but I still expect improvement.”

“Y–Yes, sir,” the villain mumbles with a short nod, and with that the door shuts behind them.

The villain waits until they’re a little way down the corridor before they speak. “Holy shit!” they announce finally, grinning as they swipe at the last of the tears in their eyes. “[Henchman], you maniac! Oh, my god, thank you, thank you so much—”

“It’s alright, [Villain],” they offer with a bright smile. “I said I’d have your back.”

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #today on Vibes I Apparently Felt: really mean supervillains #just absolutely fukin it up in here with big bads bein big meanies #like yea they commit crimes and kill people but also theyre not very nice sometimes :( #also. may or may not be inspired by the strikes rn lmao

[pizzee]

thinking about how shuri’s journey of grief is not linear, it’s not the 5 stages we’re used to starting with denial and ending with acceptance. She spends a good majority of the story oscillating between denial or her grief over her brother, then anger, that anger that deepens and morphs into all consuming vengeance. How her grief eats her whole, how it eats namor whole, how it eats wakanda whole. how she never gets her moment of catharsis, never lets the grief settle and set in, never lets herself grieve until the very, very last scene. when she burns the funeral gown marking the end of the grieving period, when her’s only just begun. 

#black panther wakanda forever #black panther spoilers #black panther #shuri #wakanda forever #this movie has me crying at 4am pls #yea yea sometimes i write

[happypeachsludgeflower]

“No beta we die like men” and thank god they’re dead

#no beta we die like men #and sometimes you can *tell* #there are just some fics that you read and go ‘yea this one needed some quality time with a second set of eye balls #I respect that someone took the time to write and post a fic (especially when I never have) #but sometimes I can only stare in horrified awe at the truely terrible grammar error present in My Immortal level fics #ao3 funny #ao3 author #fanfic stuff #ao3 tags #ao3 fanfic #memes #tumblr memes #funny memes #meme #fanfiction #fanfiction woes #fanfic

[thsc-confessions]

"Rosemin is an underrated ship. In my opinion, I feel there isn't much content about it. It's not that I hate Stickvin ship (I really like the fanarts), but I feel that in the fandom (and many others) the only thing they highlight are homosexual relationships (I want to emphasize that I have nothing against this). Hope I haven't offended anyone with this." submitted by anon

#I agree honestly #I was actually thinking abt the ship quite a bit today... I may write the sometime #anywayz yea I've seen ppl call them the most popular henry stickmin ship which was true when ftc came out but like... #by the time thsc came out despite how many endings they have together they're not as popular compared to stickvin curtisson and copperright #maybe even panprice if pushing it #I enjoy all those ships too but rosemin is just as good imo <3 #thsc #mod dave #thsc confession #thsc confessions #rosemin

[toytulini]

god I know this is like The Wrong Stance on AI. I know its not about whether the art is Real and Human or If It Has A Soul and how a lot of the arguments against it are the same bullshit arguments people made against digital art like I Know. I Knowwww. but god, I'm really sorry, not to post like one of those annoying poetry bloggers I cant stand (yall are valid, live your truth, theres nothing wrong with what you post I'm just a petty bitch who hates poetry. unless I dont hate it.)

But theres just something about the way AI art will almost certainly never be able to mimic the exact way my pencil leaves an indentation in the paper, the way some of the lines I can never fully erase cause I pressed too hard, theyll have to at least train them to draw with a physical pencil first, and sure, they could train it to draw with a pencil and even erase the exact same piece I drew, line for line, on a piece of paper with a robot arm powered by AI, but they can't replicate. idk. the lineage of lefty bitches in my family, and the way I grew up going through school with my entire left arm silver with graphite, from doodling on my schoolwork. not yet anyway. but I guess I do live for the day we make the ai sentient enough that we can traumatize it by giving it homework after kneecapping its executive functions so it copes by drawing a big tiddy lobster monster. sure

#toy txt post #reblogs OFF i dont trust yall to be normal with this one i do NOT want it getting notes #i posted part of this before in a chat to a friend but im feeling it again. so #i havent drawn my big tiddy lobster bitch in awhile i should draw her again #also yea SORRY im sure this is The Wrong Feeling To Have About AI but also sometimes im a little grateful that i dont think my style is #smth a lot of the ppl coding ai to make art find to be worth trying to replicate except maybe as like a fake progress shot on a piece #which is smth i used to be really insecure about. how unfinished all my art looks bc it isnt to the point i cant fucking watch #like speedpaints and shit bc i just start feeling stupidly insecure about all the points in the video where I Would Have Stopped and been #like. im not touching it anymore i dont want to ruin it #and ive been insecure about my inability to really do digital art with like a stylus and shit like the way i do it with a pencil #and i know that is just me needing to Practice it but being too frustrated by it #anyway i know its just a Tool and its Fine and the problem is the art theft and the labor problems of it but liiiiiiike #i just. #im sure there will be unique things and usages of ai as a tool and i genuinely hope that ppl can figure out a way to make one that isnr #isnt* just full of stolen content bc theres unique fuckin shit about like digital art programs u can write stupid poetry that you hate #about it. or stupid poetry that i hate. cos im the poetry hater. listen. i cant stress this enough: its fine. youre fine. keep posting your #poetry and reblogging shit that speaks to you. im just a Bitch okay Ignore Me #i should go draw bokrae like. eating a computer about this #the real reason for that graphics card shortage was bokrae ate them all when she was in the mood for a crunchy snack

[13leaguestories]

Absolutely elated to find out you have a tumbler!? I Absolutely love all your games! Haven't had the chance to do much in Superstition S3 and I haven't played SoS yet but I'm super excited! <3

Welcome to this Den of Sin and Stories ... bruh if I didn't already have a handle that would totally be it ...

Anyway, I don't think I have to tell you that i zoned out for like 2 minutes just then about how I could use that to my own personal benefit. *clears throat* welcome, do get lost and enjoy yourself. Hopefully you enjoy yourself, if not, I bid you adieu my friend and safe travels in these numerous worlds of fiction.

#general asks #sometimes i wonder if im talking to myself when i write these #like i know you read them but it feels like im in a padded room talking to the wall and you guys are watching me through a secret tv #like yea shes not okay in the head