Doing a Uni assignment rn and the article we have to read is about fanfiction (specifically Wattpad) and I'm absolutely loosing it

Two daysssss until I can try and get old art of mine off the old desktop hard drive dude I am so fucking excited.

Maui Fires & How to Support Relief Efforts

(Posted on 8/10/23) Hi, I'm Jae and my family is from Lāhainā. I watched my hometown burn down this week. The fires caused immeasurable loss in my community so I'd like to spread awareness of the situation as well as provide links to support local organizations directly assisting survivors. I'm pretty sure most of my following is Not local so I'm writing with intent to inform people outside the situation, but if you're reading this and happen to have family in the affected area that isn't accounted for, message me and I can send you the links to the missing persons tracking docs + more localized info!! If you'd like to skip down to how to help and follow community organizations, scroll to the bottom of the post after the image.

Earlier this week, Hurricane Dora passed south of the Hawaiian Islands, bringing strong wind gusts that caused property damage across the islands. On Tuesday August 8, high winds caused sparks to fly in the middle of Lāhainā town, knocking out power lines and immediately igniting drought-ridden grasses. The fire spread quickly and destroyed the entire center of town, the harbor, and multiple neighborhoods including Hawaiian Homes (housing specifically for Native Hawaiians), parts of Lahainaluna, basically all of Front Street, and low-income housing units. There is only one public road in and out of town, and after a very hectic evacuation period that road has been mostly closed off except to emergency responders, thus it is extremely difficult for anyone to leave town to get help. The nearest hospital is 20 miles away in Wailuku, and most grocery stores in town have burnt down.

As of Thursday, August 10, over 1,000 acres have been burned and 271 structures (including homes, schools, and other community gathering places) have been destroyed. Cell service is still extremely spotty, many of the surrounding neighborhoods deemed safe for evacuees are still without utilities. There are currently confirmed 53 deaths but that number is expected to increase as search-and-rescue efforts continue. Countless families have been displaced and many have lost the homes they lived in for generations. Places of deep historical significance have been reduced to ash, including the gravesites of Hawaiian royalty, the old Lāhainā courthouse where items of cultural significance were stored, and Na ‘Aikane o Maui Cultural Center. To add further context: Lāhainā has a population of about 13,000 residents. EVERYONE I know has been impacted in some way--at best forced to evacuate, at worst their house was burnt to the foundation, they cannot find a loved one, etc. I'm still trying to track down family members and it's been over two days. My neighbors down the street had homes last week and now many don't have ANYTHING. The hotels are taking in residents (tourists are also being STRONGLY urged to leave so that locals can recover). Without open access to the rest of the island, Lāhainā residents are now dependent on whatever people had in their homes already as well as disaster relief efforts coming in, but it's been difficult to organize and mobilize due to the location + conditions. People who have made it out are in shelters where no blankets or medicine were provided. Friends and acquaintances from neighbor islands are preparing aid to send over. Community response has been incredible, but the toll on the town has been immeasurable. My parents were desperately walking through town yesterday, my mom sounded absolutely hollow talking about it on the phone with me. It's horrifying. Below is a satellite map with data from the NASA Fire Information for Resource Management System showing the impacted areas from the past week; all of the red blotches were on fire at some point in the last three days.

Here are ways you can help:

If you have the means to donate:

Here are three donation sites verified by Maui Rapid Response, which also lists FAQs for people who are wondering about next steps.

Hawaiʻi Community Foundation - Maui Strong Fund accepts international credit cards. Maui United Way

Maui Mutual Aid Non-monetary ways to support:

If you know anyone who is planning to travel to ANY Hawaiian island, not just Maui, tell them to cancel their trip. Resources are extremely limited as is. Advocate for climate change mitigation efforts locally, wherever that is for you. The fire was exacerbated by drought conditions that have worsened due to climate change.

Lastly, remember that these are people's HOMES that burned, and Native Hawaiian cultural artifacts that have been lost. Stop thinking of Hawaiʻi (or any "tourist destination" location, really) as an "escape" or a "paradise." If that's the only way you recognized my home... I'm glad I got your attention somehow, but I would ask that you challenge that perspective and prioritize local and native voices. For transparency, I don't currently live in Lāhainā, I've been following efforts from Honolulu. My parents and brother have been updating me and I've been following friends and family who are doing immediate response work. I'm doing my best to find reliable and current sources, but if I need to update something, please let me know. If you're going to try to convince me that tourism is necessary for our recovery, news flash ***IT'S NOT***!

Thanks for reading.

The Social Media Manager: The Series (Part 2)

Another installment of the social media manager series

Another shout out to @thebearsoc for the inspiration!

The Moodboard/OG blurb

Part 1 Introductions and Donuts

Meetings, Meetings, Meetings

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“Wait, wait, wait-” Richie started rubbing a hand against the back of his head, “You’re tellin’ me, Marcus’s party girl 20-somethin’ year old friend is getting access to our social media? That’s bull, and you know it, Natalie.”  

Natalie rolled her eyes and glanced in Marcus’s direction, “Marcus, Rusty has done this before, right?”  he nodded before explaining, “Nat, Richie, I’m tellin’ ya’, Rusty is really good at this shit. Just give her a shot.” 

Carmy entered the sitting area of The Bear and sat next to Natalie without saying anything, “I don’t think we can afford this, Marcus. I’m sure Rusty is a wonderful social media manager, but the budgets tight.” Natalie sighed, staring at her computer screen.

 “That's the thing- you guys have a hookup.” Marcus grinned, hoping that this would be enough of a selling point. “Rusty owes me one. She’d probably do the setup for free, and I can do all the posting. She helped me redo my account when I came back from Cophegan- I went from like 100 followers to like 1,000 in a month.” 

Carmy looked around the group before nodding in Marcus’s direction, “Call her.”

Carmy stood up and walked out of the dining area through the kitchen and into the office, where his phone had been plugged in to charge. He quickly opened his phone, went to the seldomly used Instagram app, typed in your handle, and smiled as your account came up. He’d been Instagram stalking you since he’d heard Marcus giving Syd your handle. She’d laughed about it being a reference to a K-pop group he’d never heard of; granted, he’d never really listened to any of those groups. So far, he’d learned that you have an eclectic taste in music, an affinity for putting googly eyes on potted plants, a love for fancy coffees with overpriced pastries, and had, in fact, known Marcus since high school. He liked your style. There was something free about it; he admired your creativity. Carmy took notes about you through the account. Your highlight reels being indicative of your personality, the ‘Rusty cooking??’ highlight reel was particularly traumatizing. He wondered how you’d gotten into your 20s without knowing how to actually chop an onion, but he could show you how to do it properly; just the idea of that made his heart flutter. Carmy was incredibly attracted to you, but when you’d posted a boomerang of you kissing a guy’s cheek and tagged the guy’s account with a heart emoji, he was worried this would be another unrequited crush. 

When you walked into The Bear the next day in a pair of trousers with your hair up and a pair of glasses perched on your nose, Carmy felt like his heart was going to explode. He beelined for the bathroom to make sure he didn’t have anything in his teeth and washed his hands in an attempt to get the smell of cigarettes off his hands before going to talk to you. 

“So that’s what I would recommend doing for TikTok. The algorithm is tricky, but once you get on its good side, it can be really great publicity.” Carmy swallowed as he listened to you explain your strategy to Natalie and Richie. Natalie seemed impressed, while Richie seemed wary. “This is all really great Rusty. Thanks for getting back to me so quickly.” Natalie smiled as she shuffled a pile of documents into a yellow folder. You shrugged and responded with a playful laugh before explaining that work had been slow at the moment, so you had some extra free time to take a peak at the analytics you could see without access to the account details. 

After Richie and Natalie said their goodbyes, Richie was still seemingly cold toward hiring a social media manager and you in general. The two of them discussed it as they walked toward the kitchen. Carmy waited until they had walked through the kitchen door before approaching you. If he struck out with you he’d prefer not to do it within earshot of his sister and Richie; he’d never live it down. “Hey.” Carmy greeted awkwardly, rocking on his heels.

You smiled back, “Hey you. Long time no see.” Carmy blushed at your flirtatious tone. “How you doin’ Carmy? Spendin’ a lot of time on Instagram, huh?” 

Carmy needed some clarification on the comment. You noticed and giggled before explaining, “You liked a picture on my account from like two years ago.” Carmy tightly grinned out of embarrassment. He hesitantly nodded, “Uh yeah—Marcus recommended you do our social media stuff… I just wanted to check out what you post.” 

He hoped he saved himself, but self-doubt was taking over. He watched as you began twirling a strand of hair on your index finger. “It’s okay, Carmy. I think you’re cute, and I’m going out on Friday with a couple of friends… if you happen to show up at this bar across town called The White Rabbit, I might let you buy me a drink.” 

Carmy was speechless. He was by no means an experienced dater, and within that limited experience, he’d never had a girl come onto him like this. You noticed his awkwardness and found it endearing. “No pressure. You can also just call me sometime.”

 You pulled a Sharpie out of your bag and grabbed Carmy’s wrist to write your number across his forearm, “Bye, Carmy.” you winked before walking past him, making sure he’d get a whiff of your perfume. 

“B-bye Rus-sty.” Carmy managed to stutter out as he watched you walk out of the front entrance. He pushed the heel of his hand against his jaw. You were different, and it scared him, but also found it enchanting.

TTD - Dastardly Hug

Being a hero had its inconveniences. You could be called for help at any hour, you could be harassed by any angry civilian because you didn’t do a good enough job, or of course you could be hit and killed by some villain on the loose.

However, what worried Hero at the moment was the paperwork. It was the dreaded time of the month when they had to log in the agency website and describe every one of their good deeds to be paid. It had taken a bunch of tries to finally access their account, and now they were wondering if bringing a dog back to its family counted as “security” (the dog was certainly safer inside the house) or as “improving the well-being of citizens” (a category that could embrace all kinds of actions, to helping an old lady to cross the street from stopping the apocalypse – who designed these things ?).

Behind their back, the door creaked in an ominous way (they really needed to lubricate the hinges). For a brief instant they fervently hoped that it was only a gust of wind, but the light of the room suddenly went off. They sighed and saved their progress while their roommate solemnly declared:

“I am darkness. I am the creeping blackness that cannot be killed by any light.”

“Sure, but I’m certain you still will be in fifteen minutes. Can you come back then ? I’m doing paperwork.”

“You wish to surrender to the horrors of bureaucracy rather than mine?”

“I don’t wish it, but we kinda need the money, you know. What did you want ?”

“Why, tis but a common reminder to surrender in my presence that should strike fear and reverence in your heart. Every activity of yours should pale into insignificance.”

“Can you be more precise ?”

“I’ve come for intimidation and invasion of your personal space.”

Hero looked at the screen of their computer. It had been already two hours since they began. Oh, fuck it.

“Yeah, okay.”

They patted their knee and extended one arm. For a moment, they couldn’t see anything, then they felt the weight of a person on their lap and a head on their shoulder. It was impossible to see the shape of the silhouette huddled up them, only a vague black cloud, but it wasn’t a problem. They were getting used to it by now. They closed their arms gently until their fingers met a back, that they rubbed.

“You have so many knots.”

“It’s because I’m very twisted.”

“Maybe you should straighten your back more.”

Former Villain shrugged and didn’t answer. They both stayed like that for a while, silent and quiet.

“Hero ?”

“Yes ?”

“You wouldn’t hurt me, would you ?”

Hero’s hand froze on their roommate’s back.

“Why would I do that ?”

“Just checking.”

“Of course I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Still no answer. Fingers clutched at their shirt, almost desperately. Hero knew by now that asking if their roommate was okay was a lost cause. They never answered in a straight manner. So, after clearing their throat, they awkwardly said:

“Uh, if you let me suffer into the hands of the bureaucracy for a little while, you could beat me to video games if you want to. Or we can watch a movie together. But, uh, in a really evil way ?”

“In a really evil way ?”

“I don’t know, I try to make it sound appealing to you.”

“You’re terrible at it. Nevertheless, I will graciously accept your request.”

“How kind.”

After a moment, Former Villain slid from their lap and went out. Hero didn’t turn back to their paperwork immediately. The truth was that despite Villain being their roommate, they didn’t know much about them. Who needed to pretend that wanting a hug was very evil, and what kind of past did they have ?

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Check the These Two Dorks Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with this Hero and Villain. This is how they met and now they’re roommates.

Or back to Hero x Villain Masterlist.

I'm always cautious about posting links to fundraisers. A long time ago I started writing a draft to help a friend of a friend who was struggling with cancer. Only to find out she and her mother developed an elaborate ruse to make her look sick. She shaved her head and bought a medical gown.

And so when strangers ask me to post charity links I have a difficult time taking the chance. I try to keep it to people I know well and can vet properly.

But I have known Ralph since the early days of Tumblr. He has been a friend and supporter the entire time. We chat on Facebook from time to time and I enjoy watching his family unit grow. He's a wonderful dad.

But here is why I have no hesitation posting this. Quite a few years back when my family was really struggling month to month, he set up a monthly donation. And I can't tell you how many times that monthly donation was the difference between paying a bill or an overdraft fee. Ralph's generosity is almost second nature. He gives even when he may not have much to give.

All this time I had no idea his family had similar struggles.

I'm still months away from knowing if my financial problems will be a thing of the past. I'm really hoping I will no longer need Ralph's help or anyone else's to get by. But, in the meantime, I was hoping all of you could help me help Ralph before that.

I hate that GoFundMe has basically become health insurance for the working class. And I know for a fact that Ralph and his wife work their ass off to take care of their family. But you can never account for things like this. And his daughter deserves peace of mind that she will have access to the medication she needs.

You all have been so generous to me. And I have no way of thanking everyone properly. But I would be eternally grateful if you could help me pay it forward for someone who has made my life a little easier to manage.

One thing I noticed when everyone helped me raise money for my mortgage is how quickly the small donations add up. People would even apologize for having so little to give. But those were the donations that ended up making the difference. Those donations meant the world to me and I'm betting they'd mean the world to Ralph and his family.

Heyy me again so about the creepypasta thing, I just wondered if you can do Ben drowned with a gen z reader platonically? It's okay if your uncomfortable doing it ><

Ben drowned x gen z!reader (platonic!)

not uncomfortable at all! love that im getting ben drowned requests since i enjoy him a lot and kind of want to write for him more; just strictly platonic ..which reminds me, i need to draw him again soon! gonna answer this then take a break and get back to requests yipe!

admin is still sold on the idea of ben being confined to electronics most of the time so i can easily see him gaining access to your devices so he can pester you whenever he wants; though this may get a little annoying since youre... well still alive! you have a life

whether or not the reader is a creepypasta themselves or is a normal person is up to you! i think both can work, though i must say the idea of the reader being just some random person is really funny. like can you imagine? you get some haunted virus but the ghost is chill an you guys become friends

i do think ben can only mess with devices, i dont think he can mess with like. any internet browser stuff.... which segways me to my next idea; the og creepypasta came out in 2010, majoras mask came out in 2000, so putting it in the middle lets say ben died in 2005.. bro has missed a lot. youre going to have to fill him in on a lot of stuff, and boy let me tell you hes going to be going nuts

tell him about the new legend of zelda games. i think he would be hyped. throwing admins hc of ben being sick and tired of LOZ due to being trapped in the game out the window, admin needs this boy to get joyous!

he probably pesters you and asks you about the dumbest shit, does it on purpose because he thinks its funny

sometimes you guys play video games together, bro is absolutely astounded by how far games have come since he passed away. i think he would go insane over five nights at freddys. fill him in on the lore

going back on the video game stuff and playing together, just know that hes going to break the game and cheat + hes a sore loser, soooooooo...

do you think sometimes he comes and tries to spend time with you more and more over time because hes been stuck for years and hasnt really had many people to talk to? like yeah hes an angry spirit, but even angry spirits deserve friends!!!

ponders

probably messes with you by messing with your recordings if youre trying to make a video/tiktok/reel/what have you

probably interjects his own texts into your posts, never really says anything harmful, just messes with spelling or adds dumb messages

honestly its not your SM account/blog, its yalls shared account/blog now/j

stuck with old 2000s humor but i think he would absolutely love present day humor and how unhinged its gotten, though quick warning hes going to start quoting stuff

definitely quotes the sticking out your gyatt thing, hes going to drive you insane with it and hes going to laugh at you

do not play roblox tycoons with him hes going to bully small children

you guys play a horror game together on roblox and you can hear him freaking out through the speakers (likely using an old device for him so youre not fighting for control over one device)

absolutely DEVASTED when you tell him club penguin shut down

just know hes punching the metaphorical wall

on the rare chance ben is able to pull himself into the real world for a brief period of time, you guys probably do the same stuff hes just physically there for a short time!

make him touch grass while hes out, bro hasnt touched grass in nearly 20 years. this isnt even a haha "hes chronically online" joke, he hasnt actually touched grass in years due to circumstances

closing this with a hit of angst that made me go :( but imagine that it starts out as you guys being around the same age (well... close enough, since ben doesnt age anymore due to being a ghost) but overtime, you obviously grow up and have less and less time for him and :(

like owie

"what happened to us? we used to be best friends?" audio but its you two SOBS AND CRIES

My Yuusona is finally complete! (Click for better quality)

( SD done by the amazing @wysteriadelights )

Template made by @unfinished-projects-galore ! They have a lot of other templates too, which I’ll (hopefully) be using in the future^^

Other characters included:

Luan - belongs to @v-anrouge

Aru - belongs to @wysteriadelights

For those of you who are wondering:

I used to go by @/remturtle and @/remmupom. I deactivated the initial blog after experiencing burn out while also struggling with a severe decline in mental health, which in hindsight had formed from the anxiety of having a reasonably sized following and receiving the occasional threat, hate rant or revolting message by some anons. for obvious reasons I never responded to these directly.

I then moved over to @/remmupom (which I believe is still active at this time) but I no longer have access to it after a certain incident. (Of which I will not go into detail about) and have since moved here.

I do still have brainstorms, drafts and designs for and of old twst AUs I had made but I won’t be pressuring myself to share or get back into them unless I feel like it. Though you can still ask about a few of them! I just don’t do so much writing anymore.

As a final note: this new blog is not solely dedicated to twisted wonderland, I have other interests to fall back on in case of burn out now.

If there are any previous mutuals of mine who would like to re-connect just shoot me a message^^ (especially if we talked on discord, as I have had to make a new account there as well.)

Right, I'm back. I didn't post anything yesterday because I thought it's best not to rush. But it was indeed fascinating to see reactions in real time to the photo. Yes, I'm talking about the photo posted on IG of JM, JK and another person.

I think I must have read opinions that varied on a entire spectrum and expressed quite vehemently. It's safe to say everyone has really strong opinions and you either condemn it or you're totally fine with it, as long as you pick a side and don't question anything. In sitautions such as these, the tendency to add just a touch of conspiracy is right there. And it gets a pass when there's a lack of information, a language barrier, etc.

I too have my own questions and observations, to which I don't necesarily need an answer, but I'll just write them down.

1. I couldn't help but think of how deep the level of social media stalking is in this fandom. I looked up the account immediately as I saw a screenshot because initially there was confusion about the source. That guy made no previous photo uploads of either JM or JK. At a first glance, there is nothing to connect him to them. And still he had fan accounts following him, before it all blew up and he gained a lot more. My question is, how did that happen? Are there people who look up Jimin's followers list and they try to figure out if there's someone from an inner circle? In all those 50 million people? Do they check some select few accounts daily to see if there's a possibility of a post? The logistics of this are giving me a headache. Or maybe there's some obvious, easier answer and I don't know it.

2. Considering that the account is public, it's not like the photo is leaked. I don't know exactly the nature of the relationship that man has/had with JM & JK and I do not wish to make any speculation with regards to his intentions.

3. I think the outrage was mostly caused by jikookers bringing back to the surface that old photo under the heart arch. Which indeed paints a certain picture, but it's also not the most incriminatory thing out there. I don't think there's any real actual danger, considering that it was supposedly taken from Jungkook's dad Kakao talk. If that's true then it means the dad was ok with showing it.

3. What I personally believe should not have happened was to circulate that photo so easily on social media. People knew about it for a long time, even before someone posted it on I-Jikook twitter. But in cases like these, the photos will always be revealed. They will leave the group chats and out into the wild usually for a petty reason. Because at the end of the day, that's the issue. It has nothing to do with giving a shit about the people in the photo, it's about winning a shipping argument, about screaming "we won". Win what exactly???? It shows who is in it for the fantasy. No single argument could work for them. Replying on and on about deleting doesn't matter.

4. Maybe my last point, but this situation has revealed some things which were already known, but maybe not really articulated specifically all the time. As people not only part of the fandom, but also using social media 24/7, our ideas about privacy and what we should have access to when it comes to public figures has certainly been influenced by the current landscape. In the case of JM & JK particularly, they have been sharing pieces of themselves for more than a decade. It was the BH strategy, the BTS brand. It worked wonders because look at the huge fandom it gathered and the relationship that was built between idol and fan. Hell, Jungkook is doubling down heavy on it with his livestreams. How can anyone really expect a mass of people to really stop and think about privacy? We ourselves as regular people curate our social media image and we voice our opinions and share the places we go to, who are our friends, what parties we attended, when we get into a relationship. Every mundane or special occassion is posted for public consumption. I'm not saying this as some excuse that would justify sharing what looks like a private photo. What I'm saying is that it's to be expected in a way. As harsh as it is, but we live in this reality where the line between the public and private sphere is getting more invisible day by day.

What I think it's scary is that if there's a situation in which an actual compromising photo would somehow be leaked and which can be in the detriment of the people in it for various reasons, so called fans would still share it as proof. Because it doesn't matter for them. It's the high of finding it, of screaming about it on social media, without thinking for more than a second about possible implications. Everything needs to be done fast, regardless of consequences because people need to feed themselves with gossip and leaks.

I'm really just rambling here and not making too much sense. Anyway, I think we should always take a step back and really assess the situation and not scream about it, regardless of our position. Not everything is a threat, or privacy violation or putting people in danger, but it doesn't mean that it needs to be treated lightly as if it's no big deal (which usually comes from people who care more about their own safisfaction and feeling like a "winner").

Despite my age I still need help with many tasks that my four year old niece can independently do.

I have low-medium support needs closer to the medium side, which is why just say medium support needs. I need help with some Badls and just about all Iadls

Here’s an idea on what it means for me to be medium support needs. This is a extremely simplified version of explanations

Badls:

Basic activities of daily life are

Eating (moving food to and from mouth) dressing, personal hygiene(washing, doing hair, shaving ect) , toilet, and transferring(moving from one place to another)

I need help with personal hygiene, toilet and occasional dressing

Personal hygiene: I need intensive prompting to shower, change clothes and need help with shaving. When it comes to showering, have be told multiple times, over and over and over and some days that’s not even enough. Something have to have someone turn on shower and get towel and clothes and tell me to get in.

During the school week I brush my teeth on a schedule, so come weekend and breaks have to reminded often do so. Middle school had be reminded brush teeth no matter day or week so is improvement and hopefully one day can remember do no matter schedule or day.

Washing hair is problem not only because hate water in hair and face but because how many steps are. I’m still deeply afraid to wash hair for multiple reasons and often convince sister do for me. Even times where managed do self, did wrong to point where Sister still have go in and rewash. Have thick hair so have scrub correctly and in the shower freeze up. Hard even open eyes.

Tolieting: when say need help don’t really mean emptying but getting there so can empty. Can’t tell when need use bathroom until really bad so every few hours am told go try. If not told use bathroom will hold until no option but use, so do pee self at times.

Dressing: this isn’t a huge problem of mines, but if not told change clothes will keep wearing same ones. This also because memory problems, so don’t remember if already worn or not. The only thing really allowed rewear is jackets because safe jackets always wear when out.

IADLS:

Instrumental Activities of Daily Living are

using the telephone, shopping, preparing meals, housekeeping, using transportation, taking medication(s), and managing finances. I need help with all these.

Using the telephone:I don’t need help using the telephone in sense of getting on and off phone or tablet, but when come to phone calls or staying safe (not giving out too much information that personal). My boyfriend has access to all my accounts and monitors them to make sure no one does anything weird or that can ruin my safety. My boyfriend and sister makes my phone calls, helps with emails (saying what type, what not do ect) and not able schedule things by self.

Shopping: im not allowed to leave the house by myself unless it’s to go to my boyfriend’s house or to the bus stop (both times it’s a route where either can be watched or someone family know and trust can keep eye on me. So even if along am being monitored). Im not allowed in stores alone as they are huge and i wonder. I also have low awareness and am not aware when danger is around or happening. Am allowed go shopping with others but that’s just walking around.

Transportation: this is also appart of low awareness. Can’t ride bus alone, can’t drive. Can’t even ride bike. Not fully aware world around so wouldn’t know where go. Also get overwhelmed on buses around many people and shutdown; shutdown ruin sense of awareness more.

Medication: is memory problem and can’t tell when need take. For example pain killers, can’t tell when bad enough to take or when in pain and need take. Haven’t been on prescription in years but was on, nana had bring pill to me take otherwise wouldn’t remember.

Finances: don’t know how manage money. Don’t know how much money apps work and can’t count. Couldn’t understand how much need spend how much have. When come cash, lose often because forget where place. Also struggle with saving up, so when someone in charge, can’t spend just because have. Sister and boyfriend in charge of managing for me but try help.

Meal prepping: I don’t fully understand how to meal prep and am not fully trusted around the stove, oven and knives. When using them, have to have supervision otherwise will cut or burn or otherwise hurt self. Don’t understand shouldn’t do certain things (example: made caramel, boyfriend was in kitchen watching make and was stirring wrong but didn’t know was doing wrong and burned hand and thigh). And certain things shouldn’t go certain places. Also can’t stay focused long enough do and stims and sensory issues get in way.

Housekeeping: can clean up space but once again have be told. And even if clean, one boyfriend help withe everything clean up and someone else (sister or oldest brother) have go back in and actually clean up. Am working on it but is sense of don’t understand what need be clean what okay and remembering where everything go so put in spot think belong. Prompting isn’t enough to clean up room though, to many steps involved and remember what belongs where is something struggle with deeply. Also includes sensory like having touch multiple things, sounds and smells. Stims also get in way to point where not able do.

And something didn’t include in alot of these (even if should have) is fact that sort of ‘freeze up’ when having do them. Like with bathing, get stuck like unable move when need shower. Even if want move can’t, and in some of these times can’t even move mouth or get brain think. Just stand there.

Taking baths would help but feel held down when taking them. When sit in water unable move, feel like sinking and being held down at same time. Start chocking and gasping for air like breathing not possible.

In other cases, body and mind feels like just… broke and not able do anything anymore. Will sit there unresponsive until body ready continue on with task or thought of task disappeared.

For alot of Iadls not able actually do self so someone else doing or going in and redoing for me. I’m working on some ( shopping, telephone) but even if able get down, someone else will always need be around help.

AITA for faking my death?

I [26M] had just been through a year that felt like I was going through hell. First, a friend from childhood shows up out of nowhere and makes me start questioning my world views. Then I was framed for murder, which led to me finding out that the man who raised and mentored me for the past 15 years was the one who killed my dad when I was 10. Then some rumors about me got proven true because one of my bosses tricked me into lying.

So after all that, I needed to get away for a bit. I left a note on my desk saying “[title and name] has chosen death,” and left for another continent for a year to reflect. I told one coworker so he could handle my affairs while I was gone.

I thought it was an obvious bit of poetic license about how I was leaving my old world view behind and becoming a new person (hence me including my job title and not just my name). However, when I arrived home a year later, my childhood companion and my adopted sister were furious for me leaving them to grieve for a year.

I now see how the note could have been misleading, but these are two curious individuals who seldom stay out of my personal matters. Did neither of them really think to check for a death certificate? Wonder why my house hadn’t been sold and who was paying someone to do lawn maintenance? Perhaps my friend I can forgive his obliviousness, but my sister would surely have access as my emergency contact to find enough evidence to prove I was alive. The fact that my bank account wasn’t closed and I was still getting prescriptions.

I understand how my poetic note was misleading, but surely there was enough other evidence of me not actually being dead.

So, AITA for unintentionally faking my death?

Socialization outside of Tumblr

Hello! I have gone ahead and revived my old server I made for this purpose a year or two ago, as it is looking more and more likely that Tumblr is going to be going down/being archived sometime in the next few years. Or at the very least, stop being updated/fixed. Sites go down all the time, it is inevitable. As much as people tell you the internet is forever, that is not always the case. Most of the time, we don't have as much notice as we do now.

Server LINK (fixed!): https://discord.gg/stzhwdD6pW

This is so that people who only know where to find their mutuals on Tumblr, can have access to their other accounts to continue communication if the need arises and the site goes down. Please do keep in mind that this server is still very much in-progress, as we/I figure out what works and what doesn't.

https://www.tumblr.com/cassieoh/733461197472595968?source=share

The above tumblr link is a link to a post on how to download your blog if you would like to do so.

https://www.tumblr.com/dip-the-pip/733567497762127872?source=share

The above link has some more options for moving, and the reblog itself details a bit about the whole situation.

The below link is an interview with the CEO of Automattic, the company that owns Tumblr. He answers a lot of questions that people have been wondering about. Like I said, it's not getting completely shutdown, but they aren't generating the revenue needed.

I will add more accurate information to this post as I learn more.

Previous pinned post about my Minecraft server: https://www.tumblr.com/fandomloverangel/729938908794814464/new-post-with-accurate-numbers-hi-trying-to-find?source=share

The Mystery of DD

Since a lot of newer fans weren’t around to experience the mystery of the DD era as it was unfolding, I wanted to try to describe it so people can understand what it was like to be an MCR fan in 2010.

A Bizarre Mystery

It all began on September 4th, 2010, when MCR’s website suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a mysterious transmitter. No one had any idea this was coming, and no explanation was offered. You could click the dials to see different screens (test patterns, a nuclear fallout symbol, etc.), and hear distorted sounds. At one point, fans believed that they could hear an unreleased MCR song on one of the stations, buried under static and distortion. Later on, the transmitter started playing mysterious videos that hinted at a post-apocalyptic universe.

Not long after the transmitter appeared, the DrDeathDefying Twitter account was discovered after he tweeted a fan. NewsAGoGo and AgentCherriCola were discovered soon after, with the rest of the accounts coming later. The accounts posted a bizarre mixture of strange pictures, futuristic slang, references to apocalyptic events, fan interactions, and eerie ramblings. You could determine a loose background and storyline from the Twitter accounts, but they were so vague that no one was quite sure what was going on. All we knew was that the characters seemed to be part of a nightmarish, post-apocalyptic universe that took place in the near future. But we had no idea how this related to MCR, or why they’d gone in this direction for their next album.

The Return of MCR.com

The website did return on September 8th, with a new photo and blog post from Frank. But the blog post offered no explanation, and the speculation was far from over. The transmitter was still accessible on a separate page on MCR’s website. As the Twitter accounts continued to post their bizarre ramblings, people made connections to everything from movies to past MCR eras to the supposed “2012 Mayan Apocalypse.” At that point, their next album could have been about anything.

Looking back at Danger Days now, it’s pretty clear what was going on. But at the time, we had no idea where this era was heading. Keep in mind that our only sources of information were the Twitter accounts and the transmitter–no comics, no music videos, no interviews. The era could have been about anything. For this reason, fans scrutinized every scrap of information–pictures, tweets, transmissions–down to the smallest detail.

A World of Theories

The blog girlautomatic is a great place to read the old theories. Here’s an example from one of her posts:

Here’s my new theory:

Dr. Death Defying is part of a group called the Philly Jackals, likely a gang that either travels around on motorcycles or cars or both. Whether the group actually comes out of Philadelphia, assuming Philadelphia (or even the other states) still even exists as we know them to exist, is debatable.

The name Dr. Death Defying is an alias s/he either adopted or was given upon joining up with the Philly Jackals.

Slaughtermatic Sounds is both their logo and their motto.

The car in the picture Frank posted and the raygun Dr. Death Defying tweeted a picture of belong to him/her.

Which could possibly mean that the Lady referred to in this tweet is said car. It also probably means that last night’s tweet about being low on batteries is also about his car, but that might be a bit of a stretch. Also? I’m not sure I’d want to get on the Doctor’s bad side, if this is all correct. Motor gangs are serious business. It at least casts this tweet in a different light, though, and really makes me wonder if this tweet about nitro is referring to the dangers of drag racing, and if this tweet is about traveling on the open road.

This might look strange to fans today, but at the time, no scrap of information was insignificant. Whole blog posts were written about one or two tweets. People studied the blank transmitter screen, trying to see vague shadows or reflections in the image. They traced pictures posted on Twitter to their original sources, then studied the sources. To fans, it was basically a giant puzzle–but we had no idea where it was heading, or if there were even a solution to find.

People also tried to figure out who ran these Twitter accounts. We know now that Shaun Simon ran most of them, with Gerard Way and Jon Rivera handling DrDeathDefying. But at the time, several fans (including me) just kind of assumed that the members of MCR ran the accounts. A popular theory was that Gerard ran DrDeathDefying and Frank ran NewsAGoGo (a few tweets shared Frank’s typing style.) However, some people did suspect that Shaun Simon was involved, as the characters tended to tweet about things that he mentioned on his personal Twitter.

The End of an Era

Eventually the “Art Is The Weapon“ video was released, and the interviews and music videos that followed cleared up a lot of the mystery. But the characters continued to tweet, some of them posting well into 2013. We’re now familiar with the Danger Days universe, but the hint of mystery and intrigue still lingers. Many questions were never answered, while some concepts and ideas were scrapped altogether. Even if we get more content in the future, parts of DD will always remain a mystery to us–and I think that’s one reason that it continues to capture people’s imaginations.

An interesting note–thinking back on the transmitter and the Twitter accounts, it felt like we’d analyzed these pieces of information for months. But while I was researching this blog post, I realized that MCR’s website returned after only four days, and "Art Is The Weapon” was released only a few weeks later. I guess the analysis and scrutiny was so in-depth that it seemed to last much longer!

hiiii. so i loved the honey thing for new couples that you incorporated and i was wondering if there was anything you wanted to share related to faunus marriage/wedding traditions ? also….do some of the newsies (nora) demand to be a part of the wedding in some way lmao

[I just thought an awful lot about Faunus traditions generally, as a bit of background!]

okay so this ask absolutely lit up my brain as I considered the possibilities, so thanks for that.

there's just so many wonderful, idiosyncratic wedding traditions out there! there's glass stomping, of course, but there's also handfasting, various kinds of candle-lighting, jumping the broom... I know of one couple who came from two different seaside towns literally across the world from each other, and they combined sand from those two beaches as well as the beach of the destination wedding island where they were getting married. the options are infinite!

that last example, though, about the sand? that sparked the thought that is The Right Thought:

so the Faunus creation myth of the Shallow Sea is all about choice and transformation-- the Faunus become Faunus by being brave enough to leap into the water and reveal their true, changed selves; after that, there is no going back. I think this would be an absolutely lovely and meaningful sentimenet to be incorporated into Faunus marriages-- having to jump (or gently step with just your bare feet to not ruin your outfit lmao) into a shallow pool of water together, to show that your union will forever change you, that it's a choice you're making from which you cannot turn back. and, of course, that you're proud of your Faunus heritage. the water would need to be salted to represent the Shallow Sea, but probably a tradition over time evolved where couples maybe put other things meaningful to them/their relationship into the water. off the top of my head, maybe a little bit of printing ink or rose petals to represent Summer come to mind for the bees.

you didn't ask me about Mantali traditions, but they probably have something sort of superstitious in the vein of "something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue"-- certain genres of things from some old saying you're supposed to incorporate into your outfit or ceremony for good luck. maybe something Dust-related? I'll have to think on it

as far as who's ultimately involved with the wedding... the biggest issue is navigating everyone's egos because both Ghira and Kali and Weiss want to pay for the whole damn thing, but have different expectations of what A Proper Wedding is supposed to look like, and tbh Blake and Yang would be fine if they just, like, did it at Calavera's with the tables pushed to the sides! they're not fancy!!! also like Weiss's bank accounts aren't exactly infinite anymore, she has access to the trust fund Nicholas set up for her independently that Jacques can't touch, and her savings she transferred from her regular "allowance" back when Jacques was still giving her money, but she doesn't have bottomless Schnee pockets anymore. meanwhile Ghira and Kali are 100% trying to buy Yang's love because they already adore her and poor Yang is like IS THIS A TEST ARE THEY TRYING TO SEE IF MY LOVE CAN BE BOUGHT CLEARLY ON MY HONOR I MUST TURN ALL OF THIS DOWN

the bickering only stops when Blake and Yang threaten to elope and have Robyn marry them at The Spot (Robyn: "obligated to point out that I'm technically only ordained in Mantle and weird I just went suddenly and temporarily deaf at this mention of a wildly illegal use of an unpermitted Atlesian landing space LOVE THE ENERGY THO I'll keep my schedule clear")

ultimately they have a perfectly reasonably sized wedding at a perfectly reasonably priced reception hall. I don't know that Remnant would have bridesmaids/attendants like most modern American weddings, and even if they did I feel like Yang and Blake would BOTH feel a lot of pressure about it in different ways (Yang being like "oh no I have too many best friends where do I cut it off" and Blake being like "do I even have friends my mind has gone blank I don't think I've ever made a friend in my life"). probably instead of doing that, they make it a big sort of potluck community thing where everyone has a job. some of them are very intuitive and somewhat-traditional (Ren makes the cake, Velvet takes pictures, Weiss helps pay for it) ("My job is coordinating all the vendors so everything goes smoothly; paying for it is a gift!!") and some of them are... a little less that (Nora is 'Party Captain' and makes sure there are always people on the dance floor, Ruby is 'Hydration and Sustenance Captain' and makes sure the bees are drinking water and don't fall into the common trap of oops the couple only ever has champagne and barely touches their food, Zwei is the ring bearer).

they honeymoon in Menagerie, which is the first time Yang's ever been because until then they couldn't afford for both of them to be absent from the Bee at the same time. (every other time before that when she'd met the Belladonnas, it's because they came to Mantle, prompting many jokes about how an entire country could do without its Chieftain easier than the small newspaper could do without its editor-in-chief)

GOD THAT WAS SO FUN TO THINK ABOUT THANK YOU

(For the ask game)

I've heard you mention 'Remarkable Retirement' a few times. And I NEED more information so I can propperly obsess.

Thanks:)

SO GLAD YOU ASKED

first of all, obligatory plug because The Remarkable Retirement of Edna Fisher is out now in hardcover, paperback, and ebook, with an audiobook pending! you can find tbr and buy links (plus fun stuff like a "which character are you" quiz) at my linktree.

(I also have a shiny new website if you prefer a traditional website format or if that's more accessible to you)

okay anyway

the inspiration is exactly what you'd think it was

for anyone who doesn't know yet, the book was inspired by this post that I saw on tumblr years ago when I had my original account

...except it's not a series, she's 83, and she had one cat in the first draft who got cut because I simply cannot keep track of characters' pets, rip Mittens

here's a plot summary

which I c/p'ed from Goodreads just now, but I wrote this summary myself except for the lovely blurb from SJ Whitby at the bottom

You're never too old for adventure.

When you’re a geriatric armed with nothing but gumption and knitting needles, stopping a sorcerer from wiping out an entire dragon-fighting organization is a tall order. No one understands why 83-year-old Edna Fisher is the Chosen One, destined to save the Knights from a dragon-riding sorcerer bent on their destruction. After all, Edna has never handled a magical weapon, faced down a dragon, or cast a spell. And everyone knows the Council of Wizards always chooses a teenager—like the vengeful girl ready to snatch Edna’s destiny from under her nose.

Still, Edna leaps at the chance to leave the nursing home. With her son long dead in the Knights’ service, she’s determined to save dragon-fighters like him and to ensure other mothers don’t suffer the same loss she did. But as Edna learns about the abuse in the ranks and the sorcerer’s history as a Knight, she questions if it’s really the sorcerer that needs stopping—or the Knights she’s trying to save.

“Beyond the utterly charming premise of this wonderful book, you will find dazzling wit, a cast of delightful characters, and a plot that will sweep you away. At heart, this is a love story, but one that shows the depth and complexity of love in all its permutations. But my very favourite thing about this book is how it makes me believe in a kinder, better world.” - SJ Whitby, author of the Cute Mutants series

no-context spoilers aka random shit in the book that I like to mention now and then for funsies

handkerchief magic

a largely useless wizard

"I'm fine" [but she was not fine]

"snickerdoodles"

"we're not flying right into a SHITLOAD OF DRAGONS" (I have a temporary tattoo and stickers with this quote on it lmao it's a fave)

a dragon who thinks he's a lap dog

a dragon who hoards flowers

an extremely self-indulgent kiss-on-the-beach scene

a Soft Old Man™

maybe she's born with it, maybe it's PTSD

idk I'm bad at giving info without a specific question

I could literally talk about this book (or,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,anything I'm writing) all day, but I never know where to start or where to stop when I lack a specific question lmao. so if you have more questions or new questions or questions about anything listed here, please let me know what they are so I can answer them better!

Okay, I know I should have stopped at the last one, but I can't help myself. Once I got reading up on the Helkkja and their magics, I was just drawn more into their legends and stories. I don't know why regular old magic doesn't excite me that much, while this stuff really gets my brain churning. Maybe its that it ties to a region that I could never explore, and its bizarre way of using life as a medium to their art. Whichever the case is, I just keep finding more books and scrolls to devour on the subject, and even take some enjoyment from the various tales of horror and the macabre. Yes, I can chalk some of this stuff up to hyperbole, but with this supposed abyssal magic at play...well, safe to say that almost anything could be on the table at that point. So this isn't so much an entry, just me rambling about this bizarre magic I read about and one of the abominations that can arise from its use. If it writes out well, maybe I can sneak it in somewhere. Don't tell Eucella!

I have written before on the abyssal sleepers, Helkkja that undergo a transformation into a shark-like creature which then lives for years in the darkest depths of the ocean. There they are exposed to a force unlike anywhere else, absorbing some kind of energy or presence into their very flesh. The abyss boils with this strange magic, if one can even call it that, and the sleepers is how the Helkkja collect it. Once their time below is up, the sleepers rise back to their frigid surface home and are taken back to land by their sisters. There the flesh and fins are carved off their bodies, and they revert back to a human form. This fresh meat is now steeped in abyssal energy and curses, which then needs to go through a rigorous process to filter and break it down into a form mere mortals can handle. What is born from this process is access to glimpses and fragments of abyssal magic, some twisted art brought up from the very bowels of the ocean. There is much talk and wonder around what they use this alien energy for, but there is a certain kind that is quite infamous to those outside these arctic lands. Most who have heard of it think it no more than a terrible tale to scare people around the campfire, but certain accounts and strange disappearances suggest it more real than people would like...

It is known that the Helkkja keep to themselves on their frozen wasteland of an island, but that does not mean they do not venture into other lands and waters. It also does not mean they are excluded from the actions of the outside world. Their colony was established due to fighting between witches and mages, and this conflict still remains fresh in many minds. It is no secret that many magical academies and mage circles utterly despise the Helkkja and spread word of their horrid ways. They are a coven of witches that refuses to be exterminated or driven out, and their mere existence makes these famed masters look weak. If witches are so corrupt and evil, then why hasn't the pure mighty magic of the greatest mages purged these monsters from the world? Why do they seemingly do nothing to these arctic monsters, while they weave their abyssal magic and abduct poor souls? All this bad blood has led to many attempts to invade this island, which have all failed horribly. It also drives the pursuit of magic, law and establishments that could work to thwart the Helkkja and their strange abilities. If you ever see a team of mages studying icy magic or working with arctic ingredients, know that they are trying to find a flaw to these witches. Even outside of the Helkkja themselves, witches around the world get in a whole lot of trouble from both the mages and the public. Many trials, many laws and a whole lot of purging. This gives the Helkkja a reason to be interested in the outside world, not just for their sake, but for others like them. There have been rare instances where a Helkkja has been spotted outside their island, walking amongst the rest of us mortals. Their appearance is more like that of a ghost, here and gone within moments, leaving only a chilling aura behind. You can certainly tell one is near if you feel a bitter cold, as the Helkkja require icy temperatures to stay alive. Their short visits might just be that they despise the heat or any kind of warmth. Why they are here, we can't really say. Some believe they arrive to depart wisdom or blessings to other witch covens, helping those in dire need. A lot, however, say that they are here for nefarious purposes. The enemies of the Helkkja are many, and it seems like they have a way of targeting those who threaten them the most...

Though there is many theories and thoughts on the hows and whys, there is no denying the existence of the tooth. That single sharpened blade that remains at the scene of these horrible tales. I saw a supposed tooth in a museum once, sealed behind a whole lot of glass and protective runes. As the stories go, the tooth is supposed to be rendered drained of magic and inert after inflicting its single "bite," but I get the feeling many folk aren't willing to trust that theory. The look of it isn't all that special, it is pretty much a large shark tooth. They come in different sizes and shapes, varying by the species of shark they are pulled from, but they are all black in color and still wicked sharp. Their look and consistency suggests that they are ancient, dug up from a time long gone. The only thing making them different from other fossilized shark teeth is the etchings in their surface, which are said to glow a faint blue when active. It is said that the tooth is a weapon used by the Helkkja to punish those who wrong them or threaten their existence. They collect these stony blades and imbue them with abyssal magic, pouring the horrid curses into the etchings and symbols upon them. When they carry the hexes of the darkened sea, they are then taken by Helkkja who are sent out to the lands beyond. They will leave their island and plunge into the world of man, seeking their targets from the chilling shadows. While it may sound cooler that these witches attack their targets and drive the tooth into them with their own hands, the reality sounds more insidious and paranoia inducing. From the stories, it is suggested that the tooth marked for the victim is left in places where they least expect, positioned so that its biting edge may cut into the unwary. Slipped into a bed, hidden within a drawer, or even placed in a shoe, the tooth is set up as a stealthy trap. Though ancient, the blade is still sharp and easily tastes blood when touched. The victim will discover the tooth upon their first cut, but it is already too late once it bites them. At first, the small cut will be just like any minor wound, but soon a chill shall start to spread through the victim's body. No blanket or fire will keep them warm, despite the fact that they begin to sweat profusely as the curse takes hold. Their skin will turn pale and clammy, the constant sweat making them slick and damp. Respiratory problems kick in, with harsh breathing and wet coughs. As it progresses, their senses will go wild. The tongue will taste nothing but damp, the nose filled with the smell of salt and fish, while the ears hear the constant sloshing and pulsing of endless waves. Amongst it all, their eyes will become painfully sensitive to light, causing them to scream at the faintest lantern or fire. Attempts to cure this have all failed, and eventually the victim retreats to a darkened room or closet. They bury themselves in blankets and layers, shroud themselves in darkness, but find no relief. This is when the transformation occurs, and it is a horrid one at the sounds of it. The skin begins to soften and melt, the muscles and fat swelling and slithering beneath it all. The legs stick to each other like glue, soon fusing into one awkward limb. The lips meld together, turning their screams to muffled whimpers. The sweat turns to slime, as their hair falls out from every inch of their body. The eyes swell up and their skulls deform. Fleshy fins erupt from the back, as their arms are shriveled and reduced. When friends and family finally tear open the door after hearing the commotion and gurgling screams, what they find turns their blood cold. The stories speak of pale, writhing creatures, of men who have turned to fish. The twisted abomination may slither and crawl towards their loved ones, silently begging for help, but they usually find no mercy. Their appearance disgusts them and horrifies them, usually leading them to flee from the very sight or sometimes kill them right there. If they are left alive and alone, they will seemingly vanish despite their awkward bodies. The tales speak of shattered windows and broken doors, each coated in a sickly slime. The trail of goop leads to the nearest source of water, and then it is gone. The transformed victim disappears into the sea, leaving only that darkened tooth behind as evidence of what has occurred. What becomes of these creatures, no one can say. It is commonly thought that they swim back to the Helkkja, who now rule their thoughts and actions. When they make it back to the island, many claim they are forced to serve as amphibious slaves for their cruel masters. Folks with more twisted minds say that the Helkkja eat them, serving up their fishy bodies for a feast. Regardless, the targets of the Helkkja someday vanish, and a single tooth is a symbol of their demise. With its target cursed and fled, it remains dark and empty, erasing all traces of the magic it held. To this day, the mages have not been able to crack whatever hex is contained in these terrible blades, and remain ever vigilant of their surroundings in fear that one may be slipped into their homes. As it is said to those who are invited to the bedroom of a mage, be wary if they are insistent that you be the first to crawl into the sheets. I will say it does make me curious of what would happen to us dryads if we ever got bit by one. Would we turn into a fish? A fish with meat, or a plant one? Maybe we become kelp dryads! Not sure, but the more I think of it the more it kind of scares me. Yeah, never mind. Entry over.   Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian

Editor's Note: Chlora, how do you exactly plan to sneak this by me? I am your editor, I kind of see everything you write and submit. Maybe if you were actually subtle about these things you could get one by me, but since your notes are a mess I don't think even you know what you send to me! Your last stack of papers had a grocery list in it! Please organize your papers and thoughts, and also stop trying to submit these mystical myths and such. If we were writing a book on scary legends and horror stories, this would fit right in! BUT WE AREN'T!

Also be sure that you are getting orange peppers, not the red ones. Vera likes the orange ones better, she says the colors are more fun. And also you're buying your bug broths?! What happened to your garden pots!? This is stuff you should be able to easily brew at home! I am coming over to your house as soon as possible to get a look at your garden. I don't know what mess you got growing out there, but I am not about to let Vera eat store bought broths when a home cooked one is so easy to make!  - Eucella -   --------------------------------------------------------------

“Abyssal Thrall”

Collected fossilized shark teeth once and wondered about were-sharks and what primordial curses lie within these ancient things.