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i’m pretty sure this is canon but when i first saw it i had to expand on it more. he would call you things like: pretty thing, beautiful/beauty, gorgeous. nice words like that. he wouldn’t use ‘vulgar’ words like ‘hot or sexy’ to describe you. too unimaginative.
loves the feeling of your skin on his. you’re so warm and soft against him and he loves it. doesn’t even mind if you have body hair, even if that would be a bit weird to other people. it just adds onto you and he would find it immature if someone else complained. touch starved as well. being alone for so long does that to people. he just loves physical contact with you in general.
would definitely do things the old fashioned way. he would mail you a love letter and hope you get it with baited breath. if you say yes then expect him to stumble over his words all while trying to keep his composure. if you ask him who delivered it to your mail box, he would say eddie.
he would brag to barnaby about you. since he believes that the dolls hes made of his dear neighbors are real and listening he would sit barnaby down while you’re away and brag to him about you. sometimes barnaby responds. maybe one day he’d allow you and him to meet?
definitely possessive. doesn’t like to see his pretty thing wander far from him. even of he has to keep you in the dollhouse himself, he’ll do it if he needs to. he’d hate to see you get hurt, and the world is harsh and cruel out there. it would be best for you to stay with him…completely…forever. where you’re safe.
sometimes spends moments of you two spending time together just…staring at you. he loves the way you look. your hair, your eyes, the way your face crinkles up when you smile. it all makes him lightheaded and fuzzy. if he made a doll of you he would show you with pride and point out all the fine details that he captured of you, even the ones you haven’t noticed.
doesn’t like it when you see his ‘cracks’ or flaws. he would like to appear to you as flawless as fresh porcelain, but unfortunately sometimes you make him just a tad too emotional and he starts to show his true colors. he just hopes you don’t hate him or think bad of him. you’re the first visitor he’s had since the others abandoned him…he really would love for you two to be together for as long as possible.
makes you small gifts all the time. really is an arts and crafts kind of guy. he loves seeing your face light up when he gives you dolls or other things he’s made by hand. he also does embroidery and makes doilies. tends to do it when you’re away to pass the time until you come back. he would try and teach you how to do it too.
on the flip side, if you gave him a gift— well he’d just melt. he wouldn’t know what to do. even the smallest gift would send him into a flurry of “oh neighbors” and “i love you”s. he would tear up a bit and immediately put it somewhere where he can see it anytime he wants to. it would be precious to him, no matter how well made.
isolation breed abandonment issues. he wouldn’t like you leaving his side that much, and if you do he would wait patiently until you get back. he isn’t the kind of guy to set a curfew, as you’re your own person and an adult but he would definitely expect you to be back before nightfall at least.
would allow you to call him ‘dolly’, simply because it amuses him.
doesn’t sleep that well and has trouble sleeping, he usually spends that time alone but when you’re around he likes to watch you sleep. he stands over you with his arms folded behind his back, or sits on your bed and watches over you as you snooze along. he’d brush your hair out of your face, or whisper to you as you sleep. things he would probably never say to you if you were awake. he’d also take that time to study your face more closely for his doll of you. more time to look at you the better. you look so peaceful and it brings his heart joy to know you’re here with him, and safe. if you’d allow him, he would love to cuddle you while you sleep and would do the same either way.
author’s note ⊹˚. ♡
these were just silly little ideas i brewed up! i’ve been having real bad brainrot of dollhouse ever since i saw him and i haven’t really seen that much content of him around and that’s a shame because his design is absolutely incredible.
i’d also like to take this time to mention that my requests are open! as long as you follow my guidelines, we should get along just fine. i can’t guarantee i will get to every one but i can try! hope to see you soon, neighbor.
Hi I’m Rook and this is my first time posting anything in a few years, so be patient if I’m a bit slow!! I do art of various characters and fandoms and I hope you guys can enjoy the horrors I create
Not me watching @strange-aeons Tumblr Etiquette video to try to not disturb the fragile Tumblr ecosystem as a biologist works to preserve the fragile ecosystem of a rainforest.
Hello! I’m thefirexeo. young adult/not a minor. Prefer he/they/it. Ask me before to use she, or only if friends or close.
I’m finally making, posting (something at least) and pinning this introduction to everyone who stumbles upon, or clicks and looks and scrolls and follows and likes or whatever they want to do.
Thinking, choosing, and picking online nicknames and online & preferred names in general are hard and confusing. I suppose for names I’m okay with right now you can can call me Fire, Daya or Pyre. I don’t mind the interchangeable use as long as you make it clear it’s me you mean or are talking to.
This is the main tumblr blog. Consisting mostly of MCYT, Hermitcraft, Empires, Pirates, and The Life Series Smps. Occasionally may have DSMP. Still a little bit new to all the former medias/fandoms. But may delve into other fandoms/whatever interests me and personal rambles rants & vents. May make a side blog specifically for the big interests I have, or not depending on how I feel. May just keep the whole thing all mixed together.
I love to scribble/draw/do art and may post rough drafts and finished projects and whatever here. I write, may make drabbles and though I haven’t posted on ao3 and may share it later any fanfiction and links if i want to/like it.
I’m not great at it, but I’m trying to be better to look out and follow more people and like/reblog/tag whatever I want to.
Asks open/dms open/long reblog tags in my posts/follows/likes/reblogs welcome.
techno enjoyer/misser, does plan to post things & do more unfortunately infreq/posts when i can.
Will add/edit more things as I go along and they come up. Don’t know totally if this is fine or not but it’s okay enough I guess.
Thank you for reading and stick around for this ride for as long as you like.
To add: Currently into JRWI rn. And occasionally will probably reblog Honkai Star Rail and Genshin.
Heyo! :)
I'm new to Tumblr so excuse the bad writing. I'll maybe get better (I don't decide whether my writings good or bad).
I am still in school (not elementary or middle school, btw) , so I may not be able to send out my writing as soon as you guys want. Though, I do appreciate if you guys don't hate and be patient! :D
I enjoy patient and kind readers so please, don't ask any personal questions, (school, family, real name, etc.,) and don't hate (again, I'm still new to all of this).
Anyways, a bit about myself!
I prefer to be called Aiko/Ai online, I'm 18+ so I'm going to be writing (some, not all) mature content.
I'm mainly going to write for Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin, but I've been thinking to write for Demon Slayer, One Piece and Jujutsu Kaisen.
Ask me anything and I'll try my best to answer! Requests are always open so please request (they give me motivation to not quit this!)
let's do a proper introduction to langblr/studyblr. i hope i can be active here but i still need to figure out how to use this app lol
about me *awkward*
so yeah, my name is luca, but i also go by 윤민석 (yun minseok) usually in korean contexts. feel free to use both or which ever you prefer though. i'm an '08 liner, and am currently in ninth grade. i was born in and currently live in germany.
the langs
fluent
german (duh)
english
pretty solid/learning
norwegian (bokmål)
french
korean
spanish
latin
interested but will probably not genuinely start any time soon
chinese (mandarin)
italian
russian
japanese
thai
polish
indonesian
other interests
i'd say that i do quite a lot of sports. i do taekwondo, hip-hop/i generally like dancing and i go to the gym pretty regularly. i also hope to be able to learn how to play baseball soon but there's little options here, sadly.
i also like music, both listening to it and making it. i mainly play the guitar and the bass but also the piano sometimes. and the drums very sometimes. my taste in music is very diverse but i like it that way. my favourite bands are stray kids, muse and sabaton.
if you've read this far i'm very proud of you. take this biscuit as a reward. 🍪.
What if they didn't put ads every 3 posts. Three posts between ads, literally. Not even counting the ad for Tumblr Live.
Also what if tumblr didn't know what city Im in. I do not want my location tracked or stored anywhere unless I give explicit ongoing permission, like with my GPS app that I allow to track me only when the app is open, and then it deletes the data (allegedly) when I stop giving permission.
be sure to read my post with the things i will and will not write! my requests are open atm. don’t be afraid to request whatever you like. hope to see you soon!
hello tumblr : open rants about grieving myself as a twitter user
i joined twitter in november 2019, around the same time i developed agency and autonomous thoughts. a girl from my school had suggested i try it out, and like everyone, i did not understand the concept; and like everyone, i came back to it a few weeks later, and it became an integral part of my life ever since.
i don’t exactly know whether twitter altered my brain chemistry, or if i had a brain chemistry that was initially compatible with twitter and pursued its own path to exhaustion. i have always been a very talkative person; my parents would plan an hour at the end of the day just to listen to me talk about my day in extensive detail. i never, ever, ever shut up. and that simultaneously must’ve been the reason why i joined twitter AND the reason i started writing : if i don’t have friends i can talk to my day in extensive detail about, i can tell the entire world.
i haven’t been able to leave twitter since i started. it wasn’t even that i tried : i defined myself by being a twitter user (by the way, how horribly hilarious to define yourself by being a “user” of something and insist it isn’t a drug). the one time i tried to leave, i came back after a month, not because i experienced withdrawal, but simply because i decided i didn’t like using instagram as my main social media. i told myself, and others, when they asked why i was so inintelligible :
i am a twitter.
(twitter as in twitter account, or twitter as in ‘one who tweets’ ? i don’t know myself. i’d like to keep that ambiguity. i’ve been intertwined with the accounts i’ve had, my usernames have been enmeshed in me the same way a family name. “hi, i’m Cassandre, known as chi3ur on twitter.com, “oui chieur avec un trois” [originally in French])
i think it would be intellectually dishonest, though, to deny that twitter has changed the way i think. it has given a parasocial flavor to almost all my relationships, including ones with people i know in real life. it has made my humor and sometimes my everyday babbling absolutely incomprehensible to people who didn’t have “the reference”, but it made me feel like i was a part of something. it was an identity marker; something that as someone who has been excluded from most if not all large groups of people, i could brandish and say “look! look! i’m a real person too!”.
i haven’t always had a good relationship with the people on twitter. i have been harassed, doxxed, threatened, i’ve had to leave my hometown for a few months because of how bad it got. yet, i never had an issue with the platform itself. it always found its way back to me, and i eventually managed to curate an experience that was so euphorizing to me.
as i am writing this, the “twitter ship” is currently sinking. like musicians on the titanic, my most prized followed accounts, and often friends, are providing this one last part of entertainment before the app/site completely shuts down. it is rumoured to give out during the night, and by tomorrow morning, i may wake up and find my tidbits of personal history from the past year or so has been wiped out from existence (yes, i did request an archive, i hope it isn’t too late to do so).
i saw it coming.
i read it in the early signs, like a religious person would try and predict the Apocalypse : i followed software updates as though i knew anything about programming, read stories of the employees upon employees fired, and once i started mourning this website, it got me thinking :
who am i if not a twitter ?
my brain chemistry that i mentioned being compatible with twitter, moreso than the incessant rambling, was precisely that i felt compelled to share my every thought with the world. over the years, it got to a point where my first, jolt-like reaction, when i experienced a well-worded or articulate thought, was to tweet it. minor event happened during the day ? tweet it. overwhelming realization about who i am as a person ? tweet it. witty play on words, or, as i’d say, “banger”? tweet it. the muscle that required me to think was inextricably intertwined with the routine that went “open twitter, compose tweet, write down thought, tweet”.
over the past few days, i have been finding myself more and more reminiscent of who i was in my past lives, that is to say, any year prior to 2020. i listen to music from when i was in middle school. i dream about dating someone almost exactly like my first ever partner. but what scares me the most is that i’ve started to unravel the layers and layers of irony, sarcasm, rizz, memes, that i’ve coated myself and my feelings in to survive them. and now that all of this is tumbling (lol) down, i find that the thought to tweet instinct is, in fact, not that natural to who i am as a person. i find in me the child who spoke with an unnaturally elaborate language that i’d learnt in books, who used proper punctuation and prided myself on being able to carry long-winded reasonings.
is it that child that is sitting here today, in my very adult apartment that i rent with my very adult money earnt at my very adult job, typing for the first time in a long time a text that is longer than 240 characters ?
i prided myself for so long in being able to kill my inner child. but i find with both ecstasy and horror that they are very much still alive, that the person i prided myself in inventing from scratch was actually an articulate jumble of pieces i picked from others and from myself, and now the headquarters of twitter are closing and my mask is falling off, the app is slowing down, and i am more and more cringe, but i know that this makes me feel good in a way that is much deeper than the surface-level personality i assembled the past three years, and if i need to know anything about myself, it is this :
I've been too scared to actually post anything or repost... But! I've decided to be brave and actually do it. Instead of worrying about whether or not people would actually like me or not, I decide to join in the fun I'm missing out on!
Umm... Yeah, I don't know what else to put or say for that matter. But enjoy the little picture I drew a bit ago... But anyways I hope to maybe make some friends on here, another social media app I'll probably never really post on, yay!