This blog is mostly dedicated to all the fandoms that I'm into, with a sprinkle of witchcraft here and there as well as other random stuff. Can I call myself a veteran in fanfic spaces if I've been here, reading smut, for over 15 years? She/her; 🇺🇦-born; 🇩🇪 citizen.
Wondering where our great Ukrainian books and literature are? Destroyed by ruzzia over decades, eradicating Ukrainian language and voices, and they keep doing it. They target civilian infrastructure, malls, schools and publishing houses deliberate to eradicate Ukrainian culture. I beg everyone from the US who reads this to call their representatives to finally lift the ban on Ukraine that stops them from using US weapons on valid military targets in ruzzia. They are currently bombing several cities to the ground from their own territory because of this, while Ukraine is not allowed to strike back at bases and stations just on the other side of the border.
it’s funny how we’re getting to the point in the AI lifespan where you can feel the desperation from tech companies to have you use their AI features. instagram has moved their AI effects to the top of the menu when you’re creating a post for your story, exactly where the draw/edit button used to be. gmail is creating one-click AI-generated replies right before you open up the text box. spotify put a beta AI playlist generator on the front page that looks just like a search bar so all of their users accidentally click on it when they go to search for a song.
tech companies are shaking in their boots trying to prove to shareholders that their investment in AI is worth it, to the point where they’re tricking their users into using the AI features even for a split second in order to fudge the numbers. like awww is your little environment-destroying toy not wielding the results you hoped for? so sad!
I feel like I need to share this because idk if Europeans are familiar with the presence of Aldi in the US, but at least especially in my area they’ve been growing a lot recently. Like Aldi bought out some local failing grocery chains where I live (Louisiana) and have opened Aldis in all these somewhat rural communities and small towns, which for the record I’m fine with
But as a result of this they are advertising a lot more in my area and also in many cases, the people in these areas have never been confronted with Aldi or any European grocery store. So the ads that Aldi is pushing out to its new US customer base feature a cowboy shopping at Aldi who is explaining to new Aldi customers how Aldi works. Like this cowboy is explaining you gotta put a quarter in the shopping cart and why there are very little name brands. A cowboy is how they want to reach their American customer base. They gave us a cowboy
I have said it before on many occasions but it's worth reminding people that Sylus is a WHORE. And I love it.
He gives major fuck you in the bathroom on the first date before dessert arrives energy.
Think about it.
In his vampire myth, this man was ten seconds in from meeting MC and had every single intention to kill her and he STILL made out with her. Zero memory who she is, ready to impale her to death after bleeding her dry and has the audacity to be like “hold on, give me a kiss real quick,” LMAO!
In his dragon myth when MC was sneaking him, and she started acting like she was trying to fuck cause she feels bored did you see the look on his face? He was down!
I'm convinced if it wasn't for her hating his guts on sight in main story, because despite that she does admit he is hot as fuck so I KNOW he would have taken her amnesia having ass to base and slutted her out regardless. All she had to do was say when.
Nobody can tell me otherwise.
Sylus is easy. And I love that about him.
Fake sleeping so he can get handcuffed to his bed wearing nothing but a silk robe.
Just stamp the words “Fuck me whenever” on your forehead Onychinus leader cause we all see you're about that life.
Another change in the environment around my artwork, which is somehow still holding on after russia’s latest massive terrorist attack on Kyiv. As the world keeps caring less and less, genocidal freaks are now openly threatening to destroy our capital with missiles.
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Being in England for vacation rn and suddenly hit with age restriction and "pls verify your age" even on this freaking hellsite (affectionately) is such a dystopian experience that makes me genuinely fear this whole worldwide push for it even more than I ALREADY did.
🤍🧵| Fakeleb | Caleb 🍎
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“That's Caleb?" Tara asks stunned as she watches the tall, muscular man step into her apartment to check on you.
Caleb crouches down beside you on the floor. You're slumped against the wall, fighting to stay awake after all the drinks you and your team have consumed.
"Pips? Can you hear me?" he asks softly, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. "You awake?"
You only grumble in response.
"She was so upset about losing that Wanderer today, she basically drowned her frustration in rum," Simone explains while Caleb gathers your bag and gently fixes your messy hair.
"I'll give you a piggyback ride and take you home, yeah?" Caleb says to you, reaching to lift you up. Before he can, you weakly shove at his chest.
"Noooo. I have a boyfrieeend~" you slur, eyes still closed.
A delighted smile tugs at Caleb's lips, and he decides to see how far he can take this.
"I see. And do you think this boyfriend of yours would mind if I helped you out a little?"
"Yessss~~! He'd mind veryyy muchhh!" You continue trying to push him away, despite barely having the strength.
"Aaaand..." Caleb says, still enjoying this. "Do you mind?"
"Yesss... I mind toooo...," you mumble before adding a. "...Actuallyyyy, you smell like him~" You open your eyes.
The room is blurry and doubled. You're far too drunk to put anything together.
"Oh my gooood..." You squint at him. "You even res... resem... resem—look like him!" You grab his face with both hands.
"And your skiiin..." You stroke his cheek. "Sooo softtt. Just like Caleb's."
Caleb lets out as chuckle.
"Hm. And this boyfriend of yours..." he asks. "What do you like best about him?"
At this point, Caleb is simply curious how long it'll take you to realize who you're talking to.
"I don't like him." You drop your hands and shake your head.
A flicker of uncertainty crosses Caleb's face.
"You... don't like your boyfriend?" he asks cautiously.
"No, no, no." This time you nod enthusiastically, "I looove Caleb!"
Caleb suddenly stops in his every movement. His heart nearly stops too.
Around him, everyone lets out a small gasp. Based on Caleb's stunned silence alone, they all realize the same thing. It's the first time you've ever said it out loud since becoming a couple.
"Y-you... love him?" Caleb asks carefully.
"Sooo muchhh! He's the besssttt!"
You lean forward and press a finger to his lips, "but shhhhh~~Don't tell him yettt. It's our little secret, Fakeleb." You giggle. "Fakeleb... hehehe..."
You laugh at your own joke before promptly falling backward against the wall, your eyes drifting shut again.
Caleb takes a moment to compose himself.
"Okay. I think I should take you home now, Pips."
He lifts you into his arms while you mumble weak protests about wanting to wait for "Realleb" to come pick you up.
You wake up the next morning in your bed. On your nightstand sits a tray filled with everything needed for a hangover breakfast, prettily arranged alongside a small handwritten note.
„Get some rest, hydrate, and eat your breakfast. I'll see you tonight. — Fakeleb 🍏”
Slowly, the memories from last night begin returning, including what you said. The rest of the day is spent wondering how you're supposed to handle it. Confessing you love someone while drunk is awful. Caleb deserves to hear it properly and now you have to say it, because he definitely remembers.
When Caleb finally returns after an exhausting day at the fleet, you greet him as if nothing happened. Later, you're stretched out on the couch with your head resting in his lap while the TV plays quietly in the background. After several minutes of working up the courage, you finally speak.
"You know, Caleb..."
He glances down at you.
"I meant what I said."
Caleb’s breath fastens, "you don't have to say it back if you're not ready," he says. "I know I say it all the time, but I don't want you to feel pressu—"
"I love you, Caleb."
Caleb’s holding his breath, any existing emotion rushes through him.
You sit up and face him.
"I really do," you say quietly, "I always have. Things were just... complicated. But I love you. I truly love you so much."
A dozen emotions cross Caleb's face, but you think it's settling into pure happiness. You don't think you've ever seen him look so… genuinely happy.
As if hearing those words from you is everything he'd been waiting for.
For those who have missed it, a tourist in Hawaii decided it would be fun to chuck a rock (a BIG rock) at a monk seal. He missed, but he was captured on video, and when told it was illegal to interfere with them, said "I'm rich, I can pay the fine."
Is the best part that he got doxxed? No.
Is the best part that he got tracked down by a local and beaten? No.
Arrested on state at federal charges, looking at up to 5 years and 50K? Nope.
The best part is the local city council's reaction.
And the best part of that is the look on the attorney's face.
"Sheltering the Littlest Flames"
A piece created to to be a limited edition print that comes with the Kickstarter exclusive deluxe edition of my new artbook. The campaign (click) launches Tuesday the 21st!
