Fellow agere tumblr users, what are y'all's opinions on Stimboards? Me personally, they're fine when I'm big, but they overstimulate me when I'm little.
Opinions on stimboards? (Agere Tumblr)
Likey! :D
Nuh-uh... :Ɛ
Other/More specific
Neutral/See results
Voting ended onMay 10, 2024
(Pls reblog for a larger answer pool! Pet regressors and age dreamers, you can answer too!)
Seriously people the lack of fandom interaction these days makes me genuinely depressed, it never used to be like this, makes me wonder what's the point of coming online to do anything anymore.
Reblog a post so other people can see it.
Leave a comment so the author doesn't feel like giving up.
This is a fandom work for Cookie Run. I'm putting this warning here because of formattation. (The work is under the cut)
Public Service Announcement brought to you by the Time Balance Department
Reminder to all cookies of the general public: If you plan to time travel, beware of Timeline Fatigue. For those of you unaware, Timeline Fatigue refers to the physical effects one suffers when traveling between to many timelines too fast. Symptoms of Timeline Fatigue may include exhaustion, dizziness, mental deterioration/loss of sanity, hallucinations, memory loss, and in extreme cases, Paranoia and Chronophobia, the fear of time passing. To prevent Tineline Fatigue, members of the TBD advise to limit timeline travel as much as possible, especially for those who lack the proper tools, equipment, and/or experience to safely timeline hop. If you suspect you may be suffering from Timeline Fatigue, find the nearest TBD Office and remain in the timeline you are currently in for no less than 3 weeks for recovery. Thank you for listening and have a great rest of your day.
This has been a Public Service Announcement from the Time Balance Department.
This is a fandom work for Cookie Run. I'm putting this warning here because of formattation. (The work is under the cut)
Public Service Announcement brought to you by the Time Balance Department
Reminder to all cookies of the general public: If you plan to time travel, beware of Timeline Fatigue. For those of you unaware, Timeline Fatigue refers to the physical effects one suffers when traveling between to many timelines too fast. Symptoms of Timeline Fatigue may include exhaustion, dizziness, mental deterioration/loss of sanity, hallucinations, memory loss, and in extreme cases, Paranoia and Chronophobia, the fear of time passing. To prevent Tineline Fatigue, members of the TBD advise to limit timeline travel as much as possible, especially for those who lack the proper tools, equipment, and/or experience to safely timeline hop. If you suspect you may be suffering from Timeline Fatigue, find the nearest TBD Office and remain in the timeline you are currently in for no less than 3 weeks for recovery. Thank you for listening and have a great rest of your day.
This has been a Public Service Announcement from the Time Balance Department.
You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.
By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.
I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?
it's probably from assholes making asks a minefield of trolling/harassment for years with no real blocking ability, which turned people off from allowing asks on their blogs so as a whole the site moved away from it
but now that we do have better blocking, we should try to revive it.
OH WHILE I'M HERE, I might as well share a theory I have. (Content Warning for discussion of chronic pain)
So this theory is for Roguefort Cookie, and I think the best way to open it is to do a comparison of two of their sprites.
You see it yet? Roguefort doesn't have their cane. Their default sprites depict them holding their cane in their right hand, which means their bad leg is their left leg. My theory is only further feuled by this sprite.p
Idk about you, but whenever I look at this sprite, it just gives me "I am in immense pain" vibes from Roguefort, moreso since their right leg is in front of their left leg, so it seems to me that they're putting as much pressure as they can on their good leg to minimize the pain on their bad leg.
So my theory is that out of everything in Phantom Bleu's getup, the cane is the one thing they actually need, even in civilian life. They don't complain about not being able to see clearly when they don't have their monocle, even though it would supposedly recitify vision issues.
I really, really REALLY wanted to put this scenario down on paper for a while.
Character Warnings: Timekeeper Cookie, Roguefort Cookie (Pursuit of Lost Time)
TW: Early Stages of memory loss, gaslighting(?) and manipulation, severe sleep deprivation, nightmares
Other notes: In my fanon, Cinnamon is Roguefort's little brother. Remember this. (Also it's literally 1 AM so no beta we die like goombas)
It wasn't often that Roguefort would remain awake for days on end for anything but a heist. Well, this was a heist, just not one for gems. No, no, the target this time...it was far more precious.
"You're twitching. Perhaps you should get some rest." Timekeeper's voice snapped Roguefort out of their thoughts. Truth be told, Roguefort hadn't slept in days, weeks...actually...what day was it? Something that started with an F? It didn't matter.
"I don't think I've ever recalled you caring for my wellbeing." Rogueforf wouldn't make eye contact. Something in the back of their mind was telling them not to, but they just couldn't place their finger on why, exactly.
"Your moms weren't the ones who said they could help you find the watch, were they?" Timekeeper's tone had an edge of sugary malice to it as she continued to operate the aircraft. She didn't even need to look to know that Roguefort had flinched at the mention of their mothers.
"You and I both know damn well why they didn't." Usually, Roguefort would've done everything in their power to hode their anger. But a lack of sleep, grief, timeline jumping, and a misguided attempt at closure (for lack of a better term) all did a number on their mind. "You said yourself that I'd be able to fix the family if I went with you, so don't even go there."
"I did say that, didn't I? I'm sure Cinnamon is in total agreement with your decision. After all, he looked up to you the most, so I bet he trusted you to make the right choice."
Okay, that was the last straw.
"You know what? I'm going to bed." Roguefort sounded angrier than they woumd've liked, but at the same time they sounded exasperated. Understandably so.
"Yes, yes, goodnight to you, too." Timekeeper feigned a yawn as she heard Roguefort storm off in annoyance. And as such, they would totally miss the little smirk growing on her face as they left.
Roguefort wasn't sure how an entire guest room could fit in an aircraft, but they had learned to not question Timekeeper's bs a while ago. They wouldn't feel themself flopping down on the mattress, they wouldn't feel their eyes closing. All they'd be able to hear before drifting off was the sound of their own voice humming Für Elise. They knew it made Cinnamon happy...they just wished they could remember why...
~
When Roguefort opened their eyes, they were in a dark, empty void. It wasn't cool or echo-y like voids in sci-fi movies, just one where Roguefort was truly alone.
That was when their eyes landed on Cinnamon.
"Cinnamon...hermanito....is that really you?" Roguefort's voice was shaky with tears and desperation, but Cinnamon wouldn't say a word, only continuing to stare at his big brother.
"Cinnamon...it's me!" Roguefort was met with more silence.
"Hermanito...please..." Silence. The silence made Roguefort feel something they couldn't describe. They just knew they didn't like it.
"Cinnamon...Cinnamon, come on! S-Say something, damn it!" But Cinnamon wouldn't say a word.
"CINNAMON!"
~
Roguefort sat up in the bed with the speed of a rocket, breathing heabily as they tried to regain their bearings. They had definitely had nightmares in the past, but this one felt different. Roguefort sighed, knowing there was no way in hell they'd be able to go back to sleep now. With a sigh, they left the guest room and returned to the main control panel, unsurprised to see Timekeeper still there.
"I thought you were going to bed?"
Roguefort hesitated.
"I'm not tired." They sat in the passenger side of the control panel, seeming determined and bored at the same time.
