I'm 30something Italian nerd looking for people with my same interests to talk to!
I've also recently started drawing, and writing/posting fanfics on Ao3. My current works are:
- November 8th 1997 series, a Death Note fanfiction (tag #november 8th 1997 fanfiction)
- Seven Stars of Sacrifice series, a Nanatsu no Taizai fanfiction (tag #seven stars of sacrifice fanfiction)
- The Lies that Bloom from a Seed of Truth, a Spy x Family fanfiction (tag #the seed of truth fanfiction)
I'm also drawing my OCs from these fanfics!
I would spend HOURS talking about:
- Tolkien
- Linguistics and Translation
- Literature
- Fullmetal Alchemist
- FIRE EMBLEM
- ATLA (animated series, comics and novels)
- LoK
- Star Wars (I haven't read the comics, but I'm a big fan of the animated series and I'm looking for the novels)
- MYTHOLOGY!!
- Arthuriana
- Nanatsu no Taizai
- Spy x Family
- Dragon Prince (but I'm still stuck at Season 5, no spoilers please!)
- Finland
- The Grishaverse
Ok, enough with my current hyperfixations.
I can speak Italian, English and Spanish, but I'd like to practice my German and French too. I still remember a bit of Finnish but I'm planning to study it nore seriously. I'm also studying Japanese but I'm an absolute beginner!
I am a gym rat and a cosplayer, I might post some of my cosplays too! And I like travelling, cooking, sewing and singing!
Cottagecore/Academia vibes with a bit of gothic/witchy bits.
This space is queer friendly 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️ (I'm bisexual myself)!
"Kay, how many unfinished animatics do you have?" Uh, yes. And apparently this one is a year old, which... WHAT!? It doesn't feel like that, but considering it has Ayaka's old design, it makes sense. Anyways, this was supposed to be an "anime opening" for Beyond the Note, but honestly, I'll probably end up redoing most of it like with Everything Stays. Still, it was a lot of fun to work on and I do want to come back to it!
Welcome all OC enthusiasts! This entire August 2026 will be all about your OCs, or more specifically, the dynamics between them. Post your writing, art, or whichever medium you choose on Tumblr with the hashtag #ocdynamicsmonth26 and make sure to show some love to other participants as well! Your posts will be reblogged to this blog.
My asks are open for any questions & comments you might have! Please read the rules and prompt guide first!♡
Rules:
Original characters only! Fandom OCs are fine, but the characters within the dynamic must be OCs.
Make something (writing, visual art, some other creation) with a given prompt, then post it on Tumblr during OC Dynamics Month and use the hashtag #ocdynamicsmonth26. Interpret the prompts freely and include as many OCs within the dynamic as you wish!
You can post your work late, for example you can post your creation for Day 1 on Day 15 if you want! All I ask is that you don't post them early.
There are no strict rules for what content is allowed. However, I may choose not to reblog something if I feel that it goes against the spirit of the event (AI generated content, hateful content etc). Including content warnings for heavy topics is encouraged!
Event is over but you still want to do the prompts? No worries, keep working on the daily prompts or fill the bonus prompts if you wish! I'll keep reblogging posts for a while after the event is over.
Bonus rule: interact with at least one other creation for each piece you make yourself! Like, reblog, leave a reply, or even send the creator a message if you want - let’s spread the love! ♡
Prompt guide
Each main prompt contains a type of relationship and an adjective. You can fill a day's prompt in one of 3 ways (using the first prompt as an example): 1. use only the type of relationship → make a piece about ex-friends, 2. use only the adjective → make a piece about ocs with a powerful dynamic OR 3. use both → make a piece about ex-friends who have a powerful dynamic.
This year, the bonus prompts are dialogue prompts. You can combine or swap them with main prompts or just do them in addition to the main prompts! You can use the exact wording, tweak it to fit your piece, or simply use the dialogue to inspire your work without using it directly.
I keep seeing here on Tumblr the ADs of this app called Bump, and I really would like to have a couple words with the marketing team because until now I've seen depicted:
- People skiving off school
- People driving like crazy while playing on the mobile phone
- People stalking crushes
- People stalking exes who had them blocked everywhere else
And I'm like ??????????? Seriously?!!??? THIS is the kind of ads you feel the need to make to bring users to your stupid app??!?! You can't show blood in a an ad for pads but you can advertise actual infringements of the law?!?!?!? Ma fai sul serio!!???
Anyway, I've started to report the ads. I hope they burn in hell
You grow up thinking you're a bastard child because EVERYBODY knows that your "father" was such a fucking pedophile there's no way he had sex with your "mother" at the age she had you. This is a horrible position to be in, but you take some comfort in it as an adult because this means you aren't actually in the line of succession and thus should easily be able to get out of it once your "older brother" has an heir.
You find out you look EXACTLY like the previous emperor.
So now you have to contend with THAT fucking horrifying realization, and the multitude of things it means.
A) OH GOD NO
B) You are a walking traumatic trigger for A LOT of women in your life and around you by simply looking the way you do. (As if Jinshi didn't already have SEVERELY complicated feelings about his appearance. Yet one more reason to be happy about the facial scar.)
C) You are, in fact, actually in the line of succession.
But at least the original plan still works! As long as your brother doesn't die before he gets an heir to an old enough age, you should be fine!
You do not yet know that you are in fact the current emperor's oldest son and therefore the heir due to baby swap hijinks.
If this information becomes known not only to you but to LITERALLY anyone else, you will never be able to escape becoming the emperor. (You would rather die.)
Your real parents know. The woman you are madly in love with also if not outright knows, then deeply suspects it.
You do not know that your brother's staunch insistince on prepping you to rule is because of this. You think it is because the current heir is still an infant and thus could die at any time.
You do not know why losing Ah-duo feels like losing a mother other than the obvious age gap and care she has shown for you.
You do not know that part of the reason your love is so hot and cold with you and hesitant about being with you is because she doesn't want to become trapped at court with you if it gets out.
okay i know we normally do this with more pop-focused festivals but i wanna see how many metalheads are on this site: how many groups do you recognize?
Until he meets Yor Briar, Twilight has deliberately chosen never to let anyone see a crack in the carefully constructed facade he wears as a spy. He lives in isolation—thinking in private, feeling in private, breaking down in private. He has convinced himself that isolation is not only necessary—it's survival.
But Operation Strix demands something entirely different. To succeed, he has to convincingly become a devoted husband and loving father, and from the very beginning, that role begins to chip away at the walls he's spent years building. You can't be a truly present husband and father while keeping the people closest to you locked out. And no matter how skilled he is, no one can maintain a performance every waking moment.
That's where Yor becomes so important. Her kindness, patience, encouragement, quiet thoughtfulness, and endearing sincerity are the perfect antidote to the emotional fortress Twilight has built around himself. Little by little, she creates a space where the man behind the mask can finally begin to exist.
Twilight absolutely trusts his fellow agents with his life—but that's very different from trusting them with himself. They'll never see him unguarded, emotionally vulnerable, or genuinely struggling. Those parts of him remain carefully hidden behind the identity of "Twilight."
We see this repeatedly throughout the series. When Handler casually asks whether he enjoyed his vacation with his family, he immediately brushes the question aside, insisting he couldn't possibly have enjoyed himself at all—a response that earns nothing more than an amused smile from Handler, who seems to recognize the denial for what it is.
Even after Wheeler leaves him battered and barely conscious, Twilight instinctively slips back into the role of the stoic protector, focusing on taking care of Nightfall despite having been unconscious only moments before.
It's almost reflexive. No matter how exhausted, injured, or emotionally shaken he may be, Twilight's first instinct is always to put the mask back on. Competence is the only version of himself he allows his colleagues to see.
As Twilight learns to navigate life as both a husband and a father, it's Yor's quiet persistence and unwavering sincerity that begin to wear away the walls he's spent a lifetime constructing. Like a stream slowly smoothing stone, her kindness doesn't break through his defenses all at once—it patiently reshapes them until the man hidden behind the mask can finally begin to emerge.
The transformation is both gradual and surprisingly swift. No single moment changes him; instead, it's the accumulation of a thousand small choices—every word of encouragement, every act of trust, every quiet moment of acceptance—that invites Yor deeper into the parts of himself he's never allowed anyone else to see.
This is the beauty of their love story: it isn't defined by dramatic confessions, but by the countless quiet moments that allow two fiercely guarded people to become each other's home. Their romance is built on the safety to be vulnerable—the willingness to let the other care for them in ways neither had ever believed they deserved or even knew were possible.
It's this feeling of home—and the quiet gravity of Yor becoming his safe place—that stirs something in Twilight he hasn't felt since childhood. Ever since losing his mother, "home" has been less of a place than a memory. He's survived by convincing himself he doesn't need one.
But now, almost against his will, his heart is being drawn toward the very thing it's been missing all along: someone waiting for him at the end of the day, someone who sees him, cares for him, and offers him the kind of rest he's never known as an adult.
It's no wonder the lines between duty and desire begin to blur. The certainty he once relied on is giving way to something far more human. The result is complicated, messy, and wonderfully rewarding to watch unfold.
(I put some LN12 Chunks into Google Translate because I can't take more of Kevins butchering): Maomao is coming to understand her feelings. Chue's words...
...are an appeal for Maomao to follow her heart, even if she does not wish to be swept up by emotions.
The Reunion:
He tells her to shake him off then but she can't do it despite his hand not pinning her down. Miss Maomao when i getchu........
She does not know what to do with this degree of sacrifice and ambition - to marry her of all people? Why? (He should choose someone else, LN5. Why did that man choose a haggard husk of a woman with not much longer to live, and not one of the current reigning three princesses who deserves it?, LN2) She feels like, compared to him, beautiful cunning prince of a nation, she has little to give. She has nothing of this grandeur to sacrifice. There can be no tit for tat. She is nothing and no one. But in truth she knows what she wants, even if she cannot say it out loud just yet.
Also he kisses her forehead not her cheek. I'm getting my gun
Next up, on the Lookout:
She's a little nervous. She is not quite sure for how long she should hold his hand. She starts blurting things out <333
Don't worry Jinshi. She won't beat you at the game she's superior in this time. UNLESS YOU'D LIKE HER TO? (This reads as much more nervous to me than before. God.) It reads very: I'll do anything you order me to. anything. HAHA!
Otherwise, she would not have done it herself. This confused me so i checked a translation with furigana -
If she didn't like kissing she wouldn't do it, she would not have done it, and she would not keep doing it. But she cant voice that at the moment!!!! That she does not mind it !!!! She has heard Chue's words, keeps recalling them anytime she is in front of JInshi - for whom she has not allowed herself to have emotions for, and she is working towards realizing what Chue said. Of course she has not internalized Chue's words yet, but. All in due time.
So I just simultaneously did, and possibly didn't lose my job today :)
Very much did in the sense that I literally do not know where my job is at the moment. But, for the time being I haven't been let go because nobody else including the store owner knows where it is either.
So, I don't wanna risk doxxing myself by posting pictures but goddamn am I tempted because this is not a believable event. This is a cartoon problem. For looneytoons.
But yeah, so, I work(ed?) at a kiosk selling boba tea, right? Freestanding kiosk in the mall with full water and electrical hookups and multiple fridges and sinks and a mini kitchen and the works. Fully functional tea shop. Very important to note that it was there last night, The work chat was discussing another issue last night at closing time. I'll get back to this.
It's been showing signs of being on the way out with how business is being handled lately and I've been considering other options, which is probably why I'm not as torn up about this as I should be, but maybe it just hasn't set in yet, but that's not the point. The point is there's been a lot of shit breaking and not being replaced and nobody mentioning anything about it until I walk into work in the morning and have to figure out why shit like the fucking cash register isn't there today. So I'm kinda used to having to ask questions about big things that nobody bothered to update me on. I was out for two weeks recovering from a surgery, so I came to work this morning assuming there'd be some kind of bullshit, yeah?
So, the question I had to ask the chat this morning was:
Not a text I ever thought I'd have to send in sincerity, but there it is. Because what I found instead was a fenced off patch of discolored tiles and a few holes in the floor where my entire place of employment used to be.
And the answer? Nobody knows! It was there last night when the mall closed, and every single trace of the structure and all its contents including drink making supplies and our safe and cashbox was gone when it opened again. And when I say nobody knows, I mean everyone from last night's closers to the actual (former?) owner of the store jad no fucking clue about this until getting that text from me this morning. For once I am actually the first to know. 🎉.
So. I guess I didn't so much lose my job as had it stolen. Not by AI, but good old fashioned hands-on human beings picking it up and carrying it away somehow. All mall security would tell me was that they were instructed not to tell me anything and have us contact our management. Who also don't know anything. And later on I came across some construction workers around the gravesite of the kiosk discussing filling in the holes, asked them about it, and was told that they "weren't at liberty to say".
So, not only is my job gone in the most literal physical sense of the word, but it was taken in some kind of super secret kiosk extraction in the dead of night without any warning or witnesses and nobody is allowed to speak of it. The store owner said she was gonna figure it out 10 hours ago and still no word back.
I don't know what else to say aside from I've been laughing all day and I'm gonna have a hell of a time explaining Schrodinger's Unemployment to the benefits office.
Update that is not an update because I'm basically certain this isn't what actually happened:
My mother in law thinks the FBI took it.
Not any of the other stores around the state. Just the one little kiosk.
Why? Because she loves a conspiracy and is just a little bit extra.
Also because she was around for the massive crackdown on Yakuza-owned businesses in Waikiki (in her homestate) that did actually involve the FBI seizing stores (no confirmation of making kiosks cleanly disappear in the middle of the night though).
Still no word from my job on what's actually going on, but the most likely theory so far is that maybe the kiosk was on lease and got repossessed? The mystery continues
(also shout out to the person who proposed Carmen Sandiego)
According to the owner, based on what she's been able to find out, the kiosk was not removed legally and they're starting a potentially long process of legal action. I hope she gets to sue the shit out of whoever did it but for now at least I know for sure I'm unemployed.
Really hoping for more details in terms of who/why/how, so I'll keep updating if I learn anything.
For now the summary is: An unnamed entity that is most likely mall management (on account of mall security cooperating with them) stole an entire kiosk and all the contents including money and machinery with barely a trace in the middle of the night grinch-style, with zero warning or explanation, and ensured the silence of both security and the construction crew, in an action that was definitely preplanned and illegal, and as far as I know nobody knows its whereabouts.
So now I'm officially out of a job. Because my workplace was literally stolen in the night.
Actually fuck it let's share some photos cause I wouldn't be inclined to believe this myself. It's not like anyone can stalk me at my job now and I'm not gonna have to see any coworkers that might find my tumblr.
Enjoy the unintentionally funniest text I've ever sent in my life
Aaand a close-up:
The last remains of a once Very Much Solid And Immobile Workplace
I often think about my trajectory as an OC writer and there was time where I wouldn't add much change to the canon plot, but just put my OC there and have them either steal someone's spotlight or fade in the background, and I do wonder why I did that. what was the point of a retelling with such OC? I'm not exploring new scenarios, new paths, new nothing. if not a bit of romance, but still restricted by the canon confines. and I think it was because in my mind, the closer to canon the story and the character are and the better I can fit the OC in that narrow picture, then the more canon the whole dynamic feels. and of course, who doesn't want that feeling of authenticity, as if your OC was the missing piece all along that the author simply forgot or wasn't brave or brilliant enough to add? I still understand the appeal of that, but now it feels very limiting to both the OCs and CCs. it is not letting the CCs live different event or the same events but differently. they are just performing the same things over and over and over again. doesn't that get tiring after a bit? and it's using the OCs to fill a perceived gap instead of creating a fully realised person that isn't too big for the role they are meant to embody in the story, but just right, because they are creating that space for them and that's their story too now. they are allowed to influence it.
