I’m Always Like “i Can’t Write For Ohshc Anymore, My Brain Demons Will Get Me”

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I am shaking with rage.

After my many unpleasant encounters with women these past few days (anon hate, mother being a pest) I updated my DNI to include women. I take my DNI very seriously and expect people offline to respect my boundaries as well. Naturally, the females in real life have been making this Incredibly. Fucking. Difficult. Fine, I will simply find more Males and Non Binaries to follow on tumblr and continue blogging in my female-free space to avoid their complaining and their feminism. I begin to scroll through the blogs of people I am following to see if the people they reblog from are not pesky women, so that I may follow those people as well.

When lo and behold, I see an intruiging post on one such blog about vultures (death and all things related to it captivate my twisted mind). I see it was reblogged from someone who, in their description, refers to themselves as a "Mr. Strange." I am delighted to find a male, and even more delighted to find someone with a strange and dark mind similar to my own. I scroll for a bit and. What's this? A screenshot with a youtube channel, the same name as this tumblr user.

The screenshot contains a Woman, but I assume this to be a guest on Mr. Strange's channel, at best. Certainly not a fellow host, and certainly not Mr. Strange himself.

I venture to the Youtube Channel. The female is on every thumbnail. My hands close into fists. Right before I fly into a rage, I remember a crucial piece of information: The Transgenders! This is clearly just a Transgender Male who dresses in a feminine manner. Why else would this person go by Mr. Strange? I smile to myself, relieved. I'm sorry, Mr. Strange for mistaking you for a female.

I was mistaken. After many confusing videos and video titles, I realize that Mr. Strange is not their name. It is a joke. A mockery of us men. I have been unknowinly watching. A woman. For hours. I am so enraged, and I am lucky that my boyfriends (K and J) are here to calm me down or I would go dark mode fucking permanently. Men, be warned: the woman's account is Strange Aeons. If you see a "Mr. Strange," remind yourself: A WOMAN.

Experimenting with layers, colour and brushes, featuring Br’aad!!!

Jrwi got me again it’s all i think about

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new chapter of the orphanage au is up in honor of me escaping containment in finals

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Just Roll With It: "Required Reading"

The document has been compiled! A list of every fic I could think of, alongside ones that were submitted, to be added to a list of "required reading", aka the cream of the JRWI-fanfiction-crop :D

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-JRWI Required Reading-

Hello! Welcome to the document :) these fics are organized from shortest to longest, and I have provided their summaries directly quoted fro

Fics are organized from shortest to longest, with summaries provided :) if at any point you want more to be added, let me know! I'd be happy to add more whenever you'd like :D

Any authors who have their work featured here, if you want me to take it down or unlink your profile and/or tumblr account, let me know :) I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable or step over boundaries, so if you want your work taken off the list please let me know and I'll do it, no questions asked

a parcel is set outside your bedroom door while you’re asleep. you live alone. nobody could have placed it there. confused, cautious, you open it. inside, a single jagged scrap of paper reads “bra’ad/ugarth teen romance fix-it fic, accidental magic, physical hurt/comfort, thieves guild au, background kathnan.” as soon as you unfold it and read the words, it explodes like a magician’s flashpaper.

a piece of paper labeled “bra’ad/ugarth teen romance fix-it fic” slides under your door. it turns to ash in your hands.

writing about dnd characters is just about writing an idealized version of yourself getting emotional closure and feeling secure in their place in life. that’s why it’s fantasy writing.