Finally, My Suffering Is Over!!

A guide to designing wheelchair using characters!

I hope this helps anyone who's trying to design their oc using a wheelchair, it's not a complete guide but I tried my best! deffo do more research if you're writing them as a character

OP I’m so sorry to say this after such a cute post, but their ship name is Alcoholics Anonymous.

Qrow and Willow as a ship, whether it’s romantic or platonic is so good bc from whats told through the animatic, they seem to be supporting each other as they’re both recovering alcoholics who’ve both lost their child during the fall of atlas (and don’t come for me about the semantics of Yang and Ruby being his nieces okay he loves those girls like they’re his own). And ofc even though there was no love between Willow and jackass schnee, she does have other stuff to worry about then bring thrust into another relationship immediately after the events of volume 8.

But like, qrow/willow is also really funny as a romantic ship in the context of their families. In regards to the timeline it was like two years ago that winter was fighting this drunkard at her little sisters school, got reprimanded by her boss bc of it and kicked out of the meeting with ozpin, Glynda, qrow, and ironwood.

And then there’s the whole thing that if they got married then Weiss would be cousins with Yang and Ruby, who is already on track to be sister in laws with Blake, and qrow would be winters stepdad as well.

This also that means that Weiss’ introduction to her aunt was from raven kidnapping her and going to hold her for ransom back to her family

So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????

I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.

Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?

look i would LOVE to fall asleep but sadly my brain is still waiting for Tonight’s Fantasy Scenario so i can spend 60-90 minutes daydreaming quietly in the dark while waiting for the gaping abyss of sleep to swallow me whole, i have a ROUTINE

Caves are weirder and more varied than you think

So I have this AU idea from demon slayer and I thought I might as well put the idea on the internet even if I never actually write it. It is a female OC x Shinobu type story. No, I do not have a name for her yet. The OC is a historian from the modern era, who has dedicated her research on the stories of demons during 1920s Japan. She became interested because her great grandmother was a kakushi before Muzan was defeated, and told many stories about demons. I wouldn’t say she fully believed in the existence of demons, but she definitely saw them as a possibility. She’s the kind of person that would not rule out any option, no matter how crazy some may be.

So she starts doing some really in depth research so she actually has a decent understanding of how everything about that era works. I like to think she actually can do total concentrated breathing around the clock because she found some scrolls about it and decided to see if the technique actually works by using herself as a test subject. I also like to think that one of her resources is Mitsuri’s diary.

Anyways she goes on a lot of expeditions in order to find more evidence and resources on the topic, and on one of these expeditions she finds some sort of relic or something that sends her in the past. Eventually she finds herself at the demon slayer corps and her relationship with Shinobu grows overtime. Also she would help them bet Muzan. 

I don’t usually write this type of stuff, but let me know if you guys would actually be interested in any of this. I might not create a whole story, but I would probably post headcannons, one shots, and art to elaborate more on areas that you guys might be curious about. Of course if anyone would ever want to write an entire fic based in this prompt then they are more than welcome to. Just let me know so that I can read whatever masterpiece you make.

Edit: I actually made it! Here’s the link to the prologue.

some of my favourite sign fails <3

I was once in this old English play called Emma in high school. There is this one scene where two characters are on a carriage with one guy pulling them around. Well someone in the crew didn’t move one of the chairs from the previous scene. So the guy pulling the carriage is trying to make his way around the stage while trying the avoid the chair left in the middle of the stage. It became known as the phantom chair.

In the same play on our last show everyone decided that we had nothing left to lose and improvised everything to hell and back. I was playing a larger than life character called Mrs Elton. In one scene I take the beloved chair of the main character’s father. The thing is the guy who plays the father is one of the funniest theatre people I know. So when I took his seat he proceeded to try and fight me. My best friend playing a different character is holding this man back. So the audience is seeing an old man kicking and punching air being held by another dude while the woman who took his seat is completely unaware. The audience was losing it with laughter, and it was taking all my self control to not look behind me or laugh.

But I think the funniest interaction I ever had for this show was offstage. The guy who played my husband was this extremely bulky and muscular football player. While backstage he told me “I’m warning you now that most girls tend to fall in love with me.” My response? “You don’t have to worry about that I’m a lesbian.” His face immediately lit up and he said “Oh! Okay!” I think that actually helped us act like a husband and wife because he didn’t need to worry about me reading into him being very extravagant while being my “husband.”

Apparently my director went to see a production of West Side Story a few years ago, and the guy playing Chino forgot his gun before coming out for his final scene. Once it got to the big scene where he is supposed to shoot Tony, he screeched “Poison Boots” and kicked the actor playing Tony until he went down. The girl playing Maria then had to jerk the shoe off of Chino’s foot, and had to do the gunshot scene asking “How many kicks Chino? How many kicks, and one kick left for me”. 

“Robert Pattinson showed up with iPhone voice recordings and had already nailed the voice for ‘THE BOY AND THE HERON’ before recording started. It was his first ever voice role and he finished in 2 days.” (source)

Historian Butterfly AU: Prologue

Shinobu x Female OC

Chapter 1

“There were demons when I was a little girl.”

“Really Gran Gran?” A 5 year old girl looked at her great grandmother with wide blue eyes.

Her grandmother gave a dry chuckle in response as she combed her granddaughter’s hair. “Yes really. They would roam around at night and attack any humans in sight. The more people they devoured the stronger they became. They would be able to transform their bodies and some even used strange spells. I encountered them many times in my youth.”

The little girl tilted her head. “Is that why you always stay in the house when it’s night?”

“Yes, but only out of habit. Demons stopped existing long ago.”

“Why?”

“The same reason why the demons did not wipe us all out in the first place, the demon slayers. They dedicated themselves to fightifor the future of humanity. They would fight with strength beyond what humans were capable of.”

“Were you a demon slayer Gran Gran?”

The grandmother let out a hearty laugh in response. “No my dear. Even when your Gran Gran was young and chipper I lacked the strength and skill to become one. I instead chose to support the slayers on the sidelines as a kakushi. I tended to the wounded and helped with the clean up after battles.” The grandmother paused for a moment. “The Hashira on the other hand were the strongest of the strong. They could kill a demon with seemingly little effort. It’s because of their sacrifice that we are able to live peacefully today.”

“Are you filling Fukuro’s head with your stories again grandma?”

Both people looked up to see a young woman standing in the doorway.

“It’s history Yua.”

Fukuro’s eyes lit up. “Mom!” she exclaimed as she excitedly ran over to the woman, and hugged her legs.

Yua gave her daughter a smile as she lifted Fukuro up into her arms, which she was given a squeal in response. “There’s my curious little bird. Did you enjoy your Gran Gran’s stories?”

Fukuro gave her mother a bright smile. “Yep! She was telling all about the demons and demon slayers!”

Yua let out a sigh as she looked at her grandmother. “Those stories are a bit violent for a 5 year old, don’t you think grandma?”

“I'm not as young as I used to be, Yua. I don’t have much time left and Fukuro needs to learn some stories before I pass on. No offense to you or the rest of the family, but I know none of you were ever able to get the details right.” The grandmother said with a sparkle of amusement in her eyes.

Yua let out a little huff and pouted. “I still don’t understand why it’s so important for me to say flame instead of fire,” she muttered. She looked back at her daughter. “Now say goodbye to Gran Gran, Fukuro.”

“But mom, Gran Gran was about to tell me about the Hashiras! Can’t we stay a little longer? Please!” Fukuro whined, giving her mother the puppy dog eyes.

“Fukuro your Gran Gran needs to rest, and we need to get home so that I can make dinner before your father gets home tonight,” Yua said with an apologetic look on her face.

“Oh come now Yua, I can stay awake a little longer. It’s not like I’m out of this bed much any more! Besides you don’t live far and Hiroshi still has work for another 2 hours. Even if you don’t finish cooking by the time he gets home he wouldn’t mind. He’s always been a very patient man.”

“I don’t know…” Yua trailed off as she looked at her daughter’s pleading face again. She let out a sigh of defeat. “Alright, we can stay, just stop giving me that look,” she said as she gave Fukuro a playful glare, who let out a cheer. “But only one story, okay? Then we really need to get going,” she said as she walked over to her grandmother’s bedside and sat down on a chair with Fukuro in her lap. “I spoil you way too much,” she muttered as she tickled Fukuro’s stomach, who replied with a loud squeal and laugh.

The grandmother laughed at her granddaughter’s antics. “Of course Yua, of course. Now which Hashira do you want me to tell you about?”

Fukuro looked confused and looked at her mom, who let out a hum as she thought for a moment. “How about the one with the butterflies? I haven’t heard that one in a while.”

Fukuro tilted her head and looked at her grandmother. “Butterflies?”

“Ah yes! The Insect Hashira. I have the perfect story for that one. Back when I was just a teenager there I was assigned to a small village in the countryside…”

Fukuro listened attentively to her Gran Gran’s story with fascination. She was young, but she understood that many people believed that her Gran Gran was not well. But she told her stories with such detail, and they were so complex. All Fukuro knew was that she would love to listen to these stories forever.

***

Fukuro was climbing over some debris as she walked through the ruins of what seemed to be an old headquarters, base or at least a place that housed a lot of people. She was a lot older now, about 21 years old. Her long hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail and she had grown quite tall. She was wearing black cargo pants with a light brown button up coat so long that it could pass as a short dress. Her white collared shirt could barely be seen and she wore brown combat boots. Fukuro also had a large backpack on her.

A young man was also accompanying her. He was taller than Fukuro and wore a very similar outfit to her. “Are you sure you know where we are going Hitomi? We have been walking for a while?” he asked.

Currently her face was glued to a notebook as she adjusted the glasses on her face. “Don’t worry Kenta, this isn’t my first time here. According to these notes there should be some sort of room that housed the supposed king of this estate. It’s strange that I couldn’t find a single map of where anything is though. Especially since this place is so huge.

“That’s exactly why I’m worried. This place is a maze! We could get lost if we’re not careful,” Kenta said.

The ruins were very large and varied. Honestly, how little knowledge there was on a place this big was astonishing. It was almost as if no one knew it existed or that it appeared out of nowhere.

“How are you even a historian with that attitude? We research the unknown of the past. You can’t do that without risks,” Fukuro teased.

“There is nothing wrong with being cautious!” Kenta said with a pout.

Fukuro laughed before her mind wandered elsewhere. “Maybe I’ll find some old scrolls or books this time. Or maybe some of those swords I have read so much about. I might even find something that can help prove the existence of demons. Oh! Just thinking about it makes me so excited!” Fukuro said with a squeal.

“I will never understand your obsession with the possibility of demons. Those are probably just some old folk tales so that children wouldn’t stay out after dark.”

“I know, I know, but there is so much mystery surrounding them though. Even if demons aren’t real there are so many answered questions. Like what made Fujikasane Mountain and Natagumo Mountain so deadly? And what was the cause for the sudden decrease in the places’ death rates? It used to be that in both mountains more than 80% of the people who would enter would never come back. But in the late 1920s the deaths in that area just stopped. People even started inhabiting those areas with great success. Or what about-“

Fukuro was cut off as Kenta grabbed her collar and stopped her from walking straight into one of the more intact buildings.

“You’re rambling again. You haven’t been this far before right? So be careful,” he said.

Although it was not Fukuro’s first time here, the place always managed to get more dangerous the further she went. While she did not mind a little danger the thought of ruining whatever artifact she managed to find was enough to make her back out.

“You’re right, thanks Kenta. Time to put the book away. I don’t want to get hurt after all,” Fukuro said as she put the notebook in her bag. “Now come on, let’s check out this place!”

The building was very large so the two historians decided to split up. They still stayed a close enough distance to each other so that they wouldn’t get lost. While searching through one of the rooms Fukuro ended up finding some really old pieces of fabric that might have once acted as rope.

“Hey Kenta! Look what I fou-AAHH!” Fukuro’s foot ended up going through the floor, but instead of finding dirt there was just air. She only had a few seconds to process that before her entire body went through and she tumbled deep underground. “Ow, ow, ow.”

After a few minutes a light came from the hole above and Kenta’s voice rang through the area. “Hitomi! Are you okay?”

Fukuro shakily got up as she dusted herself off. “I’m fine! Just a little bruised. It seems like there is an entire part of this building that is underground!”

“Do you see a way out?”

Fukuro looked around, but it looked like she was stuck in this one room. “No!”

“Gosh darn it- Okay, I’m going to call Zoey okay? She specializes in these kinds of rescues so you should be fine! Just don’t move or do anything that will cause the place to collapse.”

“I won’t!”

After a few minutes Fukuro started to get bored so she turned on her flashlight. The structure seemed stable enough that it wouldn’t collapse so long as she didn’t mess with the walls. There really wasn’t much to the room. Years of being underground really took a toll on it. But Fukuro did see a really old biwa in the corner.

“How did a room like this even get here?” Fukuro muttered as she picked up the biwa and examined it. It was not in the greatest condition. A lot of the wood was chipped and some of the strings were broken. “I wonder if this thing still works,” she muttered as she plucked one of the strings.

Suddenly the whole place began to shake. The sounds of the biwa could be heard echoing around the room despite Fukuro having dropped the instrument out of surprise and fright.

“Oh Lord- Kenta where are you? Something’s happening!” Fukuro screamed as she started to glow. Suddenly Fukuro’s vision was filled with a bright light before everything went black.

***

I actually decided to write it. I don’t know if I’ll ever finish it, but I thought I might as well get started. Don’t be afraid to give questions, headcannon, or prompt requests related to this because there is so much I can talk about that won’t be in this story. Thank you to @shinobusupremecy for giving me encouragement. It’s all because of you that this is on the internet now. Hopefully I can incorporate some actual demon slayer stuff in the first chapter. Btw my OC’s name is Fukuro Hitomi.