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VioletWoodnymph

@violetwoodnymph / violetwoodnymph.tumblr.com

I hate to put this on my profile but stop asking me for donations. I'm getting sick of it. If I donate to one, I have to donate to all of them, and I cannot afford to do so. I'm paying my own tuiton, and I'm living with my parents because I literally cannot afford to move out. At this point I'm blocking the anons who send me them. Please stop. I understand that you really need the support, but I literally cannot afford to provide it.

Hiya! Violet here!

(Blinkies at the bottom)

About me:

She/They, fan of many things, including Hermitcraft and Stardew Valley. I'm a semi-active writer in the HC fandom, and love to play Minecraft and listen to music in my spare time.

My Writing:

AO3 Account
Wattpad Account (rather inactive for now)
Writing Sideblog I Barely Use

Blog Tags:

Violet Rambles -> Talking a lot on a post

Violet Rambles in the Tags -> Talking a lot in the tags

Various Hermitchat Quotes -> Haven't used in a while

I tend to be a serial reblogger, so very little of my blog is original posts. I usually reblog from a majority of Hermitblr blogs, with some other assorted stuff mixed in such as Stardew Valley or random cat pictures.

Last Notes:

Feel free to chat via asks! A big part of Tumblr culture that has been slowly disappearing is asks. I see ask games pretty often, but with the exception of bigger blogs, not many users can enjoy them because so few people send asks.

I will likely be changing my username soon, for the first time in 4 years since I made this blog! So, for anyone following me that doesn't recognize me after I do, my original is LunaStarSeeker.

Out of curiosity rb and put in the tags how many fics come up when you type your last name into ao3. Apparently even though my last name is uncommon there's like 500

Fake rare last name havers when real ones come at them LOL

ELEVEN

ELEVEN FICS WITH MY LAST NAME

AHAHAHAHHA

Does anyone have a screenshot of a blog-view with a pinned post like below as well as regular reblogs in blog-view (content doesn't matter)

If you happen to have a pinned post in blog-view WITH timestamps turned on, that would be the most helpful - but if not, I'll have to come up with something

I lost the page that hadn't updated yet and blog view is the only screenshots I apparently don't have to compare alignment

As an update on OTD - It's nearly there! I have Drafts & Queue (should be quick) as well as the timestamps left and I'm working on finishing Blog/Post-view

Everyone say thank you Wayback Machine

unfortunately wayback machine doesn't let you log in so I cant show timestamps, but this is a capture from back in January, so hopefully it's recent enough without having the update. Luckily people captured this blog a lot, so you can see it as far back as 2022.

'dating rules' are so fucking stupid btw. "don't talk too much about your hyperfixation on a first date, it'll scare them off!!" it'll only scare them off if they're a coward. Someone worthy of my affections will listen to me talk about my goal of visiting every whale exhibit with a life-sized effigy of a whale in it in the world for a solid half-hour and come away from that experience desiring me carnally.

One time I went on a date with a guy who stared at me with raised eyebrows while I told him about my plan to go to ComicCon as Daphne Blake, and then he scoffed and said it was weird for me to be so into Scooby Doo at the age of 19. Last year I told my boyfriend (before he was my boyfriend) that next time I got ComicCon tickets I wanted to go as Rapunzel, and he gasped and said "NO WAY I WANTED TO GO AS FLYNN RIDER". So, like, not only is talking about your hyperfixations on an early date a good way to learn quickly if someone is going to treat your whole personality with respect or not, you might also find a kindred spirit.

This doesn't just apply to dating btw. Any platonic acquaintance who acts like you're cringe for having a lot of enthusiasm about something is not someone you want in your life. The people who matter will do things that you want to do with you because they love you and like when you are happy. Case in point I could not have paid my high school official-best-friend to spend four and a half hours in London's Natural History Museum taking photos in the whale gallery but my adulthood best friend agreed in a heartbeat despite knowing the bare minimum about whales.

So yeah. Be openly enthusiastic about the things you love and the right people will love you for it.

Recently my bestie listened to me infodump about kirby for a full fifteen minuets all because we were in the mall and walked by a shop and I saw this exact stupid idiot:

and I ran up to it and pointed at it and said "YOU" with such disdain that my bestie wanted to know why.

This ended up in them knowing the full lore of the beam attack meme and me naming every kirby related plush in the store including the kirby copy abilities ones.

They don't know a thing about kirby. They don't care about kirby. and yet, they listened to me so eagerly as if they were gonna get quizzed on it.

This is the only friend I have that has lasted longer than three years, and I've know them for ELEVEN. They've moved twice, I've moved once, we've both changed wildly and our interests are mostly different, and yet we are still besties. I wonder why.

A friend has once again brought it to my attention that it is unusual to have an intact chronological memory of life prior to age 12 and you know what’s weird to ME is that the rest of yall forgot how to sing the clean-up song

Other shit:

  1. The crotch-and-chin destroying hell of a toddler’s carseat
  2. How fucking scary stairs are when you JUST figured out walking. “You can stand up” nah fuck that these steps go up to my knees and I’m top-heavy I’m gonna scoot down on my ass thank you
  3. Walking alongside fucking giants whose legs are bigger than your whole fucking body and trying to keep up
  4. Not knowing how to blow your nose and everyone expecting you to just figure it out by holding a tissue and saying “blow” like WHAT DO YOU MEAN CLOSE MY THROAT? Just an absolute snot waterboarding
  5. People describing how to make sounds with your mouth but you can’t see inside their mouth when they do it so you kind of just guess over and over while they tell you you still don’t got it
  6. Not having a full grasp of language but fully understanding CONCEPTS so you say shit like “are we going to the park later?” When you mean TOMORROW but all you can come up with is shit like “the next time we have lunch, not today but after today, after that” like a fucked up game of verbal post-brain injury Pictionary where people won’t let you get mad about it
  7. Just. Mucus. Mucus and chapped skin, all the time, chin and upper lip. And you’re not supposed to lick it cause the spit is the PROBLEM but it’s fucking OBNOXIOUS. “Just keep the skin dry” wow thanks I’ve been aware of this mechsuit for about ten minutes and still haven’t fully mastered not falling into the toilet but yeah I know how to stay on top of that, cool
  8. FALLING INTO THE TOILET
  9. Trying to eat at a table where the surface comes up to your chin but not being able to get high or close enough cause you can’t scoot your chair in and your hands still don’t coordinate good so you end up just spooning tomato sauce onto your lap like an asshole. Like yeah mom my bad, have you considered though that I ALSO don’t want me to be covered in sauce? Cool
  10. Adults being WAY too excited about shit that straight up is not worth the hype
  11. Carpet burn. Constant carpet burn. Crawling, tripping, shuffling between toys on the floor. So much goddamn carpet burn
  12. Knowing exactly what you’re talking about and zero people understanding because they think you’re too dumb for what you’re trying to communicate
  13. Being told to wave at or hug complete strangers. And they always smelled kinda weird but you weren’t supposed to say it
  14. The feeling of meeting an older kid and they act like they’re your manager or something
  15. Encyclopedic knowledge and name of every single person in your grade 1 class, and their interests
  16. Stroller rides. You could zone out at the ground for hours I swear to god
  17. Dropping something while buckled into a carseat or stroller and not being able to get it and just resigning yourself to a life in hell
  18. Dropping something while you’re in a carseat and it goes UNDER YOUR ASS and you can’t fucking GET IT
  19. Other children getting away with just absolute war crimes. Imagine if Sharon showed up to the office potluck and offered you a cookie and after you ate one revealed that she licked it. Imagine if Gord took your stapler and put it down his pants so you couldn’t get it back. Imagine if for no reason at all your coworker told you your dad was stupid and then put your laptop in the garbage
  20. Not remembering what different foods are called and getting pressured into agreeing to food you were NOT FULLY AWARE OF. How the FUCK is a chicken wing different from a chicken strip you ask? “Well, one just has a bone in it!” You fool. You fucking idiot. They might as well be from different animals entirely. But now you gotta eat it cause we don’t waste food (hell)

Yes I’ve talked about this before and yes I’m going to talk about it again because every single person on earth should be fully and viscerally aware that being a kid feels like every description I’ve ever read of recovering from a stroke and we all grow up and forget and talk about childhood like it was magic.

Yeah some of it was fun and all but don’t you remember FALLING DOWN CONSTANTLY? You don’t remember needing help putting a shirt on cause you got your arm stuck and couldn’t get out and panicked so bad you started crying? You DON’T remember being just CONSTANTLY STICKY? Ohhh my good, pissing yourself. Pissing yourself was the worst. Christ alive, and being put in the playpen with a weird kid

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