#funny brain tricks

[writingdevil]

Uh, hi! I haven't read much of your writing, but from the little I've read, it's really good!!! Like, "actually made me cry" levels of good. Especially, the way you characterize opportunist, it feels different from canon, and yet it remains accurate at the same time? Idk how to explain...

Also, I don't know how to properly transition to the request without sounding like an entitled asshole but I had a shower thought about the hunted and the thorn being distrustful because of how the other reminds them of their huntress and betrayer respectively. Only to realize how that distrust is unreasonable and than hunted teaches thorn how to patch up her wounds and thorn teaching hunted little nasty (but harmless!) tricks because of their new found friendship & my brain became obsessed with it. I think it would be really nice of you to write my dumb little idea. This whole thing probably borders on unreadable but I dearly hope you at least enjoyed reading this!!

(I'm happy that my writing is good, and I hope it was happy tears you cried. Also don't worry-you don't sound entitled at all! I like the amount of detail you put into the request, it gives me more to work with. I think Hunted and Thorn are a really interesting pair and I can absolutely see them slowly warming up to each other. This request isn't dumb at all and I really hope you enjoy this!)

The first time they met, Hunted was sure she was going to eat him.

He had been out patrolling the woods around their house, when he heard the snap of a twig, and he whirled around, only to find nothing there.

Nothing but a scent.

It smelled of dirt and roses, an all around earthy smell, but with a hint of something metallic buried underneath it all-but it was there, and Hunted knew that it was blood.

He kept his body low, primed for taking off in case something jumped out at him. He couldn't see anything but he knew someone was watching him, eying him up as a meal.

He waited for a minute or two, ears straining to hear the danger-and then he saw a flash of white to the right of him.

Hunted growled, spinning around and baring his teeth at the stranger-until they stood up to their full height from behind a bush- and Hunted recognised her as Thorn.

She glared at him, clutching the ends of her dirtied and torn dress, tail flicking wildly behind her. Hunted studied her up and down, looking for any potential weapons she may have on her.

But all he saw was thorns tangled in her hair, and cuts littering her arms, droplets of blood trickling out of some of them, which would explain the whiff of blood that Hunted caught.

They stared at each other, neither one willing to strike first. Hunted didn't want to hurt her, but if she attacked first, he would have no choice. The thorns may pose a problem, but Hunted believed that he could grit his teeth and bare it. After all, he's suffered worse.

"Hello."

But he wasn't expecting that.

Thorn regarded him with a wary, guarded look, her eyes scanning him up and down, the same way he had done to her.

Hunted gulped, watching as she took another step forward out of the bushes, not getting closer but also not attacking like he thought she would.

He forced himself to remain in the same spot as he replied, "Hello. What are you doing out here?"

"I like walking through the forest," she confessed in a defensive tone, as if she could hear his judgement. "What about you?"

"Patrolling," he replied curtly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Making sure there are no threats around."

Thorn stopped, then gave him a curious look. "Do I count as a threat?" Against his better judgement, Hunted's gaze flicked to her tail for a split second, before he looked back at her face and said, "I don't know yet."

Then, Thorn's eyes hardened into a glare, and she clenched her fistfuls of her dress in anger.

"You're lying," she declared, and although she still hadn't moved, Hunted tensed up, ready to pounce and retreat at a moment's notice.

"I can tell when someone's lying. I remember when you lied in the cabin."

"We never personally met in the cabin."

"No, but you're like him, I know you are," she accused, and her tail started to flick more aggressively with her rage, and Hunted tried his best to hide his flinch at every thump it made against the ground.

"You won't trick me with your lies this time."

"You're talking about Opportunist," Hunted said, and he saw the way Thorn winced at his name, and he honestly couldn't blame her for that.

"All you birdies look so similar," she quietly said, her gaze shifting down to her arms, fresh cuts mixed amongst old scars, her skin a worn path of hardship and betrayal. "I can't look at you without being reminded of him."

"I know you're lying," Thorn repeated, "and I'd rather not do this song and dance again, so tell me why you look ready to attack me."

"Not attack-run away," he clarified, but Thorn's glare only grew more harsh, and Hunted just kept waiting for the moment she decided to strike, because it was coming-he could feel it.

"No," she shook her head. "You wouldn't run away, you're waiting for me to turn around so that you can stab me-" but then her fangs suddenly flashed in the light, and Hunted couldn't help the full body flinch he let out.

Thorn froze, blinking in surprise for a second, and the anger went away, but then something more-resigned took over her face.

Her shoulders slumped and she let go of her dress. "I remind you of Beast," she said, and it felt like the woods was making her words echo louder than Hunted would have liked.

He didn't respond to her statement, even if she was secretly right. But the way his eyes kept drifting back to her tail every so often was all the evidence she needed, and Thorn sighed.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your patrol," she softly said, her head bowed, and Hunted couldn't help but wince at the state of her wild and knotted hair, and he wondered how much pain she truly was in.

A pang of guilt went through Hunted at that moment, but why? Neither of them could help how the other perceived them. Hunted couldn't help but be reminded of Beast, everytime he saw a flash of those fangs that he still remembers tearing into his skin.

It wasn't his fault if he reminded Thorn of her betrayer, no matter how different they may act. They couldn't help but make the other fear them, so the best thing to do was to keep their distance, right?

That's what Hunted thought, but the face Thorn made as she turned around and walked off- a hand rubbing her slashed arm- made him reconsider, especially as he saw how tired and bitter she looked.

-

The second time they met, Hunted wasn't sure what he was doing.

All he knew was that something in him wanted to prove Thorn wrong, that she didn't need to be scared of him. He wasn't sure why he wanted or even needed to prove it, but he was determined to.

So a few days later, Hunted walked the same path he had last time- this time with supplies-and being as quiet as he possibly could as to not alert Thorn.

But judging from the humming he heard, maybe stealth wasn't as required as he thought.

He stopped, taking a moment to enjoy the sound of Thorn's voice, unguarded and at peace, before he walked out into the clearing.

Thorn was sitting on the ground, gathering flowers into her hands as she sang a tune to herself, a soft smile on her face-

-a smile that was instantly wiped away once she saw Hunted.

"What do you want?" she asked cautiously, and Hunted took a step closer and held out his small bundle, then set it on the ground in front of him.

"It's for you," he explained, keeping his hands in front of him so she wouldn't think he was planning something. "It's for your injuries."

Thorn didn't move to pick the bundle up, instead clutching her newly made bouquet closer to her chest, tail idly swishing behind her.

They sat in tense silence for a few seconds, seconds that Hunted tried not to look at her tail, when Thorn eventually reached her hand out, slowly taking the bundle and dragging it towards her, never taking her eyes off Hunted.

She briefly broke eye contact as she opened the bundle and glanced inside, and pure surprise flashed on her face, before she looked back up at him.

"Why did you bring me these things? I thought you didn't trust me."

Hunted let his gaze drift down to her arms, at how skinny and frail they looked, and said, "I was-afraid of you, but I don't want to be. I shouldn't be afraid of you over something you can't help. That's not a good way to live, not a good way to trust others."

Thorn seemed surprised at the word trust, and looked at the bundle with a little more care this time. "So this is a gesture of trust?" she asked, and Hunted nodded, but he wasn't prepared for her to deflate in that moment, face turning sad and disappointed.

Hunted thought he had made a huge mistake, but then Thorn sighed and gazed down at her bouquet and said, "That's actually-really sweet of you. I've never gotten a gift before. But I-" she paused to wave her hand over the bundle, "- I don't know how to use any of this stuff."

Hunted couldn't stop the surprise in his voice. "You don't?"

Thorn shook her head. "Half of us princesses don't need to, and the other half don't care enough about injuries, so I've never thought about it." She lowered her head in shame. "I'm sorry for ruining your gift-"

"I'll teach you."

Thorn's head snapped up, but Hunted was already making his way over to her, sitting down just close enough to treat her cuts, but not too close as to scare her off.

He gave her what he hoped was a soft smile. "I can help you and tell you what I'm doing." Thorn gave him a wary look, setting her flowers down but not accepting his help just yet.

"You have to clean up blood a lot?" she asked, and although Hunted could hear the dark undertone in her voice, he just busied himself with taking out the bandages and salves and disinfectants as he plainly said, "Yes. I like to take care of my flock, and they are very dumb."

Then, Hunted was shocked to hear a giggle from Thorn.

He looked up, and he saw the way that, for a single moment, Thorn's face was completely void of that heaviness that seemed to surround her, making her look light and free.

She looked beautiful to Hunted.

She kept smiling, even as her giggles died down, and she silently held out her arm for him. Hunted didn't want to waste this moment of trust, so he gently took her arm, and started to disinfect her wounds, mumbling a soft, "This might sting," before starting.

He watched her face for any discomfort, but if she was in pain, she didn't let it show on her face. A sad thought popped in Hunted's head, that maybe Thorn's felt worse than this, and is able to handle a little sting.

To distract himself from that thought, he kept his gaze on her arm as he explained, "You need to clean cuts before wrapping them up, in case they get infected."

"What happens if they get infected?" she asks, and Hunted moved on to her other arm as he answered, "The wound can swell, or can begin to hurt more, for longer. Then you can get even more sick."

Once he was finished, he then picked up the salve and showed it to her. "This is to help your cuts heal quicker."

"Did you make that yourself?" Hunted paused, looking up at Thorn, and he was surprised to see her genuinely interested in what he was doing, looking at the salve with an innocent curiosity.

He ducked his head low and nodded, bashful all of a sudden, and he heard Thorn giggle again and say, "That's really impressive."

Hunted wasn't sure why the compliment made him feel warm and tingly. Just because he wasn't used to getting compliments, doesn't mean he needed them to do a good job.

But...it was nice to hear them from Thorn.

He quickly applied the salve in silence, and he couldn't help but notice how he was slowly getting more relaxed in Thorn's presence, and Thorn in his.

Finally, he started wrapping her arm up. "You need to bandage wounds so that they're protected and can't get worse. You'll need to change them a few times to keep them from getting infected, so I brought extra for you to take."

Thorn was silent as he finished, and when he let go of her arm, she just pulled her arms closer to herself, inspecting Hunted's handiwork with a softness on her face, like she couldn't believe that there was anything she could do about her pain.

"Thank you," she eventually said gently, looking up at him in a way that made Hunted smile in return, albeit a bit more sheepish.

"I'm sorry for accusing you of being like him," Thorn said, running her fingers along her wrapped arm. "You're nothing like him. You're-nice. You care a lot."

"I like to be safe, like to keep the people I trust safe," he replied, noticing the faint smile on Thorn's face as she gazed down at her arms almost lovingly. He much preferred her smile than the bitter and sorrowful frown she usually wore.

"Do you trust me?" Thorn then asked, finally looking up at Hunted again, and there wasn't anything harsh or accusatory in her eyes or voice this time. "Even though I remind you of Beast?"

Hunted winced at the mention of her name, but still nodded. "We hurt each other in the past, but I think it's pointless to hold onto that distrust now. Won't do any of us any favors, so I'd rather try to trust and lend a hand whenever you need it."

"Really?" she whispered, hugging herself tight, and Hunted made sure he looked her in the eye so that she could see the sincerity in them.

"Yes," he said, "I want us to trust each other."

Her eyes widened in shock, and she was silent for a few seconds, before her gaze slowly drifted down to Hunted's chest, and she gasped as she went, "What's that?"

Hunted panicked and looked down at his chest, expecting a venomous spider or something- but instead there was the end of Thorn's tail on his chest, before it swiftly flicked upwards and lightly smacked him in the face.

Hunted froze, while Thorn burst into soft giggles, and Hunted was having trouble processing what had just happened, at the fact that Thorn had played a trick on him.

A harmless trick, but one that still left him stunned.

Thorn's laughter was starting to die down, and a nervous glint was beginning to appear in her eyes-before Hunted felt something bubbling up within him- and then he burst out laughing as well.

He wasn't used to laughing. He was always more concerned with being quiet and alert.

But it felt good to laugh with Thorn.

-

The third time they met, and the fourth, fifth, six, and so on- it was each a day filled with fun and warmth, from a blossoming friendship that Hunted was glad to have made with Thorn.

He was forever grateful that Thorn decided to trust him.

[thedreadblog]

Anyway, here's Wonderwall.

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[definitelynotshouting]

favorite thing to do lately is go into the botting channel of my friend's server and ask carlbot to choose between two rigged answers so i can say somebody told me to do it. this will in no way ever have negative consequences or lead me astray

[4lph4kidz]

Commencing attempt to transcribe thought process. land of caves and silence -> caves / cavity (void) -> sounds like cavalry (horse) ? ALSO: cavity (as in teeth) -> sugar -> land of little cubes and tea (LOLCAT) . Toxic moirallegiance? CANDY association? Need to see what trickster mode would do to them fr.

[kattitude130]

hakuri chihiro and iori playing an arcade rhythm game and they have a little contest to get the highest score and iori beats them both with her eyes closed

[slowdrippingnoise]

i like rose actually hes full of Concepts. i like how leon could easily remind him of peony and of himself (personality, talented champion / older brother, beloved golden child) and i like how bede could also remind him of them/what his remark about seeing himself in bede could mean if taken as truth (ignored child, desperate to prove his worth / uncompromising confidence, needs to feel in control, perfectionistic) so he gives them both important roles to keep them around. very normal very well adjusted good job man.

swsh should have had 500 more lines of major npc dialogue. also leon and marnie should have talked about the whole being a symbolic king/princess thing. or she could talk to hop about it and he could talk about how he thinks leon feels about it which could be interesting also. even more economic fuckery talk i know its a sports thing but leon's Sponsor Cape drives me a little nuts. catch him between his own hopes/the needs of the league/rose's ideas specifically. he's been champion since he was like 10 right. something like that. im going back in time sneaking into the swsh writers room and taping up a big poster of N Harmonia. how soon we forget Boy King Prime. also pokespe was right rose should just be Objectively Correct about the impending energy crisis, his problem is that he tries to solve everything by himself by manipulating everyone around him, and is cool with putting the whole region in danger if he thinks it will Solve The Problem. his problem isnt being pro-nuclear power his problem is he thinks like a king. ideal swsh is anti-monarchy as well as anti-monopoly it would make more sense.

[tilbageidanmark]

Squint your (eye's?)....

[dynamitekansai]

wwe: Find someone who loves you as much as Jacob Fatu loves Solo Sikoa 😤🙏

[mrgladstonegander]

dont get me wrong my hatred for Phantom and the Sorceress (PATS) is exaggerated for the Bit but i genuinely don't understand how people can like it for Lena OR Gladstone.

Like Gladstone's character in House of the Lucky Gander (HOTLG) is just. SOOO much better and more nuanced and interesting and he got Downgraded. Gladstone characterization where gets frustrated easily is already different and fun and established. but like whatever hes not THAT important to the show and i Know that (slapstick wasn't funny enough for me. crush him with a rock or something (Going Quackers :) )

and then Lena... lena..... they made her weaker.. downgraded her........... just so that they could make her interact with Magica............. why does her magic suddenly not work?? her magic is tied to her emotions but the reason she's upset is because her magic isn't working but why did her magic stop working after she's been in Moonvasion that she can control it better??? but like yknow. its a Kids Show they want plot to happen. its easy to do it like that. but then why does Webby, her best friend, and Violet, her sister, suggest going to MAGICA. when they know what MAGICA DID TO HER it just doesn't make sense i dont understand it. they killed her so they could do nightmotor on killmotor hill but WORSE ;_; i dont understand. lena fans that like PATS please explain because i just dont understand. i cant comprehend it. after ending an episode with her cutting magica off ... i just dont get it

and then the magicstone bait 👊👊🔥💥💥👊👊👊👊 idk maybe my standards are too high and i have extremely different taste in magicstone compared to other shippers but like........... why do they get shipped together if not for the fact that magicstone is constantly trying to use him. llol/. lmao.

anyways watch Dime Enough for Luck

[dailyzanymerch]

Day 69

Found here and here.

[blueberry-ink-93]

all my working titles are floral lol

hey besties how yall doin hope everyone is doing great guess who just discovered nerves are frickin hard as hell and is a micron away from breaking down in tears? i have no idea why do u ask

anyway without more further ado lol i want to talk about what it is im currently microwaving in my head (what arent i microwaving would be a better question). incoherence ahead so be warned lol:

the tldr is neoptolemus gets decked in the face by everyone. im breaking every vertebra he has and watching him writhe in agony as i sip my strawberry milk. its a great time

in all seriousness tho ive been rotating the concept of a darkfic in my mind for who knows how long atp and i saw neo and decided who better a blorbo to torture? like in my own words "i cant fix neo in a million years but i want to study him under a microscope and dissect his fucked up little head & bake him cookies".

the fic is essentially a character study of neo among other characters (the mc is an oc bc its her character study just as much as it is neos. they ae two sides of the smae ptsd coin and i want to explore that. like in heavy deeply disturbing detail lol) with sprinkles of fuckall lol

now as u may know i get distracted and sidetracked by just about everything so not even a quarter way through i was like okay spinoff fic. let me finish lmao;

andromache gets her revenge. thats all im going to say hehe just know its going to be great (if i can translate thoughts and ideas to words accurately and dont die miserably in the process. but other than that its going to be great) bc fuck neo i hate him i hope he dies a most painful death <3

AND THEN. while on a tangent of a tangent (i can no longer deny the allegations lmao) i was like okay crackfic concept apollo and his wrath are back on the menu. its hysterical idk waht to tell you if im going insane so is everyone else. also i love apollo legit my most faveourite in the pantheon (right next to hades lol) microwaving him got me back into writing and putting in a lil time & effort for ocs and what have you. anyway he will either feature in a seperate continuation or as part of the main storyline idk but it will be glorious.

you know what they say if u dont have homemade serotonin store bought is fine (blorbo torture was on sale who am i to resist?) lol yeah thats the gist of it. self indulgent angst & hurt/ next to nothing comfort

i think further down when i actullay start writing and things start to fall into place ill come back and write more individually about how i chose to characterise everyone and how i visualise their individual arcs, backstories & headcanons, alterations and calculations i made (consistent timeline who), and most probably a walkthrough of what i plan to do bc idk how much my writing delivers what i have in mind in terms of like everyhting lol so i think a guide would do everyone a favour bc im all over the place XD

tis still my first time writing im figuring out my style and such so bear with me pls, i hardly know what im doing i just start yapping and hope for the best. God give editing me the strength fr lol

anyhows yeah :] ty for coming to my blorbo talk

[silanb]

I do not own fashion. What I do own is clothes (shirt, pant, the evil jeans) and Larp Wear. What am I larping as?

Anything. Everything. Usually a slightly cooler and more functional version of myself. Sometimes as that One Character that makes my brain bweeeeee.

Larp wear is essential bc if I am Larping as a slightly more functional me then I am going to have to Be a slightly more functional me or I am not playing my part well!!! It just so happens Doing Things Dobes wears jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, whereas Dobes wears the same t-shirt and sleep shorts for two weeks straight.

[barrel-of-bones-and-brain-worms]

I'm very happy with how this came out even though I spent like 7 hours on it. My favorite thing to draw was my boots, I love those things even though they don't make sense

Just a magic boy battle about to begin

These were designed by @nizthecat

[elliottjpg]

I have a new child! They just keep happening, HELP-

This is Ginger Sunweaver, my gnome cleric for a Pathfinder campaign I just joined!

She's a happy-go-lucky little gal, whose passions in life are adventure and alcohol. She's a cleric sworn to the service of Cayden Cailean, the "Accidental God", patron of beer, wine, adventure and freedom. Her goals in life are to taste every alcohol in the known world, and to free every imprisoned person/creature/entity she meets.

Her favored weapon is her tankard, which was a gift from the dwarven priest who introduced her to his faith. The runes on it read "Souvenir of Cloudspire". She is more of a healer and support than a fighter, but she will not hesitate to bonk you on the head with her Holy Tankard if you're being a dick.

She has a Shetland pony called Moonshine.

[h16h-v0l7463]

[[ hopefully this is not actually as serious as i’m convinced it is right now but just as a heads up for clarity’s sake since i’m thinking on it and don’t wanna forget…

[[ kinda going thru a lot of upheaval IRL lately. not worth getting into the nitty gritty details but i’ve been going thru lots of mental / emotional turmoil and am anticipating having to do something very necessary but very scary sometime in the near future, so im a little bit… delicate rn

[[ i wasn’t expecting to have as much of a blast RPing as i have been when i started this blog. full disclosure, i’ve been having a hard time finding it in me to care about most of my interests and hobbies as of late, so the fact that it’s still a source of fun means so much to me rn LMFAO

[[ that said, i’m gonna be trying to ease up on like, deep heavy high-stakes stuff outside of currently ongoing threads and already-in-process events. just cuz im foreseeing a bumpy road ahead of me in the next few weeks and wanna make sure i don’t pile on a bunch of additional stress and distress on top of what im already bracing myself for

[[ i’m sitting in my car in the parking garage at work rn as i type this LMFAO so this is all i’ll say for now. if we’ve got stuff on the table and we haven’t already chatted i’ll be reaching out soonish to make sure we’re all on the same page. most likely once ive survived the rush hour traffic and gotten some food in me lol

[[ i hope this doesn’t come across as like, too Dire or anything. i’m going thru it right now, but if i play my cards right the upheaval im bracing myself for will be a much needed one. i just wanna make sure i don’t wait until im in over my head to say something, i guess.

[fobnsfwdoodles]

I never draw srar Patrick but I found a book that had some graphics I wanted to try drawing and I figured why not make them Patrick