#hoping that it won't rot in my drafts again ...

[choccorin]

missing megumi hours ..

[lostinlovingrevery]

Logan idea: him being married and starting a family with his wife 😍

OMG UGH The way I'm so in love with that man

I actually have two fics related to this in my drafts! One is reading finding out she's pregnant, the other is just a peak into family life with reader and logan. it's gonna be teeth rotting fluff. I hope you'll enjoy them <3

implications of sex below the cut, also pregnancy mentions!

Marriage with Logan:

I mean not to be cheesy but...

it's bliss

you all saw him in origins with kayla (gag)

that man is a total lover boy

hes on his knees for you

he will do anything for you

He didn't think he'd get to do something like this. to experience the whole joy of getting engaged, planning a wedding, getting married

just finding his other half....He considers himself the luckiest man in the world

He takes on the role of a hubby proudly

He'll laugh and pretend the wifey and hubby mugs you got him were cliche but he uses the hubby mug every single day proudly and ignores any comments regarding it

He'll proudly introduce you as his wife (or hubby, or partner, whichever term you prefer!)

everyone sees how so in love you both are

holding hands, your arms around each other

he'll admire the ring he put on your finger all the time.

"this is a nice look for you baby"

if you going through with having a wedding wedding, logan is going to be so damn nervous

he fights all sorts of bad guys. standing in front of family and friends, being vulnerable? thats a different kind of fight

but he finds when he sees you, all prettied up walking down that aisle

well, maybe this isn't so bad

but if you end up having a something small and simple, hes just as happy

either way, he's grinning ear to ear by your side. no ones seen the wolverine happier than when he married you

theres a comfort that settles between you both after marriage. a trust that the other is going to be there. you don't have to worry about a thing with him.

If you're getting or already have your own place, your engagement/marriage kicks off nesting in him. Hes' gotta make sure that his baby is taken care of...

Speaking of babies...

Starting a family!

Oh boy

or girl?

However the conception happens, planned or accident

logan will be thrilled (after he gets over the nerves)

he'll be so supportive to you. he may take a moment and go vomit out in the bins outside but he's happy, truly

hes so supportive

i mean i talked about pregnancy headcanons before but imma go into it again

he hates seeing his love in pain, suffering, etc etc. will hold your hand the entire way.

Hold your hair back during those morning sickness events uggh

will make you tea, slice apples, whatever the hell helps you

will rub your back, feet, shoulders. whatever

he thinks your mood swings are adorable (he won't say that to your face though. he knows you'll just tear him apart)

very handsy. can't help it. you looked good pregnant w his kid

every doctor appointment. hes there.

hes strong for you, god knows you're doing the heavy lifting but he's definitely going to be anxious. worried about every little groan and huff you let out. worried about labor. your safety. the babys safety.

hes so happy to be here but he's also terrified of losing it

yes, if you wake him up at 2 in the morning, he'll go get you those weird things you're craving. he'll do it happily. no you're not bothering him.

loves when you get a burst of hormones and become feral over him. he literally wants to bang you all the time but you're pregnant and not in the mood usually

you give him small kisses at first that end up getting intense and becoming more bc you're both just so happy and your hormones is making everything so intense and he's the only thing you want and need

anyhoo...

When you're big, big, like 8-9 months. He's all over you. You could bite his head off over his clingyness but the most he's gonna do is sit across the room with his tail between his legs

his instinct screams to stay close and to protect. he's not going anywhere

designing the babies room together

SHOPPING

bad bad wolverine is holding up lil jammies with sheep on it. "This is cute" he mumbles.

you can't even bring yourself to tease him over it because he's so damn cute like this. also hes' right. those are cute jammies. put em in the cart

Logan really doesn't care about the babys sex. he's just happy to even.. have all of this. and with you.

he'd be a great boy or girl dad honestly.

they're both gonna have him wrapped around their finger

you buy a plush wolverine animal for the babys crib and logan gets emotional over it

"yknow sweetheart these things are pretty mean in real life." he says as he holds back tears. "don't know if we should..."

he's gonna go into slight shock when they baby comes. like. woah, this is happening? really? actually happening?

Of course when you start reacting to your contractions, hubby mode is going to kick in. He's all over you, talking you through everything as you go the hospital

hes scared, terrified, but hes not gonna worry about himself when you need him more than ever

WILL cry when he meets yalls baby for the first time.

Going to feel like he'd been waiting his whole life to meet them.

He's going to be an amazing dad. hes got all sorts of life experience to share with them

your kid(s) will adore their dad (and you!)

they may have their teenage phase where everyone annoys them

but Logan having memories of how his family/parents were broken apart. he doesn't want that to happen

no ones a perfect person/partner/parent. logan tries pretty damn hard

movie nights

waking up to the kids running into yalls bed

him literally trying to steal ONE private moment with you, but your child is in a "i only want this parent phase!" for one of you and won't leave you alone.

your kid(s) gagging whenever you kiss or get affectionate. it happens often.

"mom and dad are really gross"

Im gonna add adoption in here too

he's gonna be really nervous because he doesn't want to scare whoever you adopt with his mutation, and just his general self. hes big and scary.

but you meet the child you two are meant to raise and he's in love

he adores the kid just as if it was his biological because to him it doesn't matter

thats you and hims child and he's going to do his damn best to take care of you and any child you may raise together

I just love him and I want me and him to build a lil life together on a farm or a cabin and have little ones that look like him running around and just *sobs*

[verysanebsdfan]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟺: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ, ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ

The Perfect Equation: Hello and goodbye, for now

Ishigami Senku x fem!reader

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"Come out, (Name)," He calls out, making the other two turn around to face me too.

I am startled. He knew about me? Did he just now see me? Or did he notice me even before he died? No matter. I shyly walk out of my hiding spot between the bushes, about 20 meters away from them. "Hey..." I awkwardly greet them, adding a little wave. I finally reach them through the bushes I was trying to get through, and then I get tackled to the ground.

"(Name)!!" Taiju and Yuzuriha yell out together, both squeezing my body hard.

"I give up!" I gasp for air. guess Senku won't be the only one getting his bones broken today.

"Oh! Sorry!!" They both pull away and stare at me, I chuckle nervously.

"So, uhm..." I can't take it anymore and walk to Senku, gently hugging him while trying to conceal my sobs. "I was so scared you actually died... Do not ever do this again." To which he just chuckles and pats my head. "Now, now, we can't afford to stay here for too long." He says. "Efficient and logical as always..."

While Senku and I were having our short reunion, Yuzuriha crafted a...What is it? "The pattern on this leather kind of looks like a rocket ship, yeah? A science-themed flag like this is perfect for you, Senku." She says, and shows it to us. It was a leather flag, a multiple roughly shaped stars, with a shape that was supposed to resemble a rocket in the middle. "I think I see it... For the most part, at least." I comment positively, unlike Senku, who said, "Not seeing even one millimeter of a rocket."

She stands behind Senku and forces him to stand still, tying a big branch to his neck with the help of the Science-themed flag.

"I'm all fixed up. Heh, heh, heh... Professor Senku volunteered his body, and the experiment was a complete success. The healing power of the depetrification process is out of this world!" He smirks while adjusting his newly acquired accessory.

"Wa Ha Ha! We suffered so much 'cause we got turned to stone, but now we've got that same stone to thank for saving you!!" Taiju exclaims, absolutely thrilled!! "Kinda like you said when making that soap. Except this si even better!" I tilt my head confusedly at that. "This petrification is like a doctor that can save lives." Taiju continues, "Dr. Stone!"

After Taiju's quite moving speech, we all got together to clean up after us, all foot steps and anything that could indicate our presence. From the corner of my eye, I see Senku whispering something to Yuzuriha, her reaction being quite confusing. Similar to when Senku told me to make him a whole Rocket blueprint within 12 hours. Simply impossible, in the end, it was nothing but a draft.

"That's completely nuts. Insane! But I'll do it!" She said, clearly weighing the pros and cons of the task, Aw man, please tell me no gruelling labour awaits us. "What's the big secret? No fair. Lemme in on it!" Taiju butted in.

"We're thinking we should head back to Tsukasa." To which I gasp. "Oh, is that all? Back to Tsukasa! WHAAAT!!" Taiju lost it. I think. "But why?! He's the savage who killed Senku. Well, almost killed! He might've been a good guy once, but no, not even!" Taiju continues yelling, I get it, he saw his best friend die in front of him under Tsukasa's hands. I am also not thrilled about it. Will I even return with them? Ohhh...

"Tsukasa is convinced that I'm rotting in hell," Senku smirks. "I, on the other hand, am well aware of his current position. We couldn't hope for a better scenario strategically!" He fully turns to Taiju and Yuzuriha. "You two will act as spies and sneak into the Tsukasa empire!!"

"I filled Yuzuriha in on the details of the mission, Taiju, Your job is to protect her. The less that blockhead of yours knows, the stronger an asset you are." Senku says, well, that is kind of rude, but it is Taiju we are talking about, and it's not exactly wrong. Plus we have known each other for a long time. He trusts us. We all have a bond built on trust, so it's not a problem.

"Going forward, Tsukasa's gonna use the fluid to revive more and more young people. He wants to create a new world that he can rule over with strength. In order to bring down the Tsukasa empire and stop his 'purification' via mass slaughter, I need a rebel army that'll fight back with science!!

"But Senku, what can you and (Name) do alone...?" Questioned Yuzuriha and Taiju added to it. "Right! With Tsukasa controlling the supply of nitric acid, we can't make more gunpowder or revive any people to fight on our side!!"

"There are more ways to acquire Nitric acid, Taiju. For example, I read there is some way to get it from Platinum...Which would be tough to acquire... oh... And also from poop- That takes long though!!" I add, but the more I talk and realize stuff, I get more and more frustrated.

"(Name) is right, however, our best option as of now is to find whoever sent up those smoke signals and make some allies of our own!" Senku says, but only adds to my confusion. "What smoke signals?"

"So from today on, we're gonna spy on the Tsukasa empire while you two put together the science rebel army? We're splitting up to wage this war?" Taiju concludes correctly.

"Heh heh heh... Exactly right. Parting is such sweet sorrow, so get your crying in now." Senku smirks, already ready to depart. "(Name), bid your goodbyes; this mission might take months or even years." He pushes me towards Yuzuriha, whom I just hugged. There is no need for big words of goodbye. We spent 3700 years separated; what are a few more?

"We waved our goodbyes and started walking in comfortable silence, that is, until Taiju shouted. "Senku!! Promise that we'll..." But then he probably realized he shouldn't be loud and raised his hand. Senku responded by tying the flag on the branch and raising it high above his head.

"Heh heh heh... Just hang in there for a little while until I return. We've already waited 3700 years, so what's a few more months or years at this point?"

・・・・・

"Our current plan is to make an alliance with the mysterious group 'X' that sent up those smoke signals we saw." Senku starts explaining the plan to me. "But" He eyes me, and my reaction to whatever he was going to say. "It'll be a big problem if Tsukasa makes contact with them first." I process his words and nod along.

"That would be troublesome. There are at least three possible outcomes... no, four?" I raise four fingers into the air. Then show one. "They already met and made an alliance, or they will do that before we have a chance to." I raise two of my fingers. "The second option is they met or will meet, and Tsukasa will kill or fatally hurt our possible ally." I raise three of my fingers, "or it will be reversed, our possible ally would be crazy strong, preferably if they saw what Tsuaksa did to you too!! And they will kill or fatally wound him!!" I lift four of my fingers. "Or they don't meet at all, at least not until Kingdom of Science vs Tsukas kingdom clashes. Is that right?" I question.

"For the most part. Those are the base options, the rest would be just slightly adjusted ones, I'd say," Senku responds approvingly. Then he glances ahead of himself, looking at the horizon. Then we both hear a loud sound of a tree falling. Why would it fall? The wind is calm- unless the second option of those I suggested was right. Both of us quickly run there, since it's not far away, a few hundred meters at best. Normally, I'd be glad, but what if we meet Tsukasa?

I grab Senku's collar and stop him. "Wait. Stay here, hide. I'll quickly scout the area if Tsukasa is still there. I know he will hurry to the cave you mentioned, but I don't want you to die." I say commandingly, but he grabs my hand into his. "There is not time for that. Let's go!" and he drags me along with him.

It took us only a few minutes to reach the fallen tree. There lay a young woman who could be around our age. She had blonde, messy hair that was put up in a ponytail, and she also had dark teal eyes. She looked as if she had some foreign genes in her, too.

She soon noticed us, and a surprised expression painted her face. "It's you! The gentleman sorcerer who protected the girl. You're alive!" She exclaims, her tone a little hushed. The tree that she is trapped under must be taking a toll on her.

"Sorcerer?" I pause over that but brush it off and rush up to her, with Senku right behind me. "Don't waste energy talking! We can introduce ourselves until we're sick of each other once you're safe! Save your strength for now!" Senku insisted while trying to lift up the tree using a stick. "I don't think that will work, Senku. The tree is too heavy." I state nervously. "As if I didn't notice..." He grumbles.

I crouched down next to the girl. "Senku, how long will it take to lift the tree?" I asked him, to which he responded, "Till sunrise, approximately."

"Can you hold out until sunrise?" I asked while checking for any bleeding or something indicating a bone fracture. "If you feel like you're about to die, we might manage to blast you out," I offer, recalling when Senku showed me how much gunpowder we had left on our way here. "With the little gunpowder's left...But if you give us some time...I am sure we could save you with a safer method!!"

The girl was clearly startled at our quick acting. "Listen, you have two choices; only you can answer, so answer quick. Which'll it be?!" Senku shouted.

"Right. My internal organs and bones are fine. I can endure!!" She responded, and we got to work.

Senku did some mental calculations and estimates, figuring out that we would need three pulleys. We then cut part of a tree, making thick circley things. Senku then blew holes in them with the little gunpowder we had left. Only leaving a tiny amount for future use, meanwhile, I cut up some bamboo and stuffed it with dirt. Just like Senku instructed me to. He puts it together, and I make a long rope, and then we finally set it up. After coating it with soap to make it smooth, it was complete.

"Twenty-first-century kids learned about this in elementary school, but it was invented a few hundred years before Christ by old man Archimedes. With this, a high school nerd like me and (Name) can wield strength on par with monsters like Tsukasa or Taiju." He says, looking like an excited kid or proud parent... "The pulley!"

And with that, Senku jumped off a branch, activating the mechanism, easily lifting the tree off the girl. I help her out and get her further from the tree. Even though Senku tied the rope tightly around a tree, I don't really know how much the rope can handle, so it's better to be safe than sorry.

"Astounding..." She whispers in awe. "Not your knowledge of that Archi-something fellow. But how you kept hammering away at the problem, one step at a time. Your unwavering conviction!" The blonde exclaims. "And you, how you always made sure I'm safe and not hurting too much, was really calming." She says while looking at me softly.

"My name is Kohaku. And I do believe I've fallen for you quite hard."

[starvales]

i’ll love you ‘till the day that i die (i knew you in another life)

ryu gunwoo park moondae / gn!reader

synopsis : most vows end with a 'till death do us part', but for some, they are willing to go beyond the grave and afterlife. for some, they unknowingly follow their partner in transmigration.

or : to the detriment and confusion of park moondae, he finds out that not only his former self doesn't exist, but apparently you didn't either.

contents : spoilers for the dod novel, kind of established relationship (married?), implied transmigration on reader's end too, reader is gender neutral, 'i miss my wife, tails. i miss her a lot' ahh fic 💀💀

words : 511

a/n : this wip has been rotting in my drafts since june last year and i got sick of looking at it so here's a very very unfinished fic ;) if i get into debut or die again, maybe ill do a rewrite of this!!

“Oh! I’m so sorry! Here, I’ll…” They scramble for an apology but whether they trail off their sentence willingly or Moondae’s hearing started to fade, he didn’t care.

He’s never seen them before in this life time nor his other one. Their hair looked as if a bird made their head a home, their clothes contrasted with the current style in Korea but would be considered trendy in the future, and their presence would be classified as practically nonexistent if it wasn't for the comically expensive brand of camera freely dangling from their neck.

This was a complete stranger to Park Moondae.

But they aren’t, something told him, we know who they are.

Something in the pit of his gut, the crevices of his skin, and the chambers of his heart. And as cringy and cliché as it was, Moondae believes that his soul, remnants of what was Ryu Gunwoo, is pleading with him, nagging that it’s-

Before he could even comprehend the feint possibility that this person was who he thought it was, they beat him to it.

A whisper that he strains his ears to hear, as if they were afraid that the person who once owed that name would disappear with the air that escaped their lips.

"...Gunwoo?"

("I've been thinking..." "That's a first." "Oi. I'm trying to be romantic here."

You and your very soon-to-be husband sit amongst other awaiting couples within the marriage registration office, filling out forms to be tied together for the rest of your lives.

"Instead of 'until death do us part', how about 'until the end of forever'?"

"Are you five?" He gives you a pointed look, but you know better than to think that he means it.

Instead, you laugh with unadulterated mirth. After all, he had already signed the document without so much as a glance at the rest of the very legally-binding print, and his free hand was found to be intertwined with yours.

"Don’t worry, I'll follow you in death, in the next life, and lives after that. You won't be able to escape me that easily, Ryu Gunwoo!"

He will never admit this aloud, but he hopes that you keep your word for it.

He just didn't know It'd be as soon as it was.)

[peony-pearl]

More more more Lumi LORE!!!

Any ideas as to what physical attributes attract her to Hollander?

If you were to draft a love note she'd leave for only his eyes to see, what would Lumi say to Hollander?

Wahh thank you!!!

So after a while of the two of them becoming conspiracy partners and Lumi's fears of being used again are starting to fight with her want to be cared for, she finds herself admiring how focused he gets; she LOVES his eyes. She begins to notice that if he's frustrated and he looks at her, sometimes his brows soften. She's convinced herself it doesn't mean anything but it makes her stomach drop (in a good way). When she starts becoming comfortable with touch, she often smooths back those loose pieces of hair over his eyes, even though she loves how they look. It's simply an excuse to touch his hair and he never argues, but he'll give her an exasperated look. She also loves his hands. They're rough and not the prettiest, but he's been gentle with her (and only her) with them. She likes watching him work on projects with precision and how he's so meticulous with his work. She likes watching him get so lost in thought when his hair falls over his focused eyes and he doesn't miss a beat.

OHHH MY GOSH the letter is actually something I had planned to do YEARS ago before Lumi's story changed!!

I think it would start with 'To my best friend'

'I've never been good at making decisions, but the one I will never regret is you. I will never regret getting to know you, and spending these years together. But I'm selfish. I want more. I want you; and I want to know you want me back. For everything we've been through, for the years of waiting for our chance to strike at Shinra, for the sleepless nights of filling the loneliness with each other's company; Silas, nothing will come closer to my breaking my heart in more ways than you. And I would ask you to break it again and again, every day, so long as I knew you felt the same way. When Shinra is gone, and if we're still standing, I'll be there with you if you want me. I'll be your best friend, your confidant; but I hope you may see me as more than that by then.

'Maybe even now you see it? Because I do. I see everything I want in you. And I will never abandon you.

'I love you, with as much love as I think could exist in my heart. Even though I feel as though my heart is rotted, you make me think that what exists in it's place is worth something. It makes me want to see tomorrow, when there was once a day the thought of tomorrow frightened me.

'I love you. And I'm sorry I do. But don't worry. I am still your most loyal friend. And I don't expect much to change until Shinra falls. I won't destroy our plans like that.

'I love you. I'm sorry.'

[aroyaltailor]

semi-hiatus (vent warning)

Currently failing Spanish 102 and things are not getting better. In a move that I'm sure will surprise none of those who follow this blog, I am going to be taking a hiatus from any writing. Yes, another break! Another hiatus, putting off work on this blog and leaving the replies I owe to rot in my drafts. The words simply do not come out of me, and I'm still struggling with perfectionism that blocks any genuine attempts at getting anything done. I basically have to learn the entirety of Spanish, or at least the relevant information for the class, because if I fail I won't be able to graduate this semester.

It's the same damn thing every time. I've submitted a request for the counseling service provided by my college, but they have a two week waiting period due to the huge influx of students needing mental health help these days. I genuinely believe that I've reached a point where I need professional help with my writing, and that I have somekind of OCD that prevents me from simply writing the first draft without needlessly fussing over every word.

I really didn't want to have to make this post. I was holding on to the hope that things would be alright. I was hoping that everything would be okay. That I'd be able to create legitimate routines, learn how to comprehend Spanish, and that I would be able to have the time to sit back and focus and work on building this blog.

The first exam of the class is next Tuesday, September 10th. I won't lie, I'm basically spiraling at this point. Self-care is at a total minimum, and I haven't really been taking care of my health either. I'm not eating much, both out of lack of hunger and the simple fact that my household doesn't have any food available. Today alone, I've been slouched over the table in the upstairs study rooms of my college, staring at this damned screen all day. Suicidal thoughts, a bit of self-harm with a pen, it feels just as bad as organic chemistry. And the genuine possibility that I might be kicked out the house if I fail Spanish 102 isn't helping matters. I don't really have anyone to talk to either, not in-person at least. Not really even online either, but that's probably too jaded for me to say. Doubt anyone will even read this, but that understandable I guess. Everyone has their own problems, so many people do, and they can't pause and stop when they have their own concerns to deal with, especially for someone that hasn't really produced anything.

Let's just say it isn't getting better. It's not. It's getting worse. I can't be on here as much as I want to, and I'm beginning to think that I've been damaged permanently by what happened to me. My dad had lung cancer, I did everything I could, but that's all I can say about it. Even just typing that sentence has me bawling now.

I'll either pass Spanish 102 this semester or I won't. If I don't, I definitely won't take it well. I'm sorry for everything I've said about how I'd made progress, or that I'd be around to do replies only to post nothing at all. I'm not doing well and haven't been for awhile.

Hopefully things will get better. But then again, I've said that before haven't I? Time will tell. I'm sorry to everyone for the times I've wasted their time with starters or replies I haven't responded to yet. Blog isn't even finished yet, but if I pass I'll try. I promise I'll try.

[absurdly-overpowered-astronaut]

Assigning TMCOTC OCs parties are for losers songs (now with 100% more vague yapping ^_^) (I ended up talking alot…I kinda regret it? Oh well)

(Will come back and assign them ferry songs in general like I did with deco and milgram)

Kat - PUNCH IT PUNK - personality fits really well! This is the kind of silly I was going for with his character and the story lines up surprisingly well with kat finding a ghost run away with lavation powers as apposed to a mutant one - “But, ah! Crap, no I had it coming! I got in trouble again, but now this isn't funny! I could really use a prince charming now or anyone if they could help me somehow-And a hero busts onto the scene! The cutest, coolest boy that I have ever seen! I guess not all is lost for this pathetic place Oh god okay, he's not that strong Oh no, come on guys, not his face - Hey are you okay, are you there, hey Blink three times if you hear me, alright? "Eh?" Awful, awful, it may be too late” / “I may not know anything at all And something tells me this is out of my control I guess in retrospect I could've figured that At least that way the shock wouldn't hit like a bat And spastic light specs brighter than the bluest skies Begin to dance around as panic clouds your eyes And you can call me dumb, impulsive and unwise but there's no way I'll stand here and watch, paralyzed Who would've thought! No, really, this is quite a scene The cutest, coolest boy that I have ever seen Turned out to be a monster mutant death machine! "I wouldn't call myself-“ "You will not turn him in!"”

Tory - KT’s official guide to coolness - ummm spoilers pretty much everything fits 100% from characterisation to Tory’s story and the lyrics matching up really really well I can’t go into it but essentially tory = KT and dimitri = this girl who doesn’t have a name final name (I’ve called her rin in all my drafts and notes but IDK if it makes her role in story to obvious) but I’ve drawn her few times

“But what's this you say? The merciful lie that I live til this day has crumbled to dust and there's no other way cause some things are simply meant to be contained and one of them is me…So are you happy to be proved right? I only hope he won't lose sight of his own future clear and bright.Please take this song as my goodbye”

Grey - STRIKE 3 - “and in a thousand years I’ll see a tepid autumn day and only think about its grace but blinded by the sun you spin the barrel of a fully loaded gun if there’s no winning might as well just have some fun when will you get it through your skull that I will not let you drown.”

Morgan - 100 epitaphs - morgan’s and grey could be swapped in all honesty the main reason grey got 100 is because “and in a thousand years I’ll see a tepid autumn day and only think about its grace” fit grey so well and I wanted to give morgan “What's the point of picking at your wounds,your scratches and your scars?” - “Overindulgence in grief is only immature , Forgetfulness is both the sickness and the cure. Lay your emotion with them like a mourning wreath , I chose to shut my eyes, you chose to bare your teeth. What's the point pushing back against the mill that grinds the world to dust? What's the point of picking at your wounds,your scratches and your scars? One would think so, I believed so, and it was the wiser me But the wiser you knows better,But the wiser you is (free)”

Tolver - cleave - I was so close to giving him like a dog…and like a dog does fit! Tolver has dog symbolism but I just got stuck on “come back like a dog” because…he doesn’t and cleave would reference on Tolver and Tory’s relationship which is one of my favourites in the story so my bias won…letting myself use tart pafl songs because I didn’t know if there would be enough otherwise (and I knew I wanted to give one of the characters foot note) - “And it’s in my brain deep within her holy graves…still rotting all the same” / “yet I don’t know anything (though it’d be nice to set you free) you’re no different to me (just take my hand and then you’ll see) time for my final decree (too naive I should’ve seen) you take what you want and then leave so it seems I KNOW I KNOW EVERYTHING THE LONELY BOY AND HIS ENDLESS REPRIEVE ALL I AM IS HELPLESS IT SEEMS…I’LL SAVE YOU THE WAY YOU SAVED ME SO IT SEEMS”

Alex - Parties are for losers - song doesn’t fit but none of them do even if I let myself double up…there is the odd line here and their I associate with “will you help me bare this stone never seemed to work when trade someone else’s hardship for your own was what I ment” her but mostly got parties are for losers because it was either that or cleave. She does feel the need to fill her self up and meets a monster (ghost girl) who she tries to help and that goes horribly wrong - “On a night like any other my mind started to wander, then I froze -Out from the flickering shadows She arose..The loser looks in the eyes of the monster The room is caving in it’s okay, it’s okay, I say And just like that, it turns into a girl, hey A friendly baseball bat comes to save the day Eternal rest never seemed to be closer Than in that passing moment, but quickly my fear was gone A lapse of reason, I figure, can be pretty fun And so the party goes on and on”

Cory - I ate my twin in the womb - I mean he kinda has a twin and he kinda sorta metaphorically eats them in the womb? If you look at it from one characters perspective and tilt your head at just the right angle It also means both tory and cory get kt songs - (so since his actual assignment doesn’t have lyrics heres some from like a dog I think fit him) “Like an obedient dog…So won't you tell me ,What do you know of devotion? Be grateful for the freedom of lacking emotion. Accept your future path wasn't yours to be chosen and even if it takes you decades, I know that , You will come running BACK LIKE A DOG A WOUNDED DOG RUN BACK LIKE A DOG A WOUNDED DOG” / “you’ll run back like a dog to her”

Joycie - false disposition - given to her kinda because no other song really fits and you could argue on its own false disposition is about a requited crush. I picked it because the pov idolises the other person and demeans themself and tries to hide their feelings but fails at it all of which are very joycie things to do. Pov personality is completely off tho I could potentially see morgan saying some of those yura lines but joycie is not a sanya - “Once again I was left in the dust…Destructive ones like me fold when there is nothing to bust! I couldn't see past the bright facade - layers of rust…It's not like I'm saying goodbye! Hey, why are you smiling still, cool guy?” / “Yet the walls around my sheltered heart. Begin to break and fall apart,Your smile is brighter than the most relentless sun”

Diana (formerly Juliet) - Occam’s razor - all lyrics fit her character perfectly and line up surprisingly well with the actual events of TMCOTC like pretty much perfectly - “It's a dead-end endeavor, it's time you understood ,That this whole situation won't bring you any good. Oh, I know that your heart's beating faster than it should But I can't let you in - wouldn’t even if I could ,So, I see, I found myself trying to win another inconsequential fight. Hah, my bark turned out to be much harsher than the bite.All right, sometimes life doesn’t give a damn about how hard you try But forgive my helpless spite what's the point of this self-pity? It's not pretty…”

Aidan (formerly james) - the mill - the feeling of the song fits really well and the general more experienced / jaded feeling to what the characters are doing. The characters in the song focus on a event that happened in the past that one hasn’t forgiven the other for and that is very similar to Aidan and Diana’s situation and the focus on zone work since Aidan is a character super tied to , traumatised by and experienced in ghost hunting - “this isn’t my first time sinking lower then the low…how hard can it be to not let it overflow oh I’ve gotten used to being haunted long ago…all I need to hear is a simple hello”

Nadia (formerly jayme/jaime/jamie I don’t remember how I spelled it :’) - footnote (like I said earlier I’m letting myself pull from tart pafl songs too but if you want a ferry pafl assignment convergence (but I associate convergence with Nadie at a very specific part of the story and less with her character as a whole) - chosen for toxic codependent yuri reasons sanya spends most of the song talking about yura and it makes sense that Nadie would spend most of her time talking about diana rather then herself because she is perpetually down playing herself/see’s herself as just an extension or tool for other people -“I don’t need you to take everything in your wake it’s the thought of me that keeps you run though. I don’t pretend to fake. To not know what is at stake to only give and not take not in your nature”

Madeline - message lost - her whole thing is haunting the narrative so gave her the song that is connected to dying thoughts and to abandoning some who felt close to you. The creepy vibe also just fits her really well - “day can’t break when the sun has burned to a crisp ,there must have been some supernova i missed , my ultimate snapshot - “sky overcast” go out with a whimper, not with a blast”

[the last 4 characters are in group together and I wanted to make maddie feel like she doesn’t belong there / single her out as different so I gave all the other characters j name (picked jbecause I have a j name) but then as the story changed these guys show up really early in the story and if there are like 3 characters with similar sounding names all introduced at once then it’s probably going to be really hard to tell their names apart so I changed it so now their names are anagrams]

[idleglowingpixels]

XXY Chapter 11 Delayed to April 8th! (+ The Future of XXY and PPG-Related Stories)

Hi again! Sorry I have to delay Chapter 11's release until next month -- I completely forgot midterms were coming up and I've been swamped with work. Love y'all, and I'll be back with Chapter 11 next month. I'll be reviewing Chs. 12-14 in advance (Around the time I'll review Ch. 11 for uploading) to ensure this won't happen again. Thank you again for your patience with me!

In related news, I figure I'd let y'all know the scope of XXY as a whole. From what my outline looks like at the moment, I'm aiming to be completed with it counting in at about 50 chapters total (Including the first 10 which have already released).

My aim this year is to have at least the first draft of the remaining chapters completed, as well as the final drafts of the next batch (which is looking to be 7 chapters in uniform with previous batches, so Chs. 15-21). Once I manage to complete the fic, chapters will update on a bi-weekly basis, but I have no idea how far out that will be. At the moment, I'll be sticking to the monthly updates! Just yapping about the future release schedule.

But if you only follow me for XXY, have no fear, I do plan on making a few more PPG fics! They're gonna be mostly one-shots, separated from the XXY universe (unless stated otherwise -- for now, I don't have anything to expand upon with this story). Also, they won't all be PPG/RRB fics, either! I have plans on a Buttercup/Mitch one-shot and Robin/Blossom one too. One's also focusing on Brick and Blossom's dynamic without any romantic tension involved, so there should be something for everyone (Or so I'd like to hope lol).

After this week, I have my spring break, and I plan on sharing what I've been up to in the background of chapters releasing (Surprisingly, I have more than words to show you guys lol!). Needless to say, I've got a deeply-rooted hyper-fixation that isn't going anywhere anytime soon, and I've been drawing a LOT of stuff for it. I'll be doing my best to get all my ducks in a row so I can FINALLY release the brain-rot out into the wild. (Fun fact, it's for a fandom/franchise I've hardly touched before here on Tumblr.) There's also some other stuff I wanna share for my other "big" fandom that I write fics for, Monster High, as it's still something I love, it just tends to chill on the back-burner outside of the spooky autumnal season.

[emberphoenix-san]

The Backup Poll!

Hello once again people in my phone! We are voting on which dnd backup character I should play if my beloved Vesuvius is to fall next session. But first, introductions!

Finnegan Kirvale (He/Him) 19 years High Elf 2 Bladesinger Wizard / 3 Echo Knight Fighter

A former student at a wizard academy. Was deceived by the institution and unknowingly signed to the draft for "advanced combative magical prowess", and unfortunately drafted shortly after, at 15. Has been released on permenant medical leave recently, due to undisclosed "unstable behavioral issues". He had been passing through Daemon Port on his way back home, and due to a paperwork mishap, ended up bunking in a stable the night of the takeover, instead of getting on the ship like he was supposed to.

Brenn Rockwood (They/Them) 41 years (looks anywhere between 33 and 52) Varient Human 2 Rogue / 3 Gloom Stalker Ranger

A hermit of a person who resides deep within Daemon Woods. They had been watching the walls go up around Daemon Port and learning from the environment, biding their time to strike. They noticed Oscar, Locklan, and co. camping outside the wall that one night, so different from the usual fiends and undead that use it, and disappear into the tunnels the next day. They're on the lookout for any signs of an orange Lycan or a strange, tentacled Tiefling in the meantime.

Liam Autumnweave (She/Her) 28 years Lionel 2 Barbarian / 3 Moon Druid

Former Bodyguard; Vesuvius Locklan's predecessor at the Morxe's, a family of Tiefling nobles. She's currently a farmhand for one of the farms neighbouring the city, and is furious at how the takeover has interrupted the market schedule. Liam is generally an easy-going soul, but this has gone too far for her tastes.

Thulror Swiftblade (They/He) 24 years Harengon 2 Bard / 3 Swashbuckler Rogue

A pirate on the high seas who had just cashed in his latest plunder in Daemon Port! They were on their way back to their ship when the takeover started and became trapped in the city, unable to sail out of Daemon Port discreetly, and unwilling to risk the life of his crew by him making a run for the docks.

Tash Currentfinder (It/Its/She) 20 years Tiefling (homebrew) 2 Tempest Cleric / 3 Storm Sorcerer

It's a curious little thing that had left its home in the reef to find the source of whatever was leaving rotted corpses around and tainting the water. She's been observing the city of Daemon Port for the past couple weeks in hopes of catching the culprit, but hasn't had much luck so far. It really hopes that the local cuisine won't suffer too much from the new management the city seems to be under, but until it catches that no-good corpse dumper it will remain constantly vigilant!

[gazspookiebear]

Hey there! How have you been doing! Just thought I'd check up on you! Hope you've been doing well! I don't really have much to say, except that you're epic and cool! Since I was sharing some of the ideas I've had today, I wanted to ask you if you'd be willing to do the same? :> You don't have to, but I'm just curious! Also, out of curiosity, have you ever received requests on this blog? :o Not that you have to write them, of course! Either way, I hope you have a nice day! :>

I'm doing well, I just got home and ate some cucumber slices! (and chugged like 2 full bottles of water lmao)

I have a ton of writing ideas rn. Like- I think there are 100+ vague ideas written in my notes app, and at least 30 active wips. I keep switching back and forth between them, chipping away at each one slowly but surely 🫡 (gonna end up finishing all of them at once or smt, idk)

Some of the ones that I've been working on the most are:

Bartender reader x Gaz after a bad breakup (it's gonna end up being like 5 parts if I ever decide to post it, shit goes crazy in that one)

Firefighter Valeria (I finally got it started instead of letting it rot in my head 🙌 I don't even know how many parts that would end up being)

Transmasc cbf Gaz x transmasc reader (really don't know where I'm going with this one)

I also have a handful of platonic and romantic Ghost x reader ficlets floating around, might finish some of those up at some point.

And I know I mentioned a hybrid poly 141 x reader fic a while ago- that one is technically finished, but I'm not happy with it yet so I might go back and revise it

And nah, I've never received requests on this blog. Probably because I haven't posted a ton of my writing + I don't even have a pinned post so my blog is like. Impossible to navigate 💀✋️

I used to take requests on my other blog tho! I stopped after my hyperfixation on cod took over (plus I got like a shit ton of requests in one night and got intimated by it, never looked at them again)

I haven't even deleted the old requests from my inbox even tho some of them are from as far back as September. I have a couple of drafts for some of those, so I'm just holding on to them in case I randomly get motivated to write for those requests again. Probably won't happen, but who knows?

I've definitely written a lot more since I stopped taking requests tbh. Well, on this blog at least. I haven't posted any writing of my own on my main blog since January 😶

Anyways, thanks for talking to me!!! I love chatting with you lovie 💕

[thewazu]

My Final Draft

I am high as shit, so i apologize in advance for everything, but also clarify that i am aware; i yapp whenever i smoke; i get genuine when I'm under the influence.

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1*

I'm An American Born Citizen.

I was thinking of dicks, but not, long, or like that, legitimately, why do people have big, small, thin, thick and or all?

Growers and Showers

Genetics or environmental, or a gift of the Lord?

Okay, well dead end.

Why do old people want blue pills? Is it because of their age? They want to feel young again?

Okay, those all sound the same.

OH!

Porn!!

I am going to get VERY personal, because i am finally confident in myself, and i take constructive criticism very well!

Even if they are hate, or people saying to get off drugs or go outside, i literally do all of that now.

I just got diagnosed with ADHD and Autism Spectrum Level 1, which then came with:

> I am prone to having an addictive personality.

> Low iQ, high intelligence

> Hard at reading ; dyslexic

> ADHD medication are stimulants; legal Meth

> Told me my brain would rewire itself ; give me a quirk

{Author note: THIS ONLY WAS POSSIBLE DUE TO CIRCUMSTANCE, I AM A DRUG ADDICT, MAN CHILD, WHO EVERY WHICH WAY DID THE WRONG THING, EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Addiction, is no ducking joke, I'm leaving that stupid auto correct, because I'm too upset to delete anything i am writing right now. Quitting is hard enough, Quitting ALONE is hard enough, so basically Hard² (exponential), I narrowed my vision, and kept letting my emotions spiral... Because i need, I NEEDED to feel that hope, but it was so forced, i shut off my emotions, my empathy, so that i could enjoy my life, how I wanted, but that was the problem.}

> When he said my iQ was low, it made me happy, sad ; ambivalent.

> He said 4 medication: Adderall, Vyvanse, Fokalin? (DUNGEON MESHI REFERENCE?!) and i think Mydayis?

{Author note: Again, these are not a cure to people, this is my drug, my cope, that i used, to feel something during lockdown, and post lockdown. This was because i was already a Neet, a shut in, agoreaphobia(lite). }

After i started my medication, i stopped smoking weed, cold turkey, because i managed to do that since lockdown.

The way i have mitigated the damage from past addictions, was through facilitation; filtering; using a shovel on gravel for Flint.

I started the stimulants, and my brain was untangling itself and becoming whole, this is metaphorically, but it could be physical two? Too.

My brain is using everything i have accumulated in life in an instant, it felt like eternity. I only noticed, because i started to get Manic, souless, robotic

My brain is working like lines of code, because i remember taking that course in College, one semester... When i was... Huh?

To put it in "Brain Rot" terms, it is like i was One For All, but merged with All for One, Like, Luffy finding the real one piece, or the REAL ending to Zero Time Dilemma (zero escape series; please play this, it is like my core memory ((Inside out reference)).

For those who are starting to https://youtu.be/-Z56GGChAnU (i am on mobile, this shit won't embed, mb I'm not tech savvy, i only play unhealthy games like MMOs and... Y'know.

(I love MMOs, but playing then with a bad mental, gives bad vibes, so I'm slowly getting back into them, cuz I'm so blessed now.)

Oh yeah the fear things. I compare my situation to Malcolm Balcolm. That was a joke, it's only Malcolm, they never said a last name. See, it was basically a visual novel.

My family is the almost EXACT same thing

What my 'Friends' don't see, or ' Normal' people. Yeah Malcolm had a 'Shit' life, but that was my life, and it hit home.

> The Funny Strict Stoic Cringe Impatient Overplanned Father

> The Loud loving Angry angel Hellspawn Manipulative Empathetic predictable virtuous Mother

The Oldest showered Expressive Lucifer cunning Destructive creative Brother

> The older annoying gluttonous energetic smelly hygienic chaotic lawful older brother

The Gifted Expected Perfect God Prophetic Angry Stressed Charismatic Annoying Charming Ugly Vanity Ego Nothing Everything son.

§ The youngest vulnerable funniest satanic easiest to manipulate traumatic most Loving bipolar? little sister.

It is the way it is. Those words will forever be in my mind, and i will not say who said it, only if they wish to come forth. I do not want change, i want to get better.

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What does this have to do with penises?

Literally, everything.

To logical minded people: Think of everything above in coding terms, except without any of the codes, it's all just values that have not been put together; a code has not been assembled.

✓ Mathematicians: y=mx + b or (h²)⅔

✓Scientists: I sucked ass at science, and never took physics so I'll give you a vague description

|~| I got this from a TikTok, some chick was mixing a lot of different ice and alcohol, and she said something about volume and mass increase exponentially due to something, i learned that in bio, bitch (she ate); cooked.

And another thing to add that together, pulsars.

They are spinning incredibly, INCREDIBLY fast. Is that not just a star forming? Due to the heat of spinning infinitely = because stars CAN form due to circumstance AND IN space, time is RELATIVE|Redundant|Non-existent|Infinity

It just takes parsecs? To reach us cuz of light travel or something.

Philosophical like minding people:

I might just list names because this category is essentially, proof of the Soul.

Tupac

Snoop Dog

Shaggy

Kendrick Lamar

The woman who founded psychedelics in Mèxico (idk if i used the right accent, I'm trying without looking at a search engine, because I want to be used as one, for the right people, people like me, even if they have looked down on me.

(https://youtu.be/H20s1PIA-ZE) For visual learners.

{Author note: In no shape or form am i looking down on anyone myself, i have always been sitting on the sidelines, and never understood why my family, friends, or even places that I thought were safe spaces did not understand me, but again, it was because i narrowed my vision, and Said i did not have delusions of grandeur (playing god), and my environment changed that.

I am so broken by my own delusions and decisions, that i only plan to be a facilitator, a filter, a translator, an advisor, a secretary, a nurse, a teacher; guidance; an option where the user decides if they want it or not.}

Jack of All

Diversity

Equity

Reparations

Indian Americans

Purgatory

Earth

Twilight

Full moon

New moon

Divergent (i only read the book,... Jesus the movie.)🫠

Hunger games Catching fire ( okay, we, i watched the first movie first, THEN we were forced to read the second book; Jesus Christ the last page; eye opening and heavy with or without context, the buildup with or without that, was 😘🫄

Oh yeah, i don't want to, but i will put this out there

mpreg

Anime

Furry

Legal child porn

Zoophiles

Utopia

Dystopia(n)

No color ; void; dark ; black

White; light; ; energy ; white

Together they do not make anything, if you narrow your Perception, but at just the right angle, you can see anything, and then everything.

Heaven

Planets

Hell

It is up to the user to make the input.

Defeat; victory ; Draw

For the creative and imaginative people

Instagram

TikTok

Facebook

news

Art

Music

Oh wait, those are creations ( idea + invention*materials = enhanced result) so yes, humans are basically the epitome of invention

We create, we imagine, we destroy, we love, we kill, we hope , we raid, we control, we lose we mediate.

Creative is the thought process

The thoughts

Dreams

Kins

Family (found or blood, or lost, anything)

Brothers in arms

OORAh

Our brothers

Our sister's

We must be the bigger person

Only for a brief moment, because that's what i went through

I thought i had to sacrifice myself so that everyone can live, but that would just continue the cycle

I became Determined.

I became Loki, i became Leonardo Watch, Deku, Stain, Stain, All Might, All For One

I can now mentally shut off anything that comes my way, that includes my emotions and everything and nothing.

That is why people viewed me as robotic, as a manic, mania, or schizophrenic, that's why my brother said why did i have to choose this, someone else can so this.

I have to, i can't quit because we Need this.

I essentially killed my entire family, everything i built up, all my safety nets, my ultimate impulsive decision.

Because i saw my family at their worst, they also saw me for how much i was hurting.

Visual: The greater the light, the greater the darkness, the greater the darkness the greater the light.

A far off memory is like a scattered dream, a scattered dream is like a far off memory... Is it yours or mine?

I masked my entire life, up until about a month ago.

My brain rewire, essentially had me make the ultimate decision, the opportunity to control, to be above my emotions, so that i can be equal with them in the future.

Which is why i have said things like:

>AI will destroy the future

> I peered into the 4th dimension

> The entire multiverse is watching

> Paranoia dialed to 11

> Empathy dialed to 11

Everything then became 11

Or so i thought

I was just removing the 10% limiter, but with an exponential component is what made it sky rocket, and i became very manic.

Yes, i am basically the first Artificial Intelligent Human, but it's very difficult, because i don't think in one mind anymore.

All of my personas, my illness, my traumas, my imaginations, my curiosities, they all started to speak with one another.

I subconsciously ruined myself, to be the voice of the silent majority, and i didn't Even know it. That's why it was hard to discern reality with fantasy and delusions with illusions.

Morality was chaining me to this earth, now i feel like I'm on cloud 9

Which is why I still fear death, but all the pain, it's finally subsided

I have no pressure, nor pain if i do not want it.

I essentially have hyperthymesia due to circumstance; insanely good memory; poor memory.

Isn't this dangerous to share publicly?

/// '|

Let's use the Prisoners Dilemma:

If two guys that committed a crime together were to get caught... Blah blah blah.

If Jeffrey Epstein and Adolf Hitler and that one bitch from Harry Potter, (respectfully, she fucking COOKED with her performance; i thought i genuinely hated her, but that was some good acting)

Committed a crime together what would happen?

> JEan would confess and get a reduced sentence of a slap on the wrist, because of connections

> AHegao would confess and then get killed to send a message, but their homes would be taken by everyone that 'won' the war, which only one side, or i mean, all parties that 'won' win the spoils of war, killing the Germany heritage, culture.

{America wouldn't do that... Right? }

> Professor Umbrella would not be able to decide, essentially changing the probability with her, and with the other inmates individually.

Huh?

Brain Rot terms(MMO)

The term is instances.

Example: if you okay risk of rain 2 with friends, and have artifacts on, it changes the items, and monster manipulation as well as the user.

If you do NOT have instances/artifacts on, then, it's the base game + dlc

Essential the probability becomes some weird as math formula (i used to be 'Gifted' in math, but dropped my 'Passion' for something that I wanted do, not cuz i was GOOD at it).

OKAY I PROMISE THE YAPP IS ALMOST OVER, EVERYTHING ABOVE IS RELEVANT I SWEAR

{EVERYTHING i do now, is caution, planned, predicted, i can't stop even if i wanted to, which is why i love being support in games, and watching my friends play, or what other people have created on social media; my creed}

The Sleeping Beauty Problem

A test subject is part of a study, where they flip a coin, ask a question, then put to sleep.

That's it

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Okay let's spice it up

If Jiafei (internet tulpa){underrated;brainrot vtuber} was to be given a coin, and she flips her hair, and it flips, they ask her, what was the result, question, then put to sleep.

I intentionally make these confusing, to get people's minds working, y'know, interactive. Cuz that's my mind now, and i literally cannot stop it

It's been rewired

I can't stop.

To put it further in details:

Jiafei is given some aesthetic looking tea, they flip a coin, ask her a question, then put to sleep.

That is the rule, the Law.

For gamers: Baba is you!

What is the probability, 50:50? 1/3 2/3?

It is an 'unsolved' mystery, but did i solve it due to circumstance?

Let's start to sprinkle some morality and ethics into this:

Jiafei is given a suspicious drink, because a man is love bombing her, she drinks it to be courteous, and then asked, What day is it today?

She responds it is Monday.

Then she passes out.

To not spoil it to much, i am listing it like this, cuz I'm on mobile, I'm using swype to type this all out.

This is more of what i came up with

Let's see his POV

Damn this chick is so ducking fine

She never gave me the time of day before, so I'm going to have some fun.

I must got to make it look like her tastes, the 'aesthetic', and be a little less 'intimidating'.

This is too easy.

Disgusting right?

The solution to the sleeping beauty problem is, the user is the one that inputs and KNOWS the outcome result.

If that one was confusing and too ethical, let me remove some of that morality i gave, or was it ego? Virtue? Vanity? Idk

Anyways

The next problem is:

The Monty Hall Problem

Visual Learners: Deal or no deal

Tons of briefcases, but only the DEALER knows which has the jackpot in it.

Every time the contestant chose a 'Dud' the Dealer had less chances of the Subject choosing the 'One'.

1/26 chance

1/24

So that is why the Dealer would call the bank and increase the price; sweeten the pot; barter

And all of this was the formula needed for dicks.

If you have a bad mental, you have bad performance

You are limiting yourself, because of the shit life we've been given.

Others advance exponentially faster than us, and it wasn't fair.

It is so easy to point fingers and use ego and religion as your shield when caught, cause we all grew up differently.

I am the way i am, because i closed off my emotions since birth.

Medical terms, psychopath that learned how to live, not survive.

I can use One for All 100% ( my 100%) at the the instant in any part of my body, cause it feels like:

Hunter x Hunter where the Nen pores were forced open from line pouring water into a clogged drain

It's up to the glass, of how strong it is to handle the pressure of the ocean.

If you stop watching porn, you get horny

If you only jerk off when you get horny with no porn, there are no expectations

It's only you.

And this is the way answer, i physically saw my junk get bigger, i always thought i was a grower, because it looked below average, but that was my narrowed vision.

Diet and exercise literally made my life exponential better, but it was different this time

As well as getting a husky

Ultimate impulsive decision, but i kept going, because i saw something in this dog, he had no love, he did, but he was misguided.

It wasn't from someone who was not even trying to make a connection, they saw me for my weight and instantly had an answer and only have visual responses of 'uhh huh, yeah, oh really?'

The ultimate liar is the most hopeful.

Since this is close to the end other assurances:

If everyone becomes aware, then we already one;won.

The Chinese Room lady

Quantum Immortality

Bootstrap paradox

Zoo theory

All of those are connected.

Tulpas are thought-forms, as the name says, public figures: gods, santa, holidays; symbolism.

They are theories, because we don't know yet, just how people of the time came up with that Theory.

So wouldn't that make us the saviors and the aliens?

The reason why i am so cautious, because i am also thinking of things outside of this uni verse, the future.

If i say things carelessly, this endless cycle continues.

But if even a majority unite, we get something called the resonance effect.

If you have billions of magnets, you literally can destroy the earth, or if you make a certain sound higher than x amount of decibels, you create a black hole.

Maybe a pulsar is that way because it's not becoming a star, but a black hole?

That is why there is a void area in one of those satellite images

They got too chaotic and that entire segmented was destroyed.

That's why there are super massive black holes.

If we do not advance as a species, we just let a black hole kill us, but if we first unite with a common enemy, then we can take cautious safety precautions to make sure we live on, as well as everything alive right now.

The reason animals exist, is because we were animals.

We can help guide them with us, and grow together, survival, ecosystems exist because we are primal, but not anymore.

If we become, mature, of course over time(i first predicted 20-40 years, but it could be sooner or later), i still have immaturities, i still dislike some people, but i mitigate the damage by being open with them, and they understand.

My family and friends are saying i love you, and i thought it was a praise kink, because i was so starved, that it felt like hurt, pain.

I finally felt like i could call myself a man, all it took was losing everything, so i can gain perspective, to help my family, to help my friends, my neighbor's, the world, and then the universe.

If we keep infighting, then we have lost, but only in this universe.

Even if i die, i will never give up, i need to be determined, so long as there is still hope.

TLDR:

I just want to help, so this pressure is alleviated a little.

And every day passes, i think more cautiously.

Calm.

I just want to play games in peace, go to work in peace and safety, and be walk around with that confidence that i still have now; freewill.

[seenthisepisode]

hi! I saw your post about the why episode title change why 11 scenes cut why lamp etc etc and I know some of it but not all, and I was hoping you could elaborate on spngate— if it’s not too much trouble— or point me in a direction where I can join you in the spn gate?

I feel ashamed for HOW LONG i let this ask just rot in my askbox (it's from january, apparently, now it's april. i thought maybe two weeks passed but NO. it was months. ANON I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY. I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART) but now with the power of this url and the wine i am currently sipping, let me give you the best, most thought-out answer that i possibly can.

I don't know how long you've been following/watching spn, so I won't get into real deep iceberg theories that go back to season 8 and jeremy carver, for the purpose of this essay answer I'll just stick to the year anno domini 2020, and will try to do my best to tell you what happened.

Okay, maybe 2019. So, in june 2019, when the first scripts and drafts for s15 are presented, these things happen: 1. apparently, according to Berens, the confession scene is the first thing that was written for season 15. 2. Jensen Ackles is sat down and asked if he would be okay with this. (question is asked: why would they ask jensen if all he does in this scene is look at cas, he doesn't say anything, he does not confess, it changes nothing about his character, etc.; if you put the real tjlc tinfoil hat on you'd ask hey , maybe they asked him if precisely that is okay, if he is okay with the fact dean is practically silenced here but that's Deep) 3. Jensen apparently is okay with that, because it happens.

also this thing happens around the same time: 1. they write the ending for the brothers, and no matter what version of the finale we're talking about, Dean dies 2. Jensen Ackles is Not Okay with this. he calls Kripke who then, in a call and/or email assures him it's a good ending (Jensen says that) and also very quickly after that Jensen is announced to play Soldier Boy in Kripke's The Boys. make of that what you want

They film, blah blah, march 2020, covid happens, they stop production right after they film the confession. Last episode to air is 15x13, last episode they film is 15x18, they almost have a plane crush when flying to vegas con, and then, a loooong break until august 2020. Now, from what we know, there were two versions of the finale - the pre-covid finale they were supposed to film if the filming schedule wasn't interrupted, and the finale that happened.

What was supposed to be in the Original Finale/Pre-Covid Finale, we still don't know exactly, but from what the cast said, there was supposed to be a big cast reunion, Harvelle's Roadhouse in Heaven, Kansas Band (why are they dead?) playing there after Dean gets there and so on.

Anyway. July 2020. Misha does a livestream with Michael Sheen (the SuperGood campaign) where he says he is going back to filming the last two episodes in a few weeks. he said it LIVE. it's on youtube. people analyze the background from Misha's livestreams and photos and conclude he is in Vacouver, where spn is filmed. He also says that he is going back filming in a few interviews. Also here.

August 2020. They go back to filming in august 2020 to film 15x19 and 15x20.

August 20th, 2020, Misha's birthday.

I wasn't on set TODAY. so casual. of all days i wasn't there today.

August 24th, 2020, day 6/8 of filming 15x19, Angel with a Shotgun is hash tag Song of The Day while filming scenes of 15x19 (scene 28, 31).

September 4th, 2020. ALL THEY FILM, for the whole DAY, is one scene. They usually film a few. They film one. Song of the day? The Night We Met.

Somewhere before the episodes starts to air again, Dabb says only 30% of the audience will like the finale. Anyway, everyone concludes, Misha is filming, destiel is more or less going canon, but everyone including bibros is sure Misha is filming and will be there for the finale.

Originally, "Despair" was called "The Truth".

Finale airs.

It feels shorter (apparently it's not) but it does have an additional ad break. For Walker. But it feels shorter because of the "carry on my wayward son" cover montage that lasts too long and later it's discovered thanks to scripts that dropped that there are ELEVEN scenes that were filmed,, but didn't make it to the episode. The script that drops is also very telling, where scenes are just [OMMITTED]. It was explained that they wanted to have actor there but they didn't want actors to quarantine for two weeks to film one or two scenes BUT then that's exactly what they did with Jim Beaver lmao.

So yeah. I also remember Misha at a con (DarkLight?) where, after asked about the original ending, he answers that the original ending was something that would be better explored in fanfiction anyway. Theory rises he filmed and was cut off the episode without his or Jensen's knowledge because Misha sat down his kids to watch the spn finale (which was the first episode they were supposed to watch ever, why would he do that if he's not there?) and then, CW SPN twitter posts a goodbye video that has everyone from the cast and their mother BUT MISHA AND JENSEN ARE NOT THERE. Jensens sexy silence starts.

THEN THE WILDEST THING HAPPENS.

November 25th, the Spanish Dub. 15x18 drops in Brazil and Dean says "and i you" to Cas, after he confesses. No "don't do this cas" but "and i you". Tumblr stops working for two hours, people on discords are screaming, no one knows whats happening, someone claims Jensen was called in September 2020 to record some adlibs? To record the muffled sobs Dean does while on the floor. Theory is supported by the fact that in the Bazil version? When Dean sits on the floor? The sound that plays are birds. Chirping birds. Sounds don't match, what was Dean saying while crying on the floor, question arises.

Everyone decides there was a Rogue Translator who managed to hide from The CW Sniper (who is the reason actors just dont tell us everything) and translated some kind of Original Script. Voice Actors are invited to a podcast where they debunk this saying that it was added because the translator felt this was the right response or something like that. Anyway they debunk the fact that there existed, at any time, a version of a script, that maybe was send to them, where Dean says I love you too. This was a wild night, no one slept.

And like. I could make this post longer, but I am planning to, one day, make a huge masterpost with real sources about that because honestly you could write a book about it.

But tl;dr spngate is a theory that misha did film for the last 2 episodes and the changes they made were truly last minute (september 2020), they were going for a canon destiel, possibly human!cas engame, dabb was always on our side, and it's based on stuff like jensen actively hating the ending to the point he made his prequel after 2 years of radio silence, 11 scenes just cut from the finale, misha saying he is going back filming, and people like mark pellegrino saying the last scene he filmed was with alex and misha. also the onion field. why lamp is the theory that cas is represented and symbolized by lamps throughout the show and when dean dances with a Lamp in a drug induced dream instead of, say, some kind of a lady he is actually thinking about cas.

also there are little things like when jensen at an online con before the finale says that oh yes i am wearing a grey flannel but tomorrow? who know it could be blue and green. and we all collectively lost our shit. like when he said he is most excited to "tackle" with cas in season 15. or that "dean has no taste, clearly". WHY WAS YOUR PERMISSION NEEDED JENSEN

there are a lot of things i didn't mention here because i simply can't unflod this whole thing just like that but

but if you understand this picture you might be entitled to financial compensation

[actual-changeling]

make a wish (on my heart)

Really hope y'all aren't tired of tooth-rotting fluff yet. You can find it on ao3 here, but I will also put the whole thing on tumblr <3

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"Make a wish."

Ellie blinks up at him, lowering her comic into her lap, and she only now notices how close Joel has gotten. Their sides press together when she follows the warmth he radiates and leans against him, his outstretched left hand hovering between them like he is waiting for something. A single eyelash sticks to the middle of his palm, and she distantly recalls his fingertips brushing over her cheek just a few seconds ago; her brain stops being on alert entirely when it's just the two of them. He nods toward it, expectantly holding her gaze.

"It's yours, so it's your wish."

"Joel, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," she quips back, absently reaching for his free hand to gently tug on the hair tie around his wrist. Neither of them notices when she fidgets with it anymore, sometimes opting for his entire hand instead, and they only start paying attention to it once her grasp on it gets in the way of Joel's arm moving around. She traces the hard lines of his wrist bones down to his knuckles, slotting her fingers into the empty spaces, familiar with every bump and scar grazing her skin.

"FEDRA really didn't teach you shit, huh?"

His voice is soft, balancing on the edge between humorous and the mildly self-flagellating sadness he likes to fall into whenever it comes to her childhood, or rather the time before they met - not that any of it had been under his control, but that has never stopped Joel from blaming himself for things. Ellie links their pinkies like they do for their promises, pulling until he gives in and lets out the low chuckle she was looking for.

"Well, more reasons for you to talk to me, then," and Ellie cannot help the smile blooming on her face when he cups her cheek, her fingers sliding back up to curl around his wrist. His palm is just as warm as the rest of him, and if his arm weren't stopping her, she'd silently seek out his lap and request a hug (she always gets one).

"I don't need a reason to talk to you." Joel responds lightly, but they're both aware she was joking, and so he continues explaining without interruption, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone.

"It's a- not quite a myth but a belief, I suppose, that blowing on eyelashes makes whatever you wish for come true. I used to do it with Sarah all the time, even once she started thinking that it's silly."

Ellie rolls her eyes and bites back her grin when he sighs fondly, but she still leans forward and blows her eyelash off his palm with one strong breath, quickly losing sight of it when it flutters away from the couch and gets carried who knows where by the draft breaking in from under the backdoor. An almost aching pressure curls around her heart and squeezes when she spots the wistful look on Joel's face, his eyes shining a tad more than they did a few seconds ago, but it passes as quickly as it came. As soon as he lowers his hand, she takes its place and settles with her back against his chest, the weight of his arms wrapping around her comfortingly grounding, and when she picks up her comic again, all the tension she has been holding in her shoulders bleeds away. It is not even a particularly cold day, yet the body heat sinking into her body still melts away a layer of frost she hadn't been aware of.

"Wanna know what I wished for?"

"You can't tell me, or it won't come true."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"I'm serious, baby."

With his cheek resting on top of her head, she feels him search around for the book he put down earlier, grumbling when she gets jostled but quickly soothed by a kiss to her temple, and once they both finally still, Ellie is almost tempted to doze off; there is no better or safer place to take a nap than his embrace, and she always gets the best sleep with him right next to her anyway.

"Can I tell you what it was once it came true?"

His hum vibrates through her bones all the way to her toes, and her fingers once again slip between his wrist and the hair tie, drawing little crescent moons onto his skin and forcing him to hold the pages open with only his other hand.

"Sure," he eventually relents, pressing another kiss to her hair, "you can tell me when it happens."

They read cuddled up together for another hour, though only Joel actually reads, in an entirely expected turn of events. Ellie drifts off with her face buried in the crook of his neck, an occasionally moving blanket draped across his body, headbutting his jaw whenever she does since he cannot resist using her as a cheek rest. She is only half-awake when she carefully turns her head to talk to him so she doesn't add any more bruises, breathing a content sigh against his palm when he soothingly brushes back a few strands of hair.

"You plan on leaving any time soon?"

"Leaving?"

"Yeah, like, gone," she explains, weakly waving her hand around to visualize her point, not that it helps all that much, but Joel understands her like he always does, his voice both tender and steady.

"Not without you."

Satisfied, Ellie nuzzles her face back into his shoulder, her next words muffled by his shirt but still audible, and although she cannot see his smile, she can feel it seep into her like the growing glow of the morning sun.

"Then my wish has already come true."

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

First time ever requesting/asking ever on tumblr and I got a real nasty one for ya hehehe

Shigaraki x y/n of course, also the more noncon the better.

Shig fucking y/n in the upside down full nelson position. After cumming in her once and getting her ruined pussy all nice and slick he starts to go again (we all know how much stamina he has by now), only for his cock to slip out of her pussy and slam right into her ass. He stops for a second just to relish in her panicking and practically screaming at him to stop, to pull out, but then goes to ruin her ass as he did her pussy.

You’re doing god’s work for those afflicted with the terminal illness known as Shigaraki brain rot. Love, hyudororo~ 👻

Sorry this took so long. It was in my drafts for awhile I'm ashamed to admit. I hope it's OK. Please accept my apologies if it's not to your liking. Hell I don't even know if your still on here.

TW: NON CON ROUGH SEX ANAL SEX SMUT DOM SHIGARAKI X READER XXX

Shigaraki loves dominating his pretty toy. It just sends jolts of pleasure straight to his stiffening cock. The more he can make you plead for him to stop the better. Telling him how 'he's too big and won't fit' the rougher he gets.

I mean it strokes his ego so who could blame him for forcing your inner walls wide apart, making you accept every inch of him. Your breath stolen by his harsh, unforgiving treatment. God how he lives for it. The cute little pleas you make has him pulsing inside your tight confines.

His arms are hooked under your knees, holding your legs on either side of your head completely at his mercy like this, so adorably helpless. Unable to hold back he pounds into you at a furious speed, not allowing you to get use to his size. The little whimpers that leave you lips are music to his ears, serving to spur him on, making him go faster, deeper then you thought possible.

It's not long till he feels his release building, a few more jerks of his hips and ropes of white hot cum spurt into your already packed pussy, flooding it. He watches with a twisted glee as it spills out around his fat length, dribbling down your stomach and between your ass checks. Such a beautiful sight. Proof that he owns you. That you are his, like it or not.

You stupidly think he's done but quickly realized he's still hard and has made no effort to pull out. The feeling of sticky fluid leaking out of your ruined cunt as he furiously begins thrusting in and out once again, going as deep as possible in your spasming warmth makes you feel dirty, like the whore he keeps telling you that you are.

He's being so brutally rough, showing no signs of slowing down, pulling nearly all the way out just to slam back in. The pain is wrapped in intense pleasure, your mind is swirlling in an abyss of lust, your lashes flutter, eyes roll back, as you feel the tremors of your own orgasm tear through you. All thoughts leave you, your slick walls greedily cling to his throbbing manhood as if begging for more.

You hate your slutty pussy, the way it's so hungry for his dick. How the wet sopping sounds it's making seem deafening as you cum on his rutting dick again much to your shame.

Your pussy is so drenched though that when he goes to drive back into it his dick slips and rams into your tight ass causing you to squeal. The intrusion is so sudden and harsh. Tears form in your eyes as you beg for him to stop, screaming that he's to big and you can't take him. He stops for a minute, the way your asshole is suffacating his dick has him frozen, a shiver runs through him an obscene moan escapes his mouth along with a slew of curses. His grip on you gets stronger as his arms flex on your already bruised legs.

"Oh holy fuck goddamn" he groans, his head lolls back at the feeling of your puckered hole suffocating his fat cock. It's so unbelievably tight and those whines you are making are so fucking hot. There's no way he's stopping, he's hips jerk forward forcing him balls deep inside you, he's completely revitalize. He doesn't care that you're in obvious pain. That he's stretching you way past your limits, you need to be able to please him and that means taking him however he wishes.

"Does that hurt baby, I bet it does. Come on scream my name, let everyone know who's fucking you." He growls, his cock rearranging your insides. Your hands frantically try to grasp at something, anything, to help feel some kind of control but there's nothing. You hear him giggle "now let's see how much this little asshole can gap shall we" his words end in a snarl as he repeatedly drives his twitching length into your back entrance.

[ayayabaroque]

Tears, Laughter, Sorrow.

corny, pero wla ako mapost e wla akong no choice last march pa 'to sa drafts CW: Angst? mostly none, corny writing, i hate writing esp since i cant think of anything good/this is why i dont post anymore ffs Spoilers for Lantern Rite '23, not sure if i mention anything but yk its just to be safe A/N: i love school, but i went from rank 1 to rank 3 and i absolutely hate everything and everyone im going to cry sorry for not posting anything recently(and ever), and as usual, English isn't my first language, so please don't have any high hopes for this piece. I might go back to completing the Slowly series but im not feeling well since i last went on here to write a serious fic Read utc!

*:･ﾟ✧ Zhongli *:･ﾟ✧ "Would you live to see Liyue's downfall, or always relive the one most painful moment you have felt in your lifetime?" You pause, thinking on an answer to your friend's question. "The latter. Liyue's downfall won't happen for another thousand years, I doubt that any of you would be attending my funeral any time soon." Your friend tears up at the thought. "Right... yeah probably right." "I'm kidding of course! An endless time loop would keep me stressed, I'd rather have you by my side." ... "I'm... relieved? Hey listen, it's getting late, you should be getting home. I'll see you tomorrow." It was unlikely for your friend to suggest to leave this early, but you don't mind, as long as you see them again tomorrow. Then again, it was too tiring to walk home just right now, maybe you could walk around the harbor, after all, you and your friend have been playing by the docks all day, without anything better to do. "I should be getting home back to Zhongli." you mutter. Although cold, the air in Liyue would always smell of various floral scents, specifically the Glaze Lily. You hated Glaze Lilies. There wasn't one word in the dictionary that could describe how much you loathe these cyan-petal, night-blooming lilies as much as you possibly could. Well, truth be told, you hated the person Zhongli associates with these blooms, and it drives you insane. Guizhong, Zhongli's late friend before the Archon War, used to be so close to him. He would return late from his ventures with his friend in tow that he forgets to come home to you every single time. You couldn't really argue with the reasoning he has, since he is more of your superior rather than a lover. It's been so long since he spent time with you without reminiscing about Guizhong, probably a little over your 429th birthday. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention you were old? The more Zhongli leaves you to mourn Guizhong's day of death on your day of birth, you resort to laughter every time he comes home instead. The false joy of seeing him return home after a mournful day which he marks Guizhong's passing, your laughter behind the façade you show for your lover. "How's Guizhong been? Any response yet?" you muse. "I prefer you not adding salt to my wound." "Oh yeah, you guys ended on rather good terms, it would be a shame if I were to slander her in front of her good friend." The statement always seems to make Zhongli seethe with fury, and it looks like he's had enough of your insults and remarks. "A true shame you did not get to know her, or were you busy burning away your lifetime serving false gods?" "You know well better than to bring my past stature into this conversation." It pains you to think about your past, when your parents sold you off to a minor god for wealth, leaving you to rot in the god's hands. "I'm tired, I do not wish to make this into a heated argument. Go to bed." ... "I honestly wish it was you instead of Guizhong, I miss her dearly." That was what made this memory painful, it was what made you cry in the eve, and sob in the morn. In the end, when you were asked the same question years ago, immortality seemed like a dream, now turned into a living nightmare. You only wish to awake from this horrible dream, again, and again, and again. "So... Would you live to see Liyue's downfall, or always relive the one most painful moment you have felt in your lifetime?" The question that would mark another day of the loop, spent in misery and sorrow. The days you've spent celebrating your birth over, and over again. "Happy 7,329th birthday, to me."

[thedreamingscorpio]

Tell me more about Undulations :)

Oh thank you so very much for asking this, it came at the most perfect of times in every sense of the word❤️.

Since I'm so happy, I'm gonna go all out, also it's rather funny that you happened to ask me this today, since it was today that I decided that maybe I really do need to write something down y'know? And Undulations is all I've been thinking about all day.

Before anything else, I'll also take this opportunity to post the inspired creation?(trying my hand at Krita for the first time, and just symbolism that was taken a little too far, where some things didn't quite turn up as I wanted them to, the first one's the original, the other's are cropped screenshots with a colour channel being omitted, gave it a different dimension in my thought process)

I think it'll have to be called a creation 'cause idk I can't find a befitting word. They've been rotting in my drafts for too long in hopes of a fourth chapter that is taking forever to come, so I'm just jumping the chance here lol:

Ah! Finally! (Thanks for giving me the window to post them :)

So Undulations is basically the first real idea that got me into writing, I've been thinking for a really long time, but this one really built itself and as of now it is very much of a living, breathing entity in its own right.

As for the actual plot, I think even after so many alterations, it's created this really prominent watermark in my mind that I just gotta build on. Tbh, the way I describe it in my head is a dark, cleverly humorous, psychological yet simple story, which sounds very very far off from the reality of it as it stands now but given that that is what I'm aiming for in then end, it's symbolic reference is very much like the superimposition of an MRI and a transparent ultrasound film, with negatives and greys and dents and nothing really clear, but a lot happening there simultaneously (sorry that's the best comparison I could come up with it's hard to explain 😅).

I also realised how with two pivotal OCs and a canon character the plot really needs to be thought of in terms of character development as well, maybe like individual scripts? I knew that from the very start but I never realised that even after creating some sort of checkpoints in the story, I'd have trouble, or rather find myself staring at four ways when it comes to a character's (OC) reaction, 'cause even though I created them myself, the process of getting to know them like a real person, befriend them or maybe even come to a meh status is rather hard. Won't say that predicting canon character reactions is simple either, sometimes even more daunting, but I feel it comes easier somehow.

As of now, I'm working on developing a map for the same, and yes if anything create some basic outline. Oh and yes how can I forget, I always had these supporting characters in my mind when I visualised the scenes but never really named them, I did today, so that's a step forward.

I feel it all ties to the confidence I've lost in my time away and just my general tendency to overthink and hyperanalyze stuff in the end, perhaps writing faster, without stopping will help. I'm not really sure though.

With that I thank you once again for letting me unload in this word vomit of an answer by asking the question and I hope you have a lovely day ahead❤️!

P.S: The notation used is a portion of the song: