#no answers just moar questions

[syncopatedid]

091305

Link Click S2E8: Whelp, aside from the hunch that LG was possessed by CXS when he made his escape, it seems all my other speculations were way off, so nothing makes sense again, d'oh! But did they ever explain if LG was back to being LG again by the time he was hypnotized and captured? It does feel like he's back to being LG for reasons, but it also feels like nothing has been properly explained and we're just supposed to assume things again. More importantly, what is 091305?!! I wanna say it's probably some significant event that happened on September 13th, 5pm that we haven't learned of yet (I guess the answer fans all wish it to be would be the date CXS and LG first met, no?), and I hope they at least drop some clues to explain that before the season's end. But if that photo was meant for CXS to find, wouldn't that mean that LG was aware that CXS knew his password? Or did LG let CXS see him type that in on purpose?! Also, also! Aside from that photo, isn't it a bit sad... or suspicious... that LG has no other photographs stored on his phone?! Did LG delete a whole lot of "incriminating photos" (OF WHAT??), knowing full well that only CXS will have access to it? Even the most inconsequential questions just keep piling up. p.s. and off topic: But when I was googling for answers/conspiracy theories for Link Click I really was NOT expecting this real-life article under my results and I'm internally screaming.

[asukaindetroit]

Post-Revolution DBH Headcanons: Android Culture Part 3

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Moar android cultural snippets for your perusal. As always, feel free to use but show me b/c I want to see where this all goes :)

The soft sciences have an absolute field day because of android cultural practices. While they were created by the STEM fields, which I’m sure Detroit had tons of job openings for pre-revolution, the soft sciences have a renaissance in the wake of android sentience becoming recognized. All of a sudden there’s a massive void of research into android psychology, sociology, the economic impact of giving them wages, etc. Cultural anthropologists flock to Detroit to witness the emergence of a new culture from a new sentient species firsthand. Grant money comes flooding in from government (how do these new citizens fit into our socioeconomic structure?) and private sectors (if androids are now entitled to wages, what do they want to buy with them? Inquiring marketers want to know). Androids are now entitled to get degrees and become scientists themselves—what’s the best way to create accredited education programs to qualify them for careers when they can just download a science.exe program? There are Questions to be Answered™, and where there are questions, scientists will go. They’re not a breed known for common sense. Fly to an active warzone to study the impacts of conflict on childhood development? Sure, why not. Drive to an industrial wasteland city under martial law that just stopped in the middle of committing genocide to document the cultural practices of the new sentient species conducting protests? Fuck yeah, it’s Science Tuesday, get in the car Anthropology Intern Guy we’re going to Detroit!

The Acespec/QPR scene sees a sudden boom. Androids aren’t inherently sexual beings. Though many do desire to engage in sex as a form of sensory exploration/input for their processors, or for the benefit of building emotional intimacy with a human partner, they fundamentally don’t have a libido derived from reproductive needs. CyberLife programmed the intimate partner models to have humanized “desires,” but they may choose to reject that when they deviate (other androids may incorporate bits of that programming just to explore what it’s all about). Some are built with ken doll anatomy and just don't care. Basically, the androids that do want sex often want it for different reasons than humans, and a large portion just…aren’t into it. Fortunately, a lack of desire can apply to some humans, too—so all the acespecs suddenly have a slew of potential queerplatonic partners who aren’t likely to get entangled in messy sexual or romantic hangups (am I projecting at this point? Probably!) Sudden availability of thousands of cuddle buddies who really, actually, don’t want to have sex makes post-revolution Detroit the San Francisco of ace relationships.

Android memes and social media. Androids develop internal networks for socialization using the remnants of CyberLife’s updating framework. They share their android-unique code-based art forms, dumb memes about things their human coworkers did, code patches to help accomplish different tasks, etc. There are subnetworks specific to certain model lines (think sort of like subreddits, but instead of topics it’s things like a/PC200 and all the male police models are using it to bitch about how the humans expect them to answer dumb legal questions). The memes involve android-specific oddities, like someone will say “I had three hundred processes running and one line of code got crossed and spit out 9f32e4ba8c237fec91 all of a sudden #processorfail” and then a hundred thousand androids will translate that to three hex codes and send off an image file to each other with the three colors and somehow that becomes an android meme for trying to run too many tasks at once and getting overwhelmed. Humans that see it ask, “uh, is this a new pride flag?” or, “do androids celebrate Mardi Gras?” And the androids start laughing. They now have freedom to express humor that humans have no chance of understanding. It’s a cultural in-joke.

^ An android meme example

Emojis require an update. The 2039 additions to the Unicode emojis includes a skin tone option for hand gestures and faces that’s a replica of bare chassis for the androids who don’t use synthskin. Other major android-additions are the three LED color rings, a thirium pump, thirium pump regulator, and other prominent android biocomponents, a droplet of thirium, and two hands clasped in interface. Rather than reacting with a thumbs-down emoji an android might use the red LED, or they might use the interface one instead of the hug if someone’s upset.­

This is an ongoing series of android culture concepts, so if you want a tag when the next batch is up, leave a comment! @iwillthinkofsomethingeventually @yeahhiyellow @starryeyedstray

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[damagedcoda6669]

is there anything specific that made u realize u were trans? really sorry if this is a weird or personal question!! u don't have to answer it if ur not comfortable ghfkfd I'm questioning rn because I daydream about being a hyper-feminine boy veRY frequently ghDKHG

tbh i think i kinda knew from the beginning but didnt have a word 4 it??? when i was rlly little i HATED being called by my name becuz it was 2 feminine, so i asked ppl 2 call me dude instead, becuz i liked how masculine it sounded and i thought it was silly when other guys called eachother that. but then that didnt rlly stick and ppl still insisted on calling me by my name so i came up with a handful of chosen names (dimitri was my first!!! i was liek 6) but nobody called me that either. i remember calling myself a tomboy whenever anybody asked my gender becuz i thought tomboy was a gender and i didnt identify as a girl LOL. i remember begging my parents 2 buy me boys clothes and i would often try on my brothers hats n stuff. i had "masculine" interests, i hated playing with dolls and i only watched "boys shows" (with the exception of mlp becuz mlp is awesome). when i was 12 i made vents abt having gender dysphoria. i would actively play as male characters in video games becuz i liked how happy it made me. and then one day when i was 13 i watched a video abt a trans person explaining their experience, and i finally had a word 4 what i was experiencing 2. and then when i was 13 or 14 i came out as genderfluid/nonbinary with the name lucifer, and as i became moar comfy in my identity i realized im a binary trans man :3 and the rest is history!!!

this isnt 2 say that this is gonna be every trans persons experience!!! some ppl dont have dysphoria, some ppl find out later in life, some ppl r nonbinary. this is just my experience <3

[echoofazem]

You know what I have? Insomnia. You know what that means? MOAR SHITTY FICLETS

“Go no further, my friends! The doors will close ere long.”

A flurry of activity, a chorus of panicked researchers shouting for Rammbroes had woken her barely half a bell ago. G'raha Tia had ordered them all out of the tower. He had vaguely spoken of leaving today, leading her… or perhaps letting her lead herself into believing he was bound for Sharlayan.

But she knew as well as anyone, that the tower couldn’t remain open. And the only other means of sealing it, Unei and Doga, had been lost to them on the Thirteenth. “There are things I want to tell you… things that I would act on, if only I had more time.” Last night came rushing back in a flood—the masterful way he had dodged answering why those words sounded so final. Instead, he had deflected with question after oh-so-curious question, his voice bright and inquisitive, and so very interested in her.

Until the flames of the campfire had died down. Until he had shyly draped an arm around her. Until she, tired to the point of delirium from battling through the 13th and facing the Cloud of Darkness mere hours earlier, had decided to use his shoulder as a pillow and allow the soft timbre of his voice to lull her to sleep.

Gods damn him. She didn’t want this. And if it had to happen… why did he make her fall like this first?

“So you are of a mind to seal the tower, G’raha?” They stopped just shy of the threshold, his smaller, lithe frame stepping out of the shadows, tail flicking behind him in nervousness. He kept his eyes on the Roegadyn, a half-hearted smile playing on his face as he began to speak of destiny, awakened blood, of a long-dead princess, and the promise his ancestor had made to help fulfill her wish.

A speech he couldn’t even finish without turning his back to them. To her. She wondered how much of last night he had spent preparing it.

Cid chimed in, helpful as ever, that they were decades, lifetimes even, from being able to understand or control the tower. And then came the moment she'd feared: “We could wait for someone, someday, to reach the same heights as Allag. But by then, we’ll have lost the royal blood and the means to control the tower. But what if I do as Amon did, and put the tower into a deep sleep?”

“I will slumber within Syrcus Tower until then, to greet those with the means to open the gates.”

There it was. The possibility had been gnawing at her since they left the clones behind, and yet still it struck like an icy spear to the gut. There would be no letters to or from Sharlayan. No “mayhap one day our paths will cross once more.” No more adventures or late nights by the campfire or giving into what had formed between them. She was never going to see him again.

And by the time he woke, when he stepped out into the world once more, any mark she’d made on the world would be gone. And the memory of a random adventurer he had grown close to but never quite close enough to lead anywhere would be washed out, pale and dull compared to the richness and complexities and wonders of a world that had reached the same zenith as Allag.

“Then I will guide them. And thus will the tower shine forth as the beacon of hope it was meant to be. ’Tis the only way to make the wishes of the ancients come true.”

At last, he met her eyes, then dropped his gaze to the floor his voice suddenly unsteady.

“The future is where my destiny awaits. But yours lies outside these doors. Go. Create a future where hope reigns, and the tragedies of the past are but memories. No one but you can accomplish such things.”

The others cheered, acceptance for his plan they were excited, inspired. Promising him he'd reawaken into a world where they'd carved the path for a better future, a world where he could return to.

But she felt only a tug. A pull toward the open gates of Syrcus Tower he bid them not to cross, a pull towards him. His eyes widened when he realized she wasn’t letting him go that easily.

“’Twould make me a hypocrite to stand in the way of you and your destiny, G’raha…”

“Wait—”

“One more moment. That’s all… I promise.”

His ears pinned back as she approached, tears suddenly welling in his eyes. Their audience faded into background noise.

“Forgive me… I…”

She reached for him, but he moved first—his hand cupping her cheek, thumb brushing beneath her eye.

She mirrored the gesture, fingers threading through his silky red hair, gently stroking the fur of his Miqo’te ears.

And then she kissed him, lips little more than ghosting over his skin, deliberately missing his lips by a fraction.

“Something to remember me b—”

He pulled her back before she could finish, rising onto the balls of his feet. The kiss was desperate. Hungry. A year’s worth of longing erupting at the last possible moment. Lips. Teeth. Tongue. His hands slid into her hair before traveling over her back as if trying to map out as much of her body as he dared to touch.

When they parted, breathless, his ruby eyes burned. “You are the star by which I chart my course when I awake. The light that will keep me going, no matter the darkness. I will carry you with me—always.”

“You needn’t feel bound to me, G’raha. I wouldn’t want my memory to haunt you.”

“Haunt me,” he said, voice ragged. “I beg of you.”

She moved to kiss him again but the air changed. Thick with aether. The Tower was done waiting. The enormous doors began to groan, beginning to close.

“Seph!” Cid called, “Hate to spoil the moment, but time’s up!”

Elezen and Miqo’te untangled themselves. One last look. One last breath held.

And then she ran, just in time to cross the threshold, before doors slammed shut behind her a cruel and heavy resonant bang that rattled her soul.

Sealing him and what might have been away forever. ~~~~~~~~~~~ hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr so i wanted one or two more pics for this but this happened

AGAIN! I'M CURSED, LOL Every time I do one of these the urge to go back to elezen grows. I MUST HOLD ON TILL I CATCH UP TO DT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *parrot screm* I'm totally not going to regret complicating their relationship when Hades appears. NOT AT ALL.

Have a beautiful morning, afternoon, evening or night there lovely peoples xo

[screams-in-writing]

Moar fluff snippets ‘cause I enjoy writing ‘em (and I need some more time to edit other wips):

13- cuddles of consolation (2nd pov)

You’re working at the cafe when Mr. Puzzles decided to visit out of the blue.

This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, since he loved to find any excuse to spend time with you. It tended to translate to him wanting your undivided attention with Puzzles giving you his in return.

But today, instead of sauntering up to the counter to flirt outrageously with whatever film he decided to recently take inspiration from, the tv headed man was more subdued.

In fact, he didn’t even look in your direction as he slipped into the secluded area of the cafe in the back corner.

And stayed there.

Interesting, and perhaps a little concerning.

Once you finished up your shift about an hour later, you get yourself a snack and a drink before joining Mr. Puzzles in the small, quiet space in the usually bustling, lively cafe.

Upon entering the small alcove, you find Mr. Puzzles scrunched up on the seat closest to the wall.

Hearing you, the man raised his head to show off a worn-out expression across his screen.

Shoving the table away from Puzzles, you sat down alongside him, which he was quick to take advantage of.

As expected, he was seeking comfort, but not in a way you’d anticipated.

But honestly?

You ought to have expected this to happen at some point when Mr. Puzzles just removed his metal television head and gingerly set it down on your lap.

The rest of the man’s body held in place, as if uncertain what to do with itself.

While you caressed the edges of the screen and the antenna, Mr. Puzzles’ body finally moved.

It scooted closer to your side, pressing up to you while an arm went over your shoulders.

“So.” You glanced down at the tv screen, and see bits of static here and there with digital eyes closed, and a content technicolor smile. “I don’t suppose you did something to upset Smg4 or one of his friends, did you?”

The digital eyes flickered open then closed at once as Mr. Puzzles grumbled something through the static in his speakers.

“Did you deserve it?”

A long, exasperated sigh emitted before Puzzles twitched his exposed neck in a nod.

“What am I going to do with you?” You patted to the side of the bowler hat.

In answer, Mr. Puzzles lifted your hand back to his antenna with the arm not over your shoulders.

“It was a rhetorical question.” You stated, pinching the metal between your fingers and giving it a little yank.

Quiet static became an interested purr of electrical sputters.

You remembered to quick turn the dial on Mr. Puzzles volune to prevent his moan and ‘please, more’ to not echo into the cafe. As you did you let go of the antenna and after seeing the confused expression, smiled at the man, and turned his tv head to face away from you as you lean into his body’s side. You swat the hand trying to return the metal tv head to its rightful spot, but you just said ‘no’. There may have been a whine over that but it could have just been feedback from Mr. Puzzles speaker at a lowered volume. Shrugging off the man’s arm, you give his tv head a quick hug before placing it on the table, and sprawling yourself over Mr. Puzzles’ lap and chest.

Being poked and prodded gave no response nor encouraged you to move. Mr. Puzzles couldn’t turn up the volume on himself with where his head was, so you couldn’t quite hear what he was saying. But you got an idea when the body’s arms wrapped snugly around you and the neck nuzzled along your shoulder.

“Ssss-ne-sne-eak-akky-yyy.”

A guttural, hoarse whisper choked out near your ear as what made up Mr. Puzzles neck lingered alongside your head.

“Your vocal cords from when you were fully human work?” You twisted in the man’s grip as you carefully run your hands along Puzzles wire-wrapped neck.

“Yeh-yeg-yes-esss.” A raspy breath. “Ddiv-diff-ifica-ga-ficul-icullttt.”

“I had no idea…” You’d felt the faint vibrations beneath your fingertips. “Does it hurt?”

“S-s-ssomm-omm-mme.” Mr. Puzzles admitted with a wheeze and even a cough.

“More difficult and painful here in my world versus yours?” You asked, petting the wires carefully down to Puzzles shoulders.

“Mmhmm.” Was verbalized mainly with a breath versus a voice.

“I’m sorry. Do you need to put your head back on?” You let go and leaned back. “I was just playing around with the volume. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Iii-issss-all-all ri-ight-ghtt.” Mr. Puzzles’ hands gently squeezed you into his chest. “Can-cannn-annn leav-eave-eve but vol-lllum-ume-e up-p-p?”

“Of course!” You lean out of Puzzles’ embrace and reach around to fiddle with the dial as a slow sigh emits. You rest your hand on top of Mr. Puzzles’ metal head. “Sorry.”

“You didn’t know.” Mr. Puzzles said simply, no upset tone in his voice. If anything, he just sounded weary again. “Let me hold you?”

You leaned right back into Puzzles’ body’s waiting arms.

As the two of you snuggled, you fell asleep, closely followed by Mr. Puzzles.

It was proof to how much Puzzles needed the comfort and how tired you actually were that neither of you woke up to the gasps and stifled screams of some of your coworkers.

As it turned out, not all of them actually realized that Mr. Puzzles’ head came off of his body.

Another coworker, who just rolled with everything he saw, snapped a picture and printed it off on the printer up in the podcast room to leave it on the table for you and Mr. Puzzles to find.

You would snatch the photo up to put on your wall at home while Mr. Puzzles, with his metal head back where it belonged, mumbled under his breath about people needing to be more considerate of other’s privacy.

That tirade ended when you planted a kiss in the middle of Puzzles’ screen with a loud ‘mwah’ sound that made someone outside the alcove wolf whistle, and another loudly announce ‘hell yeah, kiss that tv man!’

Both you and Mr. Puzzles wore matching blushes when eventually emerging from the alcove despite doing nothing but cuddling and trading kisses with one another.

14- cuddles after being touch-starved (1st pov)

I wasn’t entirely certain about this.

It seemed much too fast, even if I desperately wanted to join you with the all but open invitation given to me.

The cozy, relaxed atmosphere and the soft material of pillows and blankets before me haphazardly tossed together in an inviting place to relax was so, so tempting.

But it was too good to be true, wasn’t it?

Was I lying to myself that you actually wanted me to spend time with you?

The doubt lingered as I stared at your living room floor, covered in a ridiculous amount of those pillows and blankets.

The invitation of comfort and company was something I yearned for, yet I couldn’t help but think it was meant to lower my guard. To hurt me in some way, when I wasn’t paying attention room to my surroundings.

I lifted my gaze from the soft items to see you sprawled on a patch of it, looking entirely relaxed and at peace with the world. I hesitated a moment longer, before I lowered myself into the comfy material, and lie on my side facing you while supporting my metal head with a pillow and a blanket shoved under my wire-wrapped neck.

Uncertain when or how it happened, I soon met you in the middle of the soft bedding, and went inert, craning my neck to meet your eyes with a wary static expression.

Was this really okay?

It was, for you, as you encouraged me to indulge in the thrilling sensation of holding another person in a loose hug, with no violence forthcoming.

I sagged with an internal sigh of relief as you ran your hands over my head, then down to my neck, where your fingers lingered. Shivering at the touch, I leaned into it as you trailed your hands down to my shoulders. Letting out a faint noise, I pressed back into your gentle caressing, before going still when you moved to my collarbones. I peeked at you with an undoubtedly flushed expression across my face, the screen dancing between a full on blush and a sheepish one when one of my speakers squeaked out a funny static.

You gave me an amused look at that, then continued to explore my collarbone before you abruptly placed both hands palm down on my chest.

I sucked in an unnecessary breath, then practically melted as I noted that you were listening, in a sense, to my heart beating with the aid of mechanics within to keep it beating with all the changes I’d made to myself over the years.

Your hands remained in place, and surely you noticed the quickening pace of the heart beneath.

I reached around you to clasp my hand over yours, then brought my other hand over to lightly grasp your wrists to lead you to my head again. Settling comfortably on the pillows and blankets I sighed wistfully as you brought your fingers to my screen to trace down along through the static fuzz that reacted to your skin’s touch.

Eventually, I was overstimulated from the static building up, and scooped you into my arms while I discharged it swiftly through my antenna with a sharp crack of electricity.

While you laughed at the unexpected sound, I happily drew you even closer to me.

This had been a good idea on your part; a quiet home, a comforting sensation of the soft bedding to rest on, and the feeling of being cared for.

I would have to give you the same care and attentiveness in return when I was feeling better and could devote my attention entirely to you.

For now, I would enjoy this quiet moment.

15- squeezing them tightly (1st pov)

(Note: I. Had fun. Interpreting this prompt after seeing the wotfi ‘24 trailer with Mr. Puzzles in the engine room and drafted this before the wotfi came out).

Tags: Sort of (?) suggestive content for this one. Cause. You know. Wires. But sfw here.

-

I believed that Smg4 and his friends would soon be rudely barging in an attempt to stop me.

Well, wouldn’t they be surprised to know that I was ready for them this time?

Without a sound, I used one of the trailing cables to snap up the intruder with ease. Already, I had plans forming in my mind with how to deal with whoever it was, as I brought my now-captive to be face to screen with me for better delivery of any threat or taunt to be had.

Instead, I froze up the moment my gaze landed on you.

I said your name shakily, static muffling my speakers. Swiftly, I loosened the cable wrapped around you. Shifting my face to a strained technicolor smile and worried digital eyes beneath a furrowed brow. My voice was as shaky as my smile was.

“What are you-“ I spluttered to a halt, paused. “Why are you here?” I eventually demanded, the worry trickling into my tone. “I could have hurt you!” Anger came next, covering my fear. “You shouldn’t be here! I didn’t…why are you here?!” I unintentionally gave the cable around you a squeeze while I went about frantically barricading the engine room.

Oh, this wasn’t good.

I couldn’t-

You made a tiny noise.

My metal head snapped to attention in your direction, worried again that I’d possibly hurt you, but what I found instead was rather…interesting.

Telling.

You were flushed in the face and looking mortified about it.

“Oh?” I loomed closer while using the cable to bring you closer. A hooded look with a sly multicolored grin planted itself on my screen. “Do you happen to like this current form of mine, my dear?” I growled the last bit in a deeper tone while my smile turned into a giant, eager grin at your deepening blush. Loose cables rustled restlessly around the engine room as I reached up with a hand to go beneath you. Carefully, I settled you on my palm, but instead of freeing you from the cable around your middle, I instead playfully directed a few more cables to wind around your legs and arms. I unwound them now and again, amusing myself by making different patterns around you while you wriggled in my grasp. You did an adorable flail when I removed all the wires but the one around your middle that you finally grasped in your hands.

My laughter, the less manic kind, rang out in the large room as I slowly lowered my head closer while waiting to see what you’d do next. The entire room rattled again when I reacted to you carefully biting the wire.

Oh?

“Be careful, my dear.” I chuckled lowly and curled my fingers around you to make it so you only saw the wide grin on my screen. “I’ve got the upper hand right now. And much more.” I raised the cables and lowered them while staring directly at you.

Another bite, and a defiant expression with the blush that remained.

I didn’t know it, but I was also blushing, along with a heart rate across my face and eventual heart eyes at another bite that went straight to my body despite the cable that just question protruded out of my back.

Digital eyes met yours.

I forgot about Smg4 and the others for a moment while I lavished attention on you, and received pets to my screen that was currently much bigger than you in return.

-

Smg4 was understandably traumatized by the sight of you and Mr. Puzzles, in a bigger form connected to the engine room, making out as best the both of you could with one of you only having a screen as a face. Not to mention you were much smaller than the screen so it looked like you were trying to hug Mr. Puzzles’ screen as he held you with one hand to said screen, and one carefully cupping beneath you to make sure you didn’t fall from such a high height.

Smg4 was quick to retreat, leaving the doors open a crack, suddenly very content to wait for Mr. Puzzles to notice that he and Mario had made it to the engine room. While Smg4 was questioning his life choices up until this point, Mario just lifted a phone, eyes crossed, and took a picture. With a brighter flash than the phone ought to have had.

On one hand, it got Mr. Puzzles’ attention.

On the other hand, fighting was made incredibly difficult because Mr. Puzzles really, really didn’t want to let go of you.

In the end, you ended up being brought outside the engine room to revolve the matter. It was luck that Mr. Puzzles didn’t end up getting destroyed along with the engine room, but you wouldn’t get to see the man for awhile after he was arrested for all he’d done to Smg4 and the others.

At least you were able to visit Mr. Puzzles now and again, eventually.

[feltcaverns]

But seriously, none of you people fucking get it.

There are rules to this shit. Okay? And if you're not intuiting them, you're not doing this right.

Fuck, it shouldn't be necessary at all for me to do this. But you keep fucking up like this in front of me, the least I can do is tell you some goddamn basics.

Number one. Don't fucking try and overshadow the main man. This ain't your rodeo, it's his. If you try and jump off your horse so you can impress the crowd, you're gonna just end up eating shit. Stay in line.

Number two. If they didn't sign up for this, don't fucking target them. Should be obvious, but for some of you, it doesn't look like it is. Don't post about muppet drugs in the replies of normal fucking people.

Number three. If he says jump, do not ask how high. Just fucking jump. Have any of you even been in a cult before? Don't answer. I don't want to fucking know. The brotherhood is an embarrassment in its current state. You people need organization and a cutoff point, but that's a whole separate issue.

Number four. Lurk moar. I'm 100% serious. Know your fucking lore, kiddos. If you don't know my name, and it ain't fucking Elegy, then are you really in the right place? Read a webcomic and come back later.

Number five. This is war.

What, you think I'm joking?

Every fucking day we'd wake up and figure out new ways to make him question our sanity. We'd create events spontaneously. We'd organize shit to surprise him. Entire arcs. And you know how much contact we had with the enemy directly?

Nearly fucking nil.

You people need to shape the fuck up, study your fucking history, or don't bother participating at all.

[deadheaddaisy]

for the truth or dare ask game please!

share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

what made you choose your username?

link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

Ooooh, MOAR questions!

share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

Carry snack packs and muesli bars in your car to hand out to homeless people; sometimes it's the only meal they'll get all day.

Otherwise, in a country with frequent load-shedding, I keep bottles of water frozen in my chest freezer (usually 5 litres each) so when the power goes out, the frozen water goes into the fridge. It keeps everything cool enough for about 18 hours of downtime. I realise that not everyone can do this, but if you can - worth it.

what made you choose your username?

I love daisies and I dig skulls. But the fun kind. And rainbows. So when I went on a graphic design course and had to design a logo, I chose Deadhead Daisy (also deadheading a daisy bush allows for more prolific flower growth so I get a pun on top of it). It sat on my hard drive for years until I decided to use it in lieu of my regular profile, which just doesn't speak to me any longer.

link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

@glitter-and-metal's Malcolm Reed video using the song Rim Tim Tagi Dim by Baby Lasagna. Every word in that sentence should indicate why I adore this piece, but just in case not - it uses some of my favourite scenes to some freaking awesome music to shine a light on my blorbo and show off his BAMFness (and in that wisp scene, Dominic's acting chops). I have watched it an unhealthy number of times, including while getting the link for this answer...

Thanks for the ask!

[kiyomitakada]

hi. how are you so good at making your thoughts clear and literate when you post? your analyses, i mean. i struggle to articulate my thoughts into most anything other than incoherent screaming. i like your posts and fics, thanks for making them, and for answering this question.

hi thank you so much this is so sweet of you??? i always feel like being articulate is the hardest part of Posting so this is super nice to hear!!

the tl;dr for advice is to read other people's analyses and also to just start posting even if it's bad because this is the only way to improve. however i accidentally ended up writing a whole guide so here you go i guess?? i apologize in advance if i sound like light yagami (or worse: beyond birthday) + disclaimer that no one else should take posting on the internet this seriously i’m just kind of like this

1: Lurk Moar

perennial rule of the internet. for meta this means i read other people’s meta like borderline constantly. if you are in search of good meta i always recommend @/mikami (especially this yagamane analysis which is one of my favorite things ever) or these two novel length light analyses by @/casuistor. not because i agree with everything said there but because these posts are just really well written with supporting evidence and thorough analysis and all that stuff!

part of this is because reading well thought out and organized analyses helps me structure my own thoughts better, the way reading anything makes you better at writing in that style. part of this is because it’s a great way to get inspiration either in the “holy shit i was just thinking about this a week ago, that’s an aspect i never considered! awesome!” or a “this is so fucking incorrect i’m going to tear my hair out” kind of way. either way i look at my reaction like Huh i really liked/disliked that, wonder why? and figure out a new thing about myself and the way i think about this manga

2: realize that no one else will analyze the stuff you want to analyze

this isn’t actually entirely true but it is useful to believe. e.g. i spent all of june 2024 seething about how i couldn’t find any good posts about misa and so i decided i had to do it myself. Who Else Would Have The Guts or whatever (most of my early posts are about misa because i just really had to get her out of my head). even if you think your analysis is bad/incoherent it is always better to post than to do nothing!

also this has the beautiful effect of getting other people who care about the stuff you care about to engage with you, which means you now have a shortcut to finding other good posts about The Character(/Dynamic/Theme/etc)! yay! rambling about misa helped me find so many misa fans who i could not previously find because tumblr’s search function is terrible. it ALSO inspired a bunch of cool people to post more about misa which inspired me to post more about misa etc. great cycle!

3: (this is the actually important one) figure out what your incoherent screaming is actually About

clearly if you want my advice about coherent analysis then that means you have analysis in your head already! that you really want to talk about! it’s just not making it out for some reason.

like uhhh let’s take the car scene. i’ve been insane about the car scene for months. what makes me insane about it? which panels/lines/actions make me jump up and down in sadistic glee?

like, okay, that’s kind of specific but let’s say it’s because i’m really invested in light being the most terrified he’s ever been. he panics. he isn’t thinking clearly. how can i tell he’s not thinking clearly? because he goes for an emotional argument (dad! you believe L over me?) before he thinks of the logical one (listen, dad, if we were the kiras we would have killed you by now). okay now we are COOKING we have an argument AND evidence for it! what can we do with that? a lot of things: compare and contrast (what’s another example of light trying to convince people of things — the warehouse. where he pulls out the figures about how he’s lowered crime immediately) or just say he loves his father so fucking much and i’m Upset about it (this is true)

like basically the process is i take the one thing i specifically want to scream about and then i pry my brain open to see Why i want to scream about it. and then write it out. which seems obvious now i put it like that but truly writing it out is Necessary it’s the only way you are ever going to be able to talk about anything online!!! you need to actually write the thing!!! it’s terrible but it’s true!!!

TIP: you can usually figure out what you want to talk about when you think “wow i really want someone to send me an ask about this so i can ramble about it.” sometimes people will literally post in the main tag “please send me asks about X so i can talk about my opinions.” which is cool and all if your brain works off prompting! mine does too sometimes! but if you are desperate for an ask as an excuse to talk about something you already want to talk about… then you can just talk about the thing. the new post button is right there. you don’t need anyone’s permission you can just rant to your heart’s content because it’s Your Blog! how awesome is that!!

OTHER TIP: you’re probably thinking “but i still can’t word this in a way that completely conveys what i’m thinking ughhh” - yeah unfortunately that just takes practice. it sucks. the good news is you WILL get better but only if you actually start posting

4: (bonus) how to not be fucking annoying

this is hard. i am an annoying person by default. however here is a short list of things you should probably avoid while posting for an audience/in the maintags:

“why isn’t anyone talking about this/i wish more people talked about this/there aren’t any posts about this because of bigotry” - so true and real, i think this sentence often, but it will get people immediately defensive and that’s probably not how you want them to start reading your post

“god people are so WRONG about x interpretation, clearly it’s y interpretation” - so true and real, i also think this sentence often, but Do Not Say This It Is Rude. i know i was literally just talking about how good a motivator spite is but don’t, like, actually let that spite leak into your posting. just start with “i really like y interpretation because…” and go from there.

“okay sorry i know im probably wrong and everyone has already said this a million times but” - i do this constantly and have to catch myself because insecurity is not really attractive and people don't want to reblog posts that start with you self flagellating twenty times

diction-wise i guess it’s best to land somewhere in between “way too formal for manga analysis land” and “incorrectly appropriates aave every five seconds to talk about rizz and gyatt” but everyone talks differently, you do you! honestly just keep your authentic tone and people will feel more comfortable around you. probably. i say this as someone who steals phrases from other tumblr users every five seconds.

if you are finding it hard starting a post when none of these post openers are available to you then in my experience “today i am thinking about…” / “remember when…” / “i love that…” / just directly stating your argument (from the prior example “light is so much less logical in the car scene”) will not steer you wrong.

5: have fun and be yourself :)

sorry this sounds sarcastic considering everything else i just said but sincerely. this is for fun. have fun!

[centrally-unplanned]

A question for the military tech people out there - how much of the arc of WW2 tank design was innovation vs process & economics?

The default portrayal is one of innovation, but it gets more complicated when you look at it - its not like the Panzer III was made with a 37mm turret because the 70mm turret wasn't invented yet (they even made a prototype with one). Amoung other factors the ideas was that you don't need a turret that large - peer tanks didn't have enough armor to bother. But then some showed up that did (and again, not like idea of MOAR STEEL PLATES was new), so now you need a bigger turret. And like oh sure gasoline vs diesel engines, but automobile diesel engines are around since the 1920's, etc. And meanwhile designs like the IS-2 or even the Churchill are just more expensive that smaller peers; so like in 1935, when you aren't at war, its too pricey, you gotta equip your existing units under a budget. But then suddenly you are spending 30% of your GDP on the war and you don't give a fuck anymore.

Obviously there isn't going to be this definitive line between the innovations of science & the innovations of process learning & budget. But still, the question "could you have built a Tiger II in 1935 if you wanted to?" does seem like it should be answerable in some way. What parts couldn't you build, at what year could you have, etc.

Who am I kidding, the answer is almost certainly "oh buddy its 100 million incremental innovations of ill-defined codependencies that you are never going to be able to untangle for even a single tank design".

[elderwisp]

📩 Simblr question of the day: What's your MOST used pieces of CC? From skin details, to hair, to shoes, and clothes, what are they??

Bonus Simblr challenge: Make a sim with all of the aforementioned pieces of cc >:) (Completely optional :))

answer in whatever way is most comfortable for you and feel free to share this SQOTD around, make sure to use the hashtag SQOTD and tag me in separate posts ~ 💛

oke! i'll include creators i typically go to first or just some neat finds! :D

꩜ CAS:

skin overlay | eyes | nose mask, lip mask, and eye mask (love! these!!) | eyebrows (37) | misc details | moar misc details | hair | hair overlay

꩜ Clothing:

top | pants | shoes (dr martens are such a staple lmaoo)

꩜ Accessories and Makeup:

lashes (n1) | necklace | nails (by c-cerberus but taken down) | piercing | earrings | eyeshadow | eyeliner (n12) | lipstick | blush

[sharonisthebettercarter]

Hai.

How do you measure your top and bottoms? I will likely greatly regret asking.

oh HIIII @diamonddung~<3<3<3!

why yes. yes you will<3 i never did get that answer on fiona's nick valentine % <3 tho you may need to amend billy's % lmao<3<3<3

as a bonafide too queer to function lunatic and multishipper who *hates* catty supremacist false dichotomy fandom bullshit because of all the unnecessary problems it causes (you know me, lmao, bit of another psa in here i guess given multiship tags and yes, i am still upset about the thing with the artist)? ya know i'm a little out there and not quite with the 'in' crowd of the chunk of cis het women who take party~ in the shipping world~<3 no shade, but it does tend to change one's perspective. i do feel there's lots of shipping discourse that may miss the mark/certain character elements in favor of...

well, normally just plain ol' over-sexualization from some horny ass people lfmao, (homie's scene with doppelhomie is a good example, the trauma presented on his face was ignored in favor of the selfcest fantasy, but in antony starr's words, homie wasn't interested, he was traumatized :((() but also unfortunately... echhh i gotta say it!

hetero-normalizing gay ships and then treating the kink presentation like a goddamn religion... the amount of times i have those 'are the straights okay???' moments are just...

LMAO, all in good fun of course<3 let's not kink shame.

it's fine to have different kinks and discourse, disagreements over how you view characters or what you like, even be enthusiastic with your own views and shout them out to the heavens~! it's *NOT* fine to try and police, dehumanize, or discourage others from enjoying what they like just because it's *different* from you and they exist in a *shared* space.

friendly important reminder to *ship and let ship*, *art and let art* however that may be. even if i don't like the way a ship is presented or voice how *i* personally feel about it, i would *never* try to or even have the gall to tell someone *no, you can't do that, my way or the highway*

It does NOT *exclude* you to *include* others. It costs nothing to be *nice* or simply DNI. This is NOT a dichotomy. Fandoms do NOT need additional toxicity and bullying over something so *trivial* as fictional bullshit. EVER.

"i don't like bullies... i don't care where they're from." ;)

anywho~<3 i love top/bottom exploration because i have a very bad BAD~<3 dominance kink, but switching definitely gets the most downplaying/ignoring with a heavy focus on... mmm, i suppose often, more superficial elements half the time and i'll admit some of mine def are~ lmao nose size. and i don't say that to dissuade any writers, young or old. i say it to *encourage* moar deep diving<3<3<3 and even questioning the way you might think/listening to new perspectives~<3!

we all start somewhere and have times of exploration/learning~<3 learning moar and challenging yourself? that's a *good* thing<3<3<3 but sadly, not always valued (it should be!) :(

but apart from canon dynamices/character depth/personality to the best of my ability/understanding? the long answer is ANAL GAPE~<3

among other things, i'm sure that makes no sense whatsoever<3 because some other factors do get thrown in. intelligence because i'm a morosexual and LOVE big dumb tops<3<3<3, practicality super anuses are a death trap to not be played with however super phalli~, and weirdly... nose size. i'm not kidding!

yeah i know some idiot out there told me nose size is apparently related to phallus size and testosterone levels OH WAIT-- but oddly enough...? i think there may be some kinda instinct there LOL, because it seemed to registered in my brain the same way i registered my top/bottoms for the most part, even *before* learning that...

and i *swear*... i'll come back to this shit cause it's hilarious, but even in fanart, you'll see many artists subconsciously/purposefully give the guy they want to 'top' a bigger nose... even if he has a smaller one. ;)))))))))))))))))

BUTT ANAL GAPE! WHAT IS IT!?

not the nasty version ya nasties~<3

it basically boils down to... how big of an ASSHOLE is this asshole... just wide do those booty cheeks spread with the level a disrespect-- how *badly* does he *need* a good railing and prostate MMPH~<3<3<3! or even spanking~<3 how much of a control freak is he? how stubborn~? how far do those bitchy manipulative little devil vibes go~<3<3<3 what does he *want*? really want. figurative dick energy? is he compensating for something? is he in need of, holdin' out for a hero~<3<3<3? how so? how far from the goal of expressing positive masculinity are we and why? just how toxic we talkin~? i'm slippin' under<3

what is the outward presentation being given vs. the one he gives privately/with those he loves? there's a pretty big difference sometimes and it can say a lot. naturally gentle doms like kal-el or steve rogers i see get mislabeled for that old thing, 'mistaking kindness for weakness', so to speak. but as a general rule, they say that in the bedroom~ people actually tend to give the opposite of what they present in their day to day lives/'those with the most control of their lives are secretly the most submissive' or something along those lines, and it makes sense that things would manifest that way when you think about it. (ironically learned about this *after* learning my kinks)

a good example would be billy butcher, who gives the outward presentation of being rough and ragged and 'in control' wannabe logan, but is extremely soft, caring and submissive with those he loves<3 contrast with homelander who has had ZERO control over his own life from day one and *really* likes it rough when he gets the chance and--

boi lemme tell ya hwat--

it's a number of things, lmao, and the calculations in my head are automatic and will not make sense in numbers. so.

i don't think i need to explain much on anal gape when it comes to scott summers, lex luthor, bruce wayne, tony stark, and especially... *especially* billy butcher.

but lets not forget the added morosexual aspect~ which *can* even override anal gape! so let's go over what every one a my tagged ship bottoms might be saying to their big dumb idiot animal tops being DUMB<3<3<3

scott: *glares violently*

lex: *glares in pure bitch trying to hide the horny*

bucky: steve... what the fuck.

tony: *hard eye rolling and harder cuddling*

bruce: . . .

charles: ERIK!?

billy: *as he takes off his clothes* why... are you a brainless cunt?

pay no mind to homie's indignant huffing with a side of horny in response (somebody find me that goddamn meme lmao<3), and brucie might still be processing clark's stupidity lol<3

it's funny tho, cause i have competency kink too~<3 and i love me a good boi team up/learnin' as we go~<3<3<3

practicality? pretty self explanatory... way back when... dc gave us detail on the urinals of the justice league and pretty much confirmed man of steel, woman of kleenex (my favorite<3). i could not make this shit up-- (thanks btw dd for sending me this shit now i HAVE to share it)

so. given that we know superman's piss stream is strong enough to *dent* reinforced titanium steel when *weakened*--.

do i really have to say much about his sphincter? it makes diamonds, it makes fucking diamonds, do not stick anything up there unless you wanna lose it forever.

from a practical sense, i never like making it *easy* for clark~<3 to bone someone lmao, it's just too fun<3<3<3 (blue k is always an option of course) but also... he can vibrate it (along with his fingers and tongue), he has infinite stamina. and he has no refractory period... ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

homelander is much the same, maybe with an added *lack* of control and def a bit moar scary leik, might deliberately murder you scary but STILL--

you could not fucking *PAY* me to miss a goddamn chance for superweiner--

not sure i wanna think about what martian manhunter has... but i'd still let him do whatever to me, honestly<3 he'd be the BEST gentle dom i *swear*. like he'd literally check in and politely ask on you instead of reading your mind and check for any discomfort and be SO SWEET and tender and caring, making sure you're okay the whole time and just genuinely give you an experience you're never gonna forget leik<3<3<3 J'ONN~<3! HHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH~<3<3<3

oops... ignore that--

and as for nose size~<3?

well~<3 OBVIOUSLY i want my bottoms to be getting the best they can<3 i SPOIL the shit out of them! of course we NEED the guy with the bigger dong nose to top, they should be havin' a grand ol' time~!

but back to that artist thing and genuinely, genuinely amazing. it's almost like a guarantee and i don't even know if people are aware of doing it, but it is always so hilarious and adorable to me. *especially* with billy butcher, the star of the anal gape show<3<3<3

"they just can't get my nose right!"

and of course no shade/disrespect to the actor (his nose is so goddamn cute<3<3<3 and i love it<3) or any other actors, or artists, but even *becca* (her nose is also cute and i love it~<3) had a bigger nose than him. seriously. homie's nose is fiiiiine~<3 but also actually bigger and longer. and it's just... ALMOST *guaranteed*. anyone who sees billy as a 'top' while drawing him *automatically* gives him the bigger/longer nose... and it just blows my mind how amazingly consistent that seems to be LOL (apparently like the study done on noses and weiners!)

what does that say about us, i wonder...?? (no seriously, i really wonder<3) adamant denial~<3 maybe? ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

billy boo does have the biggest eyes tho~<3<3<3

and apparently, did look it up... but it works inversely with bmi?? which... 100000% explains willem dafoe<3<3<3

it ALSO pretty much... confirms show homelander as their very own willem dafoe/norman osborn... and i never thought i'd have it THIS down bad for osborn but i can't with the things that does to me-- I'VE BEEN CONVERTED!! like the boi *already* is confimed *HUGE* canonically. *by BILLY* in the comic!

but by the gods--

down to the lovely eyes, scary smile, and psychosis. so it is that history repeats... hello mad daddy~<3

god i need to watch dafoe's spooderman again<3

I guess billy boo is now confirmed to be actually *compensating* for SOOOOOO much--

welp. i guess this explains why billy called himself an 'alpha male' unironically which i will never let him live down~<3 he already has the biggest gape i have EVER seen on a character. EVER. like. this boi. has enough gape to fit a goddamn planet up his ass. let's be generous and say that show boi billy is just at moon level. but it is still just. HUGE. which i guess makes homie just the perfect match for him given the willem dafoe vibes--

and honestly... it's beautiful<3

and the best part about billy is just how *self aware* he is of this. he postures to high hell and plays the part his dad would want him to, but he knows it's a goddamn problem, *addiction*, *hates* it, and spends his life looking for *solutions* and *self punishment*...

that's homie baby~<3

billy considered becca his *cure* (if the clear cut submissive role he took with her wasn't enough<3<3<3 SO CUTE<3<3<3) but *homelander* is the *replacement*. his *last resort*. cut my life into pieces--NOOOOO--

goddammit billy boo, i *really* do feel for you, i do... but lemme translate what billy butcher is *actually* saying in both the show and comic in going after homelander. cause lemme tell ya it ain't just revenge...

*destroy me, eviscerate me. because i am afraid of what i will do if you can't stop me. and because you took away the one who could save me, you owe me this and i will take it if need be.*

because there's *one* thing that billy fears, and he's had the ability to say it, even feel it... beaten out of him. but he almost always fully goes into battle *not* intending to come out of it. he *wants* to die and he hates himself a whole lot... and he knows. it's the thing his father gave him, the sickness he passed on that billy never wanted but can't control. but this would also be why he gives no fucks about 'collateral'.

even if by force or violence, billy wants to fail, he wants to be held down, he *wants* to lose, he wants to get knocked back down until he can't get back up anymore. he sure as hell isn't gonna make it easy for anyone, that's not in his nature, but he knows what happens if he can keep going.

billy knows he's a monster, but he is preconditioned to never control it. he sees the kindred monster in homelander, preconditioned to be *under control* but slipping through and vying to get loose... but homelander, despite everything *still* has control... billy wants to see it break, he *needs* it.

ugh~<3<3<3 yes, i know i am redundant with this shit<3 but it's just SO poetic<3<3<3 i CANNOT--

even season 3 evidenced their dynamic and dug in perfectly. scorched urf? the candle's fuckin' lit. herogasm? 3 on 1. ONLY A BRUISE--. billy, bloody smile~ comes back for more? billy gets his ass kicked by the dad on his own and only *maeve* gets anything done to homelander... who doesn't want to kill her, so he holds back even if she won't.

"i respect what you are even if you don't--."

got. damn...

but homie? he's the last lifeline, and he's tied to *both* sides of billy. and a people pleaser<3<3<3! who's also too dumb to get what's going on with billy, not that he'd care if he did... who's at the same time caught and curious by billy's obsession and the mirror between them<3

homie wants and knows how to please people... not just because he's been trained for it or a clear cut service top with dark~<3 elements<3<3<3 or because he wants the feeling he gets from their approval/admiration. very typical of a narcissist lmao, but also because of the added vulnerability that he is easily manipulated/exploited by the women in his life, not realizing he's a victim or being groomed/manipulated.

even the uh... *moment* he had with stillwell, she exploits his trauma and desire for a mother so directly that he just totally loses it and profusely appologizes. he's aware of how to *please* someone if ya get me~<3 ;))))))) (by the apology given at all) but he's *not* aware that she is abusing/exploiting his trauma in this way *because he lacks empathy for himself/has never genuinely had it given without some sort of exploitive exchange*, sort of opposite of billy in this sense too. poor dumb baby~<3!

what's really extra hilarious and ironic is that stormfront is pretty much what a lady billy would be but nowhere near as good as manipulating as him

but all homelander has ever known is the *examples* set before him by vought. and it's... quite obviously not a good one... :(((((((((((((((((( but he's *not* aware. billy is much the same, but he *is* aware. hence the deep buried cravings to be *free* vs. fucking approval ratings in homie, and *controlled* vs. lack of self control in billy... goddammit the fucking POETRY<3<3<3

so? it's just more of the same old same old. and homie loves, LOVES not having to hold back once he gets a taste for it... with *stormfront* no less... but *also* from billy in a different sense and now... beyond. still ADORE how he went flaccid on the nazi rhetoric lmao even this boi has his limits<3--

"let's light this candle--"

it's already fucking lit--

... you know full well how excited i get, lmao<3 and ya DID ask<3<3<3 XD

everyone else (to homelander): don't be what they made you... please for the love of fucking gawd, PLEASE--

billy: be what they fucking made you motherfucker, i wanna fuck FIGHT and see everything destroyed. i'll wait.

stormfront: be what we fucking made you, i wanna fuck and see everything not us destroyed. i won't wait.

but the short answer? i go by % of willem dafoe energy, the *CORRECT* answer is WILLEM DAFOE<3<3<3 (not to be confused with norman osborn... unless willem dafoe<3) DUH~!

WOOO-- goddamn... and i ain't even done yet. i spend WAY too much time obsessing over these fuckers, i SWEAR.

and ALSO the ladies~<3 are tops. all of them. ALL OF THEM. NO EXCEPTIONS-- lmao, KIDDING... maybe<3 (i might do another one going over mah lady~<3 ships<3<3<3 cause this got long... and i did get carried away with butchy and homie... of course i did. but you know how i love them<3<3<3)

[apupp3tw0-strings]

Exclusive Interview with Spamton G. Spamton

Date: October 12th, 2131

Today Papa and Dadaton have mostly been sorting out logistics stuff, figuring out how the whole Spamton situation is gonna work, some ground rules and expectations, some schedule stuff to make sure some one's around to watch him and figuring out days for regular check-ins/therapy talks... it all seemed really boring to me and I didn't get half of it so I decided to go do something else.

Specifically, I decided to have a little interview with Spamton. There were a lot of questions I felt I needed answers to, however I knew it'd be rude to just jump straight into sensitive topics. Additionally, I felt since its gonna be living with us now for the time being, I may as well try to get to know my puppet pal a little better.

So here's how that went.

Q: Good morning Spamton. How are you doing today?

A: HEY H3Y IF IT ISBT ThE [City in a Garden]]!! WHUT CAN [Yours truly] DO YA 4 KID?

Q: I just had a few questions for you, if you don't mind. Sorta like an interview.

A: AN [Exclusive interview with] ME?!? AHAJEHAHAHA!! OF CORSE [[Little City]]! [Send your questions below]!

Q: Awesome! Then let's just start with the first question I got down here. Your full name is Spamton G. Spamton, correct?

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Q: Putting aside the fact your first and last names are the same for now, what does the "G" stand for?

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Q: Oh, what's MY middle name? Uh, Ghost. Well, that or Garamond. My dads couldn't really decide when I was born so it sorta stands for both.

A: THEN SHUDN:T IT B CHICAG0 [[GG]] BLO0K?

Q: Gyeh heh! Maybe. Anyways, next question. So you've mentioned a few times that you used to be a "Big Shot", or some big and famous, kinda like my Dadaton is out here in the Light World. Can you tell me a little bit more about that?

A: AHEAHAHAJA! OH B0Y CAN I EVR!! BACK IN TGE [Good ol days] I USED 2 BE ON TOP OF THE [[World Wide Web]] KID! BIG [Deals] BIG [Cars] BIG [All included stay at] QUEEN'S MAN SION! I WAZ FINALLY A [Big Shot], I HAD IT [[All u c0uld want & more!]] AND I DID IT @LL W/0UT TEH [Help Wanted] OF THOSE [[Backstabbing]] GELUS [All we do is ] 2!

Q: Riiiiiight. The Addisons. I heard you were like them though, before your rise to fame at least. What was your relationship like with them before everything went down?

A: K1D UR GONNA NEED 2 BE A LOT MOAR [Item specifications]. THEREZ AL0T OF [[Your Ad Here!]]

Q: Fine. Specifically the ones you worked with. Click? Flash? ... (I didn't get the names of the other two...)

A: ... [Clear Cache] & [[Ad Banner]]. I D0N;t WABT 2 [Talk 2 a licensed prof3ssional] A BOUT TH0sE [[Traitors]].

Q: Okay, fair, fair. Touchy subject. Should've probably expected that. Especially after what I heard about your guys fall out and how they sorta... um, abandoned you. I, my bad. L-let's just move on to another question.

A: AHAHAHEHA! Y3S! LET'S.

Q: Um, okay, here we go! You seem to like cars alot. You've especially mentioned them in great lengths when talking about your "Big Shot Era". Do you have a favorite model?

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Q: Ah. I've uh, never heard of that car but, um, cool! So then, hopping back to before your Big Shot days real quick, what did you used to do before selling cars and stuff?

A: THAT'S [Lemon Squ33zy]! I USED TO BE NOTHING BUT THE E_MAIL GUY, NOW I'M THE [[It Burns! Ow! Stop! Help Me! It Burns!]] GUY!

Q: . . . Ooookay then. I think that moves us to another question I've been curious about. What... what's with the burning?

A: WHAT [[Oh God! Help! Please stop! Help! It Burns!]]ING?

Q: That! I... Spamton. Yesterday you stared directly at the sun for several minutes. That HURTS. I know from experience that staring directly at the sun will like, burn your eyes.

A: AHEAHAHAHA! [[Amazed at thi5 amazing transformation? You too can]] HAVE A [[Communion]] WITH [[Unintelligble Laughter]]!

Q: I... (Now I'm even more confused...) okay let's just move on. Okay um... no, no, deeeefinitely not... I... what was your with last night?

A: L4ST [Alone on a Friday Night?]

Q: Yeah. Do you remember what happened last night? When you woke me up?

A: AHEAHAHAEHAHA! KID I HAVE NO [Inn0vative new ideas] WHA uR [Chat w/ our esteamed representative!]

Q: The- the ringing? You mentioned ringing. You said it would stop and told me not to pick up, you don't remember that??

A: . . .

Q: S-spamton?

A: ... Don't pick up the phone.

After that, Papa came into the room and asked if he could borrow Spamton so they could discuss stuff, to which Spamton immediately switched demeanor and rushed off with him.

... I think I'm left with even more questions than when I decided to start the interview.

[tiofrean]

Get to know you game! Answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better.

Thanks for the tag @theredontbedragons I loved the questions!

Last song I listened to: Humanity by Scorpions. I love this song... for many different reasons, but one of them is, it's like a lullaby to me. I love to fall asleep to it... I don't even know why.

Currently watching: Youtube creators, mostly treacle tatts and Charlotte Dobre. I'm catching up with everything I didn't have the time to watch before... But I've just finished watching Percy Jackson and The Olympians and it was AWESOME

Currently obsessed with: octopuses. Probably because of the planned tattoo, but omg give me tentacles! MOAR!!!!

If anyone wants to do this, feel free <3

[onekisstotakewithme]

Moar details about campaign hookup, please and thank you! When where how etc (ilu 😘)

ilu2 😘💜

When: Summer 1998 (just before the DNC)

Where: DC

How: CJ meets Danny in a bar during her first weekend in Washington, but doesn't find out who he is until she goes into work on Monday morning and finds out that he's a reporter who just jumped ship from Hoynes's campaign...

Snippet:

CJ takes a sip of her drink, before turning to face Dan, catching him in the act of eyeing her. “True or false, Dan: you want to sleep with me.”

“You’re a lawyer.”

She blinks. “Huh?”

“Well I believe that’s what we call a leading question.”

“It’s not difficult, Dan, just say yes or no.”

“Yes,” he says, and his voice is soft, but there’s still something earnest about it, like he’s the kid in class who got picked and gave the right answer.

Only instead of a gold star, CJ has something a little better in mind.

“We don’t know each other at all,” she points out.

“Are you over the age of eighteen?”

“Yes.”

“Are you married?”

“No.”

“Then that’s all I need to know.” He grins.

CJ is just buzzed enough from the alcohol to know that she does want to sleep with him – is interested to see what the men here in Washington are capable of, and more than a little eager to feel the scrape of that beard against her skin – but something stops her.

“I’m not so sure.”

“Look, CJ, I bought you a drink. No strings attached. You can tell me to go to hell.”

“Okay. Go to hell.”

“Do you feel better now?”

“Yes,” she admits grudgingly.

“Do you want me to go?”

“No.”

[grayintogreen]

Moar

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

❤️ favorite line?

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Since it's the only thing I've worked on all week, here's a bit of this Molly and Lucien scene from YCDHN Chapter 48:

“You just have…” He trailed off, but that was enough doubt to set Lucien’s teeth on edge. He whirled on Molly, leaning into his space. “Oh go on, sliver. Tell me what I have- a god complex? An ego? An inability to know when to stop? What do you think I’ll do to this place?” It wouldn’t be Molly if he didn’t realize his mistake two seconds after leaping, but stubbornness kept him from fully committing to his point. He leaned back, away from Lucien’s snapping fangs. “Undying support and loyalty left you in an echo chamber that hurt everyone in the end. And you don’t take criticism well. Both of those things are gonna happen the longer this goes on.” “So I leave before it goes to my head? Is that it?” “…Yes?” Lucien’s nostrils flared. “After everything, you still don’t trust me.” “I don’t trust the situation, Lucien. Temptation’s a hell of a thing.” He clammed up then, retreating into himself to stew on that, clearly fuming. Molly wasn’t sure if there was any way to salvage this by pressing on the bruise and yet it felt awful to leave it like this. Sighing, he just stared back at their reflections and asked, in a small voice. “Is it catfish season?” Lucien didn’t answer for long enough to make him think he wasn’t going to. Then finally, he shifted his eyes in Molly’s direction. “Why don’t you go check?” He kicked Molly into the creek.

❤️ favorite line?

That changes with my mood, but since I've been thinking about Ashley Allard a lot because Brennan continues to validate my entire existence with him, here's one of my favorite Ashley bits:

“You know, that's a really good question, but this isn't a Q&A, precious. Honestly, it's barely even an A. I came here to work.” He flipped a dagger into his hands. “So let's go to work.”

FANFIC ASK GAME.

[fantasy-things-and-such]

Writerblr Creator questionnaire

Thank you @the-ellia-west and @the-golden-comet for the tag!

also sorry for my semi-haiatus, my Laptop fucking imploded in japan and its taken so long to get my new one. I didn't really feel like doing tags and such on my phone, so. Ill be more active again heron out.

How long have you had your writing tumblr/writeblr? a fast and loose estimate is fine!

uh. like January or Febuary pf 2024.

What led you to create it?

This one -> @angst-is-love-angst-is-life convinced me to make a tumblr and I was like "writblr? A) thats a funny ass name and B) SIGN ME THE FUCK UP-"

What’s your favourite thing about the writeblr community?

That no one is going to judge me if i suddenly disappear for like a month/don't post stuff

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

Just because i dont interact with your tag doesn't mean i dont want to do them, it means that I WAS doing them and then i forgot

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Moar of the same, i suppose.

Which wips or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

(noodling?) Sunset, mostly. lots of background stuff like history, religions, culture... yeah.

How long have you been working on them?

Sunset? seven months. shit, its halfway through the year. White candy is about the same, and Frontline is like a month old WIP.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

For Sunset, I had a old WIP that i had way back when and i wasnt satisfied with the character or the story, or anything really. so I tore it down, scrapped it, and started a new one.

White Candy was just a kind of spontaneous, "hey, i want to write something i havent tried before".

Frontline stemmed from a odd Monday desire to write Sci-fi.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

I think about Sunset all the time. Frontline and White Candy probably get like two hours a day, each.

When someone asks the dreaded, “what do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

A Fantasy action romance.

Name any characters you created. side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

I'm actually not quite sure how to answer this question, but. the First OC I made was Enju(延珠, roughly translates to Lady Pearl or Delicate Pearl, depending on how you read it). She was the main character in my first WIP and she was a Mage and part of a party of six.

Who’s the most unhinged?

out of all of my OC's, probably Camellia.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Tira.

Do you ever cringe at them?

Alittle, occasionally.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?

Complete, probably. if they write themselves, they write themselves to my vision.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? and do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions?

Oh yes. put it in my Ask box. I'll answer them as best i can, the more specific the question the better tho(sometimes i stress about not answering the question y'all ask the way you wanted)

What makes you want to follow another writeblr account?

a good and open-minded attitude.

what makes you decide against following?

Generally people who are angry. I have no reason to talk to angry people, and I have nothing to fear from them.

NP tags: @ominous-feychild @agirlandherquill @the-letterbox-archives

Sorry if I tagged you and you already did this; I haven't been keeping up with my tags in a while(due to my laptop imploding, as mentioned before)