#rant of sorts

[lightning-will-bovino]

[[So anybody who has a page blocker, aka "View Blog" button, is now having their icons blur and posts being tagged in "Mature" despite not having too graphic. So I got these on me.

I'm not a total NS FW blog but I guess this irked a certain "someone". Which ironic because I'm not here as much and only few have told me they are being harassed by this unknown all because they interacted with my muse.

Anybody being harassed by interacting with me or my muse, I'm completely sorry this is happening to you. You can block the Anons in the options (in the corner "•••"). Sadly this much one can do since I've heard they do this through Anonymous.

This won't stop me from continuing to Rp, NS FW or Not. Just a slow pace because I'm still moving and health issues (nothing serious, I just became a caretaker for more members in the family).

Thanks for hearing my...rant I guess?

Hope you have nice rping or browsing in tumblr!

[spindle-girl]

what are the bad undersiders opinions you’re seeing outside of tumblr? curious

Just as a precursor, this isn't any specific person or section of the fandom. You'll find these opinions anywhere and they've been around for years and I probably shouldn't get as annoyed as I do at it but whatever. It's (I'm paraphrasing btw) stuff like:

"Taylor would have been a hero without (evil/bitch/stupid) Lisa." Ignores the very legitimate issues Taylor has with authority and ignores Brian, who was the actual main reason Taylor joined the Undersiders. Lisa did lie in a few different ways to mislead Taylor, but nothing major enough to trick her into being a villain.

"Aisha could have been a hero if she knew what the Undersiders were REALLY like." Aisha would get annoyed that her brother can be cool and only does it when he's not around her. Also, she knows, but people ignore that or else they would be forced to realize Aisha has an actual character instead of a manic pixie girl they can ship with whatever hero of the week they want.

"Brian is stupid for joining the Undersiders and not the Wards." I've talked about this before, but no he fucking isn't. Choosing to not become more like his dad is actually a good thing. Also pretends that cps is both a) not incompetent at best malicious at worst, and b) ignores how they're considering the Laborn's mom again as an alternative to Brian to house Aisha after their dad failed so badly.

I'm beginning to realize the main theme with these is that people don't want to think about how the Undersiders have legitimate reasons to not like authority.

"Alec is evil for not turning himself in after escaping." The heroes have only ever made his life worse and I'm sure the cops didn't make it any easier in the time between running away and joining the Undersiders. Also, blaming people for shit they did under mind control is a dick move. Despite Worm having lots of comic book fans they don't seem to remember every annoying mind control arc or the Purple Man.

"Taylor (and the other Undersiders) would have been happy and fine if they joined the Wards." Lol, lmao. Ignoring Sophia for Taylor and Coil for Lisa, I don't think any of the Wards had their lives improved by joining anyway. Even if, for some magical reason, the PRT helped them with their parents they'd have issues with the organization itself. Not to mention their risk of dying gets upped tenfold by joining. Piggot is more than happy to use her child soldiers until they break.

"Lily got manipulated into leaving a good career with the heroes." Foil mention?!? I know, but I can't forget that half the time this is brought up, they always mention her career. Fucking bleak. Also, Parien isn't even her full reason for leaving. She left before confirming her relationship with Parien, because what she really got tired of was the heroes not being heroes. It's why she investigated Armsmaster, why she listened and respected Parien's choice to get help from Skitter. There was more I think, but yeah.

Nothing really to say about Rachel or Sabah. People don't talk about them that much. Oh, wait

"Rachel would have gotten help if she got captured and been a Ward." That wog was specifically if Rachel got captured early on, is only with Boston, PRT therapy actually helping (lol), and she still doesn't have anyone close to her tying her down to Boston so she could end up like Foil.

There's more. I could write pages on Lisa alone, but it's been a few days and I'm not currently in the mood to be annoyed rn.

[archiebaldo1414]

I feel like it’s impossible to write an au deadpool (like where he isn’t Deadpool. No powers. That type thing) because it’s all so so so integral to his character. Like if he’s not crazy he’s not the same. If his scars are stationary they are not the same. If he never moved on from government work and wasn’t put through awful experimentation that made him bitter he’s not the same. Like literally nothing can replicate that in the same way. He hunted down every single person who was involved with his torture and died repeatedly in the process. He’s the most effective mercenary in the entire world, not even just because he can’t die, but also because he’s incredibly intelligent and good at his job, which isn’t always addressed in fics anyways but that’s a whole other thing.

I feel like most characters you can put in a different situation and see how their character shines through but changes in different situations but something about Deadpool just doesn’t work like that to me? Maybe I just haven’t read enough (absolutely never shitting on authors obv just differing likes tbvc)

Like you can have Deadpool act similarly giggly and stuff and have been in like, a fire or smth but it’s NOT THE SAME

He has endless cancer that is constantly alive and fighting ON HIS SKIN. That’s literally insane nothing replicates that

His body is endlessly dying and regenerating, not just when he gets shot. He is almost constantly suicidal and actually goes through with killing himself ON THE REGULAR and not only does no one actually care, people are relieved he shuts up for a minute. Thats insane. That’s the most insane thing I’ve ever read you can’t replicate that otherwise. At all. It’s so important to his character in ways I can’t describe but when he’s just like…fine it’s like a different character. That’s not Wade Wilson it’s just some random dude

[fade-nightingale]

I promise I'm not dead

So, I can't upload art for a while, since my health has gone downhill.

No, it's not a cold

No, it's not the flu

No, it's not in my head

No, it's not something Ibuprofen can fix, tried that for ten years

No, I don't know when art will be available again

Thank you to all y'all beautiful people who've been liking my posts

It brings me such a hit of dopamine on my bad days, and I hope to be able to draw again soon ☺️

[theoneeyedgoldenwolf]

Sorry for the late massive reblog spree. ^^;; The account the reblogs are from was going to deactivate and I did my best to save at least some of my faves. Didn't get far enough to save nearly as many as I wished to. =/

Anyway, the blog's keeper did inform to upload the stories into AO3 but there's always that slight fear one or few end up not being put to there. Still, I'll be keeping eye on it and doing better work on giving comments on anything I like / reblog / save into bookmarks.

[applecat8]

Idk if this is clear but I’m not the brightest bulb in the box, I’m pretty versed in many games I play but I have trouble learning all the ins and out strategies for some because I’m a bit on the slower end of figuring things out, I mean a puzzle game? I’m on it like ants, don’t starve together? Brother my 900 hours is probably me scratching my ass

Dst wiki is used for character study on my end

I don’t post about gameplay because I’m 100% not doing something the way other people think is common sense simply because I don’t know unless I’m throughly explained

Some people have the goal in dst to kill bosses, mines like, survive and work slow, I’m not in a rush, I’m almost to 300 days on a Wilson world and I still don’t feel like I’m that good and I think that’s kinda sad because that’s so many hours for one world yk

Also I’m scared of asking for help because people are mean, luckily recently someone explained how to do some of ruins for me and I appreciate that greatly

[aerequets]

cost and benefit

[quarantinedinabaddream]

got your whole life ahead of you , you’re only 19. but i fear that they already got all the best parts of me.

it’s been a year since you left the house which was supposed to be a home but never quite felt like one no matter how hard you tried to make it into that. it’s been a year since you realised that freedom isn’t what they make it out to be, because like a caged bird left in the wild you too still can’t quite comprehend what to do with yourself. it’s been almost two months since you turned 19. you cried waiting for your mother to wish you at midnight, despite being surrounded by way too many people than you ever had been on birthdays, except all it did was make you feel lonelier. and at last the wish did come, later than you expected, but it did. and you couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief, quietly thinking about how your mother still loved you it seemed even though you always know deep down that she is going to forever despise you for ruining her life by just existing but you brushed away that thought before it had the chance to become tangible in the form of blood dripping on the bathroom floor, staining the tiles the same colour as the dye in your hair did the summer after 18.

on most days you can’t help but wonder if anyone truly sees you, if anyone understands the weight you carry on your shoulders, the burden of unwanted expectations and disappointments that seem to define your existence. you think about whether they can see it on your face, that each passing year feels like another layer of your real self being stripped away, leaving behind a hollow shell of who you once were but the thing is you can’t even recall who you used to be and it scares you because what if this is all you’ve ever been? what if the dreams you had were just childish insolences disguised as ambitions. on most days you also can’t help but mourn the person you could’ve been, had things happened differently. the person who would have the strength to dream without restraint and chase after their beliefs with unwavering determination. the person who would know happiness and love like the back of their hand. but alas, you know in your bones that the gap between who you could’ve been and who you actually are can never be bridged. so now as you stand on the precipice of adulthood with trembling knees, you are haunted by the ghost of the person you once could’ve been, now forever lost to the passage of time and the cruel hand of fate.

you want to scoff when people say it gets better the more you grow because you know it doesn’t won’t. you know that you are going to spend the rest of your years wishing you could go back, to what though you still can’t really decide. and on days when the world around you swims and blurs into a haze of muted colours, voices and bone deep exhaustion, the lines between reality and illusions blurring and swirling into a violent storm of pain. you can’t help but numbly wonder whether the devoted “it gets better” believers can see the ocean deep hopelessness in your eyes. whether they can see the exhaustion of nothing you do ever being enough in the trembling of your body. whether they even notice the sickness that torments your mind and body forcing you to take pills just so you can get out of bed. but even then you can’t, not always. not when your mind won’t stop obsessing over the most trivial things to the point that you start to suspect whether you are even real and your body won’t stop aching at the slightest of movements. you want to laugh in their face when they call you weak because you know they wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where you were raised. you want to snarl and scream and tell them that you will never believe their lies of “oh, it will get better with time” because, unlike the stories you grew up reading there is never a light at the end of the tunnel in reality, not for you atleast. so, you resign yourself to the bleakness of your existence, knowing that there is no escape from the prison whether of your own making or not.

[miedei]

Spencer is a biter. Yes i will elaborate, thank you for asking:

Sometimes he just gets so overwhelmed with emotion that he has the urge to bite literally anything— his own fingers, his tie, pens (that he's sanitised and are only for his own use).

It can be brought on by anything, anger, frustration, irritation— anything that makes him so pent up that he just has to let it out somehow.

It's only when he starts seeing you that it comes on in happy moments too. When hugging you, he gets engulfed in affection, only able to fulfil that ache in his chest by biting down on your shoulder.

Or when you're just laying together in bed, you on your phone and him flicking through a book. The sheer domesticity of the situation hits him all at once, and he just has to lean over and nip at your fingers before turning back to his book, leaving you confused.

After a few weeks of this you start getting used to it. He never bites harshly, only a little, and it just becomes a cute quirk of his.

(but let's not talk about the first time you have sex and he gets so inundated with love that he just has to bite your asscheek or your inner thigh— soothing the pain immediately when he descends his mouth on you, but the bite marks remain for a while after)

[queerdraws]

projecting on luffy again. get bited.

[benevolenterrancy]

none of the parenting books warned him how hard it would be to keep his little brother from catching the avian flu

[bornwholocker]

Reading flatland and obviously Bill’s home dimension and flatland aren’t exactly the same, but like. Since we don’t know which parts are different I’m just thinking. This is really unorganized and all over the place and probably doesn’t make any sense but

In flatland, it takes a LOT of planning for an equilateral triangle to be born. I’m talking like generations of interbreeding and methods for the fathering isosceles to get as close to equilateral as possible. It’s a huge deal. When an equilateral is created, it’s celebrated by pretty much everyone (for a miriad of different reasons but I won’t get into that). And being “irregular” in any respect is one of the worst things you can be. If you don’t “fix” your irregularity enough, you’re executed.

So imagine Bill’s family working their triangular asses off to have an equilateral kid, to give him a better life, and when they finally do it, he’s got that eye. From what we’ve seen of his parents, they seem to have taken care of him as best they could, but again, it’s been a whole ordeal just to have him, involving the whole community and family, and he came out wrong.

I imagine that’s probably why his parents took him to see the doctor and drink the “juice” that messed with his vision. They thought they were doing what was best for him. They didn’t blame him for his eye, didn’t hate him for it, but they felt the need to fix him, either to please their families or even just bring him to their own standards. The idea of irregularity being wrong is seen as natural and obvious, so they wouldn’t find an issue with trying to change him.

Another thing about flatland is that the mention of any third dimension or any idea close to that is pretty much criminal. (Spoilers i guess) The narrator of the story, a square who saw the third dimension for himself, is eventually locked away for talking about it.

So Bill was supposed to be a sort of miracle baby, I guess is the best way to put it. And when he came out just slightly but irreparably wrong, it was devastating. And then he starts spouting about 3D and the stars and he just wants people to understand, to see that it’s not dangerous, that it’s beautiful. But his parents don’t want him to get imprisoned or worse, so they try to keep him quiet. They give him his juice and his silly straws and wave away any ideas about the third dimension.

Bill was born a disappointment, one of the lowest life forms imaginable, and the only way he was gonna get anywhere in life was by losing his stars forever. He was told that the thing right in front of him wasn’t real, that he should stop talking about it, that he could get in trouble. So he had to show everyone that he was right. He would be a hero! He would be the kid who finally discovered where the light came from, something no scientist had ever gotten close to figuring out!

But in the end his parents were right. It was too dangerous. God bill tragic backstory is so ougrhhhhj grabs alex hirsch by the shoulders and shakes him

[limesandcoconuts]

everyday i wish rtte had given astird and ruffnut the girlboss friendship they deserved rather than heather.

[ganondoodle]

(WIP) procrastinating work by working on the reworked sky areas for totk rewritten

[simcardiac-arrested]

ATTENTION: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS TREE? IF YOU HAVE, YOU MIGHT HAVE FALLEN INTO SOME SORT OF RIP IN THE FABRIC OF TIME

alt version because i also liek it :)

[quarantinedinabaddream]

i got cursed like eve got bitten. oh, was it punishment?

they say that eve’s bite was a sin, a transgression that wove a tapestry of exile and longing. when she sank her teeth into that forbidden fruit, the world split open and knowledge poured in like torrential rain. i can’t help but feel like i tasted something forbidden too. and it was sweet but it left a bitter aftertaste on my tongue, that still clings to my soul buried within the depths of my tormented mind but everpresent. a curse that shadows every step i take, making me wonder whether it was defiance or destiny? the weight of abandonment settles upon me like a bone deep exhaustion, making me feel like a mad woman on her knees howling to the midnight sky like a wounded wolf, begging to a god she doesn’t believe in to change the prophecy, tormented by the icy grips of solitude and sorrow running through her veins, marked by the vile knowledge that isolates and a truth that alienates. tell me, is it punishment? this endless cycle of parting? this poisoned garden of forsaken bonds? every connection, every embrace, doomed to wither? friends, lovers, even fleeting acquaintances all fated to always always slip away? leaving behind the cold echo of their absence. each departure a cruel reminder, a silent testament to the curse that i bear but somehow can’t seem to grasp whether it was a birthright or the consequence of seeking what lies beyond the veil of innocence. or maybe the curse is in the knowing, in the bitter aftertaste of that first bite, in the endless haunting question: was it punishment? is it punishment? or simply the price of seeing too much, feeling too deeply, and daring to reach for more than what was ever meant to be mine?