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[swe3tlifee]

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🧠Mercury in Synastry - Are You in Sync or Lost in Translation📡

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns over the years. Take what resonates and leave the rest!

Mercury in 1st - One person’s thoughts live rent-free in the other’s identity. Mercury person doesn’t have to try hard to be understood. Their words just land. Mercury's random rambles or half-finished thoughts seem to make sense to the house person. The house person just gets them, often without Mercury needing to overexplain. The house person feels like Mercury is speaking through them. Mercury person might even verbalize things the house person felt for years but couldn’t put into words. It’s like Mercury's thoughts help the house person hear their own identity more clearly. On the flip side, the Mercury person may talk too much about themselves, mistaking self-expression for connection. The house person can feel like they’re just a mirror, not a participant. It’s less dialogue, more ego with a microphone.

Keywords: expressive, talkative, mentally stimulating, open book, fast connection, ego-driven, self-centered talk, over-sharing, opinion overload, verbal identity, immediate understanding, me-first mindset.

Mercury in 2nd - The conversation doesn’t always feel natural. It’s like Mercury's thoughts are walking through molasses like slowed down, cautious, and maybe a little off-key. Mercury might second-guess how they express themself with the house person, wondering if they’re making sense or if their words are landing the wrong way. There’s just a mismatch in how communication flows. It can be frustrating, like trying to build a bridge when you don’t even agree on what material to use. The house person might even zone out. Mercury's ideas can feel out of sync. Conversations can feel like bargaining chips. Values clash subtly, yet persistently. What’s said sounds practical, but underneath, both may feel like they’re not quite on the same frequency.

Keywords: steady logic, practical talk, value alignment, consistent thinker, trustworthy tone, rigid mindset, slow to open, communication hoarder, hard to sway, cautious speech, verbal conservatism, safe but stuck.

Mercury in 3rd - Mercury would suddenly find themself talking more than usual and enjoying it. There’s something about the house person that just opens the floodgates. Words come easily, thoughts flow freely, and even their weirdest takes feel safe to share. Mercury might go from small talk to niche conspiracy theories in 30 minutes and somehow the house person is still keeping up. Mercury would feel mentally alive around them, like their presence wakes up their brain and gives it caffeine. The house person can feel like Mercury turned their brain’s lights on. Unless the house person is particularly quiet or introverted, chances are the Mercury person makes them feel more socially engaged. Even if they’re not much of a talker, Mercury's energy can draw them out and make conversation feel more natural and fun. On the flip side, it can be all talk, no emotional substance. The connection risks becoming purely mental, with banter replacing vulnerability. It’s fun until you realize no one’s saying anything that actually matters.

Keywords: lively banter, witty, curious, mentally playful, idea-rich, scattered thoughts, surface-level talk, too many tabs open, restless mind, info overload, chatter fatigue, brilliant but distracted.

Mercury in 4th - Mercury's thoughts match the house person's aesthetic. Mercury is not trying to impress, they’re just existing, and that’s more than enough. It’s the kind of comfort that sneaks up on them. Mercury's mind slips into the house person's personal space like it was made to be there. The house person doesn’t have to rearrange anything, Mercury just works in your life. Mercury's thoughts blend in with house person routines, their moods, and their weird little rituals. The house person doesn’t mind making space for them. Honestly, the house person barely notices as it already feels like Mercury lives here. On the flip side, Mercury might unintentionally trigger emotional memories or poke at the house person’s private world. It’s not always welcome. Home feels invaded, even if it’s just by words.

Keywords: emotionally intuitive, cozy talk, nostalgic, safe communication, vulnerable mind, emotionally reactive, passive-aggressive, oversensitive, trigger-prone, inner child talk, deep-rooted opinions, mind meets memory.

Mercury in 5th - The Mercury person brings the sparkle. They speak, and it feels like a compliment wrapped in sunshine. Jokes land. Ideas bounce. Their words have timing, rhythm, and charm. They love being the reason the house person laughs without warning. The house person soaks it up. They feel seen, hyped up, brighter just from hearing that voice. Talking becomes play. Flirting happens by accident. The vibe is high, even on boring Tuesdays. Neither wants the conversation to end, and it rarely does. There’s always “one more thing” to say. Even silence has a wink in it. On the flip side, everything turns into a joke or a flirt. Depth gets avoided with a smile. It’s charming, but when real feelings need expressing, no one knows how to break the fun facade. Can be one-sided.

Keywords: fun communication, flirty tone, creativity boost, uplifting ideas, magnetic voice, attention-seeking, dramatic speech, performative logic, ego in every sentence, jokes as shields, charming but shallow, playful spin.

Mercury in 6th - The Mercury person feels focused around the house person. Their thoughts get tidier. Conversations stick to the point. Tasks get done. Lists get made. It’s less flirting, more “Did you eat today?” The house person finds this quietly reassuring. They see the Mercury person as dependable, thoughtful, and steady. The vibe isn’t wild or dramatic. It’s calm, capable, and weirdly comforting. It's not movie-romance, but it’s the kind of connection that remembers your birthday and brings snacks. For two people who value showing up over showing off, this works. It’s routine, but in the best way. Stability speaks louder than sweet talk here. Nobody’s ghosting anyone. The side effect is that this overlay can become dry and hyper-functional. The relationship feels more like project management than romance. Communication is useful, but emotionally sterile.

Keywords: practical thinker, helpful, detail-focused, reliable speech, structured conversation, too rigid, dry talk, over-critical, boring routine, nitpicky logic, mental exhaustion, emotional avoidance.

Mercury in 7th - The Mercury person feels seen but not judged. Their words come out smoother, clearer, calmer. There's trust in the exchange. No need to perform, no pressure to impress. Just a real connection. The house person leans in easily. They’re drawn to the Mercury person's mind that's curious, open, and receptive. Conversations feel mutual, balanced, and even therapeutic. Over time, this turns into an intellectual bond that holds steady. Talk deepens, even when life gets loud. Arguments don’t end the connection, they refine it. Together, both of you speak the language of “us.” On the flip side, there’s a tendency to keep things “nice.” Surface-level harmony can block authentic, messy honesty. When conflict arises, it’s often deflected with polished words instead of the real truth.

Keywords: balanced communication, thoughtful, clear agreements, mutual respect, mentally aligned, people-pleasing, conflict avoidant, too diplomatic, rehearsed responses, fairness obsession, love-as-debate, relationship-speak.

Mercury in 8th - The Mercury person speaks with impact, sometimes too much. Their words hit nerves, stir thoughts, trigger quiet shifts. They don’t mean to go that deep...but they always do. Control sneaks in. The urge to direct the flow, to keep the upper hand, is real. The house person doesn’t brush things off. They hear everything and store it. They respond carefully, often calculating their words like emotional chess moves. Together, the communication is clear but heavy. It rarely stays surface-level. Even casual talk feels laced with subtext. Nothing stays light for long. Great for strategy. Risky for romance. One word can open a door or slam it shut. Talk turns intense quickly, and not always in a safe way. Power plays can creep into the dynamic. There’s a fine line between deep connection and subtle manipulation. Common in toxic relationships and can have stalker-ish energy on one side.

Keywords: intense dialogue, probing questions, deep mind merge, raw honesty, transformative talk, manipulative speech, over-analyzing, paranoia, controlling tone, verbal power games, secrets spilled, psychic tension, social media stalker.

Mercury in 9th - The Mercury person feels inspired here. Ideas stretch. Conversations drift into meaning, morals, myths, and miles away. They love sharing what they know, and they really do know a lot. The house person listens wide-eyed. They feel expanded just by being nearby. The Mercury person makes the world seem bigger, more colorful, and more worth exploring. It’s the kind of dynamic where learning feels like flirting, and dreaming out loud is a love language. The talk never stays small. Every chat is a mini road trip. Even silence feels like it's thinking.

Keywords: expansive mind, inspiring talk, future-focused, wise words, optimistic tone, preachy, unrealistic, opinionated, overly abstract, lost in philosophy, too much theory, life-as-lecture.

Mercury in 10th - The Mercury person finds themselves slipping into “serious mode” with the house person. They talk goals, growth, and LinkedIn energy. Casual chat feels weirdly off-topic. The house person doesn’t mind, they admire the focus, even feel motivated by it. But both may start to notice the vibe is all ambition, no fluff. Conversations feel structured, sometimes a bit formal. You respect each other’s minds, but someone needs to bring up something fun, or at least mildly chaotic. It’s giving career fair. Not really romantic. But hella productive. In romance, both prefer to take things seriously and long-term goals can be discussed among them.

Keywords: goal-driven talk, intelligent presence, clear plans, career conversations, serious tone, cold logic, status-focused, emotionally distant, calculated speech, networking mode, impressive but impersonal.

Mercury in 11th - The Mercury person feels at ease here. Words come freely. The vibe is relaxed, even playful. There’s no pressure to impress, just a natural rhythm of thought and acceptance. The house person genuinely enjoys the way Mercury speaks. It feels like hearing from a friend you actually want to text back. There’s patience, kindness, and space to be weird. Conversations feel like inside jokes waiting to happen. It’s a connection built on mutual respect and shared mental space. No drama, just understanding. You grow together, not apart. It’s less about sparks, more about staying power. In some cases, friendly but emotionally distant. Communication flows easily but often avoid anything uncomfortable. The connection risks staying stuck in the “friend zone,” even in a romantic bond.

Keywords: open-minded, friendly tone, tolerant, mentally flexible, idealistic, emotionally detached, too casual, stuck in friend zone, dodging intimacy, overthinking connection, dreamer logic, connection with conditions.

Mercury in 12th - The Mercury person picks up on things, too many things, maybe. Unspoken thoughts, strange dreams, buried emotions...it’s all loud in their head. They don’t always mean to psychoanalyze, but it happens. The house person feels exposed. Sometimes understood, other times a little too seen. It can feel like someone is reading your diary before you even write it. If trust isn’t solid, this gets slippery fast. Still, the intuitive bond here is rare. You both speak volumes in silence. The connection runs deep but so does the fog. Thoughts are felt more than said, leading to misread intentions. The psychic link is strong, but so is the confusion, projection, and unspoken anxiety. Can be one-sided in some cases.

Keywords: psychic link, intuitive talk, emotional telepathy, dream-thoughts, unspoken understanding, miscommunication, blurred boundaries, hidden meaning, projection, paranoia, mental fog, internalized speech, one-sided mental obsession, losing sleep.

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[lvndrfucks]

don’t leave me hanging omg, write the concept. miguel brain rot is on 24/7 — 🧠

You were surprised none of Miguel’s neighbors had complained yet. There were teenagers scattered all around the inside of Johnny’s apartment and the outside, loud music blasting and a fair share of drinks being passed around. At least everyone was getting along after the long overdue karate feud.

You were nursing a red solo cup while standing in the corner of the room, taking small sips. The taste of alcohol didn’t really appeal to you. Your friends engaged in chatter that you chimed in once in awhile, but you were a bit distracted.

“Are you going to talk to him or keep eye-fucking?”

“What?” Your eyes moved away from Miguel’s. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You guys have been staring at each other all night,” your friend pointed out. “He’s single, you’re single.” She made gestures with her hands for emphasis.

You shook your head while looking down to hide how red your face had gotten. “He doesn’t like me like that. We’re friends.”

“Lame,” your other friend bursted. “Go talk to him! Congratulate him on winning karate again or something.”

You rolled your eyes while taking a drink to avoid the conversation.

Her friend smirked suddenly with an idea. “Hey, can I borrow your jacket? I’m a little cold.”

You were feeling hot from the crowded room, so you were a little confused on how she was the opposite, but you did so nevertheless. You removed the cropped denim jacket to expose more of the little black dress you had on. You smiled while handing it to her.

Miguel felt his mouth go dry. His eyes scanned up and down your body from afar, the silk perfectly hugging your body and exposing valleys of skin he had never seen before.

A pat on his shoulder made him jump as he was forced to look away.

“Hey, man,” Hawk greeted. He noticed you and looked back at Miguel with a smirk. “You gonna make a move tonight, or what?”

Miguel chuckled nervously and shook his head. “I don’t think she likes me like that. I mean, we’ve been friends since we were both in Cobra Kai. Isn’t that a bit weird?”

Hawk scoffed. “No. That just builds up more chemistry. And pent up frustration.” Miguel looked at him curiously as he clarified. “Sexual frustration.”

“Dude.”

“It’s true! Remember that time you went out with Sam and she nearly broke some kid’s arm. Or when she got asked out and you broke the practice dummy.”

Even though Hawk’s statements were technically true, Miguel still had his doubts. What would a girl like you want with a guy like him?

“You just gotta go for it, man. Before someone else does,” Hawk advised and motioned his head towards Chris and Mitch who had started talking to you. You immediately started smiling and laughing at what they were saying.

Miguel held back a glare as he handed his cup to Hawk. He cheered, “That’s my boy!”

Your laughter died down as Miguel approached the three of you. You smiled at him in greeting that he returned before looking at Chris and Mitch.

“Robby wants you guys to refill the cooler outside,” he told them.

“But I just did five minutes ago,” Mitch said.

“Well, he wants you to do it. Again.”

Miguel was grateful Chris was the smarter one between the two as he was beginning to catch on.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.” There was almost a smug smile on Chris’ face. “Come on, man.” He began dragging Mitch away, the boy complaining that he already did once again.

That just left you and Miguel.

You glanced behind you to see your friends had ran off somewhere, of course. There was a small beat of silence between you two.

“How are you?”

“This is a great party.”

You two spoke at the same time. You both laughed.

“Sorry. You go first,” Miguel insisted.

“I said this is a great party,” you repeated. “I’m surprised your mom was okay with it.”

“Well, Johnny told her that it was just Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang ‘hanging out.’”

When you were about to respond, someone knocked into you. As you tripped forward slightly, Miguel had his arms out to catch you. You sheepishly apologized while standing straight.

“Um, did you wanna go somewhere less crowded,” he proposed.

You nodded and started following him out. People from school were still showing up and it seemed the outside was becoming just as packed. You maneuvered around while still trying to keep up with Miguel. He turned to face you and offered his hand out so you wouldn’t lose each other. You took it, trying to hide your growing smile.

He guided you across towards his apartment. He opened the door and let you inside first. You were still able to hear the music and chatter of people, but it reduced slightly. Plus, you guys were completely alone now.

“Sorry. I thought it would be better here to talk and stuff. Unless you wanted to go back to the party. I’m fine with either, I just assumed—“

“It’s fine, Miguel,” you cut him off with a light chuckle. “It was getting a little overwhelming out there.” You set your empty cup on the dining table and moved to lean on the edge of the couch.

“C-can I tell you something,” he asked, standing in front of you.

“You can tell me anything.”

Your smile made him weak in the knees. His hands suddenly felt clammy as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“I…I really like you.”

“I like you too.”

Miguel gulped. “No. I mean I like-like you. Like more than friends type of way.”

“Oh.”

Oh?

“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine. I get it. We’ve been friends for a long time and I understand not wanting to ruin that. It’s just that when I’m around you, I feel different. Different like you’re the one person in my life I’d hate to lose or I wouldn’t mind kissing. You know, that was probably a really weird thing to say. I’m sorry—“

“Miguel.” You laughed a bit. “It’s okay. I like-like you too.”

“Really,” he breathed out in disbelief.

You nodded. “And you’re the person I wouldn’t mind kissing either.”

Your hands reached forward to grasp his flannel and pull him closer towards you. The heels gave you an advantage to be nearly face to face with him. The close proximity made you both nervous, but someone had to make the first move.

Meeting halfway, Miguel’s lips pressed against yours in a savory kiss. His hands rested on his either side of your neck, his thumbs on the underside of your jaw and pulling you in even closer. You pulled away briefly, seeing his heart-shaped pupils and puffed lips parted. He pulled you back in with urgency.

There was only the heat of the moment, the electricity between you two, and the pure, unbridled passion of your kiss. It was a moment you would remember forever, a moment that would stay with you long after the kiss had ended.

The buzz of Miguel’s phone brought you back to Earth. He seemed to have no intention of stopping, though.

You pulled away, his lips immediately attaching to the side of your neck. “Do you wanna get that,” you asked, slightly breathless.

“Not really,” Miguel answered and kissed you again.

His phone eventually stopped until whoever was calling decided to call again. You laughed slightly at Miguel’s annoyance when he pulled away.

“It’s okay,” you reassured, one of your hands combing through his hair.

Miguel begrudgingly answered the phone with a haughty, “What?”

“Dude, where are you,” Hawk asked from the other line.

“I’m a little busy right now.” Miguel pinched your hip lightly in warning as you continued sucking on the skin of his neck.

“Well, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I need a beer pong partner.”

“Ask Robby.” Your hand began to trail down his body.

“I’m going against him, dumbass.”

He held back a groan when you squeezed his hard on over his jeans. “I gotta go.”

“But—“

Miguel hung up and tossed his phone on the couch. You yelped in surprise when he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist in response.

Once in his room, he had shut the door swiftly with his foot. Next thing you knew, you were lying back on the bed with Miguel hovering over you, leaving wet kisses and sucking on your exposed chest. One of your hands was threaded in his hair as the other tightly gripped the comforter. His hand slowly trailed up your thigh, giving a soft squeeze and earning a low moan from you.

Miguel pushed the bottom of your dress up to your stomach, exposing the black shorts underneath. He looked at you as you were panting already from the build up.

"You okay," he whispered.

"Of course."

He pecked your lips before going down on his knees at the edge of the bed. He ran his hands over your thighs, placing light kisses ever so often. Eventually, he hooked his fingers onto the waistband of your shorts and pulled them off, leaving just your underwear.

Miguel was hesitant at first as he ran his thumb over the wet patch, but you moaned softly from above as you tried closing your legs if he wasn't in the way. He repeated the motion with more pressure, causing you to jolt. He enjoyed the reactions.

He gently guided your underwear over your hips and slid them out from under you. A soft gasp emitted as you felt Miguel slip his tongue between your lips. Your mind went blank as he licked, his tongue spreading over your clit in smooth strokes. His open mouth panted heavy, moist breaths over your cunt, absorbing every drop of essence as it pooled on his tongue.

Your fingers tugged on his hair, your back arching off the bed slightly. You could feel a growing sensation low in your stomach, your orgasm twisting and winding into a tight knot.

A sudden gasp fell from your lips as he slowly pushed a finger inside of you. You inhaled sharply, eyes rolling back as he pushed his pointer finger in knuckle by knuckle until he rubbed the tip of his finger against that tougher spot inside of you.

His finger slipped in and out a few times until he added a second. It made you choke, walls clamping down and tightening painfully, tears pricking your eyes in a mix of pain and pleasure. Miguel kept them still as he leaned forward to press soft kisses on your clit.

“You're doing so good, baby. I just need to relax, okay?"

You nodded, even though you were sure he couldn't see it. You exhaled loudly, gasping just as loud before groaning and bucking your hips unconsciously. He resumed pushing in and out, his fingers shined with arousal.

You could feel every inch of his fingers inside as his mouth continued to stay hot and slick against your cunt, letting his spit collect all around. Your eyes rolled back when your stomach began twisting, feeling as though something was on your chest. You whimpered, followed by a groan of his name as your body relaxed once the knot snapped, and your vision blurred.

Miguel lapped up the mess and licked his fingers clean, watching the way your chest rose and fell rapidly. You looked utterly fucked the way your hair was sprawled out and little breaths leaving your plump lips, your head tilted to the side and eyes still shut.

He moved beside you and kissed your temple, combing your hair back. “You still got one more left for me?”

With shining eyes, you looked up at him and nodded.

Miguel grinned as he started to remove his flannel and shirt. Your thighs rubbed together while staring at him undo his jeans. You shakily stood on your knees and shuffled closer to him.

He gave you a tender, slow kiss, but you weren’t ready for such gentleness at this point in time. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. A low groan released from his throat as his hands moved from your hips to the zipper of your dress. You pulled away to disregard the rest of your clothing before pulling Miguel onto the bed.

He sat back as you straddled him, lips moving together once more. Reaching between the two of you, you grabbed his leaking cock so you could set him up at your entrance. As you lowered yourself, you inhaled slowly through your nose since the preparation and care he had given you had made the stretch easy to endure. As a result, all you felt was the full sensation he had given you.

You performed an exploratory hip roll once you were seated completely. You let out a groan at the feeling, every little motion causing electricity to tingle through your body.

Miguel sat up, you two now chest to chest while he held you firmly. “Fuck, you feel fucking amazing.” He placed wet kisses along your chest.

The noises of the party drowned out his moans as you began to ride him in earnest. His hands settled on your hips, causing the soft flesh to crease as he started responding to your thrusts with his own. You could feel him moving deeper with every motion, until eventually you could almost feel him in your stomach.

“Miguel,” you gasped out, meeting his gaze.

“I’ve got you, amor.” His mouth attached to one of your breasts, making you whimper.

His actions left your limbs feeling like rubber while he proceeded to fuck into you harder. Your tongue grazed his flushed skin, your head tucked into his neck.

“Making me feel so good,” you told him gently in his ear. “Want you to finish in me. Want all of you.”

Your babbling was cut off by a higher pitched moan at Miguel’s hard thrusts, your words egging him on more.

“Think you can take it all, baby?” His forehead pressed against yours as you nodded with a pleading look. “I’ll give you everything. Again. Again. And again.” He punctuated with each thrust, your grip on his shoulders tightening. “You gonna cum? Can feel it.”

“Please.”

Your loud moans echoed throughout the room as your legs tightened around his, your body moving faster to keep you on your high. You could feel Miguel spilling out of you, the warm feeling comforting the both of you. His arms wrapped around your waist to cease your shudders as he placed light kisses upon your shoulder.

Miguel, though he didn’t want to, slowly removed himself from you, a small whimper slipping past your lips. He laid you down on his bed and told he’d be right back. When he returned, he had a damp washcloth in one hand and a water bottle in the other. He carefully cleaned you up, knowing your legs must be sore, and sat you up to take a few sips of water.

He smiled gently at you and kissed your forehead, making your face flush in admiration. He grabbed an extra t-shirt for you and changed into a pair of new boxers for himself. Once settled beside you, Miguel draped the comforter over both of your bodies.

You both stared at each other, a grin on your lips as you leaned forward for one last kiss in the night.

hera speaks!

sorry for the long wait. i honestly get embarrassed writing smut, but this has been on my mind for a long time

[miriunknown]

Our Love story could be kinda Gory 🧠 [pt. 1]

Zombie!Jinx x F!reader

Summary: an outbreak of a virus flooded the streets of Zaun, Piltover following soon after. You were one of the few people that still lived, while searching for food you catch the eye of certain blue haired zombie.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Zombies, this is gonna have multiple parts, jinx, proofread but I probably missed some things, very obvious references,

Divider credits: @bernardsbendystraws

Pt. 2

It happened so suddenly— it began in Zaun, people attacking each other in the streets. Seemingly agitated at anything that moved or made noise, it started by one person then soon most of Zaun was infected and Piltover quickly followed suit. No one knew why and no one knew who caused it, it spread quickly one bite is all it took, one small bite barely breaking the skin and it was over. The infection would spread through your body quickly, turning you within a day, morphing you into a mindless zombie muttering bouts of gibberish and broken english. After the initial shockwave of zombies, it died down, zombies were less frequent. But that didn't make it any less dangerous.

Most of Zaun was infected as was Piltover, survivors were scarce if there were really any at all. You were one of the few "lucky" ones that actually survived this, you didn't know of any survivors nor did you care if there were— you only wanted to survive. Food was very scarce and hard to come by, most food was rotten and the ones that weren't tasted like dish water. The streets were quiet, unusually so but it brought you an advantage if anything so you quietly maneuvered the bare streets. You found yourself infront of a old food stall, the sign was worn and torn and you couldn't make out the name, looking around you made your way around the counter you began rummaging through the stall quietly turning over pots, bowls and old containers but there was nothing.

You groaned lowly before turning around walking back out of the stall, your feet dragging against the ground caught the attention of something — someone. it was still quiet, you didn't think of anything though you still made sure to be alert. You thought you were safe, little did you know someone was watching you right at this very moment— her pink eye trained on you as you maneuvered through the piles of trash and metal that littered the street. Her blue matted braids swaying lightly as she moved to follow you closely, her sight was trained on you she felt drawn to you; for whatever reason it might be.

Her footsteps were quiet as she followed you silently, if you would've known she was there you would've been disturbed. She didn't make a noise, no babbling like most zombies or loud footsteps from dragging her feet, no she was quiet. Her feet were light as she stepped, her mouth practically glued shut making sure no grunts or groans escaped her dead lips. The only sound she made was the light jingle and thud from her shoes. You felt eyes on you as you made your way through the city, your head was on a constant swivel trying to catch the person or thing that was watching you but to no avail, she was hidden.

As you turned a corner a zombie jumped out at you, "mus... ust... Ea...ughhh.." it groaned as you jumped back catching you off guard. You went to reached for your gun but before you could a shot rang out, the zombies brains scattered against the wall. You stepped back, you half expected to see another survivor but no, it was another Zombie. She stood there her arm extended holding her gun still pointed at the zombie, but her eye was trained at you. You knew who she was; everyone did. She was Silco's daughter, Zauns savior— or she was. Her hair was still in twin braids yet they were matted and pieces of flesh and blood stained them in certain places. She was missing a eye, as well as her middle finger.

You just stood there staring at her, you were dumbfounded, unsure of what just happened. You shook your was forcing yourself to snap out of it you, grabbed your gun pointing it at her she didn't move even with the barrel of your gun pointed at her forehead. She simply lowered her gun still keeping her eye on you, you were about to pull the trigger but there was something about the way she looked at you. There was a sort of passion burning in her eye, as she stared at you, you dropped your guard lowering your gun— you decided to let her keep her head, she didn't seem hostile— if she was she would've most definitely attacked you by now. You turned to walk away, She quickly followed behind you, 'why is she following me?' you thought as you continued to make your way back to your apartment, with her in tow.

She didn't make a sound, she just kept her eye on you as she followed you closely, no noises escaped her lips as she followed adding to your unnerved feeling. The only sound you heard from her was the sound of her shoe hitting the ground as well as the slight jingle. You moved through the alleyways swiftly in an attempt to lose her, but she was hot on your trail. She was oddly fast for a Zombie, most of them were slow limping usually and crawling on occasion, but she seemed abnormally fast. Everytime you'd turn around to see if you've lost her she'd be only a few steps behind. It was unsettling. She didn't do anything, she made no sounds, no trying to bite you, she just followed you intently. Her eye was watching your every movement, she didn't look away from you.

You made a sharp turn and started running, jumping over trash and rubble that were scattered about. You finally reached the small balcony outside of your apartment, you whipped your head around keeping an eye out before you hurriedly grabbed one of the ladders trying to quietly pull it down but you noticed something moving in the darkness, then you heard it. "Ma..ughh..ma...." Your blood ran cold as you tried to pull the ladder down quickly not caring how much noise you made anymore you just wanted to get out of there. A little girl appeared out of the darkness, she was in ragged clothes and her hair was matted and dirty from all the dirt and blood. She lunged at you making you step back and brace yourself, but someone grabbed her, it was Jinx. She grabbed her pulling her out of the alleyway and walking off. You were stunned unsure of what just happened; you stood there for a good few seconds before you snapped out of it giving the ladder a few good tugs and it finally fell down, the sound of metal clanking hitting the ground rang out throughout the alley way causing you to whip your head around to make sure it didn't attract anything.

You hoisted yourself up onto the small balcony, pulling the ladder up once you got good footing, you sighed from the stress rubbing your face with your hands of the thought that you could've been bitten— before she saved you. You opened the window to your apartment sighing as you stepped inside. It was dark, old food containers were struin about from nights of instant noodles for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You quickly closed the window drawing the curtains and setting your backpack on the floor as you flopped onto your bed, you could smell the faint scent of vanilla on your sheets from your body spray which seemed to lull you to sleep as you quickly drifted off, the tiredness of the day finally washing over you.

You woke up in the middle of the night, you looked at your clock; 2:45, it read you as you laid there wondering why you woke up but then you heard it— tapping at your window. *tap tap tap,* "he... Hel..ooo..." your heart nearly stopped beating realizing what was outside your window, you grabbed a bat that was leaning up against your wall as you approached the window. You carefully peaked through the curtain slightly, to see familiar matted blue hair. You sighed, *tap tap tap,* this time it was persistent, irritated even.

You didn't want to open the window, even if she didn't attack you before she could snap and attack now. The taps just got louder, eventually the taps turned into banging, which turned into her trying to pry your window open. You just gave up on trying to ignore her and approached the window flinging the curtains open giving her a tired glare, she just stared at you, but you swear you could see a smirk appear on her face. *Tap, tap* "ooohh....pe-..nnn..." She grunted behind the glass of the window that separated the two of you. You were tired, you just wanted sleep, yet this random zombie girl wouldn't leave you alone.

She just looked at you, a sweet look on her face— she looked innocent, you knew she wasn't. But that didn't mean you didn't give in and open your window for her. She smiled a crooked smile at you as she stalked her way inside your apartment, her head was practically spinning how quickly she was turning her head to look around at all your decorations and rations. "What do you want?" You asked her; forgetting she can't exactly tell you. She walked towards you, slowly to where she was only inches away from your face. The smell of rotting flesh and blood invaded your nostrils but you tried not to flinch at the smell, she stood there for a few minutes just observing your face, taking in any little detail from the smallest wrinkle to the large bags under your eyes from restless nights.

There it was— you noticed it again, that look in her eye she had when she looked at you. It was the same look you had noticed when you first locked eyes with her only a few hours prior. You couldn't make out what it was, hunger? Curiosity? Lust? You were unsure, she brought her hand to your face sweeping some hair out of your face as she admired you. Your breath hitched at her sudden movement, your body became tense as the anxiety of having a zombie a mere 5 inches from your face crashed down on you, and suddenly you felt that pit in your stomach the one that made you feel nervous beyond belief.

Her brows furrowed as she noticed how you tensed against her touch, stepping back she continued looking around your room. She was silent, the silence only made your anxiety worse you felt the pit in your stomach grow as you watched her walk around your room occasionally running her fingers along framed photos or posters you still had on your wall from before the outbreak.

She turned back to you just watching, "what's with you?" You muttered, she tilted her head at your question unsure of what you meant. She opened her mouth in an attempt to speak but only broken up words and grunts escaped, she covered her mouth with her hand brows furrowing as she became increasingly frustrated with how she's borderline mute at the moment. You thought of something, your legs moved from beneath you as you approached your nightstand reaching into one of the various drawers and pulling out a old notebook. The girl watched you; curiosity etched onto her face as she observed your moving figure. You looked around your room for a pen— a pencil, anything you could use to write.

Finally finding an old worn out pen you tested it on the paper, the ink spelling out a long line against the white paper. Your eyes found your way back to hers, she was sitting on a chair by your desk still watching you. You shrunk under her gaze but you approached her anyhow, "can you write? Write what you want to say?" You told her, holding the notebook and pen out for her to take, her eyes glanced at the items in your hands but quickly looked back at your face. She took them still maintaining eye contact with you as she turned to set the notebook on your desk.

She began writing quickly and messily, you let her write in peace while peaking out of your window to make sure no other zombies were out there, before closing the window— making sure to leave it unlocked in case your guest decided to get bitey. When you turned back to her she was already holding out the notebook to you, waiting expectingly for you to take it. You hesitantly reached for it, nervous that she was going to bite your hand off as you grabbed it; but she didn't she just lightly smiles at you as your eyes landed on the page. "Your interesting" was all that was written out besides a lopsided smiley face that was written beside the text. "I'm interesting? What the hell does that mean?" You asked completely puzzled at her written statement. She just shrugged getting up from the chair and opening up the window, she looked back at you as she swung her legs over the window sill, her eyes never leaving yours before winking- or maybe she just blinked it's hard to tell with her having one eye- and jumping out the window closing it behind her and walking off into the night, you were dumbfounded. Of all the things that could happen you never expected this,

A zombie that was obsessed with you.

I'll make sure to link the next part here so you can find it easier, it might take a while for me to write it though 😥

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

The Other Side of Paradise (Glass Animals)

Bye bye baby blue/I wish you could see the wicked truth/Caught up in a rush, it's killing you/Screaming at the sun, you blow into/Curled up in a grip when we were us/Fingers in a fist like you might run/I settle for a ghost I never knew/Superparadise I held on to

"It's just like. The angstiest of songs. If you listen to it you get it."

The Mind Electric (Miracle Musical)

See how the serfs work the ground (See how they fall)/And they give it all they've got/And they give it all they've got/And you give it all you've got 'til your down/See how the brain plays around/And you fall inside a hole you couldn't see/And you fall inside a hole inside a-/Someone help me

Understand what’s going on inside my mind/Doctor, I can’t tell if I’m not me

Nuns commence incanting as the lightning strikes mine temples thus/Electrifying mine chambers wholly, scorching out thine sovereignty so/Spiralling down thy majesty, I beg of thee have mercy on me/I was just a boy, you see! I plead of thee, have sympathy for me!

"The lyrics just hit hard with all of the imagery and shit, being used alongside the song glitching and a 3 minute long sequence (an un-glitched version of the song) that plays backwards in full before the song begins, conjure up a very interesting view/idea/image of losing your sanity. Plus, the song has a really interesting history in terms of its creation."

"first listen: "damn its weird that this has itself backwards haha" second listen: ⚡️⚡️🧠SEE HOW THE BRAIN PLAYS AROUND🌩😈AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE YOU COULDNT SEE☁️⚡️AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE INSIDE A🤴🗣SOMEONE HELP ME⛈️🪐UNDERSTAND WHATS GOING ON INSIDE MY MIND🗣⚡️DOCTOR I CANT TELL IF IM NOT ME!!!🌩🌩☄️ anyway, there are actually 2 versions of this song !! since the first half of the song is the second half backwards, but one of the halves has a series of artistic glitches and repeats and skips! the "distorted version", which is what youll find on spotify, has the glitchy half played forwards, and the "nondistorted version", which is what the official channel posted on youtube, is reversed so the unglitched half plays forwards! its a remaster of a previous song Joe Hawley worked on as a member of Tally Hall called "Inside the Mind of Simon", and it has TONS of little easter eggs and details scattered throughout. distorted speech from old movies, clips from old songs, theres this part where chanting voices sing "axon, dendrite" and "help me" over and over which (imo) you really only hear if you know to look for them, theres an intricate synth arpeggio throughout the entire climax of the song that im in love with— its the source of the synth tune in the next song on the album, Labyrinth (the funny "i am the mouse" song)! i have yet to find a blorbo i cant picture to it but considering that my main oc's theme is madness, its her perfect chance to star. in conclusion, your honor, I love the mind electric."

"it's a story of a man getting sentenced to an asylum for a murder he didn't commit, and there he is subjected to electroshock therapy. the synth alone fucked me up the first time I heard it. not to mention the awesome lyrics and various styles throughout the song. oh also the first 3ish minutes of the song are in reverse. so there's that."

"Somehow I feel like it's the story of my life. Also, the first half of the song is the second half of the song played in reverse."

The Mind Electric submitted by @lesleyn +@omegasmileyface +@that-bi-fan + others

[sunsuns-babie]

If I Get My Way | 06. blasting Olivia Rodrigo traitor

A/N: When I have ideas for short little drabbles/one shots but I know if I start working on them I’ll get distracted and forget to update this fic because I’m such a scatter brain 🧠.

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IN WHICH: Kim Seonwoo aka Sunoo is a Sophomore at Decelis University and has a crush on the pretty Music Education Major Y/n Marsh. Seems like a match made in heaven since he’s also a Music Education Major and has had a crush on her since Freshman year when he met her at orientation… well sort of. He’s a little delusional about her but that’s okay, right? When finally given the opportunity to get to know her and potentially date her some weird things start happening that Sunoo doesn’t quite understand… which leads to the postponement of his grand plan to confess his feelings for Y/n. At the end of the day does he get the girl or does he miss out and think of what could’ve been?

ALSO IN WHICH: Sunoo and Y/n’s friends also have their own storylines and side quest relationships happening simultaneously with theirs.

taglist opened 🏷️: @clairecottenheart @littleaprilcherryblossom @literallyags @ttylxox2

[great-health-stuff]

🧠✨ Foggy Brain Be Gone! Train Your Mind with These 4 Simple Daily Clarity Hacks

Feel like your brain's running on dial-up while the world demands fiber optic speed? 😵‍💫 Mental clutter, scattered thoughts, and that constant feeling of overwhelm are real. But the good news? You can train your brain for more focus and clarity, starting with tiny, consistent daily habits.

No complex routines needed! Here are 4 simple practices to sharpen your mind:

1. Mindful Minutes (Just Breathe! 🧘‍♀️)

What: Paying attention to the present moment, on purpose, without judgment. Even 1-5 minutes counts!

Why it Works: Calms the nervous system, reduces overthinking, and creates mental space by anchoring you to the now instead of worrying about the past or future.

Simple Daily Habit:

Set a timer for 2 minutes. Close your eyes (or soften your gaze). Focus only on the sensation of your breath going in and out. Thoughts will wander – gently guide your attention back to your breath. That's it! Do it when you wake up, before a meeting, or anytime you feel scattered.

2. Brain Dump Journaling (Get it OUT ✍️)

What: Quickly writing down everything swirling in your head – tasks, worries, ideas, feelings – without editing or judging.

Why it Works: Frees up mental RAM by externalizing thoughts. Seeing it on paper can make overwhelming thoughts feel more manageable and less urgent.

Simple Daily Habit:

Spend 5-10 minutes each morning or evening just dumping your thoughts onto a page. Use bullet points, stream-of-consciousness, whatever feels right. Don't aim for pretty, aim for empty.

3. Hydration Hero (Water is Your Brain's BFF 💧)

What: Drinking enough water throughout the day. Simple, but crucial!

Why it Works: Your brain is mostly water! Even mild dehydration can impair focus, memory, and mood. Staying hydrated keeps brain cells firing optimally.

Simple Daily Habit:

Keep a water bottle visible and sip consistently. Start your day with a glass. Set reminders if needed. Aim for roughly 8 glasses (adjust based on your needs/activity). Herbal tea counts too!

4. Mini Digital Detox (Log Off to Tune In 📵)

What: Intentionally setting aside time away from screens (phone, computer, TV).

Why it Works: Constant notifications and information overload fragment attention and exhaust the brain. Stepping away allows your mind to rest, reset, and process information more deeply.

Simple Daily Habit:

Designate specific screen-free times. Maybe the first 30 mins after waking, during meals, or the hour before bed. Even putting your phone in another room for 15-30 minutes can make a difference.

Consistency is key! Don't try to perfect all four overnight. Pick one that resonates most and build from there. Training your brain for clarity is a practice, not a one-time fix. Be patient and kind to yourself. 💖

Which of these clarity hacks are you going to try first? 👇 Or do you have another go-to practice for clearing mental fog? Share your wisdom or reblog if this helps!

[artificialroux]

a lot of the lyrics to my tears ricochet by taylor swift kind of make me think of danielle & shauna 💔 I just heard the song again and felt the need to share lol

this is so real oh my GODDDD

YOU HAD TO KILL ME BUT IT KILLED YOU JUST THE SAME!!!

YOU TURNED INTO YOUR WORST FEARS!!!!!!!!!

i can go anywhere i want, just not home 💔 shauna can't go (home) to her sister, and danielle can't escape the wilderness and go home cause she DIES!!!!

your brain 🧠

sorry this is scattered im sleep deprived but omg

[beekissies]

HELLO O WRETCHED ONE!! may we moldy request 💌🧠 for lrtr (ofc) BUT! as a twist! drumroll pls! ... 🥁🥁🥁 ARGENLACE!

ARGENLACE MENTION??!?? i miss tuem so much i have to save them...... thank u for my moldy life... this got so long because i only ever have arthur on my brain all the time. yeag

ask game here!

🧠 9. What is something you love listening to your f/o talk extensively about, and what do they love hearing you elaborate on?

(lrtr)

arthur has a lot of scattered interests but as far as i can remember, he's not really into anything infodump worthy like the others. loren definitely likes hearing him talk in general but i can see them also really liking to listen to him talk about his childhood w eleanor. he also says how he used to drive aoi crazy talking about his dreams for the future so he'd definitely talk about that a lot - since loren came from timeloop central i think the idea of dreaming of the future is super foreign to them so they'd definitely like it . especially since its a future Together..... i can also see him talking about cooking stuff like recipes he wants to try making... i bet he can go on about those for a bit ^_^

self indulgent but i think since he's such a romantic he'd probably be into poetry a little too... maybe he talks about that? loren would def enjoy listening to him talk about that... lay their head on his lap while he rambles about it.......

loren is a bit of a weapon nerd and they tend to get excited explaining how their freaky future guns work and i think arthur loves seeing them so happy that he'll accept that their weapons like to scream sometimes while listening to them ramble about it ^_^ i think loren also talks at length about how they grew up which arthur does like to hear but he usually stops them before they can start talking about the Bad Things. like the whole parents dying and being stuck in timeloop central. yea!

(argenlace)

lacey is very much kinda similar to loren in that they can listen to argenti forever. i think they like to hear him talk about his travels and/or idrila the most - he has a way about waxing poetic about places that they've never been and people that they'll never meet that they really love... i think ironically they also like to hear him talk about the lacey he knew . the original ^_^ he seems like the type to look happy recalling happy memories like that even if everything got fucked up later

lacey is a meganerd probably erudition emanator so they have a lot to say..... i think they like to rubber duck argenti a lot as in just talking througj everything they're doing to troubleshoot yk... i think argenti really likes to watch them talk too. maybe their face softens a bit when talking about their nerd robotics shit and for a second he's reminded a bit of the lacey he knew ^_^ idk. i think he would give some input here and there where he can but he mostly loves watching them. occasionally brushes a bit of hair out of their face and apologises for interrupting and how they should please continue.....

💌 12. What is your f/o's love language(s)? (Gift giving, words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch, acts of service.)

arthur seems like an acts of service or quality time guy to me! he's kind of Emotionally Stunted and iirc he has some kim chats where he sounds like he's worried about saying the wrong thing or struggles to find the right thing to say (i think el even says that once he said something trying to be encouraging and it made everyone feel worse and shes the resident psychic bro she would Know). he's kind of twitchy so it means a lot to him to be able to relax around someone, and he comes across as very practical so to go out of his way to do something for someone means he's down Horrendous. to Me

argenti is words of affirmation ofc i don't need to elaborate that but in my heart of hearts he's also very much a quality time and/or PHYSICAL TOUCH GUY!!!! he's always travelling around so he loves to spend what little time he has in one place w lacey i feel. and he vibes like the type of guy to always loooove having a hand on lacey all the time... like on their shoulder to guide them while they walk or on the small of their back... i can also see him really loving to trace their face w his hands yk... like he's trying to map out the planes of their face etc etc...

[swe3tlifee]

photo dump 🐾

[astros-silly-place]

do you huave any marble hornets theories currently. id like to ljsten

sneegen im gonna b real no because im trying to take it all in. 😔. information is scattering in my brain 🧠

[shadowmilkcookiesblog]

I've been in a call on messenger for 7 hours send help

Think of these thoughts 🧠 as limitless light 🔥 Exposing closing circuitry afright 🥶 think of each moment holding his breath 😶 as death minute in decimal 😵 (dun dun) resident minor 🤵‍♂️ how do you plead we'll need your testimony on the stand 🗣 solemnly swear to tell the whole truth so help me son now raise your right hand ✋️ (dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun) father your honor 🎖 may I expla̴̴̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚̚̚i̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚n 😷 my brain 🧠 has claimed its glory over me (m̴̴̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚̚̚e̴̴̴̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚̚̚̚) I've a good heart albeit (in̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚san̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚e̴̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚̚) 😵‍💫 condem him to the infirmary 🏥 (dun dun dun dun dun service service hahaha mmnmmhm uuhhhhhhhhhuhhhhh) ALL MINE TOWERS CRUMBLE DOWN 🏚THE FLOWERS 💐 GASPING 😨 UNDER RUBBLE 🪨 STRIKING ⚡️ IN THE HALL OF LULL 😴 THY GENIOUS SAVES A THRIST FOR ̴̴̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚̚̚TRO̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚U̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚B̴̴̴̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚̚̚̚L̴̴̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚̚̚E̴̴̴̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚̚̚̚----- scattering sparks ✨️ of thought energy ⚡️ deliver me and carry me away🌫 (Here in my kingdom 🧠 I am your lord ⚡️I order you to cower and PRAY) (dun dun dun dun ̴̴̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚̚̚ 🎹 🎹 🎹 🎹 🎹 *unintelligible speaking* 🗣🗣 🎵 🎶 🎵 🎸 🌬🌬 🎸 aweeeeh 🎸 aweee ahahah 🎸 🎸 🎸) NUNS COMMENCE INCANTING AS THE LIGHTING ⚡️⚡️ STRIKES MINE TEMPLES 🧠🧠 THU- (̴̴̴̴̴̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚̚̚̚̚̚ ̴̴̴̴̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚̚̚̚̚ ̴̴͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ͗̓͋̄̆̓̉ͪ̚̚THUS ELECTRIFYING MINE CHAMBERS 😵‍💫 HOLY SCORCHING *DOWN MY SCARRED REMAINS (*idk this part actually) SO- (so (so) so) Spiralling down my magesty 🧠 i beg of thee have mercy on me 🧎i was just a boy 🧍‍♂️you see i plead of thee have sympathy 🫣 for me- (dun Dun dun Dun dun Dun dun-) SEEE HOW THE SERFS 👨‍🌾 WORK THE GROUND? ⛰️ (see how they fall) AND THEY GIVE IT ALL THEY'VE GOT 🫀 AND THEY GIVE IT ALL THEY'VE GOT 🫁 AND YOU GIVE IT ALL YOU'VE GOT 🧠 TILL YOU'RE DOWN ☠️ AHAHAHAH👹 SeE how The BRAIN 🧠 plays arouund 🪡 AND YoU FALL INSIDE a Hole 🕳 you coUldnt SEE 👁 ...... ANd you FALL inside a hole inside a- SOMEONE HELP ME 🫳 UNDERSTAND WHATS GOING ON INSIDE MY MIND 🫸⚡️🧠⚡️🫷 DOCTOR I CAN'T TELL IF I'M NOT ME 🚷 ............. (dun du du) when it grows bright the particles start to marvel how they've made it through the night 🌃 never they ponder whether electric calming if you look at it right

[azsazz]

Hello 👋

Have you ever considered writing an oc?

(Btw I love u and your beautiful brain 🧠 💗)

Like an oc x acotar world? I guess all of the bat babies (minus nyx) are my OC’s 🥰

I haven’t thought about it too much because I’m not really sure how it resonates with others? When I was younger and writing fanfic for maximum ride (Iykyk) I had an oc and people didn’t like that at all haha. They were not afraid to tell me in the comments 😂 I think in fanfic people resonate with the characters already written or they enjoy inserting themselves

I have a lot of OC’s because I have lots of books I want to write and pub 😅 the two romantasy ones I’ve put a lot of effort into making and I love them so much but I’m finding it difficult to get all my scattered thoughts and ideas out together haha

But maybe someday I will have a book published with some OC’s :))

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

21 Guns (American Idiot the Musical)

Do you know what's worth fighting for/When it's not worth dying for/Does it take your breath away/And you feel yourself suffocating

"OUGH KEY CHANGE AT THE END OUGH VIBEYS OUGH FELLAS BE JOININ IN OUGHHH HARMONIES OUGH THE END OUGHHHHHHHHHH REBECCA NAOMI JONES OUGH IM DYING"

The Mind Electric (Miracle Musical)

See how the serfs work the ground (See how they fall)/And they give it all they've got/And they give it all they've got/And you give it all you've got 'til your down/See how the brain plays around/And you fall inside a hole you couldn't see/And you fall inside a hole inside a-/Someone help me

Understand what’s going on inside my mind/Doctor, I can’t tell if I’m not me

Nuns commence incanting as the lightning strikes mine temples thus/Electrifying mine chambers wholly, scorching out thine sovereignty so/Spiralling down thy majesty, I beg of thee have mercy on me/I was just a boy, you see! I plead of thee, have sympathy for me!

"The lyrics just hit hard with all of the imagery and shit, being used alongside the song glitching and a 3 minute long sequence (an un-glitched version of the song) that plays backwards in full before the song begins, conjure up a very interesting view/idea/image of losing your sanity. Plus, the song has a really interesting history in terms of its creation."

"first listen: "damn its weird that this has itself backwards haha" second listen: ⚡️⚡️🧠SEE HOW THE BRAIN PLAYS AROUND🌩😈AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE YOU COULDNT SEE☁️⚡️AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE INSIDE A🤴🗣SOMEONE HELP ME⛈️🪐UNDERSTAND WHATS GOING ON INSIDE MY MIND🗣⚡️DOCTOR I CANT TELL IF IM NOT ME!!!🌩🌩☄️ anyway, there are actually 2 versions of this song !! since the first half of the song is the second half backwards, but one of the halves has a series of artistic glitches and repeats and skips! the "distorted version", which is what youll find on spotify, has the glitchy half played forwards, and the "nondistorted version", which is what the official channel posted on youtube, is reversed so the unglitched half plays forwards! its a remaster of a previous song Joe Hawley worked on as a member of Tally Hall called "Inside the Mind of Simon", and it has TONS of little easter eggs and details scattered throughout. distorted speech from old movies, clips from old songs, theres this part where chanting voices sing "axon, dendrite" and "help me" over and over which (imo) you really only hear if you know to look for them, theres an intricate synth arpeggio throughout the entire climax of the song that im in love with— its the source of the synth tune in the next song on the album, Labyrinth (the funny "i am the mouse" song)! i have yet to find a blorbo i cant picture to it but considering that my main oc's theme is madness, its her perfect chance to star. in conclusion, your honor, I love the mind electric."

"it's a story of a man getting sentenced to an asylum for a murder he didn't commit, and there he is subjected to electroshock therapy. the synth alone fucked me up the first time I heard it. not to mention the awesome lyrics and various styles throughout the song. oh also the first 3ish minutes of the song are in reverse. so there's that."

"Somehow I feel like it's the story of my life. Also, the first half of the song is the second half of the song played in reverse."

The Mind Electric submitted by @lesleyn +@omegasmileyface +@that-bi-fan + others

[ting-tang]

Our hearts in perfect sink

Her heart throws him a beat as his skips .....

This love is tragic made by imagination while all still real...(love)

Daydreams of you start to fade the fantasies scatter from my brain 🧠 (eeeww)

[clayoai]

Why Unknown Calls Kill Focus: Backed by Data – 2025 Guide for Founders

It’s 10:15 AM.

You’ve finally gotten into the zone—slides open, music low, deep into a strategy doc that could change your next quarter.

Then your phone buzzes.

Unknown number.

You ignore it.

But your brain? It’s gone.

“Who was that?” “What if it’s important?” “Should I call back?”

You check your phone again. Just in case.

And now, just like that, you’re no longer deep in the work. You’re in response mode. Half-focused. Scattered. Tired.

That’s the real cost of unknown calls.

They don’t just interrupt your day. They fracture your mind.

🧠 Do Unknown Calls Affect Focus?

Absolutely. And here’s why.

Your brain treats every unexpected event as a threat detection event. Whether it’s a phone buzz or a knock on the door, your nervous system kicks in—just a little.

And with unknown numbers, the uncertainty makes it worse.

Unlike texts or emails, phone calls demand immediate attention. You can’t “skim” a call. You either answer it or wonder what it was about.

So even if you don’t pick up, you’ve already lost mental ground.

📊 The Science Behind Phone Call Distraction

Let’s back this up with data.

📉 Harvard Business Review:

In a study published by HBR, researchers found that even a short interruption reduces task performance by up to 20%. Not because of what happens—but because of the recovery cost.

🧠 UC Irvine:

Their study found that it takes 23 minutes and 15 seconds to get back into flow after being interrupted—even by something as small as a ping or a call.

📲 Phone Call Distraction Statistics:

According to Hiya, one in four unknown calls is spam or a scam.

Truecaller’s 2024 report notes that the average mobile user receives 17–20 spam or unknown calls per month.

In high-pressure roles (like founders and CEOs), context switching caused by notifications leads to 40% drop in productivity across a day.

The message is clear: unknown calls kill momentum.

⚠️ Why This Hits Founders Even Harder

If you’re a founder, you’re not doing assembly-line work. You’re doing mental lifting.

You’re:

Writing investor decks

Mapping funnels

Auditing teams

Making high-leverage decisions

All of which require clarity, depth, and uninterrupted time.

Unknown calls create “micro-panic.” Even if you don’t answer, the question of “what if it’s urgent?” lingers.

Worse, some founders begin answering every unknown call out of fear—only to get hit with:

Robocalls

AI scam calls

Deepfake phishing attempts

It’s not just about being annoyed. It’s about having your focus hijacked multiple times a day—and never fully regaining it.

🔄 The Cumulative Impact of Unknown Calls

Let’s do the math:

Let’s say you get interrupted 3 times a day by unknown numbers.

Each costs you 20–25 minutes to refocus.

That’s over 1 hour of lost productivity every single day. 5+ hours per week. 250+ hours per year.

That’s over 30 full workdays—completely wasted due to unknown calls.

Now imagine what your business could look like if you got those 30 days back.

📵 Why “Ignoring” Isn’t Enough Anymore

Some people say, “Just ignore the calls.”

But here’s the reality:

Even ignoring the call breaks your mental rhythm.

You might still worry about missing something important.

You still spend time checking voicemails, returning calls, or googling numbers.

Ignoring is reactive. Founders need a proactive system.

✅ How to Actually Fix It

Here’s how I—and many other founders—handle this now:

1. Let AI Handle the First Contact

Tools like Clayo.ai act as your personal gatekeeper. It screens unknown calls, talks to the caller, understands the intent, and either:

Forwards the call with context

Blocks the call if it’s spam

Summarizes the call so you can review it later

That means zero distractions, but you never miss anything important.

2. Put Your Phone on DND During Focus Blocks

Use “Focus Mode” on iPhone or Android. But combine it with a smart screening app so you’re not completely disconnected from reality.

3. Set Call Expectations Publicly

Put in your email signature: “For urgent calls, text me first.” Make it clear to your clients, team, and network that unscheduled calls will be screened.

4. Install Clayo.ai (Not Just a Blocker—A Smart Screener)

Unlike Truecaller or Google Call Screen, Clayo:

Understands why someone is calling

Detects spam and AI-generated voices

Summarizes every call it handles

Connects only the ones worth your time

Think of it as an executive assistant for your phone—but one that runs 24/7, costs less than a coffee per day, and never makes mistakes.

🎯 What Does a Focus-Protected Day Look Like?

You wake up.

✅ No unknown number calls at 7:30 AM. ✅ No anxiety over “what if I missed something?” ✅ No robocalls, no interruptions, no fake voices.

Instead, Clayo sends you a single line summary at noon:

“Courier confirmed delivery. No action needed.” “Spam call blocked: Fake tax agency request.” “Client called unexpectedly. Urgent matter. Suggested callback.”

You stay in flow. You protect your best ideas. You control the noise.

💡 Final Word: Founders Don’t Need More Time—They Need More Focus

It’s not about having 10 hours a day. It’s about protecting the 3 that actually matter.

And that starts with protecting your mental bandwidth from invisible threats—like spam, scam, and unknown calls.

That’s why I trust Clayo.ai.

📱 It’s not just a filter. It’s an AI-powered gatekeeper that knows what matters and lets me focus on the big picture.

👉 Click here to try Clayo — and finally stop letting unknown calls control your day.