#wrong use of anything and everything

[nekrozen]

Beneath your throne, I found my name, Your child of man who chose your vines, not shame.

The Lord of Malevolence takes a bride, A bloom of thorns where fae never cried. Beneath a roof of thorns we lie, Where our shared agony will never die.

Your fangs were kinder than my dreams; As their state of unawareness burned behind my eyes, You kissed the ache within my soul, And made my ruin feel like an everlasting rest, cruel and whole.

It was always you whom I'd choose to decompose, Now wrapped in ruin, shrouded in silence where words have lost their meaning.

[lazylittledragon]

I love your art and all the situations™ you put characters in are always so enjoyable to see (even if it hurts my heart sometimes lol)

I was also just unsure if i missed a post about it already, but does your Jayce not have leg problems like season 2 Jayce? Just something I was curious about. Anyway, thank you for sharing your art with the world it frequently helps better my mood during no spoon days ♡ ♡ ♡

thank you so much!! <33

yes he does!! i was actually so sure you could see his knee brace in some of my comics but i went back and looked and it's actually out of view most of the time (apart from the laundry room panel where i know 100% i forgot to draw it even though it was in the sketch and i didn't realise until after i posted it, because i'm an idiot)

i also draw mostly modern au where knee braces are a lot less bulky (and not made of metal) so it's usually just under clothing the same way viktor's is!!

[introspectivememories]

thinking about jason and juno again. and juno specifically, not hera. bc like hera likes him, loves him even if the moon is blue enough, but he's juno's son champion through and through. like that's his mom. juno and lupa. when he thinks about his mom, he doesn't think about beryl, he thinks of how cold and wet lupa's snout was when she used to nuzzle him. he thinks of juno's hands in his hair when he would fall asleep in her temple. like that's his mom!!!!

and i really do wonder what their relationship was like before the switch. what did it mean to be juno's champion? and it's not like juno was just some big goddess. contrary to what riordan thinks, the romans were not some temu knockoff of the greeks. juno was the protector of rome and she was part of the capitoline triad. what did that mean for jason who so clearly bore her favor?

the romans considered her the protector of rome. they called her juno moneta, juno the warner. did jason also feel when threats to new rome were made? maybe he didn't get visions but did he wake up somedays and tie his shin guards tighter? did he run drills twice as hard in the year before the battle at mt. tamalpais? as the romans were preparing for war with the greeks did he move restlessly on the argo II? when he was out on missions in new rome, did he take out monsters near the camp? and in a more day-to-day experience, did he vote against seemingly harmless policies in the camp and in the city because of a gut instinct?

she was the patron of marriages in rome. did they have come to weddings in new rome so it could be blessed by juno? did she let him bless unions? do you think this was jason's favorite aspect of juno? do you think he tried to attend as many weddings as possible? do you think he felt like something was missing when he was a chb when he couldn't perform these duties? she was a fertility goddess as well. when a baby was born in new rome, do you think jason woke up with a pull in his chest? do you think jason liked holding these infants, the newest member of his city, and blessing them? do you think jason became a common sight in the maternity ward? how many children had a "big brother jason" or an "uncle jason" who came over every once in a while to play with them? do you think he let them play in her temple when they came by? do you think he lifted them up so they could adorn her with flowers?

like do you think he was her priest in addition to being her champion? did he raise the geese that lived in her temple? did he slaughter the goat for her festival? did he sweep and clean her temple? did he sing the songs and lead the prayers? did he find the peacock that lives there? did he plant the lotus flowers? how much of the temple duties did he perform? how long do you have to do something before it becomes a part of who you are? and when he's at chb, did it make him angry to see how cold and impersonal hera's cabin was? did it make him uncomfortable to see it so empty? was he twitching with no temple duties to keep busy with? with no geese to run after? with no rome to protect?

when he was younger, how often did he fall asleep in the temple, under his lady's watchful eye? how often did he wake up to a woman in a goatskin running her fingers through his hair singing lullabies? how often did he talk to her? how often did she respond to her champion's prayers?

and i think ultimately this removal of such a core part of him is why he never truly repaired his relationship with juno. because she took out a core part of who he was. maybe it was conditioning, maybe she raised him from birth to be a lamb for the slaughter, but it was still who he was. he was jason grace, "champion of juno" first and "son of jupiter" second. and in many ways, he was her only demigod son. and when she took it out of him, there was hole. a yawning, gaping, chasm. and he filled it with other things so well that there was no need and no room for her. he had now become jason grace "son of jupiter" first and "champion of juno" second.

[pushing500]

I have no idea why I decided that Jut speaks French (I think the name Marc-Daniel seemed French to me? Idk), but he does, and there's nothing y'all can do about it.

Similar to Janne from the last update, Jut is one of the fungoid xenotypes and is disgusting enough to make people vomit on sight. Poor guy.

I get the feeling the Jones boys are a bit fed up with guests who make them throw up. I don't blame them. I'd get sick of it, too. (Get it? "Sick" of it? 😆 Because... yeah, you get it.)

In between trying to figure out what Jut is saying and also avoiding him whenever possible, Kwahu can now charge batteries with his brain. Good for him! This will come in very useful.

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[ganondoodle]

game dev is such an alluring thing to try to do bc its a kind of media that allows for such an active and direct way to interact with others like most things just dont

im still dreaming of trying it every now and again but, among my other problems, i run into the more unique problem of .. not knowing or not wanting to start bc i cant find tutorials that teach me about how i structure code, where do i begin, where does a script go, what makes sense to seperate into its own piece of code and what should stay together, what do i do first?? i have found ones that teach you about single things but never really how to structure it all, how it should look like as a whole, and idk what mental wall i run into but i need to know before i can even try!! its the not knowing where to start that keeps blocking me bc i dont want to make a mess, i am very chaotic and code is something hard to get right and hard to untangle so i dont want to just .. do stuff that wont work

[slytherinshua]

slowly realizing more and more that the sm boycott effort is gonna amount to nothing in the end, and this is not the way we should be going about the riize situation.

i loved seunghan when he was in the group, and i am still an ot7 fan. but at a point, i think we need to think of how much of our time and energy we're willing to spend fighting for something that has such a small chance of actually happening. sm is gonna bounce back from any stock lost from the boycott because they are one of the big 3. they have like 4 of the biggest groups in kpop rn: nct, aespa, red velvet, riize. there's just no way either boycotting riize or boycotting all of sm would actually be detrimental enough to get a member who's been terminated from the group back in.

and while i don't agree with the ot6 fans who are being unreasonable, i think some ot7 fans have been just as bad. this fandom is so toxic and rotten, every day it just seems to get worse. and i don't like the narrative that most ot7 fans were spreading about ot6 kfans-- how they were just mad that seunghan was dating pre debut. that isn't why they were mad, they really didn't care about that. it's the fact that he took pictures of him with his possibly/alleged underage girlfriend (it's honestly bad enough with/without her being possible underage, which i don't have confirmation on) at what looks like a hotel and presumably sent it to his friends in a group chat (which was how it got leaked). that's why they wanted him out of the group.

personally, i don't believe that a member should get kicked out of a group or put on hiatus without a proper reason why. and seunghan's hiatus and termination is really messy. but there are valid reasons why kfans weren't too big on him. the problem is there have been many idols kicked out for things they didn't do, and others who have been caught doing really fucked up and nasty things and rightfully kicked out of the group, but it's hard to know which idols are innocent or not when there's no organization. and when we jump on a narrative train and blow something super big out of proportion, the facts and proper investigation of the situation gets lost in the mess of things.

what should have happened was things being properly investigated back in october 2023 before seunghan was ever put on hiatus, and a decision made from there whether to keep him in the group or kick him out based on that.

instead, we have the other 6 members who clearly want seunghan back tired of the state of everything (rightfully so), ot7 and ot6 fans fighting a full blown war every day without logical thinking, and misinformation being spread left and right. there's no organization, there's no firm confirmation on anything, all of this is just such a big mess.

now let me be clear IF it's true that there was anything suspicious going on between seunghan and his girlfriend, then i would obviously no longer support him. as it is, i'm not going to stop supporting him until there's firm evidence. i'm tired of kpop stans making rash decisions based on half truths instead of just being patient and waiting for the facts to come out. staying neutral during unclear situations is a valid stance to take. please let's all stop jumping to conclusions from both sides.

[lavender-gayz]

okay, obviously taking it as read that sofia was justified in wanting oz to suffer. this man was complicit in getting her locked up in a grotesque mockery of a mental institution for 10 years AND murdered her brother AND framed someone else for it AND stole her drug operation AND left her at the hands of a rival gang.

can we talk about how well-conceived her revenge plan was?

a regular, unimaginative person who'd got their hands on their enemy's beloved mother would have physically tortured and/or killed her in front of him and called it a day. not our girl!

she initiates the worst family therapy session and makes oz's mum confront the reality that he (a) killed her other two sons and (b) is willing to keep lying about it even when her physical safety is very much at stake. oz finds out his mother once wanted him dead AND hears her truthfully say she hates him now AND gets stabbed by her AND watches her collapse.

masterful plan. well done, sofia. i hope the thought keeps you warm at night.

[caitlynmeow]

Alcina with Cassandra

[petulant-plants]

I’m at the point in Dark Heir where the other shoe could drop for Will from like a hundred different angles and it has me talking nonsense to myself

The fact that he’s made it this far without discovery is bonkers bc at any moment James could just,,, remember his face or dream about him.

Or Visander could catch up to him and just point and shout ‘YOU’.

Or he could give the game up himself by being dumb and too close to Dark Artifact No.256. One day he’s gonna touch too many of those dark artifacts that are “touch it and you’ll die a horrid death” and not die.

[louferrignojrofficial]

You probably already know this but just in case I know there’s a blog on here called rubydaiquiri who has been called out for this.

i’ve seen her multiple ‘apologies’ (read: excuses) on her blog. and i’m gonna repeat a sentiment i said on the post where she reposted my gif, and then replied to my comment about not reposting with some excuse about the ‘legal’ technicalities:

GET. FUCKED.

[its-the-blob]

when i took math courses in college, we did a lot of proofs. so how proofs work (I am simplifying this extremely because I am not really a 'math person'. i am just a girl who doesn't trust professors and wanted to take a lot of courses with completely objective grading criteria) - if a thing in math is always true, you write out a bunch of logical statements and construct an argument that shows the thing must always be true. but if you can come up with even one mathematically valid example where the thing stated in the proof doesn't have to be true, you can't prove the statement, because it's not always true. those were my favorite proof assignments because they were short. you write something like (hypothetically) 'I found a situation where 2+2 will equal 5 so i'm not socratically examining this thing for you it's fake' and turn it in and get an A. it's great

anyway this post is about fiction writing, because pretty much any time ever that I see someone confidently assert 'stories always have to do x thing!' (the key word is the always, or the never, or similarly absolutist phrasing) I can find a situation where a work didn't do that thing and it was wildly successful in any way you want to measure success. the thing stated in the proof doesn't have to be true. there is no proof.

There is no 'always' in any art form. There are things that are much more or less likely to be successful, but there are no mathematical proof equivalents. When I see people claiming there are, I usually get the impression that they are relatively new to the craft, and just discovered a new trick, and got excited about it, and that's wonderful!!! And whatever technique they're talking about is probably a really handy one, and they're worth listening to- to an extent. But now they're telling everyone to follow this important new rule they've just discovered. for every story. But that may not be the right choice for a myriad of reasons (an author may not want the effect that technique produces, that effect is achievable other ways, etc).

'Ackshully' some of you may say. 'I am a published author and I've been writing twenty years and' well you just told me (as a random example, totally not thinking of save the cat) there's always a big crisis in the second act of every story, all of them. even though an 'act', itself, is usually a wobbly term because if the work didn't put in act division labels- or even if it did in some cases- different people could look at the end product and reasonably divide it up in different ways. So that makes me suspect a) if you really believe that you're a hack b) if you don't really believe that, you're a grifter selling fake knowledge to people trying to get started with the craft, Or, c) you're not good at teaching writing because teaching and writing are different skills and that's ok, but you should stop teaching. 👍or consider recruiting a statler and waldorf style duo to point out whenever you're wrong

[kdelarenta]

potential tw: slut-shaming, catcalling, misogyny, parental abuse

me when i try to break the cycle but the cycle breaks me 🙂💔🥀

name: claire coleman

li: alaric

story: debt of deception by @debtofdeception-if

[enjoyvoidblack]

Melanie King deserved better in a lot of ways, but I've decided one of them is that she should've been born a decade or two earlier and gotten the chance to meet Gerard Keay.

Imagine if, instead of being snapped up by Elias for having "a life shockingly lacking in any meaningful connections", she could have made contact with the only person around who's both just as isolated and angry, and equipped with the setting's one and only productive plan to do something about it. Gerry's bookburning is one of if not the only bits of real, tangible good succeeded at in the course of this story - something not even Gertrude's many sacrifices managed to fully achieve. He took terror out of the world. He prevented who knows how many people from experiencing Leitner's horrors, and he did it with a flaming abandon that would have validated all of the anger Melanie sought a home for in that bullet when it had no other.

Those two couldn't have saved the world, but they could've ripped a damn good hole in the things that tried to claim it before it went out, and I think they would've both been much happier for it, especially Melanie. Just imagine what could have been, if they'd gotten one long road trip crusade together instead of facing the world alone save for whoever thought them handy as a tool. Imagine Melanie during season 4, on the road and able to funnel all her restless rage into something that actually deserved it. Going wherever she wanted at top speed instead of being stuck with containment and waiting, being able to say "it's not bloody fair" and get a "damn right it's not" in agreement instead of distraction and pushback from people more preoccupied with stopping the things they'd already had their own time to process. Gerry burning books in a Tesco parking lot with Melanie as lookout. Melanie kicking the pile hard first before he lights it up. The two of them helping each other touch up their roots in a rest stop bathroom. Just Imagine.

[songfell-ut]

Happy birthday, Vene

This was drawn by @venelona on Discord and I cleverly tricked her into letting me put this here so I can do a very small gift and rewrite the fork scene if Frisk was a dude. I realize this is not reassuring to those of you who are tired of my self-AU, but I super swear I am editing the final draft of Chapter 34 in the other tab right now.

Also, it's not the entirety of their first meeting in Frisk's room, just skipping around to the relevant bits, explaining how there's still a dramatic reveal if this Frisk isn't wearing a veil because you can pry that dramatic reveal out of my cold dead hands.

Over a day later, the High Priest shut the outer door to his chambers, whistling to himself. He set a covered tray on the table, sat down at the mirror, and checked that his eyes were clear, or at least not too red. Then he picked up his coronet and settled it over his head. He stared at his reflection for a full minute, as if waiting for the young man in the mirror to get up first; with a sigh, he finally pushed himself to his feet.

Just outside his bedroom, he let the whistle peter out into a thread of magic that ran ahead to check the loose barriers he'd set around the bed. Two echoes came back, one very close by. "Good morning. Please step back," he said into the slight crack in the door.

A pause, then a soft creak of floorboards, unnervingly quiet for something – someone – his size. "Further, please," he ordered.

The skeleton made a noise he couldn't interpret. Floorboards creaked again, and the bedframe groaned under his weight. The priest turned the doorknob, picked up the tray, and elbowed the door open.

Sans was sitting near the edge of the bed, legs crossed, elbows on his knees. He had left the nearly transparent inner bedcurtains closed, but opened the windows, and even just his outline through the thin curtain looked menacing; the light shone through his filthy shirt, shadowing the spaces between his ribs, and the fire in his sockets fully illuminated his features. The young man made himself place the tray on a side table and pull up a chair with perfect unconcern, as if he couldn't feel him staring his down. "I see you're all healed. You must have slept well," he said coolly. "I know I did."

The skeleton glanced behind him at the rumpled sheets. "Uh..."

"You were alone the whole time," the priest hastened to assure him. "There's a very comfortable couch in my office that I've been using."

skip

That didn't feel quite right, but without more evidence, the priest decided to leave it for now. Instead, he pulled the side table closer and removed the tray's cover.

Sans twitched at the sight of steaming hotcakes, piles of cheese-sprinkled eggs, tomatoes, and crisp-crusted sausage links. The priest cut a tomato slice into quarters with his fork, speared one and popped it into his mouth; rather than making Sans share the napkin, he dabbed his lips in passing with the very edge of one sleeve.

This courtesy was lost on the skeleton. "Need somethin’ ta wipe with?" he inquired, and plucked at the curtain. “How ‘bout this?”

The young man ignored him and made a show of chewing, swallowing, and lifting another tomato to his mouth. Sans didn't have a stomach, but if he had, the priest probably would have heard it growling; the monster was shifting around and scowling, clearly agitated. So the human quickened his pace, taking a huge bite of egg, a chunk of hotcake, and a sausage in turn, eating as fast as he could.

Sans' eyes had lit to orange again, and the human was glad to put the fork down. "There. You see? It isn't poisoned," he said briskly. he stood and pushed the side table over to the bed. "Help yourself."

The orange faded. Sans’ skull tilted this way and that, like a wary but curious animal. "What?"

"I had breakfast over an hour ago. This is for you," the priest explained.

Sans glanced at the tray, then back to him. The human waited for a full ten seconds, almost holding his breath, before he was rewarded with a rude noise. "Can I have another fork? Don't want your germs," he said.

skip

The skeleton's face was impossible to see clearly. Now that it was quiet, it reminded the young man too much of when he'd grabbed him in the cell. His instincts screamed at him to pull his hand back and throw a barrier between them, but determination surged as he remembered how he'd already faced down the boss monster’s attempts to kill him. He was going to forge a lasting bond between their worlds and hand over a kitchen utensil like a normal person or die trying.

Slowly, Sans reached down through the gap in the curtains, and the human fought to keep from panicking as the massive hand approached. The skeleton paused...and plucked the fork from his grip with delicate courtesy, holding it up between them. "Hm. Too small. Still dirty." He tossed it to the floor.

The High Priest stared at the fork. He stared at him. He retrieved the fork, stood up, dropped it into the pitcher, and plunged his hand in after it. Out came the utensil; the young man strode over and shoved the bedcurtain aside enough to gather up a fistful of it as a makeshift towel. This bed was centuries old and the curtains worth as much as a commoner’s entire wardrobe, but they belonged to the High Priest, which meant they were his. And as High Priest, if he wanted to use his antique linen to dry a mostly-clean fork in order to please a giant monster who was intimidating him and somehow also being a complete snot, then who was going to stop him? No one, that was exactly who.

With a righteous huff, he turned back around, still polishing the bedamned fork. "Here," he said, fully facing Sans for the first time. "I hope this is satisfactory."

Sans looked at him. He didn't say anything.

The world always seemed a little too bright with the bedcurtains open, and the light from the window was in his eyes. The priest rubbed them on his sleeve, and scratched under his jaw where the curtain had brushed it. "Well?" he demanded.

Sans didn't take it. He was leaning forward, hand dangling as if he'd started to reach for it and somehow forgotten what he was doing. His sockets were blank, an odd color washing over his bony face. "Uh," he said. "It's."

The priest didn't know that that could be a complete sentence. It probably wasn't, he thought in growing irritation. "Sans," he said carefully, "are you going to use this, or would you like to eat with your hands?"

The skeleton shook himself and turned away. "Never mind. 'm not hungry," he grumbled.

The human bit back the urge to call him a colorful name or two. "Sans, this is not a joke. There is nothing wrong with your food, except that it's cold. Eat it. Please."

"I will, I will." Sans hunched his shoulders. "Just gimme a couple minutes."

He did not have the time or patience for this. "Sans. Look at this." The monster glanced up, and in one motion, the human stabbed a sausage and another chunk of hotcake. "Say 'ahhh,'" he ordered, and when Sans blankly repeated, "Ahh?" he thrust the fork into Sans’ mouth.

skip

Sans was not wondering the same thing. He was thinking how he'd woken up not knowing where he was and had had to figure out that he wasn't dreaming about the battle in his cell: a human witch really had trapped him and knocked him out with some kind of weird brain-magic. Once he got over the fact that he couldn't take any shortcuts and wouldn't fit through the windows, though, he had to admit things could be worse; the bed really was the most comfortable thing in the world.

Talking with the witch was not comfortable. It was bad enough when he was asking Sans questions about his capture and not breaking out of prison, but then he had to give him food and say things that made sense, and things that made even more sense, and then...

Sans did not like anything about humans, especially their looks. He never understood how they could be attracted to each other long enough to reproduce; they seemed far shallower than monsters, for whom the inside really did count more than the outside, except maybe when it came to reproduction. But that was a rare occasion for them, and they thought humans' obsession with it was shallow and weird at best. Sans in particular had no interest in the human form unless he was trying to destroy it: male or female, they were all just skeletons with varying degrees of hair, meat and fluids in the way.

And then this infuriating human had turned around in the sunlight, curtain and stupid fork in hand, and Sans suddenly couldn't breathe. The overall picture was what made him feel a huge mess of feelings he didn't like or understand, but he could see every detail perfectly: lips pursed in annoyance, the sun reflecting off that black circlet thing, chestnut hair shining and reddish-brown eyes half closed against the light…even the seemingly dull, coarse hair on his face showed wavy patterns picked out in golden threads.

And then the human had tipped his head and shown a glimpse of his throat, and now Sans couldn't think things right. All he could try to do was turn away, then eat it all in order to make him go away, and only his punning instinct had saved Sans from saying or doing anything else stupid.

Why did Frisk have to like puns, too?

This was bad. It had gotten very complicated, very fast. He had to get out of here. The human had demonstrated some emotion behind his priest-y facade; maybe Sans could appeal to it, persuade him to pick some other monster and not risk boning things up? Priests weren’t supposed to bone, right? Ha, ha, etc.

…Granted, this one could probably manage it, given how powerful he was, not to mention easy on the eye sockets, but there was no telling if he was—

"...going to do it," he was saying, wiping away tears of laughter. "I'm not all-powerful, but I have enough influence at court and with the Church to guarantee your safety." Frisk looked up at him, bright-eyed, and his SOUL did another loop-de-loop. "So, Sans. Will you stay?"

He didn't want to, it was a bad idea, and he said, "No," in his mind.

Frisk smiled, tilting his head.

"Yeah," Sans said out loud.

[illyria-and-her-pet]

So Romania claimed to have video evidence Cecile took 84 seconds & USAG claims to have video evidence Cecile took 47 or 55 seconds, but the entire time FIG has had official Omega time keeping that says Cecile took 64 seconds. CAS will surely uphold official electronic time entries over any subjective video evidence.

Now that we know FIG has had official omega time keeping for their inquiries this whole time, CAS made the right decision. It went from being a subjective field of play decision if it was based on video evidence or there was no time keeping the whole time to indisputable objective procedure error that is officially on record. If FIG was never keeping record, it could be human error like Sabrina OOB. But yeah omega is indisputable unlike video evidence, human timekeeping, stop watches, etc.

Well it turns out FIG has more technology & procedures in place than I thought... They have official omega time keeping for inquiries & you can actually inquire NDs like OOB or time deductions. Coaches need to submit their inquiries on time & for the right thing. But ultimately it's still FIG's fault & they need to make sure this doesn't happen again. WTC superior jury needs to automatically reject late inquiries & not credit dance elements their own help desks say should be downgraded. Line judges need better technology, view, or replay than tiny monitor screens. And most of all, gymnasts shouldn't be punished for FIG's mistakes. Donatella resign challenge. She deserves the consequences. Not Jordan, Sabrina, or Ana.

[cleradinthealps]

it’s so telling that the ultra-wealthy are suddenly so worried about violence when it’s against a ceo but couldn’t be bothered by the hundreds of school shootings that have happened over the years