#Concience

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

*Sighs*...I miss those anons..

Me: *Sighs*..i miss those anons.. My Concience: *Slapped me* Listen to me girl! Have you Forgotten what they have done to you and saphira for the past 11 or 12 years after what they have done to you and saphira!? Me: No why? My Concience: look at this! I v https://www.tumblr.com/saphirafoxgirlspost1/636234903266246656/rapes-saphira-with-a-thorny-cock-its-what-you?source=share Do you really think you want to give them another chance..after what they have done to you and Saphira!? They wanted you two gone,,they wanted you two to kill themselve, they wanted you two to delete the blog...And FOR WHAT!? Everytime you asked them..and what they do? Me: they never answer.. My Concience: They Never answer! because they have nothing to say! They have No reasons whatsoever! They just think that They can do whatever they want with no Consequences and refuse to take "Responsibility" For what they have done adn the reason why they can't tell you is because they're stupid, petty, Coward, jealous, insecure, toxic, unbearable, meddling, heartless, Cruel, wicked, selfish, Low Down dirty Dog and a Big Fat Bully that they can do whatever they want without Any Consequences Nor punishment as well ..and also When was the Last time they ever appreciate your good open rps that you work so hard, all these stresses and thinking and creating something that your trying not to upset them? Me:..*Sighs* none.. My concience: Thats right...All they did is critisize you and everything your trying to do was never good enough for them! You've been treated so badly along with saphira for far too long..*Sighs*...i know you wanted to be loved and treated with respect you deserves.. But those anons are nothing but a Sorry excuse Snowflakes..they just compare you and saphira to terrorist, rapist,,and much much worse... You know what..Those anons and others are just as Horrible as Valentino! yea thats right..Fucking VALENTINO! Angel dusts abuser! they always like him! never respect you and saphira at all!..they said that they're just helping but it's not..they never cared about anyone but themselves...i know you have small love from nice anons..but those haters..washed you out like a tsunami.. Just..for god sake..just leave the anon thing off ok? Me: *Sighs* your right..those anons are Like valentino..they're nothing but abusers..just like everyone else..*lower heads and sighs* But at least..i have my good friends who always there for me..

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Anyway the difference between Bal and Nimona is like yes they're both outcasts and Balister has a noticable case of impostor syndrome reinforced by his social circle and pressure from the very head of the goverment, yet he still had pieces of privilige over Nimona, who he automatically, in a trained motion, tried to pull a sword on the second he figured she was Too Different even for his taste.

Then ofc we had Nimona putting up with it cuz she really needed this guy. Doing something good is better then never doing anything wrong, not to mention she's been dealing with this for over a milenium so who care. He assasinated the queen!! Or even if he didn't, it meant someone set him up to drag him back into the shadows from whence he came, so surely that will make him want to do something abt the system, right!!

I was going somewhere with this I forgot

I am also trying to write thoughts abt Nim/Gloreth and Bal/Amb parallels but I am struggling!!!!

[applesaucesims]

After a while of laying awake with his thoughts, Louis had only just fallen asleep, when he heard the faint melody from "Waltz of the Snowflakes." Of course, he immediately knew whom he was going to find sitting on his desk. He had not dreamt of dancing with his nutcracker in a while, especially since taking real ballet classes, and he was a little confused why he'd appear again now. There was no need for Sammy to teach him anything that he could learn from his teachers anyway.

The mention of his teachers was immediately regretted, when Sammy suddenly disappeared in a shimmering cloud, instead appearing right next to Louis - but looking and sounding just like Miss Lambert. Louis was barely able to stutter a few words, when the figure next to him disappeared again, appearing in front of him as Mr Booth, gently caressing his face.

The thoughts were racing in circles inside Louis's brain. Only when he covered his eyes, letting out a quiet mix between a scream and a groan, could he finally utter some coherent words again. Sammy seemed to think his humiliation was the funniest thing in the world, as he could hardly stop laughing at him. However, he was quick to make up for it, spinning the topic back to the dance he promised to begin with. And dance they did.

[TRANSCRIPT]

Sammy: *humming Waltz of the Snowflakes (from the Nutcracker)*

Louis: *yawns* "Sammy?"

Sammy: "That's me."

Louis: "What are you doing here?"

Sammy: "I'm here to teach you dancing, dummy!"

Louis: "You know I've got teachers for that now, right?"

Sammy: "Is that so? My mistake."

Sammy/Renée: "You'd prefer someone more... authoritative?"

Louis: "Uhm, I-"

Sammy/Albert: "Or perhaps someone... stronger?"

Louis: "M-maybe-"

Louis: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Louis: "Why are you doing this!?"

Sammy: *laughs* "You should see your face! That's true entertainment!"

Louis: "I think it's pronounced 'embarrassment.'"

Sammy: "Ah, don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."

Louis: "It's not like you can tell anyone."

Sammy: "True, but I can dance!"

Louis: *laughs* "You still want to?"

Sammy: "Of course! That's what I'm here for, isn't it? Just like old times?"

Louis: "Well, almost. I've had some training now!"

Sammy: "Well then? Let's see what you've got!"

[the-porn-demon]

Angel Dust, is it? I’ve heard so much about you and your rags-to-riches story! Tell me more, spidey~ -👑

@prince-pruflas

Oh fuckin’ Christ, not this dipshit.

Hey! That’s not very nice-

No, he’s right, let him have this one.

He sighed and gritted his teeth before turning to the twink. How can I help you?

[streets-in-paradise]

Shoulder devil and angel concept, but is these two:

[hingefreelester]

Happy easter april mishapocalypse boops fools baking 1st day to all who celebrate

[godmodebeginswithlesbians]

man i could really socially manipulate the shit out of people if i had the heart to do it

[lacnunga]

The tension between me and the squiggly red line on a word document as I respell the word five or six times determined to beat the spell-check. this too could be yuri

[idreamimpossiblethings]

Like I‘m attached to the Taylor‘s Versions for very different reasons than the ogs, but hearing her baby vocals for the first time in literally years makes me so emotional

I‘m suddenly fourteen again

[berryblu-soda]

still not over how badly they fumbled the entirety of garmadon´s character in crystalized hadsbfhjfdshufgfdh

they had everything set up!!! it could´ve been perfect!!! *screams and bites into the drywall*

he clearly doesnt work as a villain anymore, but the shell of a man trying to reconnect with his son while barely grasping the concept of empathy, but making an *effort*?? that could´ve been amazing aghh-

they shouldve gotten whoever did the garmadon comics to write them frfr

[oraculocelestia]

Hay una verdad sobre tu futuro que ha estado esperándote todo este tiempo, y hoy es el momento de descubrirla. No es tan complicada como crees… De hecho, ha estado en frente de ti todo este tiempo, susurrándote en cada decisión, en cada señal que ignoraste, en cada intuición que sentiste pero dudaste. Si has estado buscando respuestas, sintiendo que hay algo más, pero sin saber exactamente qué, este mensaje es para ti. Prepárate para ver tu destino desde una perspectiva completamente nueva. Lo que descubrirás hoy podría cambiar la forma en que ves tu vida para siempre. ✨ Tu futuro no es un misterio… Es un llamado. ¿Estás listo para escucharlo? 🔔 Suscríbete y activa las notificaciones para más mensajes que despierten tu verdadero potencial.

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[dirtyoldmanhole]

what if i drew scenes from yrmr like anime screenshots.....

[zoriety]

Woke up from a dream where I was objectively unveiling a horrible criminal, I was doing an ace attorney style takedown, but I had ALSO objectively wronged the victim. To ensure the full unopposed no doubts power of my case I had doctored the evidence to frame this defendant for what I know I did. The drama and stress of not flinching or faltering as I presented this all in my closing argument woke me up LOL

Also the setting vibes of this were sporadically uncanny valley and monstrous. Crimes commit here seriously involved lying about indescribable cosmic entity to control the victim, for unknown reasons

[minzart]

Just checking, but are minors allowed to follow you?

Follow at your own risk, I do tag properly and use the mature feature tumblr offers now to posts that are VISUALY intended for mature audiences(like suggestive art. And that feature allows users to blur it or not see them at all), talk of +18 themes are usually for funsies and simping for characters so I don't really see much of a problem with it(that's diferent from person to person so it's something that only yourself can know)

But I don't really mind minors following, I'll only mind if a minor enters a talk that is properly tagged and make very obvious they are not mature to handle it(in wich case i'll just block them)

[hergan416]

I should tell him, Albert thinks as the semi truck gains speed in the lane next to them, putting the car in its blind spot. He can see the semi changing lanes, can hear the crunch of metal as their car is crushed by 18 tires goong 60 miles an hour.

Mycroft adjusts his speed, and the car reappears in the truck's sideview mirror.

Speech continue to assualt Albert's ears, unprocessed. He breathes in through his nose, carefully as they gain on the car in front of them.

Mycroft slows, and the truck passes, followed by another.

They are too close to the car in front of them. Traffic will slow, they will need to brake, it will not be enough time. They can't see over the tall trailer.

Albert can hear the crunching of metal as silver paint rubs and rips and tears.

He takes another breath through is nose and tries to tell himself that this is a totally normal following distance.

I should tell him, Albert thinks again.

But he doesn't want to know.

He breaths in and looks out toward the river to the right. It sparkles in the sunlight, unimpeded by traffic or panic attacks.

Details speed along faster than he can hear them.

Is it worth telling Mycroft he isn't listening? That he can't listen? That the panic is bubbling up inside?

He smiles, catches enough words to make an educated response, and returns to watching the rest of the river as they finish their crossing.

Their exit is soon.

[formulapisces]

this is your concience speaking,,,, im here to bully you 😌😌

*insert funky little clown music*

you dont want to like ferrari you wont succumb to the pretty spells of hot monegasque drivers you wont like the team that stole carlos from our boy lando

*does the snoopy dance*

no but seriously my brother is a ferrari fan and he acts like they hang the moon even tho we can all see their race results now cant we

I WONT SUCCUMB TO IT. 😭 i’m mentally drained enough i don’t need a silly red team D:

going to snoopy dance my way out of this ferrari fever tarantella style