#Hope this makes sense LMAOO

[iero]

Is anyone else's music streaming service's algorithm when you put your music on shuffle so fucked? It's like it knows who my number one artist of the year is and I'll have to go through, like, 100 different songs by other artists before I get ONE of theirs.

[sporeclan]

yooooo this concept is so cool!!! since you have very heavy lore and stuff how much are you planning to change in game events to fit your cannon?

Thank you!!!! :D I have a few different things I'm doing.

First of all, to keep with the lore of all the other clans disbanding, all prompts caused by other clans are being rewritten as rogues, and I'll try to keep them as hostile as possible(mostly by just antagonizing them a lot lol). The gist of why they're so hostile towards SporeClan is that they don't believe that Crowstar was given nine lives and thinks she's acting as a false prophet, and they think it's unfair for them to claim a whole territory as theirs alone when they also need resources.

I will also be avoiding StarClan prompts. Since the clans were cut off from their direct link to StarClan, it's also now harder for StarClan to interact with the living. The only cats that I'll let talk about sensing StarClan are cats with StarClan connection traits, like Crowstar, and even then it'll only be vague, like catching a short burst of legible noise on a radio if that makes sense? I'm also considering giving future leaders only 1 life if they don't have the StarClan traits, but we'll see about that.

I'll be trying to avoid large predators, since the ecosystem in this area can barely account for small ones right now, but that might change in the future as things grow more stable. Plus, I'd like most of the danger, at least for now, to come mainly from rogues, human presence(they're curious about the fungus and wanna study it) or even some internal strife(the founders all grew up in different clans after all!).

I think that's about it, though! At least, I can't think about anything else I really change :')

[linterteatime]

Have you ever wanted to draw something but you fought due to your skill level at the time you decide not to do it

I kiiiind of have? But I guess for me it's less about not wanting to do it because I don't think im capable, but rather because figuring it out would take me a lot of time, and if I end up deciding to not do it i probably just did not have the time for that in that moment, does it make sense?

[wyvernne]

Let's be real, hyv is scared of bipoc and strong, thick, muscular and/or fat women. The variety we get in the male models is insane but we only have short and skinny woman or tall and skinny woman with huge boobs. It's one of my biggest gripes with genshin and makes me feel even worse when you've got characters like Candace, Beidou, and Dehya that look like that.

Thank god the fan artists come through and give them the body types we all know they have. Also I'm sorry I'm blowing up your inbox I just have very strong feelings on this --

DEADASS. especially the representation in sumeru?????? it’s so frustrating that consumers of the game tell them, over and over, that they want more representation in the game and over and over it’s ignored. hoyo has been in the industry long enough and it is enough of an international company that representation should be something they take seriously and answer to. but they don’t, because they stick with the same dry formula that sells.

it’s the same with the female designs. they keep putting them in near-lingerie and don’t bother giving them decent backstories because they know people will whale for them because they’re hot. i get it, they’re a company and the point is to make revenue, but it is so frustrating that they don’t listen to such a large portion of their consumers.

and it is such a shame because it really is a beautiful storyline. it’s so clear they put so much effort into the research and weaving all the plot lines together. but then a massive chunk of their characters are just after thoughts and it absolutely puts a shadow over everything they’ve built.

[buggbuzz]

LMAO I JUST REALIZED MY ADHD MEDS MAKE MY EYES DILATE?? ITS BEEN TWO YEARS

[bison-appreciation-club]

hate hate hate how ai art turns up everywhere now. it's not just people making their ocs in art generators where they all look the same with the same smooth flawless faces and too shiny eyes. now i almost reblogged a piece of art which the op claimed was by a 19th century artist. it was ai. popular aesthetic bloggers post ai pictures and nobody seems to notice. my search history is polluted with ai. i hate how casual it is now. at least say that what you're posting is ai

[anthromimicry]

“Do you need something to drink?”

misao had been plagued with these terrible migraines for days. they always seemed to start in the same place, which was the base of her skull, and traveled up her head to her temples. and that wasn't even the worst part of it all. they had started to negatively affect her performance at work. so, now not only was she in physical stress, but mental stress as well. it had been taking a lot out of her just to listen to her patients and appear to give even the slightest damn about their issues whenever her head felt a bit like it was one of those pressurized instant cooking pots: prone to burst at any time given the right stimulus. thus, misao was taking the day off as per the warden of arkham's orders, despite the fact that she didn't want to.

and this was because the institution held her main food source within it. but she supposed she could survive on other things besides her patients themselves, for a few days. there was a time where misao had managed to survive on just insects after all. a sigh slipped through her lips, then, at the thought while she stared at the blaring light coming from the laptop screen in front of her. why was misao even trying to respond to work emails right now anyhow? the jorōgumo knew that the only thing that she would get from it was an even bigger headache. the latest thing that misao had been dealing with in her workplace was another psychiatrist trying to get rid of his most 'difficult' patient by transferring them to her care, and she had found that to be pretty irritating.

it really was as if these out of network fellow doctors of hers thought that she was the person to dump treatment-resistant patients on when they got tired of them, rather than someone they should actually treat like one of their respected colleagues. misao was faced with the other just as she decided to close her laptop next and would've jumped up in surprise if she didn't stop herself at the very last second. gosh, did she wish people around here would announce themselves more often. a laugh that conveyed both a slight sense of nervousness and friendliness leaving misao's lips while her eyes focused on khare's, ❝ oh, wow. hi — uhh, you were not just there a few seconds ago, were you? because i have to admit, you kind of scared me. i did not hear you at all. ❞

misao fixed the glasses she wore to sit atop her nose properly once more as she plastered the most well meaning smile that she could on her face. to be honest, she hadn't really thought too much about what she wanted to order yet, but misao supposed something simple like a water might calm that dreaded sense of nausea she was feeling along with the newfound pressure in her skull. 'now would be as good of a time as ever to start working, pain medicine,' misao thought to herself, ❝ yeah. i'd love something to drink, actually. could you get me some water? you'd honestly be helping me a lot by just doing that, ❞ keeping things short and sweet is just what misao preferred to do, especially around strangers, so that's exactly what she did.

although misao was hungry... attempting to eat someone like khare would be quite the risk since they were in public and that could mean that she could very much be potentially out herself in the process. so, once again, she supposed she'd just have to perform a little fast as she originally planned.

[skarloeyspa]

The Two Good Fairies (Wait, Two?)

Just a bit (a lot) of re-imagining of the finer details of Duke's rescue and the episode Sleeping Beauty. I haven't exactly posted my writing publicly before so don't expect stellar content lol. I also took some liberties between the tv series and RWS canon, but most of the inspiration is from the tv series. Also crediting @/ryan1014n2 for the aluminum works HC for Stuart and Falcon!

“...and that’s why they call you a hotbox!”

“Hotbox?! At least I’m not the one with steamroller wheels!”

Rheneas watched the two new engines bicker with amusement as he waited for his own departure, passengers still slowly filing into the coaches attached to his back buffers. The two new engines, Sir Handel and Peter Sam were double-heading a heavy freight train, passing by the station slowly.

“Steamroller! Wait until Duke hears about this one!”

Sir Handel proclaimed, and the bickering had all but stopped. Rheneas couldn’t see the expression on either engine, they had already passed the station by then, and were speeding along the line once more. 

A familiar whistle sounded across the platform, Rheneas whistled back as Skarloey pulled into the station.

“Rheneas! How does it feel to be back on the line?”

“Just wonderful, is that even a question? I was so glad to finally get overhauled, but I’m even more grateful to be back.”

The two old engines shared a laugh, before settling into the buzz of the busy station. Tidbits of the earlier conversation between the two new engines resurfaced in Rheneas’ mind.

“Say, Skarloey. You know that Duke person that Sir Handel and Peter Sam bring up? Who are they?”

The red engine froze, before returning Rheneas’ gaze, a hint of bitterness in his eyes.

“Duke is…an engine. He was on the old railway that Sir Handel and Peter Sam used to run. It closed after some time and…they couldn’t find Duke a new home.”

Rheneas felt dread pool at the bottom of his boiler.

“Was he…”

“Oh, no, they didn’t scrap him. They just…sheeted him. But who knows what happened to the poor old engine?”

Rheneas opened his mouth to reply, but the sound of guard’s whistle kept the words on his tongue. Pursing his lips, Rheneas simply whistled back as he pulled out of the station, left to ponder about this mysterious engine’s fate.

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Several years had passed since their conversation, and Rheneas would have forgotten, if he didn’t hear passing mentions of Duke whenever the two new engines were around. 

No, calling them new would imply they were strangers, Peter Sam and Sir Handel had far outgrown that title.

Sometimes, when the rain was heavy and the trees rustled against the brick of their sheds, the two engines would recount tales on their old railway. It was from these stories that Rheneas and Skarloey would learn more about the mysterious engine named Duke. 

Duke, or as Sir Handel and Peter Sam liked to call him, Granpuff, was the old faithful of their old railway the Mid-Sodor. When they were still called Stuart and Falcon, Duke was the one to keep them in check and out of trouble. They talked of the time that Duke gallantly pulled Sir Handel back up the mountain, or the time Duke humbled Peter Sam by roaring loudly on the mountain as though he were the one with a packed passenger train and an engine pulling on his coupling. The two told of many stories, some more savoury than the others, but not once had they spoken Duke’s name without love.

And, as Rheneas would later recognize in their voice, grief.

One day, after returning to the sheds for the night, with Skarloey being the only other engine present, Sir Topham Hatt approached Rheneas and Skarloey along with a group of men holding rolls of paper and small suitcases.

“Starting from tomorrow,” announced Sir Topham Hatt, “I’d like the two of you to assist in a special job,” and he quietly explained to the two old engines the visitors’ proposal.

“They want to find Duke!” Skarloey exclaimed as the men left with the Fat Controller, “Goodness! Wait until Sir Handel and Peter Sam hear about this, they’ll be ecstatic!”

But Rheneas shushed his brother, “Best keep it a secret until we actually do find him,” he replied, “It would be such a letdown for them if we build up all this hope only to end up finding nothing.”

And so, the two engines and their crew agreed to keep this operation a secret. In the following days, either Rheneas or Skarloey would take the visitors and some workmen into the faraway mountains, going through old tunnels and over high bridges, trying to find the old shed that still housed the lost Duke. Every day, they would go deeper and deeper into the hills, and with each day their hope dwindled, but the search carried on, the crew refusing to give up. 

Skarloey waited on the old rails, watching as the search crew climbed further and further into the old station, looking like ants as they scrambled over the overgrown ruins. Bored, Skarloey observed the mountains around him. 

From the moss-covered tracks to the rusted barrels and rotting wooden crates that strewn about the grounds paved with gravel, Skarloey’s gaze trailed to the empty decaying shed, the first thing they had found upon arriving. Pieces of the roof had broken off and fallen onto the ground, the glass on the windows cracked and filled with holes, and vegetation ate away at the bricks and wood that still struggled to keep the shed intact.

Skarloey’s observations were interrupted by the sound of a distant crash. Returning his attention to the search crew, they were rushing towards the top of a particularly shallow cliff. Skarloey squinted his eyes. Was that…smoke? 

The men crowded around the clouds of dust, and Skarloey was too far away to hear their conversations, but soon cheers and laughter erupted from the crew. 

“We found him! We found our sleeping beauty!”

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Skarloey and Rheneas waited patiently as the crew secured the old engine to the flatbed, chains pulling over the engine’s dusty, worn brown paint. Some of the men discussed among themselves what to do with the decade-old coal that still remained in the old engine’s little tender, but neither Skarloey nor Rheneas caught the end of that conversation as their crew prepared for departure.

Rolling along the old track, Skarloey was coupled up to the flatbed, curiously observing the old engine they had just rescued. Duke’s eyes were wide and filled with glee as he watched the mountains pass. Soon, the old engine’s gaze landed on Skarloey.

“Oh? Hello there, I don’t believe we’ve met before,” Duke inquired of Skarloey. 

“No, we haven’t. But I’ve heard a lot about you,” Skarloey replied, and the two began chatting, with Rheneas soon joining in from behind. They talked of the stories that Peter sam and Sir Handel would tell, now hearing Duke’s perspective as well, chuckling over how the two had been such cheeky engines in their youth.

“Really now? Seems like Peter Sam hasn’t changed a bit!” Rheneas retorted, and the three laughed once again, though a sadness settled in Duke’s tired eyes.

“Peter Sam, is it? Everything does change, I suppose.” The old engine murmured solemnly.

“Perhaps, but I’d say the joy I hear in their voices when they told your stories was all genuine, and so was the sadness they'd tried to hide,” Skarloey said in return.

Duke contemplated Skarloey’s words in silence as they passed over the viaduct. With his gaze trained on the ravine below, Duke smiled tenderly.

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Sir Handel bit back a retort, imagining all the ways he would one-up Peter Sam once given the chance. As he waited for his coaches to be uncoupled, Skarloey rolled into the station, strangely muddy for a day at the quarry and barely contained excitement.

“Hello Skarloey, what’s got you all excited?” quizzed Sir Handel.

“Oh, has the Fat Controller not told you yet? There’s a surprise waiting for you and Peter Sam at the sheds!”

“Surprise? How nice of him! What is it?” Peter Sam replied.

“Well, I’m not one to spoil surprises, but there’s someone you’ve been longing to see, just as he’d been longing to see you again.”

…huh?

“You mean…Duke?”

Skarloey’s grin widened. Next to him, Peter Sam bounced about on his tracks, shaking with joy, but Sir Handel remained frozen on his spot, disbelief still rampant in his mind. Distantly, he could hear his driver’s comments about his fire going on and off, unstable and incapable of producing good steam. Skarloey spoke again, but his words faded into a buzz, settling into the background with the rest of the bustling passengers at the station.

…

Glimpses of the mountain cliffs flashed through his mind, the pull of gravity on his buffers and the drafts of wind from the bottom of the mountain, the sheer cry of the eagle that pierced through the screeching and humming of his Granpuff’s wheels as he pulled and pulled against the tracks. Then, the comfort of the ground, of being pushed back to the station, standing safely next to his Granpuff as he shushed him to sleep later that night with a rare softness to his gruff voice.

…el…

Then there was the bitterness, the painful panging in his boiler when their old railway closed. The gut-wrenching fear, clawing and clambering at him as he was driven away from his Granpuff, who stood faithfully to the very end at his shed at the foot of the mountain. 

…alco…

Short flashes of those brief years at Peel Godred, the coldness of the factories where he found his only comfort next to his brother, wishing and hoping everyday that maybe, just maybe, someone would be nice enough to bring their Granpuff back. 

Drip. Drip.

Wishing, praying, oh he’d have done just about anything to have his Granpuff back, if only just for one day-

“Falcon!”

Sir Handel was snapped out of his thoughts, Peter Sam had stopped just before his buffers, with Skarloey looking on from the side with concern. 

“...Stuart?”

Tears welling in the corners of Sir Handel’s eyes splashed onto his footplate, only then did he notice how blurry his vision had gone, muddled by emotion. Blinking rapidly, Falcon cleared his eyes and took a good look at his brother before him, just to make sure he didn’t mishear.

It was like they were back at the aluminum works, where Stuart would feign bravery and act strong for both of them, keeping a smile on his face as he pushed on. But Falcon always saw the fear in his brother’s gaze, the trembling young engine who just wanted to be comforted too, but had put on a brave face because one of them had to. 

Now, wearing the same expression that Stuart had on when he tried to calm Falcon down the same way their Granpuff used to, there was still a fear that had long since lodged itself within him, but there was also something new. Like their very first night at Peel Godred, Peter Sam had hope, and maybe just a little bit of his own tears.

“Come on, Falcon, looks like we have to keep Granpuff in check.”

For one last time, Sir Handel dared himself to spare a glance at Skarloey. The old engine, now joined by Rheneas, smiled at him assuredly. Squeezing out all his remaining tears, Sir Handel beamed at Peter Sam.

“Yeah, gotta keep Granpuff in order, Stuart.”

[goresxtruly444]

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[gojorgeous]

Not an ask, but I read your Geto ABO fic like a week ago, and it has changed me as a person. I used to say no xReader ABO because it gave me the ick, but now I'm refreshing your page waiting for alpha!Gojo lol. I feel feral (har har); It was so, so good. Probably one of my favorite fics in a while. Thank you for writing ❤️❤️❤️

ANON THIS IS LITERALLY MAKING ME SOB!!! omg hearing that you've been thinking about my fic for a WEEK is wild and is literally warming my heart ❤️

i agree that a/b/o can be really cringe sometimes LMAO. I was actually really nervous to post the geto fic cause i was scared it was bad, but now it's my top performing fic LMAOOO

alpha!gojo fic is currently being worked on!!! i am actually taking a break from writing it rn to answer this ask hehe. I'm about 1k words in and i think it should be finished and uploaded sometime in the next few days!! I hope you like it hehe ❤️

thank you so much for the message it literally made my night ❤️

[legendofthe3divas]

how long have you and @thegayestfrog been dating ? <3

We aren’t actually dating. We’re friends. Very good friends for what it’s worth.

We have done lots of things where I can tell that you might’ve got the idea but we both can’t stress enough that it’s all in the most platonic way ever.

We are best platonic bros. Nothing more. Nothing less.

[kentopedia]

i’m assigning you a second, more lighthearted film! you’re beautiful and intelligent and i want to pair you with a “classic”; roman holiday (1953) feels like the perfect pairing! a princess gets a day off and explores the city of rome with a handsome reporter—it’s lovely and fun and sure to put a smile on your face!

KAE OMG !! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO GIVE ME ANOTHER ONE PLS NOW I FEEL BAD :((( you are very sweet though i am glad you think all these kind things about me <3 i haven’t seen this movie before, i definitely need to go watch it heheh. i went to rome over the summer & i had so much fun there, i miss being on that trip ! it was an amazing place !

[meili-sheep]

So I was thinking up a theory

If Keqing was so desperate to get rid of her vision then why didn't she just put it down and walk away like Diluc did?

That fact that visions are indestructible implies that Celestia really want people to have visions for whatever reason, and that Ei felt like taking them away regardless of how it messes up people's lives implies that she kind of considers them dangerous? Which is suspicious

This plus the fact that being without your vision has a serious impact on your mental health kind of makes it seem like they were specifically designed that way? Like to stop people from removing them. Celestia seem to really want people to have them

(Also the name "visions" or "eyes of god" (?) is really interesting but I haven't really got more to expand on that)

Which makes me wonder about Diluc. Like the Diluc not being fully human theory would explain why he wasn't seriously effected as far as we're aware, but the differences between Itto and Diluc is that Itto wanted his vision back and Diluc seemingly didn't, which is kind of resisting celestia?

Idk it's just interesting to me... it seems like Diluc is somewhat stronger than celestia in a way

- Uh anon who only just remembered they were uh anon...

I think way too much about celestia and visions-

So I have always worked under the theory that. Celestia and the Archons don't actually control visions.

Vision are meant to make more gods; as it's clear from Zhongli's stories, it doesn't matter how strong God is. They do eventually die or erode away. But the process of becoming a god is rare and complex, but it comes from humanity. I believe vision are concentrated on a human's ambitions and will, the gain from through resituating with some power possibly the leyline power. Rather than Celestia, the leylines seem to keep the elemental energies in balance.

And I think Diluc's highly intuned with his element's energy. Allowing him his strength, allowing him to face minimal delusion backlash, and allowing him to be separated from his vision and not face too many consequences. So out of all the characters, I think Diluc is the closes to godhood but the kicker.

I don't think Diluc wants to be a god. Which, well, I think does play a factor. I also think Celestia is trying to keep people like Diluc, who would openly defy them and their rules out.

[acaiyatree]

tbh in a the batman world the only version of babs that makes sense to exist is oracle <33

[arklay]

also sorry for constantly disappearing on here then i come on to vent like idk i’m going through it but i know i need to stop doing that lmao

[valleynix]

could u maybe go into a little more detail on who the lunatic actually is? cus i think thats where im getting sorta lost

of course!

so, the Lunatic is a literal copy of the Reader, however you happen to see them in your eyes. in terms of appearance, they look relatively the same; the only difference is that the Lunatic is the fully mutated version of the Reader (note that they're not even a full mutation, as they are a failed experiment).

the only thing that's really "set" about the Reader is the fact they have golden eyes, so everything else is up to you to decide how they look, and i hope i've used enough inclusive language to portray that :D

anyways, we haven't seen it yet (though it is coming up), but every mildly "successful" experiment has a copy of themself within the megamycete. so, Alcina and her fly babies all have a much "purer" version of themselves in the consciousness of the megamycete, and while this is really only supposed to affect them in very specific circumstances, we often see Daniela affected the most by it, since she is the sloppiest experiment of our lovely trio.

the only reason they can appear physically is because they control a host of mold, but since they're a copy of the Reader's consciousness, they take on their mutated appearance. we can, of course, blame Miranda for all of this, as she was the one to take out the Lunatic and basically set them loose. she's the sole reason the Reader is so affected by their copy, even more-so than Daniela :')