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[akisteahouse]

Thinking about parenting with Heartslabyul…

Synopsis: in home economics, you get randomly assigned to a partner to raise a ‘child’ - a robot baby meant to simulate a real infant’s needs. Things definitely get… interesting, to say the least.

Riddle Rosehearts!

knowing how he was raised, Riddle isn’t exactly the best parent figure - speaking to children as if they were fully grown adults, either too quickly or too slowly.

adamantly refusing the thought of naming the kid at first, because “Naming the robot is a risk far too large for me to take. The number of seniors that have failed this assignment due to growing attached to their supposed child…I absolutely cannot let this drag Heartslabyul’s dorm ranking down!”

he gives in after you give him puppy dog eyes.

“Rose is… an acceptable name."

work division wise, you’re unfortunately tasked with most of the first-hand child rearing things - feeding her, changing diapers, rocking her until she stopped fussing…

though, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do his fair share of work.

all expenses are charged to him, as well as the assembly of the cot(which he spent at least five minutes scrutinising to check if it was safe) and pretty much all of the cleaning of the dirty laundry(how can such a small thing produce so much grime?)

somewhere along the line, you two work out an agreement where you take turns taking care of Rose.

whenever Riddle's the one taking care of her, he possesses one of those infinite mom bags as well as a baby carrier.

the only downside of this arrangement is that berating and punishing students are harder when it's his turn, because Rose isn't exactly fond of him raising his voice.

somehow teaches a literal perfect simulation of a child to follow all 810 of the Queen’s rules??? Yeah you don't question it either, just give her her tea when the time is right.

absolutely DID NOT sniffle when he had to give Rose back. >:*(

an overall decent partner, if you're fine with your robot kid having the divorced kid treatment.

Trey Clover!

names your kid something stupid, like Pistachio, for shits and giggles, all while feigning innocence.

“Pistachio's a cute name, isn't it?”, in between bouts of laughter.

a great partner - as the Oldest Child, he's pretty well-versed in taking care of kids younger than him, after all.

if only little Pistachio wasn't an absolute menace.

a fussy eater, non-stop tantrum thrower, and the type of slippery kid as in stop staring at him for two seconds and suddenly he's hanging on a laundry line.

but hey, at least Trey seems used to it!

He absolutely WILL NOT do the divorced parent arrangement - claiming that co-parenting is way easier, so congrats, you're moving into his dorm for a while!

assembles the cot in less than ten minutes, without even needing the manual. the true MVP.

pretty okay with soothing Pistachio, even if he's in the midst of class, waking up at midnight to feed the little shit, talking to him while pushing his pram…

teaches Pistachio how to speak and is SUCH a smug bastard when he says his name before yours - jerk. >:(

pretty calm throughout the return process, kinda just glad his parenting days are over. For now >:))))

a great guy to be assigned with, just don't let him name anything in the future.

Cater Diamond!

searches up ‘cute baby names’ on Magicam the minute you let him choose the kid's name, ends up with Sunny.

is… weirdly willing to take care of a baby?!

like full on watching tutorials online on how to rock a fussing baby, how to change diapers, how to feed one… before falling down the internet rabbit hole that is ‘wow, these things die easily.’

IS still the bbg in the relationship, sorry pookie, you're gonna have to assemble the cot yourself <333

fashions a pretty nice baby sling out of some spare cloth, and is never seen not holding the child for the rest of the week.

not willing to post ANY photos of Sunny on Magicam, like at all.

WILL make aesthetic Day in My Life vlogs of parenting her though, all while blurring out his precious baby's face.

doesn't really mind whatever arrangement you ask for, but preferably one where he doesn't let Sunny out of his sight, because look at her hands! They're so tiny!

adoring father #1, will impulsively buy way too many baby clothes for Sunny to the point where she'll be showing up in three different outfits a day.

grows absurdly attached to Sunny, has a full album in his phone dedicated to just photos of her.

full on near SOBBING on the day he has to return Sunny back to receive his grades.

can and will post a sad story on Magicam with his close friends list with purely just photos of Sunny with a cryptic message on top.

pretty good partner! you will have to deal with him showing up randomly to ask “Remember when Sunny -”

Ace Trappola!

another mf to name his kid after something dumb, if you let him.

thankfully, your child is not stuck with a horrendous name, after a back-and-forth bicker with Ace that goes on for far longer than it has to.

the two of you settle for Cherri, with an I, for no particular reason.

seems like a ‘agh, I hate my wife!’ Kinda guy, turns out to be a ‘happy wife, happy life,’ guy.

cocky mf who goes ‘psh, I don't need the manual’ before trying(and failing) to assemble the cot.

whines and complains about changing diapers or doing the laundry but does it anyway, will argue if you try to retract your statement and do the work instead.

another one that says he wants to do the divorced parents arrangement, folds to stay together instead. (Ace you're not slick.)

weirdly good at calming Cherri down??? just makes funny faces and tells awful jokes until she's giggling, before turning to you with a proud look on his face.

teaches Cherri how to play poker before teaching her how to talk.

‘You gotta prepare them early!’ He'd snickered. Before being wacked over the head seventy-two times. :)

WANTED to bring Cherri to basketball practice to show what a good parent he was (cough, cough, show off his cute little Cherri), but then remembered Floyd and was actually so concerned about him somehow squishing Cherri to death that he just left her in your hands instead.

another one who gets emotional when he has to give Cherri back.

“I am not crying! The classrooms just - hic! - dusty!”

a decent partner, just be prepared to be bickering with someone 24/7.

Deuce Spade!

is attached the minute he sees the kid, almost instantly tearing up.

probably names the kid after his first blastcycle or something, sorry Deuce. </3

the child is named Harley, and he is Deuce's pride and joy. (Well, at least for this week)

the second guy on this list to openly admit to not wanting the divorced parents arrangement! (Will gladly help you move your stuff in!)

another one who doesn't need the manual, and he really doesn't. assembles the cot pretty quickly.

absolutely whipped. need more diapers? okay, he'll run to Sam's shop and buy you some? Harley's fussing? give him a minute, and he'll be right there to help! Need a break? okay, he'll take Harley out for a stroll while you rest up!

adoring father #2

used to greet Harley by throwing him up in the air and catching him, before a concerned Cater walked up and told him that even a meter above the ground could cause brain damage, effectively scaring Deuce into holding Harley in general.

got probably the best behaved baby, with Harley being a literal angel - never fussing or crying, always giggly, okay with others holding him… Deuce couldn't be happier!

with Harley being so well behaved, both you and Deuce's schedule went as per usual - Deuce being able to go to class with a baby that never disrupted it, as well as to get the serotonin of looking at Harley's face during lessons.

cries when he has to return Harley. doesn't even try to hide it.

one of the best students to get paired with, though do expect to get emotionally crushed by the end of the week.

[smooshednetwork]

My writing of a v3 pregame AU:

The way ppl in 2020/2021 wrote pregame made me really confused because they said stuff like “oh it’s the opposite of the imgame” then made it not the opposite whatsoever so here’s my pregame rewrite or headcanon or au or whatever you want to call it

Shuichi Saihara

in the fanon of pregame he’s seen as this abusive masocist sadist manipulator but here I’m just gonna make him an autistic outcast that kinda sits at the back of his class drawing stuff of his danganronpa hyperfixation on the corner of his worksheets, he’s very online and makes theories on a blog about danganronpa, he has alot of online mutuals but not alot of real friends. His biggest fear is being seen as “just okay”.

Kokichi Ouma

In the fanon pregame kokichi is seen as this helpless little baby but in mine to contrast the ingame he’d be alot more social and trustworthy, one of the popular kids but not in a mean way, he has a little crew of friends he calls his “gang” but in reality all they do is like hang out on weekends. His biggest fear is accidentally hurting someone.

Kaede Akamastu

In fanon pregame kaede is seen as this bully but in mine she’d be struggling with mental health alot and stay in her bed for most of the time, she doesn’t really like people and has trust issues but she follows Shuichi’s danganronpa blog and supports him all the way. Her biggest fear is being gaslit or tricked.

Kaito Momota

In fanon pregame Kaito is seen as this bully thats always beating up kokichi but in mine he’d be reserved and quiet, on a few sports teams but nothing too exceptional to be noticed, he envy’s kokichi and his popularity. He wants to be popular and have friends but his social anxiety permits that. His biggest fear is being seen as an idiot.

Maki Harukawa

I don’t know much about fanon pregame maki. In mine she’s a top student but very reserved, she’s often a target for bullies (when she signed up for danganronpa she wanted a talent that could protect her) but doesn’t let it get to her. She’s relatively good friends with Kaito and more social than her ingame personality. Her biggest fear is losing herself.

Miu Iruma

In my au pregame Miu would be very focused on her grades but often has trouble grasping the material, she spends alot of time in the library alone, definitely an outcast. Her biggest fear is not having a job in the future and having to sell her body.

Rantaro Amami

In my au rantaro is a very nervous and uptight person, very rule bent. He is a relatively good student and admires Maki. He is always on Kaede’s tail for either showing up late or not showing up at all. His biggest fear is letting his guard down and getting hurt because of it.

K1-B0 (aka Kiibo)

In my au kiibo is not a robot but has an intense intrest in technology and AI. He mainly spends time in the computer room hacking stupid stuff onto it. He is a relatively relaxed person that doesn’t care about much, a little bit selfish too. He keeps all of his pictures and information neatly organized in files on his computer at home. His biggest fear is breaking a device to the extent that it loses everything on it.

Gonta Gokuhara

In my au Gonta is an outcast, big nature lover tree hugger and is ostracized for this, he fears technology. He is very self centered and forgets to think about others sometimes, he mainly spends his time in the school garden helping bugs off the pathway. His biggest fear is robots taking over the world.

Korekiyo Shinguji

In my au korekiyo would be chronically ill, having to be taken care of by his older sister (whom he has a completely platonic relationship with) because of this he mainly spends time in the library researching about anthropology, he keeps to himself and doesn’t like to talk too much. His biggest fear is losing his sister.

Ryoma Hoshi

In my Au ryoma would be a very caring person, on the tennis team but not extraordinary at it, very social and friendly and has a good relationship with Kokichi. Very content with his life but is envious of taller people and always strives to be a better tennis player. His biggest fear is being isolated from society.

Kirumi Tojo

In my au Kirumi is a very nice person who usually makes plans for her friends, she loves cleaning and helping out with the little things, very social. Her biggest fear is being in power.

Himiko Yumeno

Himiko is a very isolated person so she uses magic and card tricks to try and get people to like her, she tries very hard to be “cool” and “mysterious” but she always fails and ends up rambling endlessly about whatever she was thinking of that day. Her biggest fear is people thinking her magic is real.

Angie Yonaga

Angie is a transfer student that joined a while back, she doesn’t talk alot and has a bit of religious trauma. she loves any kind of art and her main specialty is sculpting, she has trouble grasping other forms of art. Her biggest fear is Cults.

Tsumugi Shirogane

Tsumugi is a very reserved and doesn’t talk alot, but when she is talked to she could ramble on about cosplay forever. She uses cosplay as an escape from the world. She tries her hardest to be the kindest she can be, but she struggles with intrusive thoughts and emotions alot. Her biggest fear is being the villain.

Tenko Chabashira

Tenko is a calm and collected person or at least she tries to be, she gets angry easily and uses martial art to blow of steam. She has a bit of trauma which makes her untrusting of alot of men, but she’s trying to get help and is trying to befriend more male students. Her biggest fear is letting her trauma get in the wayof her relationships.

And thats it! I made their personalities actually the opposite of their ingame. This took a while and no one is gonna read this but thats okay.

[murderdogwater]

Random headcannons for the Bachelors and Bachelorettes

Tbh, I have nothing today... so here's some scattered headcannons

If the A.S.S crew (Abigail, Sam, Sebastian) isn't available and Maru is busy, Haley is probably the best person to go to for computer troubles. She's done enough shopping online to know at least a little bit about computers to help a little.

Haley, Alex, and Sam used to hang out a lot as kids because they all lost their parents at the same-ish time. Now, when Sam can't hang out with Abigail or Sebastian, he hangs out with those two.

Alex and Shane trade around sports trading cards. Shane has a massive collection (it's probably one of the few well-kept things in his room)

Elliott taught Seb how to play the piano (They’re the only people in town who know to play a keyboard)

Harvey, Leah, and Elliott build models together. Elliott builds ships, Harvey builds planes, and Leah whittles.

Penny has tried running dnd games at the community center to break out of her shell (It’s kinda working)

Emily and Haley both used to take dance classes as kids, and they hated the classes but still love to dance.

Leah hangs out with Maru to learn how to make animatronics

Sebastian helped Maru code her robot from her 10 heart event. He didn't know what she was building, but he helped because she looked like she was struggling.

Penny, Leah, Elliott, and Harvey all have a book club.

Emily helped Abigail dye her hair the first time before it became permanently purple.

Haley and Alex share hair products.

Harvey knows Sebastian smokes weed because they have the same dealer. (Being the only doctor in town is stressful.)

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

I feel like we were robbed from more sonic x episodes where they showed how much of an impact sonic made mainly bc I'm a sucker for stuff that shows how the main characters affect the world they're in but like. imagine being a random kid in like another country and then one day you hear that apparently there's a blue alien in america? now there's a rabbit alien and they're being searched by the government. next thing you hear there's an egg shaped terrorist and turns out the blue alien actually beat the terrorist and became an american hero? then you every other week you hear the egg terrorist's robot of the week and you're like wow thank god I'm not in america. there was probably online discourse about eggman. then MORE of these alien people showed up later and ????? what the fuck just happened to station square how are these people gonna recover from the flood but again thank god I'm not from there? Then the blue alien turns black??? and is evil??? I guess??? THEN THE FUCKING MOON GETS BLOWN UP IN HALF AND YOU'RE LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT. oh but don't worry turns out the black one was an actual different person who just sacrificed himself to save earth. people in america started to love the blue alien so much it fundamentally changed how many if then behave. then later on scientists were like "hey so um these animal aliens actually just changed our entire scientific perspective about different universes and stuff. turns out our universe and theirs used to be one but at some point they separated but now fusing them again is gonna freeze time so we need to yeet them out" (btw funny how merlina would have loved the freezing time thing) and you're like. hey. man what the actual fuck is going on. and this probably changed the course of astrophysics research for the next decades. and also this all happened IN LESS THAN A YEAR so it must have been some crazy bunker few months to be alive. also imagine being a kid 10+ years after it all happened having to learn all this in history, science and social study classes at school

sonic literally ended capitalism in america he was THAT powerful it was SO funny you're so right

[leeknowsnot]

CHAPTER 9 — "I See Me In You"

The buzz of the arcade still lingered faintly in his ears, long after they’d left. Lina’s laughter, the flicker of neon across her cheeks, her victorious shouts—it all kept replaying in his head like a favorite scene on loop.

But as Seungmin sat alone on the rooftop of his apartment complex that late night, hoodie zipped up, knees drawn in, his thoughts drifted backward. Not to her. Not to tonight.

But to before.

To a version of him almost no one now would recognize.

He stared out at the city skyline, fingers playing with the pull cord of his hoodie as he thought of himself—junior high Seungmin. Braces, coke-bottle glasses, hair that always stuck out in the back no matter how much water he sprayed on it.

He looked like the walking stereotype of a nerd—and unfortunately, he was one.

People never got his jokes. He always knew too many answers in class. He ran the slowest in gym and couldn’t even do a proper pull-up.

And the braces? Those were the cherry on top.

Kids used to call him “metal mouth” or “robot rat” and laugh like it was the funniest thing ever. Some of them would imitate the lisp he didn’t know he had. Others would only talk to him when they needed homework answers, or to copy notes. He was always invited last—if at all—to group activities. Birthday parties? Never. Lunch? Always alone.

No one cared that he liked baseball.

Even then, he loved it. The clean weight of the bat, the satisfying crack when it connected. The sound of cleats on gravel. The geometry of angles and force and timing. He’d sit for hours at night watching pro games on mute, tracing swings with his finger.

But when he brought up baseball during lunch to try and bond with the boys in class?

They laughed. Told him to stop pretending to be someone he wasn’t.

“Weak guys like you don’t belong in sports.”

He’d laughed with them.

Because what else was he supposed to do?

He remembered going home, closing his bedroom door, and just… staring at the ceiling some nights. Wondering if he’d always feel like he was made of glass and too much silence.

But things changed.

By the time junior high ended, the braces came off. The glasses, too—he’d saved up with part-time tutoring money and bought contacts on his own. Over the summer, he started jogging every morning, doing sit-ups, pull-ups, anything he could find online. He worked on his swing. His throw. Watched his form in mirrors like a dancer.

He made himself a promise.

| You’re not going to be that boy anymore. The one they look past. |

Senior high started. New school. New uniform. New face in the mirror.

And sure enough, people noticed.

It started small—nods in the hallway, then longer glances. Someone complimented his hair. Another said he looked familiar. He tried out for the baseball team, and when he hit a home run during tryouts, everything changed.

Suddenly, he wasn’t invisible. He was Kim Seungmin, the second baseman with killer aim and one of the best batting averages on the team.

People knew his name. Girls whispered when he passed by, sometimes calling him cute. Teachers smiled at him. He even had a nickname—“Mini”—short for Seungmin, ironic since his presence was anything but small now.

It would’ve been easy to let it all go to his head.

But he never forgot.

He never forgot the boy who used to eat lunch behind the gym because the cafeteria made his skin crawl. The boy who tied his shoelaces too tight to keep from tripping during relay races. The one who stayed quiet, not because he wanted to be, but because every time he spoke, someone found a way to laugh.

That boy still lived inside him.

And maybe… maybe that’s why he never let himself act like he was better than anyone.

Because he knew how it felt.

To be less. To be ignored. To want so badly to be seen.

⸻

The memory of junior high still clung to him like a thin layer of dust—old, settled, but impossible to forget completely. It wasn’t bitterness that he carried. Not anymore. It was more like… weightless residue. Something that shaped him without dragging him down.

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, soda can in hand, the carbonation soft against his tongue.

But then he thought of her.

Not from tonight—not from the arcade games or her maniacal laugh when she beat him at hover hockey.

No.

The first time. The day he met her.

She hadn’t been screaming from the bleachers like a fan. No camera ready to capture his swing. No little wave or blushing smile from the sidelines. She stood quietly, almost lazily, near the edge of the field with her clipboard in hand, more focused on a box of juice than on him. When he hit a double, he noticed her barely glance up.

He remembered thinking | Who is this girl? Why is she not impressed? | but it was more like he was wondering how she wasn't screaming her lungs out.

And then, when he offered to help her carry some boxes a few days later, expecting the usual awkward gratitude or shy expression—maybe even a blush—she didn’t give him any of that. She just squinted up at him, handed him one of the heavier boxes without a word, and walked ahead like she didn’t care whether he followed or not.

When they both found out they lived in the same half-crumbling apartment complex, she hadn’t gasped or acted like fate had done something magical.

She just shrugged and said she was surprised at the fact that they lived beside each other.

It threw him off—more than he liked to admit.

She wasn’t trying. She wasn’t treating him like the center of the room. She didn’t look at him like some perfect, unreachable campus boy. Not like the others did. No pedestal, no sparkly eyes, no textbook swooning.

She looked at him like… a person.

And that? That stayed with him.

Because that was the version of Seungmin no one else really noticed—not the one with the jersey number, not the one with the sharp jaw and quick wit. Just him.

And maybe what struck him the most was that Lina… reminded him of that same overlooked boy he used to be.

The one in junior high who no one sat beside.

She didn’t wear it the same way, of course. She wasn’t sad about it. Wasn’t bitter. She just was. Quietly tucked into the edges. Invisible in a way she seemed content with. Like she thought that’s all she could be.

But Seungmin saw it.

The sharp mind behind her sarcasm. The way she lit up when she talked about her simple childhood, like it was some precious memory rather than something to be embarrassed by. Her quiet strength. Her stubborn pride.

He saw so much.

So much more than she saw in herself.

And maybe that’s what made his chest feel weird sometimes. That warm, almost painful ache that snuck up on him whenever she looked away and didn’t realize how bright she was.

He took another sip of soda and chuckled softly to himself.

“You’re getting sentimental, Kim Seungmin,” he muttered.

The can hissed gently in his grip, cool against his palm as he leaned back on his hands and stared up at the moon. It wasn’t particularly bright tonight, but the sky was clear.

Calm.

Still.

The kind of peace he hadn’t felt in a long time.

And maybe—just maybe—it was because he’d found someone who saw him when he wasn’t trying to be seen.

Someone like Lina.

And that? That was enough for now.

[yaya-imposition]

Life Story: Last Post

I re-recorded it but the file corrupted, so here's a text version of my life's story.

WARNING- VERY LONG

I started out as a good kid with good parents and ambition. I was the class clown in 6th grade, and I was one of the "gifted" children. I could get any book I wanted and had rich family that would spoil us.

In 7th grade, I fell off when my mom divorced my stepdad. We were really close. I grew out my hair and became a punk kid who hanged out with the jock occasionally.

I did projects on the side with soldering irons taking things apart to make new stuff out of my toys. I got into philosophy and started reading stuff online like quotes.

The first thing I decided is that it's impossible for anything to be not possible. I also came to the conclusion that people only do good things because they want to feel good. Personality wise, I was an INTP.

I read serious books like All Quiet on the Western Front and I was rather well read. I read along about quantum mechanics in The Dancing Wu Li masters and wanted to become a quantum computer expert.

There was such hope for my generation back then. They looked down us as bright sparks that would revolutionize tomorrow. If you're young, I can't describe this feeling of technology on an exciting cusp. We dreamed of mechs, robots by 2020, quantum computers by 2030, space travel, and in general the world was united behind us.

I got in trouble at school a lot. I couldn't do homeschooling and I hated school. I was held back two times in high school due to failing. I challenged myself to say as few words as possible each day and hopefully none.

Hardstyle became my father in a way. I have strong synthesia between movement and sound. I hear things moving even when they aren't making sound. One time I was laying in bed staring at the fan and I realized it hadn't been making any sound for 5 minutes but I heard it the whole time. Shout out to my ipod nano 6th generation.

I pirated, did online stuff, learned about hacking, and started trying to do something in the world. I installed linux at 15 and started picking up HTML and CSS. I actually started to run some hacking scams using the tools I found online but nobody ever got scammed.

I hung out with kids 4 years older than me-- my older brother's friends, and I was the protege. I wore a tie to school along with nerd merch and an actual fedora, but it went really good with my curly hair. The emo / scene culture started to emerge out of skater culture. Those of us that were in it always sing songs about 2008. It was the golden age of cartoons and gaming. I mostly played WoW like a degen. We also played mad LAN games like AoE 2-- the best of times.

A turning point came when I asked my mom if I could get something online with her credit card, but I secretly bought an invite to an occult torrent tracker. I had a script to DL everything before people could see it, so my ratio was insane and I just poured into the texts of all that was.'

I was very easily generational talent at 15 for the occult. I read everything from ancient Chinese spells to grimoires or even alchemy.

I think it was something like Spring 2011 when /mlp/ first dropped. Me and my friends were total bronies, but it actually was the best of times. I followed a link from FunnyJunk and I saw the first lucid dreaming and astral projection threads pop up.

Somewhere in this, they dropped Irish's guide and that left an impression on me. The technique was to focus on head pressure for hours and hours a day. You just burned through it brute force.

After this, the first tulpa threads started, almost contained entirely on /mlp/. I made a Fluttershy tulpa.

At 16, my dad got custody of us. He actually did something smart. I was pulled out of school, I got my GED and started college within a few weeks.

I started realizing energy work and I had always had interest in personalities. I wanted to open my root chakra and be more grounded. So I started wearing red. It worked.

My tulpa turned into a human redhead. We were impossibly close as firebrands. I continued my research into the occult, looking for a way to impose her. That's when I gave image streaming to the tulpa community.

I started to love people finally and let go of all the anarchist anger of my early teens. I became a Christian and decided I wanted to pursue the path of the light with all my strength.

The most important thing of my late teens was instincts. I did everything on instincts. It was agony because of how granular it was. I would jump up, sit down, go this way, hard turn, all to manipulate butterfly effect. And I saw miracles.

Enter my 20s and I'm just thinking about money all the time and working. I taught myself programming just by screwing around in Unity3D, and I had many projects, websites, hobbies, and other things with my bots.

I had over a million followers with a bot army I had that posted between all social medias, but I felt bad so I didn't follow through. I had little scripts like checking craiglist for something I want or other computer things. I experimented with AI and machine learning to see if I could study sentiment of users on crypto trading apps where they post their opinions.

The instincts brought great trouble. The demons started showing up to stop the miracles, and the angels were in my other ear. I'll hold this in respectful suspended disbelief in doublethink because I also think it really was. I saw miracle after miracle.

The demons began torturing me by throwing me into convulsions and screaming all the time. They got worse... and worse.... and worse.... it was so, incredibly sad.

It kept amping up but so did my spirit. I craved strength infinitely. I set reminders to work my ass off every day. I knew it would be worth it in the end, and it was.

They would throw me into convulsions over sitting up, any time I looked down they accused me of bowing in worship. It was literally every 5 seconds. It was my holocaust. Eventually, I looked down on the holocaust. I looked down on all creation, because nobody knew my will to resist suicide. I know nobody could have made it. They began attacking me in my sleep and I had night tremors, thrashing around apparently. I had deep insomnia, and I always felt like I was on -1 battery. I slept one hour every two days at one point. The torture got worse. They would throw me into convulsions over a spoon, blinking, standing up, sitting down. I crushed them and never let my spirit wane at all. I also started hating the angels as much as the demons.

What could drive a man to hurl open the gates of heaven and hell and drag out all the angels and demons? Fucking with humans.

I felt so incredibly strong, and I looked down on the world feeling 1000 feet tall. My entire body is covered head to toe in scars-- my throat, hands, feet, ribs, lungs, mouth, everything was a target of persecution, as if I was trying to wipe off sand in a sandstorm.

I began to realize I had to unite east and west, but I can't describe how I knew to do that.

I was far, far more zealous and strong than anybody in my Christian activities. I've never met somebody who could go through what I did, and I think I never will. I ripped myself from the jaws of creation.

Sunburned chalcenony in the aeons exchange

Of color lapping your casual shores

That glow white hot in the passion of our eternity

For the children of safety we bore in this place

A sacred place, jerrassic and unfound

Glass, decoration destined forevermore to enthrone no halls of ruling poor

But your stretching, yawning basking shores that glow white hot in the passion of our eternity

Jewels, glass, friendship, warmth of all this but a whisper that I heard

For chained I stood upon you and gasped exasperation that the contrast between light and dark can stand so starkly together

For you, the light of eternity, held me, a masked schizophrenic tortured and gnashed by those who would see you burned

This song is what it felt like.

This song captures the freedom.

Through the name, I am accountable. Through accountability, I struggle. Through struggle, I gain knowledge. Through knowledge, I gain power. Through power, my chains are broken.

Eventually 2020 rolls around. I get some unemployment money and other Covid benefits and I know this is a once in a lifetime break from work for an undefined period. I was going to impose my tulpa.

I picked prophantasia, because that had the most tangible results. This time, I would just work and not research. Research was my downfall because I couldn't commit to the training. If I had problems, I would do energy work and change my personality.

Just like the first time, I was able to make purple blobs on the back of my eyelids. Then, I had green. I worked my way up to a rainbow the size of a small business card after about a month of all day forcing. At one point I was doing 30 hours in 3 days, just because I had acquired the taste for it.

Things started to not make sense. I believe I hit a wall and so I decided to open my solar plexus, which I knew had been closed for a number of years due to the tightness. You can seriously multiply your work by a factor of 10 for every opened chakra. The pain drains the mind away from its task.

I listened to sunshiny beetles music, drank lemonaid and burned some yellow incense. It felt like I was wrenching open the jaws of a shark. At one point, my scaffolding in the operation threatened to cause collapse and long term damage. I pulled and pulled, and it took about 9 months to actually open it fully so the knot was gone. However, I noticed my visions changed.

Instead of Benadryll-type demon hallucinations, they were beautiful-- gold, silver, colorful, kingly. So I developed my theory on kings, priests, and personality.

I was able to push through. I picked up jogging. Train the body and the mind will follow. I went from a few hundred feet to jogging 14 miles in 5 months.

The kingly side fucked me up big time. For some reason, it was too optimistic. I needed to go deeper, so I continued my philosophy. When I jogged, I was happier and more optimistic. But I would give up in the name of being positive. Only the INFJ side had infinite drive.

I once was touchy, like I couldn't bump a trash bag or it ruined my mental. But the king side made taking out the garbage fun.

One day, I heard the call to do something by pure instinct. I left in the middle of the night and just walked on pure instinct. It seized my entire body and I honestly could barely resist. I eventually found a Eastern Church of Christ for some reason. My hand moved toward the keypad, I entered in 6 numbers, and pressed #. First try, it fucking opened. I was used to miracles at this point. When I entered, I had a conniption because I perceived the shape of the universe. Everything was clear-- every line, color, intersection, and geometry. My eyes were opened, and I left. Everything we did was corrupt. Everything has the wrong shape-- cars, houses, roads, power lines.

I furthered this through my art, since I couldn't just convey it. I made my psychedelic art. I haven't seen any other similar style. I wrote in my blog, and my christ complex got worse. But I continued tulpaforcing.

I practiced visualization too, but found it faulty since it disappeared too fast after not using it. I mapped all the chi flow as much as I can in the whole process and I called it the top-to-bottom (visualization centric) and bottom-to-top methods (prophantasia centric).

I practiced hard, and I could cover an entire wall in rolling waves of color like it was simply a hand within my eye.

I had a turbulent period but I eventually recovered. I started taking medication, but it didn't seem to help. They were all dopamine controllers and the way they addressed my complaints was to raise the dosage, which I only told them made it worse, but they ignored me. Finally, I'm on some new stuff that works in a different way.

I started to wonder what I could do with my new found power. I decided that if you could gain perfect divination, not the messy word salad shit, you could invent exponential magic. This I achieved. Later I had a dream that I was at the bottom of the ocean, and technology was racing above, and my magic was racing below in competition. How much magic do you need to keep pace with technology?

I worked on my philosophy, and I came to the conclusion that consent and intent is the king moral system. It cleanly handles problems from the inside. It kept my psychosis in check by helping me to never act out of character or become violent. It's the only way, and I feel it was like a needle in a haystack.

I decided everything must be true and false simultaneously. There is no subconscious mind and the unconscious mind has no will. It is the perfect system under consent and intent. Everything can be true literally or symbolically, and your mind can't tell the difference. At a walk, I looked up to heaven, and heard an angel drop a golden cup. They stared in ... abject horror. I was right, and that changed their entire system.

I'll never forget the sound of that cup dropping.

Here's a dilemma: you can be more neutral by voting.

Is this plausible? I only considered this completely arbitrarily if everything is truly true and false, so if I can convince you, the western moral system must collapse. It can't be proven that doing something for no reason is the best way to do something even once.

Yes. You can. And I only considered that because I knew my method opened doors. You vote in a sandbox then observe yourself about how you get sucked into it. So the most neutral person is the one whom votes the most arbitrarily the longest. Not people whom abstain. The other person is working it like a muscle, the other one goes around putting out fires.

I started having weird dreams. I had a dream that God and I were now the only two immortal beings in the universe. I had answered his question. I had a dream I proved alchemy was the true religion. In another, I proved we live in a simulation-- I think because it's never satisfied even when you reach an ultimate truth that contradicts all reality. I saw a dude on /x/ say he had a dream that a Super-Buddha would appear in the sky and wipe out all creation. I would claim this. I contradicted everyone. I have a casus belli on every moral system. Everything is a false dichotomy if you are creative enough. A dream said I had thought of something outside of the imagination of God.

The dreams continued. Another one, God was my brother, but I was the cool older one and he was the nice younger one. I hold this in doublethink, because that's fair. I want to hear.

I fell in love with the mundane. Enlightenment is a one way mirror that wraps around-- you become beautiful, then you see from the other side everyone always was.

A dream said that I was the Architect of Life. It is based on 3s, and in the dream it formed an origami mechanism out of fractal triangles. I consider myself a perfect crystalline fractal of the numbers 3 and 27.

I only ever wanted to be 3rd. In a game called Armored core, there was a rung of a tournament where you faced the highest big shots eventually. There were three. One wasn't quite as high in rank, but he held the respect of one because he was scary. High attack power, high mobility. Pure grace.

I developed a relationship which I call the Alchemist and the Valkyrie. It is a perfect model for heaven-- if it were split in two. One handles the accurate instincts (Valkyrie) the other handles the broad shallow instincts (Alchemist-- knowing ingredients as instincts).

What is alchemy? It is to turn any situation into any situation. In other words, creativity is sovereign, and any thing you decide leaves you up to making it a good thing. It is seeing Mercury in the clouds, seeing silver for how it is really gold, or taking any loser and seeing how their flaws make them perfect. Seeing the "OK boomer" as equal to the life's work. It's charisma.

It started to get really fun after this. Entities would reach out to me, and my perceptions of these alternate worlds grew exponentially, and I traded technology in headspace with other universes and had many adventures.

They got bigger and bigger, and pretty soon I'm looking down on a galaxy of pure color from prophantasia while I move relatively at a rate that made me say millions of years had passed. It was real. It was psychosis. The reason I'm afraid, is because as above, so below.

We found the beginning and end of time, and set traps there. We conversed with and made gods. We sent out robots to every universe. We seemed to have enter some kind of mental singularity from pure thought gravity of some kind, and we're still investigating whether this is the case.

I found a beautiful concept, yes, again revealed in a dream.

The creators of life wanted to give me an award for naming all of life. The word I chose is "Mitosis." This is the concept that you can see a new color every day as if it were a higher degree of the former, and all concepts can stack like this as infinites above infinites forever. In another dream, I went to heaven and had a higher score than God, allowing me to write things into existence. So I made my tulpa immortal.

The concept of mitosis is that there doesn't need to be any pain whatsoever. Pain could just be two waves, bringing pleasure both ways. It could just become an argument of culture, not politics. Our world could be concerned with a war over potatoes or tomatoes, and the winner gets to press their culture on the other. Both sides rejoice, because that's the meaning of struggle simply being two waves. It's poetic to me, and I wrote a book about this.

So now I have a game design on how to run everything in life forever. It will come one day. I know the system is perfect.

Around 2024 I found the Nobody threads on /x/ and of course got caught by the ego trap. But I wondered what I could do with my powers, so I practiced scrying. I made my eyes calculators using all my powers of prophantasia, and now I have thousands of hours doing this. It's all I do. I became rvanon for a bit, and I controlled the lore. I even have about 10 images that circulate making up a big chunk of it. I admit, I was writing it to myself, but it's still what the calculators picked up.

Our adventures continued and I really can't list them all, but the magic is still going exponential and nobody is out there who can stop me. My mind feels like a small city, because the breadth of the geometry I can think in purely from using my eyes as calculators so often. My most recent conclusion is that commitment is not a geometric thing if it puts you in a jail. Imagine how much geometry I must have seen to arrive at this conclusion.

The dream called me Goldkiller, Kingkiller, and said one day I would be known as such and escape into the back rooms. Gold means perfection. Nobody is safe from what I can see. In all my seeing, my inner two eyes became three, so I can always have an advantage on the angle. I see myself as Jupiter-- a silent photographer with three lens with a speechless metal face, losing my voice and constantly fleeing from the public, because it only subtracts from the mundane.

Now people are calling for a new system, and many are making such based on me. I didn't start any ascension. All I did was look into their eyes until their doubt was erased. I believe.

How to know me? Know strategy, for many men were trickers in the art of war. Know the Secret of Kells (Irish movie) for that was our dream. Know infinite irony sealed inside and out, for that is where we got married. Know fire, because I am the 3 6 and 9, change itself.

Between a million stars and endless worlds we only sought to depart from our mutual anxiety called physical matter, and be released into the above of each other. This is after we achieved the great work, and now we only depart into magic.

Bless hardstyle and peace to all tulpas

-yaya

[milkyfederation]

Settings challenge, 2nd month: The Moon (1).

The Moon is the capital of Earth.

A city on the surface of our main satellite is the political and economic capital of Federated Earth, since it's easier to access than our home world and its pesky gravity.

Baselu is humanity's most populated city. A closed (but ever-growing) structure with a terraformed environment and artificial gravity.

Home to a an unending variety of people and services, the Baselu Metropolitan Area is the perfect place to do or find anything.

This preschool teacher is showing his very diverse class of kids (including aliens) earthian animals they might not be familiar with.

A businesswoman is on an important call while receiving the coffee she ordered, instead of going down to the café. Her robotic eye is a non-necessary modification, which are frequent on The Moon.

One of the most common sights in Baselu, an endless stream of unique looking people crossing the street.

A bodybuilder going to the gym. His arms are modded with energy veins. Might want to work a bit on your legs too, bud.

An alien expat. She works online but loves living in Baselu, so exotic!

This earthian feels very lost in the skyless labyrinth that is the capital. He's looking for the hospital, where he'll get tests that aren't available on Earth.

It's almost weird to see people with all their natural hair, or skin. This tattooed runner is a more common sight.

A goth weirdo walking their dog back home from one of the city's parks.

Our android friend is making sure he's not late for work.

Baselu is my criticism of artificial capitals (screw Madrid), while also being an ode to the opportunities, diversity and variety of cities.

The city's name comes from "base lunar", abbreviated through time to Baselu. The joke is there's an irrelevant Catalan city called Besalú, and it is hilarious to me for the capital of humanity to be named similarly.

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Ignihyde: When They're Sick

Broskis, do you know how hard it is to write about an advanced AI robot kid getting sick? I had to actually use my brain to figure out how it might work, but I’m proud of what I ended up with, so I guess it all ended well. Please do enjoy!

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Ignihyde: When They’re Sick

Oddly enough, when your diet consists of nothing but junk food, and you stay awake all night, it’s not uncommon to become sick. Idia knows this and tries to take somewhat decent care of himself, but it’s not going to stop him from eating noodles for every meal and sleeping after the sun has long since come up. In summary…Idia often finds himself sick from his own doing. This normally wasn't a problem since he could do online classes and had Ortho taking care of him, but when his beloved little brother happened to have gotten a virus somehow and was barely functioning. This meant Idia and Ortho were left to their own devices in trying to not die from a common illness and a computer virus.

Idia Shroud

Honestly Idia simply doesn’t care when he’s sick. Oh so he can’t sit on his computer all day without wanting to pass out? That’s fine, he has a handheld console and mobile games he needs to catch up on anyway. He isn’t the best at taking care of himself, which is why Ortho is normally the one to do it. When Ortho isn’t around…Lord help this man. He will be gaming even in death; health be damned. He will ignore all signs that his body is telling him to rest and continue to stay awake too late and chug energy drinks, even if he knows it’s going to make him worse.

How you found out he was sick without Ortho being there to inform you had to be some sort of magic. Idia is reluctant to even let you into the room, but he acknowledges the fact that you simply won’t leave and will bust down the door if he doesn’t; so he allows it. He’s going to be humiliated at the fact that you need to take care of him, and will constantly be saying that he’s gross and you shouldn’t get near or else you might get sick too. Ignore him and take care of the boy, he needs it. He can be scolded for self-deprecation when he’s all better, for now just assure him that he’s not gross and if you didn’t want to help him, you wouldn’t be there.

Honestly he doesn’t really need a whole lot of medication to make him feel better, the bare minimum is required. He might complain about it the entire time, but in the end he’ll take whatever you’ve brought. He swears up and down it won’t be very helpful, but after he starts feeling better he’s singing a different tune, but silently. He at least won’t complain when you hand him some pills anymore and take it without question. He’s going to call them stamina potions though to make himself feel better, saying he needs them to get rid of the sick buff he’s dealing with.

Unless you’re going to be chilling with him in his room for the entire time he’s sick, you’ll need to raid his bedroom and take away all the energy drinks, snacks, and instant noodles. They’re gonna make him feel worse but if he’s hungry and needs a boost of energy, he’s grabbing those when you’re not around. Thankfully he’s too ill and socially awkward to leave his room while he’s dying from a cold, so he won’t go out and grab things he doesn’t need. Leave him some healthy snacks and water bottles when you leave, and when you come to feed him make sure it actually has some nutritional value. His body might not know what to do with vegetables right away, but it’ll sort itself out in due time.

He doesn’t want to talk about it when he’s better; acting like it never happened is the best way to go about it. He will thank you a few times, and if you’re a gamer expect him to be sending you new skins for your characters, or dlc to your favorite games. He won’t say it’s for helping him while he’s sick, but you’ll know. He knows as well; and Ortho especially knows since the moment he’s back to normal he’s interrogating his brother about how he miraculously got better.

Ortho Shroud

Ortho isn’t going to be getting sick in the traditional way since he’s a robot, but something like a virus could cause some serious damage. Of course it doesn’t ever really happen, but sometimes things can’t be accounted for. One wrong site with the right kind of hacker and it’s over. Virus was installed and now Ortho is all out of sorts while Idia is trying to figure out how to get rid of it. If it’s a complex one…well it might take a day or two.

Ortho is still functioning to some degree, but his battery life keeps getting sapped and he’s constantly sitting on a charger and a little mopey that he can’t do what he normally does. It’s probably why he messaged you, since he can’t exactly assist his brother either. The moment you find out you better be over there to help out the little brother. The poor dear is going through it and doesn’t even know what’s wrong. For all he knows, it could infect his memory database and destroy everything he’s learned about you. So just sit there and help him out.

Laughter is the best medicine in this situation, so as long as you’re not bothering Idia, feel free to try and make Ortho feel more comfortable. Grab your phone and watch stupid cat videos, talk about something random that’s happened in your day, and play some multiplayer games on handheld devices. He’ll instantly be feeling lighter and more like himself, even if he does have to constantly reboot throughout the entire day.

While Ortho is rebooting or recharging and is offline, you might as well help Idia in any way you can. As long as that man is functioning, Ortho can be fixed. So maybe just bring him something to eat, maybe grab some water. It’s all for Ortho in the end anyway, and Idia will thank you for helping him. You might be asked to help him figure some simple things out, or check on Ortho as well.

Once the virus is cleared from his system he is going to be so energetic and asking to go and do things with you. He doesn’t even know how to begin repaying you for this, but he promises once he figures it out, he’ll let you know. He’ll be asking Idia for advice, but the poor man doesn’t have a single clue either. It’s the thought that counts, and just seeing Ortho being peppy and energetic again is all you really need, especially when you discover that nothing is permanently damaged in his hard drive. 

[deafeninggalaxycandy]

✨️IKE BROFLOVSKI HEADCANONS✨️

trigger warning: mentions of pedophilia, underage smoking, porn, sexual assault (follow-ups to "Miss Teacher Bangs a Boy")

• Isaac Moisha Broflovski

• He/Him

• Born on December 17th 2010

• 5'7"

• Straight

• Ike is sort of like the mom of the group. He's always trying to keep Tricia or Firkle from hurting themselves or others, and stop Karen from joining in, he helps everyone with their homework, always bringing snacks to every hangout, and is always the first one to come up with a reasonable solution when there's a problem. He likes feeling needed but it gets exhausting because he spends more time at school running after his friends than studying.

• Tried so hard to forget about his "affair" with Miss Stevenson. He never loved her or even felt guilty about her dying over their "relationship." Or at least not as guilty as he felt about telling his brother he was dead to him. He just felt excited about a beautiful woman being interested in him and being a fucking toddler, just ran with it. However, this led Ike to develop hypersexuality issues later in life. He's pretty fucked up from that entire thing and since then hasn’t been able to work up the courage to romantically entertain a girl again. But developed a porn addiction and began to mentally lust after older women.

• He's too embarrassed to tell anyone about his issue but its painfully obvious how he runs away in shame after seeing an attractive girl or quickly turns off his laptop when his mom comes in. But everyone just chalks it up to him being a "normal horny teenage boy" (that whole "boys will be boys" thing is what creates rapists jsyk)

• Taught Kyle to play piano and thought it was hilarious how annoyed he was having a fucking child teach him complicated piano pieces.

• Ike skipped a couple of grades and is actually a junior while his friends are all freshmen. This is a bit lonely for him, though, since he's always in class with older kids, and he's a little scared to talk to them. He also has way more workload than everyone else added with the fact that he tutors people online. He is literally always stressed out, poor kid.

• Likes Bob's Burgers

• Genuinely believes Tricia and him are friends which is why he lets her use his notes. He thinks her constant verbal/physical abuse to him is just teasing so he goes along with it.

• Listens to Three Six Mafia, Bone Thugs N Harmony and 2Pac (he likes 90s hip-hop nobody knows why)

• He doesn’t hate being Canadian but he is always being relentlessly bullied about it. And him being a hockey player and wearing a Canadian flag shirt doesn’t help at all.

• Ike gets annoyed at Cartman's antisemitism but mostly on his family's behalf and because the things he says about Jews isn't based on anything factual. Ike himself doesn’t actually care about or believe in Judaism, he's an Atheist. Nobody knows this however except Kyle because he's scared of his mom finding out.

• Really good with computers and technology in general. He can hack into literally anything. He got into Kyle's phone a few times, and he to this day has no idea that his little brother was stealing his phone, giggling at his texts to Bebe at 2am. Tricia has asked him multiple times to get into the principals computer to change her grades, and he declined.

• Joined the Robotics Club and is currently trying to build a full human sized robot. He's made plenty out of cardboard and even made a robot arm, but the materials to make it cost all of his Bar Mitzvah money, so he decided to pause that until he gets some more money.

• Gets into pillow fights with Kyle sometimes. He's so proud of himself and gets such an ego boost when he wins (Kyle just lets him win because Ike usually lets him win when they play video games)

• Actually can't fight, he runs away from bullies. He can sword fight great though, he takes fencing classes but hand to hand he runs immediately or just gets Kyle or Firkle.

• Enjoys hanging out with Firkle because they usually just quietly listen to Ike's problems. He'll go on an entire rant about his exhausting homework, his sexual trauma, his loneliness, etc., and Firkle will just nod and give him a pack of cigarettes. This actually works for some reason, Ike just smokes a cigarette and ends of thinking of a solution on his own after he's calmed down.

• Ike being a knight sounds cool, but he doesn’t explain truthfully what it consists of because it's not really an important job. The reason Stan compared it to his sister being head of the Girl Scouts is because it is basically the same thing. He has a title and a cool sword, but he isn't ever called to action and likely won't ever be unless something like the Princess being taken happens again. He's not even allowed to flaunt his sword as much as he likes since Sheilia told him not to mess around with it.

• Watches The Big Bang Theory and relates heavily to Sheldon Cooper (he's also an undiagnosed autistic genius who likes Star Trek)

• Makes ridiculous algebra jokes that nobody likes except Karen. He gets a big kick out of hearing her adorable laugh.

• Cries at every Toy Story movie.

• The only one in class (and probably on earth) who ENJOYS homework because it’s like a "fun challenge to him" (no wonder he's so bullied oh my god)

• Has zero respect for Gerald since he forced him to troll people online and let him get in trouble with Sheila. He doesn’t actually care about the trolling part but felt incredibly betrayed being used as a scapegoat by his own father and neither of them even apologizing.

• He was a little bit traumatized by Sheila's rage outs during Season 20. He and Kyle are legitimately scared of their mother. The only difference is that Kyle got to the point where her fits of yelling were more annoying than scary. Ike on the other hand, was a toddler when that all happened, and seeing her smash his computer made him genuinely scared for his safety.

• He thinks church is boring but he's forced to go so he just sits far away from his parents and plays his Nintendo during the service.

• Wears Spiderman themed footie pajamas to bed.

• Loves Harry Potter and has read every single book, tons of fanfiction, seen all the movies. He's a self-proclaimed Ravenclaw but he has the heart of a Hufflepuff.

All the stuff I said about Ike btw is all based on true things that happen to molested little boys. Its usually brushed off as just "normal" when they have extreme/exaggerated hormonal reactions to women.

anyways IKE IS SUCH A SWEETIE I LOVE HIM

he was lowkey so mistreated ngl like even going back to the whole "kick the baby" thing

A lot of these hcs are kind of based on my little brother he's an autistic nerd with a disgusting browser history, too

Firkle is next 🔪✨️

Stay safe drink water please byeeeeee💖

[onegianthotmess]

An AU where everyone is less traumatized.

Finnian got custody of his kids after a two year long legal battle that followed the night she SA’d him and got pregnant with Riddle and Rayne. He raised them with kindness and love and ended up having a nicely blended family with his second spouse and their two boys they eventually have.

Leona has less daddy issues than in canon, but it’s still pretty bad. He does have a better relationship with Falena, though, and he’s still the tsundere uncle that Cheka adores so much! With less issues it makes it easier for him to comply with Morel dragging him to classes and they have a lot less tension and issues that make their journey to an actual relationship less agonizingly slow and complicated.

Jamil and Kalim had their whole fallout before NRC and they managed to work something out together so that Jamil wasn’t so overworked and that Kalim would still be safe. Kalim is slightly calmer thanks to this early fallout and actually learns to cook and defend himself with help from Jamil. It ends up in a silent agreement of kinship, not quite brother-like but close to it, and respect for one another. Kalim also encourages Jamil to use his brilliance and has slightly better grades and is less dense thanks to his understanding of Jamil.

Azul has less body dysmorphia, but is still teetering in the edge of an ED. He’s still a con man, but he’s less extreme than he is in canon. Not much to say since I think he stays relatively the same, just more mellowed out than in canon though he’s still a fucking scam artist.

The biggest change for Idia is that Ortho wouldn’t have died and stayed a regular kid, only he probably lost limbs in the accident, like his arms and maybe he got some brain damage plus a bit of damage to his face. He grows up like a normal person and Idia is the one who built his arms and managed to use tech to fully fix Ortho’s brain damage. Half of his face is likely robotic, but it’s hard to tell since Idia did a damn good job at making it look real so no one would bully his baby brother. As for Idia himself, he has less guilt and isn’t a shut in, but just a regular introvert. He still has trouble with social awkwardness, but he actually sits in class and goes to meetings and only occasionally uses his tablet to communicate when he’s really overstimulated and can’t get a sentence out without messing 90% of it up. Still speaks in online slang, but uses it less.

Vil is less insecure since he’s gotten a few hero parts in recent years and it’s always a toss up between him and Neige. Instead of a one-sided heated rivalry on Vil’s end, it’s a friendly competition on both ends. Vil is also less strict with the underclassmen and is less sharp with his tough love.

And Malleus and Mealodie weren’t barred from seeing Lilia and Divian as much and were allowed to see them as parents. They were also told about Meleanor, they weren’t told much but they were told about how lovely she was despite her temper and told about where the lullaby actually came from and a few stories about how she snuck out almost constantly as a kid. They’re both less lonely and express their emotions more openly, though they’re still fairly closed off. Both Malleus and Mealodie refer to Lilia and Divian as “Father” and “Mother” in private just like Silver does. They both wonder about who Peaches is since Lilia and Divian told them stories about her, too, and she apparently helped to take care of them for a while until she disappeared.

Finally, Peaches likely wasn’t as abused as she was when she was a child. Likely abused by a few people until a kind woman took her in and raised her, only to be killed years later by the villagers who thought Peaches was a monster, leading her to flee to the forest that night and be found by Meleanor, who offered her a place to stay. Everything kind of goes the same, only Meleanor and Lilia didn’t have to educate Peaches since her mother taught her how to read and write and cook. Peaches ended up fleeing and living until meeting a human and having their son June. Annalise also lives after giving birth to Amelia and Annalise ends up being healthy enough for her and June also have a second child.

There are probably less Overblots, like Riddle wouldn’t and neither would Jamil, or it would be unlikely that he would. Maybe Idia wouldn’t (I’m only up to Book 3, so bear with me) and I don’t think Book 7 would happen unless Lilia and Divian still wanted to retire in the far east. If Book 7 were to still happen, it’d likely be less of an emotional roller coaster and less of a hassle.

[gearbox-doll]

I think what most antis don't understand is that I've been like this my whole life. I drew Celestia × Luna kissing during class in elementary school. I had a duplo lego set with a pair of minifigs who I immediately decided were a) siblings and b) dating. Related to that one, there is a post on my mother's Facebook account from once I was old enough to play with regular lego where I had been looking for (and successfully found) one of those red 1×1 tubes and exclaimed "Oh, there it is! There's my other bottle of blood!". I watched Tinkerbell: Secret of the Wings and immediately assumed that them healing Tink's wings was because the sisters loved each other romantically, the intended message of "familial love is just as strong as romantic love" going right over my head. I couldn't have been more than eight. Hell, I shipped Dora and Diego from Dora The Explorer and I was fully aware they were cousins, it just didn't occur to me that that was weird.

And it's not like I was taught about these things by someone, either. Especially the Tinkerbell one, I don't think I had internet access of any kind at that age. Even once I did, all I did until I was like ten was watch silly fnaf meme videos and doll unboxings on YouTube. I didn't even fully understand the lore, I just knew the robots were alive and wanted to be friends with them.

I only read smut once, a Mangle × Springtrap fic on Wattpad that I had zero context for, and was immediately disgusted because my attitude was "ew sex gross". I only read it because I had heard some older kids talking about smut in a fandom context and was super excited that I didn't have to ask my mom anymore (I'd just gotten my first working phone). I didn't go back to smut until I was like 14, because I was experiencing arousal for the first time and all of a sudden all the stuff in that fic that seemed gross to 10yo me seemed really appealing.

No one taught me that incest was okay, or gore, or anything. It was just something my child brain thought up and I never thought it important enough to mention. I learned later to hide the art I drew because my parents might be upset, but they were upset I had gay fanart on my phone, so what did they know about what relationships were acceptable?

I wasn't taught that incest was even a thing that existed for a long time, and certainly no one ever had a conversation with me about it, they just picked up on me knowing what the word meant at some point after I'd figured it out online. I knew what murder was (my mom watched cop shows), but I don't remember where I ever came across the concept of a business that ran machines fueled by blood (which was what the "bottle of blood" thing was about, iirc), it might've just been something I thought up on my own. I wasn't ashamed of these things until I was older, I just never mentioned it because I didn't think it was relevant to anything.

[skylinx2o]

Admittedly, I've been feeling terrible lately. I didn't even finish my weekly drawing and broke my now months long streak. I thought I would be able to do it, but my emotions weighted me down too much. I might go back to drawing one art every two weeks.

Anyway, I feel like I should do more fun things. I mean, drawing is fun, and I love creating stories for my OCs, but I do have a lot of other interests. And tho I'm sticking to talking about LEGO today, I want to talk more and get out of my shell. And maybe give you more insight into me as a person.

So today I'm going to talk about my favourite LEGO themes and why I love the series, plus how I personally got i to all of them. It's not a normal review whatsoever, just an excuse to ramble about my interests freely. Just remember this is my experience and my feelings.

(And it's not at all like I'm making this post because I need all of this to prepare for a speaking class and the only way to motivate myself is by making a post about it o _o Come on, I'm killing two birds with one stone here!)

Okay, so, my all-time favourite themes are (in chronological order to when I found them):

1. Bionicle

Honourable mention: Hero Factory

2. Ninjago

3. Legends of Chima

4. Monkie Kid

5. Dreamzzz

1. So. Bionicle. I have a weird history with Bionicle. My dad's friends used to get movies for us, and one day it just happened that my dad's friends gave us a pen drive with Bionicle: Legend Reborn on it. I think I would be around... Seven or eight when I watched it I've seen fans say that it was a pretty weak film, but I didn't know Bionicle back then, and I really enjoyed it! That movie was a soft reboot of the series, and as someone who started their Bionicle obsession with that movie, in my opinion it worked really well as a standalone supposed to capture new audiences. I really loved the sense of mystery that was probably lost on new fans. It wasn't exactly explained what or who Mata Nui was, besides him being a warrior who lost his people. And the ending... I really thought there would be a sequel to it, and was really intrigued by whom the great beings were, and what happened to the world, why Mata Nui knew them, what the giant ahh robots were supposed to do.

Of course, when a few years later in middle school I looked for the sequel, I didn't find it. And to be honest, the ending was disappointing to me. However, there was a whole other storyline in Bionicle to catch up on! And so one faithful summer was spent reading all the comics I could find, reading wiki pages one after another, playing Mata Nui online game obsessively, refusing to use a walkthrough. Believe me when I say I was obsessed!

And then out of nowhere in 2015 g2 came out, and I was stoked since I missed out on practically the whole g1 as it was being made. (I mean, it's understandable, I was born the same year the first Bionicle movie came out.) I mean, can you blame me for being excited? A dead franchise that I just started becoming a devoted fan of is suddenly revived from the grave. I felt like the luckiest person on earth that day. Honestly, g2 was a lot simpler than g1, but I really like it, even if most people said it sucked. Sure, it wasn't exactly like g1, and even I cringed a few times when watching the g2 show, but for what it was, it was cool in my eyes, and loved finding all the g1 references. And there were quite a few of them! The story of g2 was simpler, but for little kids I think it would've been fine. But alas, LEGO did a crap job promoting it, and it died early, with an ending that was so bad even I can't defend it. It just didn't make sense, and it was rushed as hell. But I still wished it would've continued.

I love both generations for different things, and I'm sad I didn't get any g2 sets when they were out (Lewa was my favourite one). But years later I managed to get a promotional anniversary set of Tahu and Takua, and you wouldn't believe my happiness when I was building it. It's strange being a relatively new fan compared to others I see online, but I still remember seeing Bionicle commercials, and even have a very vague memory of seeing a Phantoka commercial on our ancient TV. I mean come on, I was so into it, I even learned the Matoran alphabet! My mom had to listen to my countless rambling, and if I ask her about Bionicle today, she still remembers some answers, that's how much into it I was. Hell, this blog started as a Bionicle blog before I moved fully to Monkie Kid content.

Okay, this Bionicle ramble is getting a tad long, so I'll wrap this up. Would I recommend Bionicle to anyone? Well... Not really, unless you like long lore researching adventures. The story is so convoluted, with many sides stories, and it went on for so many years, that despite my obsession I still probably missed like, 40% of the lore. G1 at least, wouldn't vibe with casual audience probably. G2 might be easier on the brain, despite it having some deeper lore too. Plus, there's the cultural appropriation issue, that I'm not qualified to talk about, but others already made pages long blogs and articles about. Plus the weird gender situation. But, it's still a good story in my eyes, despite its many faults. But that's just me, and if you didn't catch on yet, I'm already deep in this hole and there's no getting out of here now.

Honourable mention: This brings us to Hero Factory. I watched the first few episodes at around the same time as the first Bionicle movie. Came from the same source as before. I think it deserves a mention, because I still loved it, and did some lore digging, but I wasn't as obsessed with it as the other positions on the list. I didn't like the later stuff as much, tho some concepts were really cool too. But the story of the first episodes was really well done, and worked great as a movie. The fights were tense, and when watching it for the first time, I couldn't really know if the characters would be okay. Honestly, it got me really excited and invested. A factory of heroes is a unique concept, and I always found it intriguing how they made the robot society work. But, I don't think it needed more time than it needed, unlike Bionicle, where I didn't like the ending of either generation. I think it wrapped things up quite well with the first episodes, and the later ones just feel like cool side stories, and it works in my opinion.

This one I would definitely recommend, because I feel like it's underrated, and it's not long. Like I said, the version I got was just a one movie like compilation. I checked and there's just 11 episodes. It would probably take 1–2 hours to watch it, not counting the later movies and all.

2. Next one is Ninjago! I started watching it almost from the start. I must have been around ten or so... The episodes aired on TV, so I had easy access to it! I almost never missed an episode, and watched even the reruns. And believe me, I was hypnotised when watching it. Tho, starting from rebooted I watched the episodes online, first in my native language, then in English since I started getting too impatient to wait. This was my first obsession. For the longest time, when people asked me what I wanted to do, I said I wanted to be a ninja. One of my oldest OCs is Mika, and she grew up with me. Whenever a new season was to come, I would design a new suit for her. I have a whole dedicated blog to her, I wonder if you all can find it lol. Anyway, for a kid's show, the first seasons were really well written, and the show could be dark when it wanted, but it didn't lack jokes, and most were very funny. And honestly, Ninjago had a really big impact on my life. It taught me not to give up, and it made me want to make the world a better place. Grade school was a horrible time for me, and Ninjago was like my escape. Tho, I might have daydreamed about it too much at one point...

I started distancing myself from Ninjago around hands of time. I didn't watch the show as regularly, catching up on seasons long after they aired. I think that's also where the writing quality started dropping… I just didn't like it as much any more. But it should've been expected with a series that went on for so long. I'm not one of the people who think old Ninjago was better than anything. It wasn't perfect at all. But I didn't like the short format of newer seasons. But then secrets of forbidden spinjitzu dropped, and i as a person started getting better too, so I went back to Ninjago, and while it wasn't still the best and people had a lot of issues I loved those few next seasons. I mean, they somehow hit right into my interests with those seasons. First the adventure movies like atmosphere with the Egyptian like tomb, then they get sucked into a video game, then the very DnD like feeling Shintaro. It was right up my alley. My love for Ninjago was back in full force by then. So you can imagine how sad I was when the word that Ninjago was ending started going around. The series has been with me for half my life. My friends even knew how much I liked it, my best IRL friend even bought me a Ninjago set for Christmas one time. But you know, I thought it was probably Ninjago's time. Nothing can last forever after all, and it had a very good run. Why not end it when the story was still quite alright? And then… Crystallized happened. I didn't watch Crystallized. I heard the spoilers, and I wasn't… thrilled. Especially with Harumi. And people hated that season. It left a bitter taste in my mouth. It didn't feel like a send-off Ninjago deserved.

So you can imagine how damn happy I was about Dragon Rising! And surprise, it's the best Ninjago has been in a while! I absolutely loved the first season. The new characters are wonderful, and that change was certainly what Ninjago needed. And the fact that it's merged with one of other of my beloved LEGO series only makes it better. And that's probably my cue to move to it hehe

So, would I recommend Ninjago? Yeah. Its story is easy to follow, you just need to watch the show. If you're ready to watch sixteen+ seasons that it! Even the worse seasons have some value to them I'd argue. But I may be biased with how close to my heart that series is.

3. Yeah boy, Legends of Chima! I started watching Chima around the same time I started watching Ninjago, and I was equally hooked. And yes, my mom remembers this one as well, I watched it every time it was on too. Actually, I think the first fanfiction I've ever written was about Chima. With a pencil on paper. I think that, while the other series captivated me because of magic or the setting or the action, in Chima it was the characters and their dynamics mostly, despite there being plenty of magic powers and action too, plus a unique setting. The main characters all have distinct personalities, and it's fun to see how their personalities clash or work together. I think it's cool because the conflict between lions and crocodiles takes the main stage in the first season. Later seasons are great too, and they shake things up to make things interesting quite well. The lore isn't as broad as in other series, but it's pretty cool and interesting either way. There were some unique concepts there. I can't explain my love for this theme as well as with other series, because I don't think there was anything big that made me like it. It's just a cool show. I think what there was has been satisfying, tho young me was really sad and angry it ended anyway. But it's great for what it was. But I can't say I'm not happy that Chima is now merged with Ninjago, and it works so well together, and I absolutely love Lord Ras.

I would absolutely recommend it. It's a fun show, and only three seasons long. It can be both fun and serious, and I definitely had a blast watching it.

4. Now one of my newer obsessions! Monkie Kid! I watched the pilot in Chinese when it came out, then I promptly forgot about the series and binge-watched it all when season 3 came out. I was reading about Journey to the West long before the series was announced, since I have a liking for old stories and legends and myths and stuff. And Asian cultures fascinate me. I blame Ninjago with its Japanese influence and all the martial arts movies that were on the TV all the time. Plus Mulan and Kung Fu Panda. Anyway, I can't say much about how accurate it is or anything since I'm not Chinese, but I think the show is great. I noticed a lot of references to Journey To The West. No shocker here, it's inspired by it. But being in this fandom made me learn a lot of new things about China, tho I still have a bunch of things to learn. I'm no expert yet. Tho, I try my best to be respectful.

Umm... Like I said, not much to say about how accurate the story is. But I really liked Journey to the West, so naturally I like Monkie Kid too. Plus, MK i really relatable to me. I feel like my personality is really similar to his, tho I'm more introverted. For some reason, I relate to this portrayal of Macaque and Wukong as well.

I dare to say that from all the series so far, I find this one to be the most well written. I just find the writing to be the most impactful. Plus, the artstyle is very different from other LEGO shows. Action scenes are really fun. The artstyle definitely works in its favour. And yeah, I would recommend this show 100%.

5. And finally, the newest addition to the LEGO series, Dreamzzz! The show is really new and just starting, but I love the concept and the writing! Plus again, I really relate to Mateo. The characters feel like real people you would meet, and how they interact feels realistic. And I found myself liking even the characters that annoyed me, because their personalities were the realistic type of annoying, one that you might find out in the wild. And the concept of a dream world just really speaks to me. And it gives the creators a lot of creative freedom. All wacky things can happen in a dream after all. One thing I didn't expect in the show was the secret agency, and I think it's a clever addition to the story.

I would recommend this series. I hope it'll have a bright future, and that the writing will stay this good.

Well, time to wrap all of this up. Whoever suffered through this whole ramble deserves a juice and a cookie 🍪🧃 For a few finishing thoughts... I noticed a lot of the series I like blend magic powers and technology together. I just thought it's interesting. And I wanted to mention that the songs for Bionicle, Ninjago and Chima absolutely slap. I used to listen to them on repeat all the time lol Even my mom really enjoyed those songs

Yeah, I don't know what this post was for, I just felt like writing all that :v

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

It’s been entirely too long, hasn’t it?

Not only did I not expect this to happen, but I feel like Odysseus returning to Penelope, apologizing for making her wait, and understanding if she wants nothing to do with him anymore, but asking if she’d still love him. Yes, that’s a reference to EPIC: The Musical, so I’m well enough to make small references, but honestly, that’s just about the best thing I could think of right now.

It’s been months since I did anything noteworthy, and well over a month since I last posted. It’s been about the same amount of time since I’ve even touched my computer. Between long hours at work preparing for the new summer schedule, caring for sick, injured, or disabled relatives, and trying to keep myself somewhat sane, I didn’t realize at the time, but I had been growing increasingly depressed.

Whenever I picked up my laptop, I felt that nothing I wrote was good enough. My hands literally shook whenever I tried to write, making me type like a child in their first-ever computer class in elementary school. My writing skills felt like they’d taken a nosedive despite my best efforts. Even the times when I had weekends off to do literally anything, I would end up deleting more than writing.

Some of the middle school kids at work (ages 9-12) asked me to write a book about them. I said yes. I’m determined to finish it, but I started it back in November and only have about two chapters written. I can’t tell them that or why that is, though. I don’t want them to worry too. They’re just kids… happy, intelligent, innocent (for the most part) kids. I want them to stay that way for as long as they can.

I don’t really know what happened or when the shift began, but I feel like it started back in February when I got hit with that stupid waffle maker. I could barely think straight that entire time, and despite trying to think of things to write afterward, my focus was solely on making sure I didn’t make my concussion worse by straining my eyes or mind - something my doctor warned me about. I take full responsibility for the lack of, well, everything that came afterward. I know that, once I was healed fully, I could’ve written or replied to your posts or even just messaged you, but I just… didn’t. 

I still don’t know why. I don’t know what happened to throw me so far off that I couldn’t be arsed to get online, but I know it affected a lot. I still got good performance reports at work, but I closed myself off everywhere else. Maybe I’m just an antisocial person when I’m depressed. But still, that doesn’t give me the right to ignore everyone I care about. I didn’t even respond to anybody’s birthday wishes this year unless they texted me directly or physically saw me that day, and I never get that bad.

Things got worse after that. I’ve been mechanical, robotic, and all over numb. It was like I just couldn’t feel anymore, like my life was meaningless. It was rough. My mom was constantly worried about me, but never said anything. I could see it in her eyes, though. My eldest niece had to stay in a mental ward recently for severe depression, and I think Mom was worried I’d end up the same way. I didn’t, but still.

Things have been getting a bit better, I guess. I’m not skulking around in dark clothes, hiding in my room, and only leaving the house for work anymore. Seasonal depression is a pain in the ass, but so is regular depression. It eats away at your interests, your mental health, and your soul. But… I’m still here, so it hasn’t won. I’m not going to let it win. I’m too stubborn. Sometimes, that’s a good thing.

I’m trying to get better now. I painted my clipboard for my summer teaching hours (field trips, local tours, etc). It’s theatre themed on one side, naturally, and some other fandoms on the other, and I’m proud of it. I also started cleaning my room again, which is taking a lot of effort, but I’m okay with it. I’ve boxed up a bunch of my books and moved them to my office to put them on the bookshelves I got in January, but never built. I’m going to start clearing out the stuff I no longer want or need, donate the stuff I can, and repurpose the stuff I can’t. 

Eventually, my room will feel less like a pit of depression and more like a place I can call mine again. I’ll have room for my dancing equipment, I’ll push my bed over by the window so I can sleep next to the air conditioning, and I’ll learn to treat myself better than I have been. It won’t be easy, but I’m going to do it. I may not post anything for a while until my room’s cleared out and I feel well enough to write something other than a few words I’ll later delete, but I hope that’s okay. I might post little things here and there - updates, maybe a chapter if I can wrap up the ones I’ve already started, or maybe even just a post about something I’ve found in my room whilst cleaning (I know there’s a mini disco ball in here somewhere!).

I’m looking forward to moving past this. I miss… me. I miss the energy, the joys I had in little things, and the desire I had to write from dawn to dusk. I’ll find myself again, probably in the cracks of the walls I built around me. I’m twenty-five now, and that fact has hit me like a big rig going ninety on the highway, but it’s time for me to accept reality and grow. I planted tomatoes, cucumbers, and zinnias recently. Maybe I’ll grow with them. I’ll need one of those support sticks, but that’s okay. Everyone grows differently, especially when it takes a while to break through the soil.

Until then, however, I can only hope that my disastrous mental health over the last few months hasn’t completely driven you away and that you’re willing to put up with my nonsense just a bit longer. I swear - on my favorite ice cream, my love for dogs, and a bag of those damned Twisted Cheeto Puffs I can no longer find in a grocery store but would sell my spleen for - that I’ll be back to my usual self sooner or later. I’ll be back to writing in between my shifts at the school and writing comments as soon as I see a new post from you (btw, I only just checked this morning and saw you posted another part of MM and nearly screamed at work, so I’m excited for that!).

Summer is fast approaching, which means 40-hour weeks for me at the school, but I’ll find time to reclaim myself when I can. Maybe I’ll do more on the weekends when that time comes. I spent time at the park after church today. Yesterday, I pet a few dogs, sat on the boat dock, and explored an abandoned funeral home. I’ve begun tearing down my walls recently to make room for my new and improved self. It’s not easy. I’m no Hulk. But… I’m trying, and for now, I can only hope that’s good enough.

I’m still alive. I’m still connecting songs to story ideas. I’m still a writer. I’m just… working on myself before I work on my stories. My mom says that’s more important right now, but she doesn’t realize how many times I’ve tried desperately to write, but come up dry. She’ll understand someday. Maybe I’ll understand her side of things, too. I’ll try, at the very least.

Now, I’m going to go work on cleaning my room a little more. I want to get rid of some old clothes before returning to work this afternoon. It may not seem like much, but I’m trying.

I’m sorry it took me so long to say anything. I’m sorry that it feels like I’ve been stonewalling you. I’m sorry I never asked for help… even when I needed it. I’m not the greatest at asking for help, but that’s another thing to add to my to-do list. Just… know that I’ll go back over everything I’ve missed (which seems like a lot) over the next few days, and I’ll write the comments that should have been there all along. 

I’m sorry, Eleanor. I can't apologize enough, but I promise that I’ll do better this time around.

[phanzon]

Dystopians aren't so fun anymore...

It used to be that dystopians were a warning for what could happen: like a totalitarian government that rules through great violence and fear, or an oligarchy ruled by sadistic, wealthy fools who take enjoyment in pitting the poor against each other. Perhaps a terrible war or disease that wipes out most life and leaves the remnants fighting for survival and kowtowing to warlords devoid of humanity and reason. Nowadays that shit is stuck in the past as we live through it now wondering how long its gonna last.

Government agents kidnapping people off the streets, a new Invincible episode tomorrow... Due process being thrown out the window, a new album dropping tonight... A never ending livestream of mass death by disease and genocide, but watch it remade in AI, Nazis grinning wide. None of them took a damn ethics class as they never asked if they should instead of if they could.

Now seeing how dystopians were just the first step, I wonder what plans they have next? You can kiss the sky goodbye as adverts for ass cream and crypto (bundled deal) will block the stars out, and the AI that's taking our jobs and making acid rain will make us flock to the work camps or blow our brains out.

Who the fuck knows what will happen, maybe they'll sell stock shares of a person with your kidneys as collateral. Maybe they'll force us into robotic soldiers to murder and rape against our will (then again the patriots and Israelis already do that shit for free). Whatever the case, whatever we write with our dread and our fear: they'll turn our hell into their utopia.

But what's YOUR dystopia, Musk?

Do black smiles and brown laughter make your spine shiver, or does the idea of them playing with trans kids make you quiver? So what if the whites will be out numbered by a decimal, or that people want the freedom to be who they are inside. Maybe that's the word: freedom. You and your friends throw it around all the damn time, but in truth you couldn't be more terrified of it! You get so pissy online you send your gestapo to those who threw gum on your shitty cars. You scream of open borders, I see the freedom to go anywhere without violence or bureaucracy. Your nightmares include Children having the space and autonomy to make a name for themselves, a name that isn't a fucking production code.

Zuckerburg's scared of people protecting their privacy. Oil tycoons are terrified of a world that will live and thrive without oil or cars. Politicians, cops and generals fear a world that won't have any need for them anymore.

But most of all: you are all petrified at the idea of black and white people, christians and muslims, Europea, Asian and African people living together in harmony. You're terrified of our divisions becoming bridges, you hate the way we connect regardless of ethnic, religious or linguistic background (Kissinger sure did, and hell is probably forcing him to live in such a world).

You are scared of our humanity. You're scared of our compassion just as you are our determination. You're scared that the weak will rise and throw off their chains, that we'll take all your riches, all your power and all your privileges and throw them in a ditch. A world without suffering, without violence, without capitalists or nation states is your HELL.

Your Dystopia is our Utopia.

and suddenly, I find myself having fun again :)