#Random brain dump

[violent138]

I HC that Gotham’s so full of ghosts, smog, and various chemicals that it messes with Constantine's ability to tell ghosts from the living. He starts stepping around ghosts while walking (making Batman have to slow down so the man can keep up), talks to lost ghost tourists, or accidentally flirts with the dead at bars, freaking out other patrons and getting kicked out. On of the earlier occasions, John nearly performs an exorcism on one of the Robins after the kid flips around too well, and cheerfully informs Bruce about all the death omens around him when the man pisses him off.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

They mistake the flicker

of your resplendent flame,

as a trophy of their cruelty.

A white flag,

a hopelessness,

a defeat.

Ignorant that your shimmer,

is that of love,

of strength,

of joy.

That despite their misguided hope

to erase you,

amongst the roaring tempest of their hate,

The only thing their bluster has inspired—

Is the stoking of your blaze.

Burn on, my darlings.

Burn unapologetically.

Burn brightly.

Burn on.

[beemmen]

I found out that one of my friends has decided to quit law. she reasoned with us saying that it was too much for her mental health and she can't stress more. She's planning to take up BBA and event management.

It reminded me of how I chose commerce subjects as I had initially planned to do BBA and MBA to take up event management as my career. And here i am, after a complete 360° and pursuing law instead with a minor is HUMANITIES subjects 🤣🔫

like? Wow (I'm regretting tho, cuz I was reeeeeeeeally good at accountancy, economics and statistics 😭)

[lovelyannoyingcher]

Super random but.................................. I love men with tattoos 😍😍 mostly when they have a shit ton of tattoos like all over their arms and chest 🤭 hottest shit ever 🥵 (most men not all. Some are not hot even WITH tattoos)

[amplifyme]

Reblogging this because I've been going through my archive and had forgotten about this. Solid piece of meta, if I may say so myself.

Sandor Clegane and Death

In my on-going quest to successfully crawl inside Sandor’s mind and poke around a bit, I’ve found myself focusing on his kind of peculiar relationship with death. There are a few things we know for certain about him:

- He was disfigured at a young age in a violent, senseless attack by his own brother, which left him in what had to have been an indescribable amount of pain. He tells Sansa that a maester treated him with ointments. There is no mention of milk of the poppy or any other type of painkiller. It’s not much of a stretch to reckon there were times he wished for death in order to end the pain he was suffering. But he didn’t die, and perhaps a six or seven year old might begin to question why the gods wouldn’t grant him an end to his suffering. Maybe he did what children that age are prone to do in highly emotional, highly traumatic experiences. Maybe he began to blame himself, to wonder if perhaps he wasn’t good enough for the gods to look upon him kindly; maybe he’d displeased them in some way and surviving was his punishment.  

- Sandor Clegane is a self-described butcher of men. And he is very, very good at it. He even goes so far as to claim that it’s the sweetest thing there is. But you have to wonder how much of this is the Hound persona and how much is Sandor. One would think that a man who claims to find joy in killing would be much less … neatly efficient going about it. Let me explain. Unlike many of the men he is grouped with, in so far as fellow soldiers (I’ll use that term rather than knights, because we all know what knights are for), he is never described as taking part in what seems to be the normal course of a battle or the sacking of cities and villages. Nowhere in the series does anyone say that he rapes or tortures or prolongs death. In fact Jaime Lannister, upon hearing about the Saltpan atrocities, thinks to himself that the actions of the man who wore the Hound’s helm doesn’t sound like Sandor Clegane at all. We have mentions of Sandor’s favored method of killing: the diagonal blow from the top of the shoulder down, delivered by a sharp and heavy broadsword; the kind of blow certain to cause instantaneous death. The butcher’s boy, Mycah, is the first we hear (and see, through Ned’s eyes) of his preferred method. It’s mentioned throughout the series how brutal and savage he is when it comes to killing. But is he really? Could brutality be masking mercy? Could the man who was denied death as a boy have grown into someone who dispenses it not with joy, but with a twisted sense of longing for something he cannot have? Does death mean peace to Sandor Clegane?

I’m not saying he has a death wish, because I don’t think he does, not really; not even at his lowest point, when he was wandering drunk through the Riverlands. But I don’t think he is in any way afraid of death, either. In fact, I think he respects it and even follows his own code of honor when it comes to delivering it.

I will say that I don’t think he has a lot of reverence for life, or for most people. You can count on one hand those Sandor truly seems to care about: Sansa and Arya Stark, and Stranger, the horse he named after the one aspect of the Seven that most others choose to avoid or ignore; the god who represents death and the afterlife. Death: the one thing Sandor does seem to hold in reverence.

This is a man who delivers the gift of mercy to a dying soldier in a way that’s described as “almost tenderly.” A man who knows where the heart is. A man who during battle, rather than prolong your journey into the afterlife, will instead cut you in half and be done with it. Where does joy come into that equation? It seems it’s not in causing pain, at least not in Sandor’s case. He doesn’t want to hurt you; he just wants to kill you. And I’d say most of the time it’s not in retribution for any wrong you’ve done him or those he is sworn to protect. He doesn’t personally have anything against you; he just needs you to be dead and out of his way. Where is the joy?

Maybe it’s not in killing, but in delivering death itself. He is able to do what the gods would not do for him. It’s a fuck you to those gods and an odd act of respect for one particular god, all at the same time.

When Sandor Clegane is lying under a tree on the banks of the Trident and begging a young girl to end his life, it’s not an end to the pain he seems to want, but rather an act of mercy: the mercy of death. The very thing he has dealt to so many others but that no one has yet to give him. Do you think, as he lay there after Arya left him, he wondered why the gods had seen fit to deny him yet again? It seems very poetic that the Hound died there, but the man himself is at peace. I truly think the Hound got his act of mercy after all, and instead of an afterlife, Sandor Clegane was granted a new life. I have a feeling this reborn man will have a broader reverence for all things, not just death.

There really is no point I’m trying to make here or some grand claim I’m attempting to put forth. It’s more an exercise in working through some of the many contradictions this character presents us with and try to make some sense of them. He is an enigma, wrapped in a puzzle, surrounded by a conundrum. Or as Walt Whitman wrote:

Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)

Yeah, buddy.

So, am I way off the mark here? Or maybe on to something?  A bit of both?

[batsvnte]

𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 — Blade was one who you never expected to be with. Being part of the Stellaron Hunters has its ups and downs. The first months were light for you since you were sticking with Kafka. Occasionally Sam or Silverwolf would tag along if they were needed, rarely it was Blade. You didn’t push immediately to form some sort of relationship with him. You’d rather kept at a safe distance from the swordsman till the time was ready. Which was sooner than expected.

The inner turmoil sparked within him at the beginning. His goal was directly towards death. Taking every opportunity to throw himself into battle without any repercussions. During the few days he was developing feelings, he took precautions onto what he chose to battle whenever you were near. Protecting you was one of his priorities as it was for everyone else he was around. Kafka would often point out how he seemed to be showing off at rare times.

You on the other hand had an entirely different goal than what Blade had. Only Elio knows what it was since he was the one you came to. Often you would refuse to speak on your lifelong wishes, but as far as anyone knows it’s one of the more tamer goals you had. Fighting wasn’t the main concern, but it was something else that was more off the field.

The habits with Blade started out subtle but it was beginning to become noticeable. There was a day where nobody had seen him. Not even Silverwolf. When you entered your shared room during the night, he was there. Standing there with an blank look on his face. You could’ve sworn he was there the entire day since he wasn’t part of the script. He acknowledged your presence when he saw the movement out of the corner of his eyes. And yet he stayed, wanting to be with you after being gone for so long.

Anywhere you would go, he was there somewhere within your presence. It only took a few seconds (actually three according to Kafka) before he was there by your side. He’s grown comfortable after some time to finally trust himself to be physically affectionate with you without the fear of harming you. Sometimes he would have his arm around your waist, his hand holding yours or just standing close to you to where you might lightly bump shoulders. He wasn’t the type to admit things out loud. Rather let actions speak louder for his words.

But another thing was he was silent as hell. You lost count of the amount of times he had scared you since he was silently follow you and wouldn’t warn you about anything. It’s just seems like he appears out of nowhere when he’s there the entire time. Just going out for some fresh air, he was leaning against the wall with his eyes fixated on you. Going to the kitchen for a snack, he’s already grabbing it for you when you were just looking for it a second ago.

At times you would back up and accidentally bump into him out of nowhere when you thought you were by yourself. You would ask him to at least give you some sort of sign that he was there. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t.

It rarely ends well when he comes back from mission in the middle of the night covered in blood.

[pixthefuckup]

unhinged thought: i think it would have been better for shen yuan if he transmigrated into ming fan. like sure less hot and less fun in adult politics and a lot harder to save anyone who weren't disciples but...

number 1, according to the web series and the few drawings i remember, he already looked similar in his last life so less cognitive dissonance.

number 2, personalities were way more similar so the adjustment wouldn't have looked abrupt and he wouldn't have suffered with the system so much

number 3, the bullying problem is easier to fix in ming fan despite what you may be thinking bc tbh i don't think shen jiu gave as much fucks about luo binghe as the boy thought. like sure, maybe in the sense of similiar backstories but i think he just thought the kid wasn't toughening up.

number 4, the fucking age gap and cognitive dissonance that comes from going from shizun who's like a father figure/well-meaning guardian to going to shizun getting railed in the mattress looks slightly better when going from shixiong who's only slightly older and just a responsible student or bro to shixiong getting railed in the mattress. deaging probably wouldn't have been that bad anyways for shen yuan bc bro was sick for his whole life. dude gets to run around for a bit. deaging to a preteen is better than suddenly becoming a guy in his late 20s when you're 19 or 21 (last time i checked Shen Yuan was one of those ages) imo.

number 5 and the most petty, i feel sad for yue qingyuan. i love the implications of the shen jiu x yue qi dynamic sue me. having these two side by side would be incredible parallels.

call me cucumber or whatever i just think his life would have been way easier.

[astracora]

Man EVER really cut corners on Caleb's rebuild because like... even modern day prosthetics have sensory capabilities to help with relearning the use of your limb again and preventing phantom pains.

EVER really said specifically, I know it's the super future with magic and high technological advancements... but fuck you Caleb, not a single bit of sensory input from your prosthetic, except for pain.

Edit: actually I am thinking about it more and if it's not just PG not knowing how prosthesis work. Then EVER basically built something that Caleb cannot receive sensory feedback through, so he's essentially just. Able to use it through the brain sensors or muscle nerve endings, but is fully incapable or receiving feedback. Which means.

They've handed him a sword, to make it easier to destroy or kill or harm, with no acknowledgement for the humanity of it.

In reality he'd probably struggle to cook without a HUGE learning curve of having to WATCH for what his arm is doing, to relearn how much pressure to input.

Killing becomes easy, harm becomes easy, becoming readjusted to his LIFE? That becomes far harder. EVER gave this man the realignment of his life, because they wanted a weapon not a person.

[arlesposting]

got a new 17776-esque football game idea. average football game, but it's all played in a cornfield, but a maze could be involved if you want to get crazy with it. to make it even worse a part of the rules is that you CANNOT destroy or uproot any of the corn under any circumstances or else you'll immediately be out of the game, but you are allowed to eat any fully grown corn at any given time. the entire game field is the cornfield, and if you leave it you'll immediately be considered out-of-bounds. you're allowed to hide the ball in the corn stalks if you think that'll work. scarecrows are also there, not for anything helpful but just to throw players off cause i think that'd be pretty funny, watching someone fumble over a guy made of straw. possibly one of the most rage-inducing game ideas, or the funniest. just imagine the probes watching a bunch of players bumble around a field with extremely thick plants trying to get their way through the field through the maze or by brute force.

[chesecakssss]

acotar brain dump

it's a pretty common opinion that the way Autumn Court fire magic simply works as the classic "being able to shoot fire from your hands like a flamethrower" (from what we've seen so far). But. But. I have some other ideas for how this magic could work. What if, the wielders (which is what I gonna call them now) could use their fire magic like Sypha from Castlevania.

What if, instead of just raw fire, wielders could just channel that to form light and heat (like a lamp or the way Feyre glows). What if, when the using the full extent of their power, their skin becomes like molten lava with cracks and everything because their bodies became so hot from all that power. What if the flames the wielders produce could be different colors based on heritage. (The rest of the Vanserras having the standard orange and gold flames while Lucien's flames are lighter and more yellowish like the sun because he's Helion's son.)

Anyways, uh, that's all i have for now. If you actually stopped by to read my delirious ramblings then thx for coming to my ted talk, i would like to hear yalls thoughts. :)

[antl3rz]

This was lowk just a junk page and I kinda just put whatever came to mind but… it’s fine LMFAO..

It was fun I enjoyed it >_< !!! A lil brain dump :D

I 💗 DRAWING HANDS AAAAA

[the-greatest-tumbleweed]

Guys I think the secret to success in the corporate world might be pretending it's a weirdly themed ttrpg game. You are playing a character with high int and char and all the relevant lore skills, and your backstory is that you care deeply about ensuring you're meeting project deadlines, the programme and resource allocation is up to date and any change in scope is properly documented. You play your character accordingly, you commit to the role during working hours, you act your little heart out. But then when your working day finishes you're like haha that was fun, I shall now acknowledge that this is all an elaborate game and nothing matters and I'll stop playing this character for the weekend. This is not business advice, it is how I've been staying mentally healthy recently and I'm not even kidding, I think it makes me do better.

[itswarlockry]

picked up TTW and made a new LW/courier, her name is Sunday

[spotaus]

So i had another new age thought. Also yes hi i am back again and i just like sending you asks lmao.

Anyway. Remember how we agreed that once nightmare trusted and knighted killer he would be send on a mission to get more info/stuff/reminders of ccino's past life?

And how before we agreed he would find it boring?

Now with the whole crush and in love situation

Killer would be EXCITED for this mission

Finding stuff about ccino?! His family?! Sign him the fuck up- wait.what will you do with that information?

Nightmare: safeguard it obviously?

Killer: okay cool! When do i leave?

Because if nightmare was gonna destroy it killer would have 100% hidden the info away and reconsider those running away fantasies- I MEAN! plans again.

That was all. That was the thought lmao.

Ohoho- Killer would be SO pumped for it- I can't believe I forgot that with the crush plot line he'd be super curious... the him abd Ccino not getting along plotting is definitely more of a farce now, so ofc he'd be invested!

And... you can't tell me this man didn't immediately snoop. Like, he knows it's bad, he knows he shouldn't, but Ccino is one big mystery to him so of course he's going to try and find out more! And he gets a peek at the names of his parents, the old bakery they used to run, where he used to live, the whole nine yards. Do you think he found the death certificates of his parents and saw the cause of death was a housefire? He's pretty sure Ccino would've been really young when it happened, too. Do you think he went to the address out of curiosity and saw that the lot was still empty? (Taboo to rebuild atop the ashes of sonething burnt by the King, you know) Do you think he got a sense of what happened, even if he really doesn't know at all?

I think we've discussed it before, but Killer is all the more protective over Ccino and even more curious after this mission. He has no right, he knows that, but he can't help but try to look after him. Just!!! These guys!!!!

Also, I didn't get around to doodling them properly, but since I don't want to constantly draw Killer's armor? Here's his and Ccino's comfy/general clothes, as well as the front of Ccino's uniform! (Poorly sketched as always, haha-)

Killer likes to wear loose clothes, especially jackets. (I forgor to add the gold clasps on the jacket...) Tighter clothes feel like they confine him too much, almost like claustrophobia. For meta-story? The long jackets + oversized clothes are just a habit from his days in the temple, and then later when he and Chara had to steal clothes sizes too large so they could grow into them. I also think that Killer, later in the story, really only has his soul circular when he's in public/training, anytime he's comfy with his family (or ofc Ccino is near) it leans towards soul-shaped. His eyelight likes to pop into place when he's with Ccino :] (<- I WILL forget to draw/write like this. So like. Nbd.)

Ccino's casual fit is usually only for his days off, market shopping, and when he's alone in his cottage. He always keeps his apron and work shirt the same (honestly Nightmare wouldn't mind, but Ccino still worries about being punished for stuff like uniform screw-ups) and he wears a more casual pair of pants and a white shawl which fits him like a scarf now. (Maybe, if I wanted to be angsty, then it was given to him shortly after Nightmare came to power, and back then he was so stick thin it wrapped around his shoulders? Now he wears it as a sign of his healing <3) also!! Decided Ccino inherited hid mother's 'sleepy' eyeshape, where his sockets curve like he's sad, but that's just how he looks. Gives him a calm and gentle appearance.

Ignore that they're missing their shoes 🙏 I'm very close to convincing myself to let Ccino stay barefoot/sandals because tbh if I were him I'd be wearing the least shoes possible, but he's also very sensible so like. Probably sandals for him. Killer probably wears short boots or his sturdy armor boots? I couldn't see him taking the time to lace up any sort of complex sandals lmao-

[joshbruh10x]

Another shitpost of poorly drawn comic dumps of the Fazcule because I can't find anything better to do with my agonizing life tonight here we go!!!!!

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

We talk a lot about Taehyun and older women, but I think Beomgyu also needs a noona girlfriend.

He likes older music, and they'd probably bond over that. I'm picturing soft tunes playing, just relaxing in a hotel or his room. She's in his lap with her arms around him, and he's swaying her gently as if they're almost dancing.

I think he'd be like a docile puppy when she's around, sleepy and comforted. He's more quiet because he's content. But they also have a lot of laughs which always end in kisses because laughing together makes them feel affectionate. Sleeps with his head on her chest if he can help it.

Out and about, they pop into random stores on a whim and try on clothes, emerging from the dressing rooms to show each other. They likely have a similar style and will steal- i mean borrow each other's clothes and jewellery.