#anaologies

[blorbodiaz]

GUYS you will not believe the dream i just had. it was insane. like i came up with an episode in my sleep. i’m actually crying while typing this.

context: before i went to bed i had just watched ‘the psych odyessey’ episode of psych and got inspired? i guess?

basically, it was pretty much a bottle episode where the 118 were stuck in the firehouse with nothing to do and somewhere (idk specifically, dream memory is weird) they found this old dusty notebook and started going though it, and it was this man’s diary of his life. they’re “reading” it but then they’re retelling his story in our eyes and the cast is playing all the characters in the diary, like the psych episode (and the blue butterfly one in castle).

in the end, the diary told the story of a man who had this great, beautiful love but didn’t realise it until late in life when he was already with another man (who was a bit meh ngl) and the diary stopped before they got to find out the ending. the team decide to just let it go and put the book back where they found it but my boy eddie had other ideas. he took the diary and went to athena for help, tracking down where this guy lived now and was thankfully alive, just old. so he went to his house to give the diary back and got to hear the ending of the story. turns out the old man DID leave his meh husband and go with the love of his life.

and dream ends with this scene which, for the record, i cannot get out of my head. eddie is just about to leave and thank the man for his time when the man says “he’ll always choose you, in the end” and eddie, confused and a little stunned, goes “what?” and the man replies “your love. he’ll choose you when it comes down to it” and eddies goes “how did you know about that?” (this is the first proper verbal confirmation we get from him) and just before he closes the door the man goes “i can just tell”. eddie doesn’t tell anyone about the visit.

END OF DREAM

can someone write this as a fic? 😭😭

[revasserium]

I'm being a rebel and requesting Ikesen Masamune and barefoot 💜

send me one and a character u__u

hurricane (prompt: barefoot)

masamune; 1,813; fluff and... that's it; @violettduchess is quite possibly one of the only ppl who can get me to write for a fandom that i had no plans in joining BUT HERE I AM FOLKS. here the fuCK i am.

he has always been a hurricane.

there are moments in a person’s life big enough for a single choice to put them on a completely different path, and then — there are those moments, much smaller moments, adding up to that one, bigger, monumental, life-changing moment. this is one of the latter.

the moon is heaven bright, swinging low in a full-bellied sky, and insomnia had plagued you till you’d come into the inner gardens for refuge. at least here, it felt like you were stuck between the pages of a waking dream. so… sleep-adjacent, right? right.

you swing your feet off the edge of the pristinely mopped wooden walkways, your sketchbook propped in your lap, a charcoal pencil gliding over the smooth, moon-bleached pages. you let your hand take the drawing where it wants, and these days, there’s only one place that your hand (and, subsequently the rest of your mind and body) seems to want to go.

masamune.

he appears as fish-tail flicks of your wrist bring him to life on the pages, each sketch fluid and overlapping with the next, almost like the depiction of dance — the crinkle at the edge of his eye, the curve of his hand as he rests it on the hilt of one of his blades, the strong, graceful slope of his shoulders and back, the crescent moon curve of his lips as he smiles, ever light, ever teasing, in your direction.

“ah… is that what i look like?”

his voice makes you jump, and even now after all this time, it sets your heart racing in your chest as you whirl around to find his nose inches from yours, that self-same smile hinged across his damnably gorgeous lips.

“w-wh — why aren’t you sleeping?” is your stumbling, cobbled together response to being jump-scared in the middle of his castle pagoda, but it’s the best you could come up with. he only leans back, chuckling, his arms tucked into the long thin sleeves of his kosode as he casts his eye up towards the full moon, his expression for once devoid if mischief or calculation. it’s strange, seeing him like this, so still and so quiet, and something about it makes you go still too, wondering if this is what its like to be caught in the eye of the storm, where the quiet is only ever momentary and destruction dances just beyond where your mind can reach.

“i could ask the same of you, kitten. so tell me… why aren’t you sleeping?” he grins as he joins you, propping one arm on a bent knee, watching as you gather yourself, palms pressing to the pages of your sketchbook.

“i… i couldn’t sleep.” you look down at your own knees, and it strikes you then that your feet are still bare. you can’t help glancing at masamune, and sure enough, his feet are bare too. no wonder i hadn’t heard him coming.

but something about this sets you off, the sight of his bare feet next to yours, and even though it shouldn’t be so tantalizing a thing — the flicker of bare flesh, the hint of skin unseen— you feel like one of those ancient victorian maidens, blushing at the sight of bare ankles.

you can’t help it; you start to laugh.

and masamune, sitting beside you, finds himself transfixed, held still by the sound of your laughter, pouring from you like rainwater from a stream. so clear and beautiful it sets his body arrack with shivers.

“what?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow, “is there something on my face?”

at this, you pause, stifling your giggles with a hand pressed to your lips, and you look at him. your eyes meet, and not for the first time, you feel yourself falling into them — into him. even like this, his one blue eye is something of a miracle, a thing of celestial majesty. it wasn’t until you’d met him that you’d realized what blue eyes look like up close — up close, they are the shattered light of a millions stars, fractured and reformed and singing through a universe of endless dark to end up here, shining out from him and landing on you, and god — he’s looking at you like all those million, billion years of starlight had traveled the expanse of every galaxy just to look at you.

just to see you like he does now.

“no… there isn’t,” you say, whisper, more like, reaching out a hand to trace your thumb over the lid of his closed eye. he doesn’t push you away. instead, he leans in closer.

“then, what’s so funny, kitten?”

you simply shake your head, trying to swallow down your belly-full of laughter, your mind showing you a strobe-quick flash-forward of you trying to explain the concept of foot kinks and websites that cater to such 500 years in the future before deciding — no. alas, tonight is not the night you try to educate one date masamune on the intricacies of body part kinks. though no doubt he’d take it in stride. no — that thought too, you tamp down before you’ve the mind to follow it down into a deep, dark rabbit hole from whence you might never recover or be recovered.

“tell me, please…” he grins, a grin that is simultaneously plea and pleasure, and in it, you can hear the knife-sharp promise of desire, “i’d like to know if something other than me has the power to make you laugh so much.”

“it’s just —” you bite your lips, fighting for the words, “we’re both barefoot.”

he blinks. and you can tell that whatever he was expecting the answer to be, this is clearly not it.

you track the flitter of emotions as they dance in quicksilver steps across the planes of his face — surprise, confusion, amusement, all painted porcelain perfect on the dark of his brows, the faint twitch of his lips. finally, he settles on a sorted of muted bemusement as he cocks his head at you.

“and… do people of your time tend to sleep with socks on?”

“no, it’s just…” you blush again, unable to help yourself.

“just what?” his voice is light, and he is still.

you swallow, hard,

“just… it’s weird — i mean — it’s not like i haven’t seen anyone else barefoot before just… this was — you’re just — and i —” you trip over your words in a hurry and end up tumbling through into incoherence so fast all you can do to styme the flood is to clamp your mouth shut and pray.

oh god please… tell me this is a bad dream.

but when you open your eyes, masamune is still there, watching you with that singular eye of his, expression inscrutable. and still, he doesn’t move.

“so…” and finally, finally, the stillness breaks — he cracks it open like an eggshell, stretching himself out as he leans back, propping himself up on his elbows, lengthening till he’s splayed out over the gleaming wooden boards of the walkway, his face bathed in ghostly moonlight.

“i’m not the first man you’ve seen barefoot, hm? that is a problem.”

your mouth drops open and for a moment, you gape at him wordless and fish-like, and he laughs as he turns to look at you.

“tell me his name — i’ll have his head in the morning,” he says, in a voice so casually serious that for a moment you think he might actually mean it.

“masamune!”

and then, he’s laughing too, a big, bright, uproarious thing that shakes his entire body like the foundations of the earth. it is deep and rich and lovely, warm and sweet as sun-kissed honey. you let yourself be swept up in his laughter, dropping into silent giggles, and then something louder, letting your shoulder bump into his, your bodies finally touching and then —

there’s a flurry of clothing, a shifting of weights. you find yourself pulled into him, tipping towards him like inevitability.

your sketchbook lays forgotten on the walkway next to you as masamune holds you close against his chest.

“ah… i really don’t like that…”

an entourage of tingles frissons through your body at his words.

“don’t like what?”

“the fact that you’ve seen someone else barefoot before. it bugs me.”

you peer up at him, lifting your head ever so slightly from his chest. he’s looking at you, and the sunrise-blue of his eyes are shadowed with something darker now, something decidedly less innocent than just the thought of bare feet.

“then… what will you do about it?” you ask, feeling the heat of his body, the solidness of him, the rightness of you between his arms.

“hm… are you teasing me, kitten?” his voice is gravel and earthquake and you’re emboldened by the sound, by the way his pupil dilates, the black hole at the center of every galaxy — gravity made solid, made real.

“yes,” you breathe, leaning up like a dare and he meets you gloriously, his lips hard and pressing and soft and pulling. there’s a fire unspooling at the base of your spine, stoked by the heat and truth of him, so close, too close — you break apart gasping. he grins, lynx-like and wolfish as he grazes his teeth along the column of your throat.

“good,” he says, sighing into your flesh as you arch up into him, your fingers curling into his hair as he flips the pair of you over. he pulls you beneath him and he is storm and thunder, he is rain and wonder — he is water to your desert skies, the sunlit days to all your moonless nights.

and as he makes to rend you into pleasure, into nothing more than ache and belonging, he pulls back with a bone-deep growl, a sliver of hesitation, of self-preservation.

“are… are you sure you want this?” that you want me? the echo is not lost on you.

and it’s not the first time he’s asked you the question, and you have a feeling that it wouldn’t be the last. but you reply as you had, once upon a time, in a distant, sun-drenched afternoon, when you’d been telling him about one of your favorite poems from your time.

you smile, tug him down for a kiss.

“yes,” you say, like you’d done on that long-ago afternoon, “i want you — i want this, masamune. because… I love you.”

“i will love you when you are a still day… i will love you when you are a hurricane.”

[isaut]

what do you think about all the Chrollo x reader stories that are always yandere. I personally feel like it’s too ooc for him. I agree he’s very dark and I guess you could say ‘evil’ to an extent, but I can’t understand why he’d treat his s/o like how ‘yanderes’ do. Wouldn’t he treat his s/o like family like he does the troupe? Idgi 🥲

I just wanna read smthin where he’s not literally being a r*pist

lmao i think no matter what universe you put chrollo in hes yandere. i also think no matter what universe you put him in chrollo isn’t a rapist.

yandere basically means that someone is sick with love— and will do anything to have their love fulfilled. i always think about yukako yamagashi from jjba. girl will do anything to get with koichi.

and i think that because of chrollo’s belief in fate (that he must both bend to the will of and write his own) makes him the perfect yandere. he thinks that he can make you fall in love with him no matter what he does.

but you’re right, in he isn’t a yandere that’s going to kidnap you and lock you up. instead, he’s going to spend days months years courting you until you’re in so deep he can throw the key into the ocean. he loves the thrill of the chase. his eye is on the prize but he can wait it out. watching you slowly fall into his trap, watching you willing fall into his trap provides him with all the satisfaction in the world. (think of a spider weaving a web around the most beautiful butterfly he’s ever seen with no thoughts other than: pretty. want for myself.)

he wants true love. he wants to believe in love in first sight. he also believes in nudging true love to happen. giving it a helpful little push. an object in motion stays in motion, after all.

[vortilogue]

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[elementoftheeye]

4/23/23Disconnected from the weekend… I chatted with some friends on Sunday. The commonality of all the conversations was the point that everyone seems to like my experimenting with my photography. What I find interesting is I really don't consider it experimenting, it is just me doing it my way… but I do dig the happy accidents.

[robotpussy]

and then white people whine when we talk about racism all the time... like its not white people finding every way possible to be racist.....

[kryptic-krab]

GRETA THUNBURG BATED ANDREW TATE INTO GIVING HIS LOCATION AWAY AND HE GOT ARRESTED LETS GOOO

AND THE THING IS she didnt even bait him 😭 he just HAPPENED to show the pizza box and give away that he was still in romania......wackiest clown in a while

[definitelynot3hippos]

On top of The Scholomance series being a great analogy for capitalism and climate change, romance contains some of the best tropes

Making a list of tropes El and Orion cover

• nerd/jock

• grumpy/sunshine

• optimist/pessimist

•heroine/hero

•misjudged/oblivious

•oblivious/idiot

•black cat/golden retriever

•outcast/golden boy

[alicethepiper]

belated but i just wanted to thank you for your reblog comments on my selkie au comic; it was one of the loveliest comments i have ever gotten 💕 i love the world of the layton games so much.

ahhh im so glad!! i love your art so much you don't even know. I was like "hmmm it's kinda hit or miss whether or not someone has played prof Layton but I'll put it in there anyways" because that's what it made think of IMMEDIATELY. I'm working on Unwound Future at the moment - I haven't played in a hot minute. But that whole series is just so damn good. And that muSIC??!!

Anyways. Thank you for letting me gush about things you already know. And thank you for letting me know that my reblog comments were lovely 😭

(my messages are always open to gush about professor Layton - (and resident evil that's literally a given) - I honestly don't do it enough that ✨gentleman✨ deserves the WORLD)

[iilelio]

After factory resetting my brain with a two hour nap I wake up perplexed. My dream consisted of living in a strange apartment where my neighbor had a dog- or I thought it was a dog. Dream lady had been keeping a spotted hyena as a pet. She left and I had to deal with the laughing pitbull of the savannah under my porch.

What kind of symbolism

[christianblogr]

Embracing Our Unique Design: The Potato Head Analogy

Embracing Our Unique Design: The Potato Head Analogy — In the whimsical world of toys, Mr. Potato Head stands out as a beloved figure known for his interchangeable parts. Each piece, from his ears to his shoes, can be swapped out, mixed, and matched, creating a myriad of possibilities that reflect the playful nature of our own lives. This simple toy can teach us profound lessons about our Christian journey and God's unique design for each of us.

Embracing Our Unique Design: The Potato Head Analogy — In the whimsical world of toys, Mr. Potato Head stands out as a beloved figure known for his interchangeable parts. Each piece, from his ears to his shoes, can be swapped out, mixed, and matched, creating a myriad of possibilities that reflect the playful nature of our own lives. This simple toy can teach us profound lessons about our…

[dollfaceirene]

"but it's not here yet :("

What if i told you that your imagination (a.k.a your 4D) dominant thoughts = your reality and should be your source of validation, not the 3D.

Now i understand that you've been used to the 3D being your whole life, heck, we were told that circumstances were out of our control. I understand how changing your belief of the 3D being your main source of validation to your thoughts can be odd and confusing.

But now that you know about the law of assumption, you now know that your 4D dominant thoughts = materialises your 3D, not the other way so absolutely nothing can stop you from getting what you want (because how can anything take away what's already yours?)

Now lets talk about persisting, what is persisting you may ask?

Persisting: continue in an opinion or course of action in spite of difficulty or opposition (stolen from the google definition)

The act of persisting, in terms of manifestation, is staying true to your desires and acknowledging/affirming that you have whatever you want.

So let's connect all the dots from this post. Since the 4D is your source of validation (not your 3D) and you should persist & stay consistent to whatever your manifesting, why are you seeking validation from your 3D?

It can be hard to stop seeking validation & evidence of your desires from your 3D so think of it this way, (the classic mirror anaology by riyaama on desired reality cherry amino)

Clothes = your desires/thoughts Mirror = 3D (a.k.a a reflection) You changing your clothes = 4D

Whatever you change your outfit to, your outfit will always be reflected NO MATTER WHAT. Notice how it's not your reflection influencing you to chose your outfit. The mirror didn't decide it, it was YOU who decided it and it was reflected in the mirror.

The 3D practically conforms to you like an obedient child, you are in control, it was neverrr the 3D.

Okay so this is the end of the post and what i want you to get from this post is that you are always in control and you should start seeking validation from your 4D.

Finding it hard? Here's some tips

⋆ work on your self concept

⋆ affirm on you seeking validation from your 4D (e.g. affirming you only seek validation from your inner reality)

⋆ keep persisting! remind yourself it's all worth it and that if other people can manifest whatever, than so can you. You are not an anomaly

⋆ you will still be manifesting regardless so wouldn't you rather persist in thoughts that will actually benefit you and manifest your desire?

stay limitless yall! xoxo, irene

[itsmeimclown]

like my irl feelings are that luffy is canon aro/ace and will never have a canonical romantic or sexual relationship with anybody but my littler sewer rat brain 🐀 🧠 says that Luffy's ability to make zoro say how high when he asks him to jump and that Zoro will then jump at their throats and go for the kill is so poetic and romantic and just the /loyalty/ and devotion it consumes my soul

I am feral for undiluted loyalty and devotion because I, too, am an unhealthy codependent, submissive, bratty bitch just like zoro

don't even get me started on the God/demon symbolism

someone would call zoro "strawhat's dog" to his face and zoro would bark at them before absolutely obliterating him just to screw with them

and a part of zoro would enjoy it

but then there's LawLu

and their sun/moon anaologies

and the fact that law is also a captain so he's Luffy's equal

and luffy can just talk to him without fear of disappointing his crew (he never could but like he wants to be strong for them)

and the fact that he saw luffy at his absolute lowest

and saw him breakdown at marineford and shifted around his organs in a grueling surgery to keep him alive without even knowing him

and then he sees him wake up in a world without ace where luffy almost kills himself in his grief

and he kept the strawhat safe the entire time (like he was always seen with it until he left it with rayleigh as he left)

and THEN he has to go and say that shit about living to see Luffy through his fight with doflamingo or die there with him

and the fact that he has these cute little smirks and smiles he gives Luffy

and his speech about Luffy being able to make miracles

I LOVE it

conflicting ships that even conflict with my views on Luffy's sexuality

[triaelf9]

This article makes me SO MAD

some choice quotes:

"Webtoons are low-cost to produce - one person can make them with a tablet and stylus." I'M SORRY WHAT?? THE ONLY REASON IT'S LOW COST IS BECAUSE YOU UNDERPAY YOUR CREATORS

Webtoon Entertainment and its subsidiary have run amateur artists' debut programmes for years, generating 1.6 million titles from 900,000 creators as of January." generating from creators ah yes, just like solar panels generate energy from the sun that we can use up, WOW what a gross way to put this

"'If big tech is serious about this IP-creating business, they'd have to buy us out,' Kim said." OH CEO, you don't say? Sound like this article with tons of unverified numbers & projections is more you all advertising yourself FOR a buyout

"deep bank of content and creators" OH COOL WE'RE JUST MONEY TO USE AND TRADE. you could have used any other anaology, a LIBRARY comes to mind "a collection of outstanding creators" maybe, but the use of the term DEEP BANK here is very telling.

Especially given THIS is more the truth of the situation for webcomic creators in Korea rn: https://www.cbr.com/korea-occupational-agency-report-tragic-picture-health-webtoon-artist/

[the-lgbtqsmp]

QSMPantheon

updated EVEN MORE!!

Pierre's wife, Alpharad, Mariana, and Connor have been added, as well as Mousey's title

Luzu is now Lana's champion

animals and suggestions have also been added

explanations:

Mousey is "Queen of Hell" because Satan is just A Name, and that's the official title of her job, yknow? I might tweak it to look like Bad's, as Mousey, Bad, and Tina are the same kind of entities

Connor is a line below everyone as he is not a god with a champion, he's just Mousey's suboordinate

I remembered after I answered the ask why Pierre's wife isn't on the doc: it's because I could never find any sort of name for her, not even an online username like Kari with 'Forevinha'. For now, she's just "???".

Like Pierre's wife, I unfortunately COMPLETELY FORGOT about Alpharad when I was making/updating the doc, but that's fixed now!

I'm not sure on the choices of animals for Barb, Matt, Grace, and Isa, so those are questioned

As for other deities who don't have an animal symbol, I'm not sure on what their animal would be at all

Luzu is Lana's champion, as (q)Luzu may or may not have history with other islanders, but it's nice to think, no? (I see you Luckity community)

extra details/headcanons:

Connor has next to no influence on Quesadilla Island. rip (sidenote: i remember being OBSESSED with Connor years ago and this is NOT HELPING my infatuation with voice acting /nm /lh)

I talked in one of my servers about this, but yes! Missa and Bad are both reapers. The Grim Reaper is the big guy in charge, while other reapers take the brunt of the workload (hence why Missa isn't on the island as often - he's reaping souls). Think of it like Death from Supernatural. There is a whole network of reapers, but the eldest (or most qualified) is The Grim Reaper. When The Grim Reaper is killed off, another reaper takes their place. Of course, Death from Supernatural in this anaology is The Grim Reaper. Mumza, who is Death, is The Grim Reaper's boss.

The Grim Reaper deals in deaths of special individuals and other important cases, as well as a kind of "office work"

The heirarchy goes: Death -> The Grim Reaper / Minor Death Deities -> Reapers

Missa was a devout follower of Santa Muerte in life, and when he died, Death turned him into one of her reapers, as thanks for his kindness and loyalty.

other:

If you have any suggestions of animals/more deities/more entities/headcanons, feel free to flood my inbox!

[bozawarriorsposting]

The Damned Four Warriors AU

You know all those cats that everyone in the fandom always asks how they got into Starclan, what if Starclan themselves started asking that same question?

This AU follows four cat's that were let into Starclan originally now being put into 'probation' after they don't improve as people in the slightest. Four spirits get sent back to the mortal realm and do Starclan's (Clear Sky's) will or get booted to the Dark Forest. I am not entirely sure what that 'Will' is mind you, but things from fighting back Dark Forest spirits (which are a bit more "dark nightmare creatures" in this AU) and orchestrating some of Starclan's less ethical mortal meddling. Essentially, every time Starclan begins to screw cats over and random events happen that allow for prophecies to succeed, these four are the ones sent to do it. Suicide Squad but with Ghost Cats if you will.

Now, you might say that throwing a bunch of already angered and restless spirits who all died violently into situations which will only further anger and hurt them isn’t a good way to make them better, and you would be right.

The line up:

Mudclaw: His coup attempt enraged Starclan and there was a lot of debate, but his life of being basically a model Warrior: traditionalist, brave, ready to fight, and reverence for Starclan got him enough good boy points for them to let him in. Also his 'lawyers' (spirits on his side) basically just blamed Hawkfrost for everything. However, he was not content with this, and as Mudclaw increasingly began to stew in rage and bitterness over his smiting and Starclan's intervention in Windclan, they started getting nervous. Starclan spirit's do have some power over the real world, not a lot, but enough to where one rogue Starclan spirit could cause a lot of problems. So they kicked Mudclaw into this group to keep him under control and generally just give him something to do.

Ashfur: Was let in for generally the same reasons as Mudclaw, but slightly less so. He wasn't that exceptional of a warrior, but Starclan was currently still panicking over the existence of The Three. Ashfur was convincing enough and the Higher spirits didn’t really want to deal with anything regarding any of the three for now (also they don’t particularly like Squirrelflight) so they generally just gave him the benefit of the doubt. As his obsession continued in Starclan however, the powers that be basically saw the plot of TBC coming. Ashfur is here so they can keep an eye on him and keep him away from anything important.

Needletail: Out of the four, she is the one that Starclan came closest to just chucking into the dark forest. The whole “Kin” incident angered them greatly, as Clancats betrayed their own at the whims of rogues. Her heroic sacrifice won them over enough to let her in, but Needletails general aversion to authority and caustic side remained. Basically, when they got this idea, she was already on the short list of cats they wanted gone.

Appledusk: After Mapleshade went on a rampage (which was partially their fault) they wanted someone to blame alongside Mapleshade, so they settled on Frecklewish. However, as Maple then became a major river demon that drowned apprentices and inflicted generational curses, fingers started pointing again. With everyone else involved being either a leader or a medicine cat (both of which would implicitly lay blame on Starclan) Appledusk was the next one up to get thrown under a bus.

The four are thus no longer Starclan cats, they have been cut off from the stars and their connections to the ancestral plain (I will go more into that later). They can freely roam the earth and each have certain powers that let them influence the mortal world. Also, due to them not being associated with Starclan, at least officially, they can be made easy scapegoats if things go wrong and either the mortals or other Starclan cats start having questions.

This is all overseen by Clear Sky, (if this is a suicide squad anaology, he is the “Amanda Waller”) who was ‘chosen’ (decided) to guide them and punish them if necessary. He is essentially a lesser god and the one that gives them their orders. The question of what is Starclan’s will and what is HIS will is one that tends to pop up.

Overview of all the characters, subject to change based on how I think they would act and also on any new ideas

Feel free to ask questions and also suggestions, this is very barebones so I would be happy to develop it. The cast is not set in stone, or the lore, or the story, or much of anything.