#angst for thy

[justyoursicanon]

Our Differences

|A little drabble about Google and Bing's knowledge of each other.

Between a human, and an android.|

_______________ L o a d i n g . . . _______________

Google and Bing had known each other for years. Bing practically knew every aspect of Google due to the advanced Android constantly updating, and his program makes him automatically say his new additional upgrades out loud. But Bing eventually came to know other non-mechanical related aspects of him. 

He knew how the other android acted, his workflow, his work style, his socialization with others, his extensions. His personality. 

Bing could’ve joked that Google almost acted human. Just a reserved, grumpy one.

Bing would’ve laughed. Google wouldn’t.

-

Google doesn’t know much about Bing.

Of course, he knows about Bing’s programming and system, he kept it in his internal hard drive along with his default objectives. That was the first thing he did when he met the other android.

Or, well.

He did it as soon as the creators of the other android had announced his release. His system alerted him at the time, and he knew that Bing’s existence was only a competition between their search engine mechanics. The possibility that he could’ve been a danger to Google's label. 

But he never cared about any unrelated aspects of the default program. 

He despised the fact Bing acted so human despite the fact he was built to be nothing but a machine.

That was where Google saw the differences between him and the other android. The beginning of their rivalry.

And Google never saw him as his equal.

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_________ L o a d i n g  C o m p l e t e. _________

|Thanks for reading yall, been a good while since I've written on my blog. Hoping to get back on it since school is 2-3 weeks away from ending. More Bingle and markiplier ego stuff to be posted. See you all soon :3|

[wiccanlytalented]

[aquariusthevisionary]

Telemachus… why is your face looking so… empty?…

Telemachus : The flowers are in bloom as the birds will tell (💭 - It's a beautiful day to be burning in Hell…)

??? : If you try to run from me you won't be able , That way your determination will be breakable I don't get why you cry over your friends dying Especially after your own GENOCIDE

[dragonshost]

I think I enjoy Chiluc simply for the fact that ......love does not make any of it better.

Love, in fact, makes everything WORSE.

[sol-st1ce]

Chat.

Chat Thanatos would destroy Epiales w/o prep time.

But only the first time though because Epiales thought Thanatos didn’t have the balls to actually fight him …

Chat Im gonna throw up he’s avenging his wife chat

[unreal-sundogs]

A call from dad

[mochi-kitty]

Shima headcanons #5

Shima doesn’t fight his brothers. He’ll swat and nudge and sometimes hit but not full on kicks or punches meant to cause bruises like his brothers do to him. Maybe it’s instinctual, maybe he really just couldn’t be bothered to fight back, maybe running is just easier in the long run… Yamantaka hates it because it makes him look bad but Shima’s not about to summon his ass just to win and then pass out right after. Maybe when he was a kid it was different. He couldn’t summon yamantaka very well so the worry of that whole situation was tempered and he could defend himself more.

Does it make him look weak in his families eyes? Yeah, but he knows the alternative would be ten times more troublesome. Everyone knows fighting a human is easy but fighting a human who lets the demon possessing him fight his battles for him? There will be bloodshed and that’s too much to deal with.

(Does he notice that none of his brothers fight as hard with him as they do with each other? Absolutely. Gozou, Kinzou and Juzou fight together and try not to laugh as they do so. When they fight him, he’s trying not groan in pain. The difference is hard to miss)

[stinkypeanutbutter]

‘ Tick

Tick

Tick ‘

The light sound of ticking from the clock could be heard from Aiden’s bed , which Aiden has been laying on for the past 40 minutes , or so . His parents had gotten him it quite a while ago . He wasn’t sure why , because he knew he wouldn’t be able to figure it out or have enough focus to remember , but it was something along the lines of “ Not having to use a phone or digital clock when it’s around . “ ‘ Tick

Tick

Tick ‘

He didn’t like that clock . It felt loud , felt repulsive and it bothered him so . Yes , it felt loud , he could feel it . Each time it ticked it felt like it slowly crept into his ears like a bug and started chewing at his brain .

. What time was it ?

He couldn’t remember . Maybe he should , it seems like something he should know of but he doesn’t . Not right now . .

.

Aiden didn’t really feel loved . Wow ! That was random , gotta be all edgy don’t we . .

Well , it was true . But of course he’s wrong , he has to be . His parents were there , sometimes , and showered him with gifts whenever they came back from traveling for work . .

Annoying . It’s all so irritating . His parents love him , he’ll keep telling himself that to make sure it sounds true enough to believe , even if the truth may hurt more then the lies .

. . Lies ? No no , there weren’t any lies . They never said anything to lie , did they ? He couldn’t remember . Hungry . He was hungry . or bored ? One of the two fit .

Maybe he’s lying to himself just as much as he believed they were . But he wasn’t , he was sure his friends cared for him . I thought this was about his parents ? He’s sure it was , that’s what got him thinking more in the first place , since around 2 : 33 pm . .

It was 2 : 33 . Was it ? Maybe it’s a minute before , maybe after but he couldn’t check the clock if he wanted .

‘ Tick ‘

He wanted to die . No , no he didn’t . Maybe . He hadn’t put much thought into that in a while . Maybe he does , or he’s sure he just doesn’t care if he dies or not . Risk is fun . The risk or the thrill ? The risk is what gives him the thrill . What does he like more ? Hm .

Parents , family , yada yada . He wished they had bothered to call him back once , just once anytime they were away to check in on him , make sure he’s fine . He’s always fine , he’ll always be fine , what ELSE is there to be ? Not sad , he can’t be that it would worry everyone . Would it ? He wished his parents worried more . Called more , appreciated him more , cared about him more he doesn’t care if they love him or not anymore all he wanted was they’re stupid attention , not coming back every few months with a ton of pricey , dumb gifts to make up for lost time . Lost time they barley bother to recover because it’s all just gifts he never asked , never wanted once , and yet he never bothered to speak up about it . He felt tired . Hungry ? Bored ? He went over this already .

They loved him , but he has a feeling they at least love him for being a family member more then their son .

But he can’t help but wonder what they truly cared most for . Himself , or the fortune that was brought upon them .

.

. Caring . They were caring , his friends were so caring to him . He brang them up again . How many times has he did that ?

2 ?

It was 2 : 33 . No , he’s wrong , several minutes passed already . Several hours ? No , it’s still light out . He feels cold . Deathly cold . But the fans not on . Is it ? He doesn’t want to turn his head to check , he’s tired . He feels too under - stimulated . He wants to move , draw , run , jump , dance , but he can’t . He wants to . Will he ? He doesn’t care right now . Care ? If he asked that to anyone , everyone , how many answers will he receive . . Or how many will differ from the rest . Everyone has different feelings , different reactions , different expectations towards whatever . What would his friends say ? His parents ?

‘ tick ‘

.

.

What time was it again ?

[artemistorm]

Podfic of the fic Link, Chosen Hero of Dragons by @enjolras-out

Original Author's Summary:

When Sky, Hyrule and Four stumble upon an injured baby dragon in the wild, Sky isn’t sure why he’s so drawn to it, or why it seems to like him so much. But they can’t just leave it there…

[petercushingscheekbones]

Immortal, genderfluid, dramatic-goth, supernatural snake-boi's (gn) trying not to cry is something so personal

(one scene did considerably more emotional damage but they are both so pretty when they cry)

[thefandomcassandra]

Drafting the next arc of hallowed and took a break to sketch some art of ch9 and ch10

(Man I love drawing Maya looking haggard and upset, as is my wont.)

[arrowsnsarcasm]

Can't he only pull out the swords at, like, evil or something? I don't think they can harm you.

Unless you kick puppies for fun.

I don’t know, I’ve made some pretty huge mistakes…

[sapitties]

dreamnap part of an arranged marriage where sapnap had to leave his kingdom behind to move into dreams castle and while dream is excited because he's liked sapnap for so long sap is still unsure and uncomfortable in the new space which effects his feelings for dream not being able to process them yet and keeping his distance. despite it dream continues to send him gifts and love letters, trying his best to make him more comfortable by cooking saps local food and having his men bring down trinkets he's collected from his home town which works for the time but dream can still see that saps homes sick. so he makes the decision to have sapnaps personal knight tony be by his side again.

at first it was lovely to see his face light up, jumping into tonys arms with delight and start rambling about how much he missed him. sapnap also hugs dream tightly too, thank him with a kiss on the cheek even feeling comfortable enough to sleep in his bed that night. but the closeness doesn't last long when all he could talk about is tony about his skills as a night or how close they were since they were kids. the jealousy came gradually when it was them alone sapnap would gravitate towards dream but when tony entered the room sapnap would go to him. he understood that he was closer with tony but dream was his husband not tony and dream starts to feel helpless that his love for sapnap might not be enough if he can't loves him back

[loveyou3000mylove]

Masterlist

-Miguel

-Miles

-Hobie

-42!Miles

-Sneak peaks

Send request (open)

ATSV

Miguel

Loss of you

Miles

Burn for you

Wagwan, American boy

Hobie

Afraid

Wagwan, American boy

Roof fever

42!Miles

'Hear Me Out'

Sneak peaks

'Hear me out' miles42!

Wagwan, American boy Hobie x reader x Miles

Reck the bed Hobie

[tricksterlatte]

WIP GAME

Rules: Go to your current work in progress and share the following:

The first line of the work.

The first line of your current chapter (or if it’s a one-shot, the first line of the tenth paragraph).

The last line you wrote.

A line for a chapter/part you haven’t written yet.

Tag at least 3 people whose work you wanna see, and if you make a separate post for it, please link back to the original. Thank you @naometry for the open invite!

These are all from the rough draft of my WIP, The Spiral Staircase. Various TWs for discussion of mental health and depression.

The first line of the work.

No one else paid heed to the flash of beige on the train platform, to the faceless figure strolling past the car. Of course they didn’t. No one except Akira was still looking for him.

The first line of you current chapter.

Numb. Akira’s face felt numb. Seeing Akechi alive, perched on his old favorite stool in the cafe, and yelling at Morgana should have left Akira brimming with rage, or maybe jumping for joy. Instead, his soul was concerning levels of quiet.

There was simply no way this was real, is all.

The last line you wrote.

“I always felt like I was an empty shell until I came to Tokyo. Coming here filled me with life, and anger, and love for so many people I never thought I’d get to have. Going back home…it was like someone carved inside until I was hollow again. I don’t think I’ve been the same since. Just a cage of bones.”

A line for a chapter/part you haven’t written yet.

The truth of the matter was that gods weren’t real, no matter how much Akira strove to be one. Becoming this self-imposed Atlas had only led to his own misery and this depressing distance between him and the others, as everyone else had moved on without this cursed weight—and without a a shred of honesty from Akira, the others had no idea.

He was no infallible, benevolent god at all. He was a teenager brimming with resentment, self-loathing, and crippling loneliness, and the only things keeping him from jumping off this staircase were vestiges of a determined rival, the refusal to put Ann through a worst case scenario a second time, and the sushi in his grocery bag that he had promised Morgana.

He shook his head again, pushed himself back onto the platform, and clenched trembling hands. He had to go home, even if his house wasn’t home anymore. He had to go home.

And he had to get that damn song out of his before memories and regrets changed his mind.

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Tagging anyone with a WIP they feel up for sharing! Take this as your invitation to go wild!

[istherewifiinhell]

WOOOOOOO sons of the silent age babyyyyyy [i am missing Literally Most of it] [im gonna come back to this i need to cook my Brain]

Hysterical that the wistful shockin and ponderous ending to the comic is like. Happen. OKAY now the gang has to do some Eco Terrorism.....