#bam done too easy

[h1biscusgal]

The hypnagogic state : how to reach it.

The hypnagogic state is a state where we naturally go into before sleeping, a sweet spot moment before sleeping and still being awake, a state where it is so powerful to be able to shift, get in the void, or basically do anything.

Now it requires NOTHING, it only requires one small thing that might sound tricky.

Staying awake long enough for it to come by on it's own, and actually on average it takes 10-5 mins from each person to enter it aware.

The steps:

Lay flat on your back (not needed, but many results come from laying on the back)

Do. Not. Care, just go with what you usually do to fall asleep, but one thing? You're not falling asleep, you're watching your body fall asleep, that sweet spot where your body is about to fall asleep? That's hypnagogia

Actually don't move, it may give your mind signs you're still not sleeping, now just lay there and try not to sleep while focusing on the blackness behind your eyelids.

You will start seeing flashing images or swirly things or even just flashing lights and imagery, this is the hypnagogia and you managed to reach it in just 10 mins of pretending to be asleep (acc it takes me 4)

Bam, that's the sweet spot, now affirm slowly for the void, or just sense your surroundings for shifting or maybe you can try your shifting method here! This state cannot argue back, you'll be immediately shifting in no time, and slipping in the void is so easy from it.

So really the whole steps is just "lay down, don't move, watch your eyelids, color seen? Hypnagogia reached, method or void procedure done, bam."

I managed to find a post on Reddit on how to keep your body awake, you can try 2 or 3 of them to keep yourself entertained, FULL CREDITS TO THE ONE WHO POSTED IT ON REDDIT (calaie_iscoolio):

"1. Looking in the darkness behind your eyelids

Basically what it says, when you close your eyes, just focus on the darkness until hypnagogic imagery begins to happen i.e. colors, shapes, literally anything that will show. When images begin to show up, do not interact or acknowledge what you are seeing, you can look at it, but don't try to control it and just let the images flow until you feel that the state is induced enough to where it won't disappear because you are "too" awake/aware.

2. "Forearm Up" Method

Another technique that basically helps with people who tend to fall asleep to quickly, basically lay down on your back like usual, lift your hand up in the air where your elbow is resting on your mattress, keep it there and as it slowly falls down that's where you'll begin to fall asleep, it'll drop and basically awake you back up.

I had also seen a shifter mention that they prefer to lay on their stomach and lifting their foot up in the air and basically do the same thing. This technique basically just wakes you back up.

3. Thomas Edison Method

Very similar to the "Forearm Up" Method, basically what Edison had done was he had held a steel ball in his hand, and when he began to fall asleep, the ball will drop and alert Edison awake, another technique to help with people to struggle to stay awake.

4. Imagine Constant Motion

Basically imagining something whether that be an animal or an object constantly moving like a horse galloping, a dogs tail wagging side to side, etc. (Pretty simple, for people who find it much easier to visualize).

5. Tire your body through out the day

During the day, you could do any tasks that would just tire your body out that leads up to your attempt to induce the state, it'll make it much easier for you to get into the state and induce it since your body is already tired enough to relax.

6. Repeating "hypnagogia"

This will mean you have you just repeat the words "hypnagogia" to yourself till you get tired enough and then hypnagogic imagery will eventually appear.

7. Counting

Basically just like regular shifting methods, you could focus on counting up to how much you want to until you begin to get the hypnagogic hallucinations, to keep yourself from falling asleep you could give yourself simple math questions just so it's enough to focus to answer it.

8. Imagining Randomness

Imagine literally anything that isn't related at all, i.e. horse, roof, apple, pen, desk, etc. Visualize and filter through random objects or animals that have no correlation and that will induce the hypnagogic imagery, randomness is key.

9. Focus on breathing

Similar to any shifting method, basically focusing on your breaths is another technique to induce the state. Literally just anything to keep your awareness occupied rather than letting your mind just shut down to go to sleep.

10. Sounds

Listening to anything in your environment, whether that be things happening outside, if it's raining listen to the rain, or if you've got headphones on listen to the music and focus that, keep your focus on the music so you don't fall asleep.

11. "Playing" a song in your head

Not necessarily listening to the song, but imagining the song playing in your head, whether that be your favorite song, if you know how it sounds like, imagine it playing and once you've entered the state, it will naturally play and you'll end up actually hearing the song.

12. Heartbeat

Basically just focus on your heartbeat. Listen to the amount of beats.

These are all the various of techniques you could use, you don't have to stick to one and can basicaally try them out, see which one you feel like works for you and go from there. A tip is also you could pick like 4 or 5 out of these 12 and just filter through the techniques if you can't just stick to one since you get uninterested quickly. (I get bored easily, do I normally do 8, 9, 7 and 4 just so I don't lose interest.)"

Good luck y'all!

[kxsagi]

Hiiii, you don't have to do this but bllk men and fem reader, reader is trying to get the "a man" trend on tiktok to do with them. (I'll be glad if it's Sae and Rin in particular).. Still, of course, you don't have to❤️

“𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐚 𝐦𝐚-𝐞-𝐚-𝐚-𝐚𝐧”

a/n: tell me why i had to search up this trend 😭 (why am i surprised i never know any trends)

(dk art credits so sorry but BOOM SHAKALAKAAAA YES GAWD YES GAWD YES GAWDDD)

ft. itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, karasu tabito, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu

itoshi rin 

rin acts like it’s no big deal. he casually swings you on his shoulder with one arm, gripping your thigh like it’s second nature. the second the beat drops, he slowly flexes his free arm – expression deadpan, but you know he’s doing it on purpose. his bicep tenses, veins slightly visible, and he stares at the camera like he’s bored out of his mind. but when you squirm, flustered, he leans down with a low murmur by your ear: “stop moving. you’ll make me drop the flex.” oh, he’s smug as hell. 

shidou ryusei

shidou? oh, he’s MILKING it. he throws you on his shoulder with zero warning, grips your thigh tightly, and with the most cocky grin, he flexes his free arm as hard as he can. he’s lowkey making direct eye contact with the camera, smirking like he knows he’s hot shit. when you wiggle and playfully slap his shoulder, he only tightens his grip and flashes his teeth with a wild grin. “c’mon, babe. lemme have my moment.” and yeah, he’s absolutely doing another take. “wait, one more. i wasn’t flexing hard enough.”

itoshi sae

sae makes it look too easy. you’re sat on his shoulder like a scarf, and he barely even blinks. he lifts his free arm into a lazy stretch, then subtly bends it just enough to make his bicep pop. it’s so casual it almost seems unintentional, until you glance at him and catch that little glimmer of smugness in his eyes. when the video ends, he sets you down and coolly mutters, “felt kinda light, y’know?” but the way his hand casually squeezes your thigh before letting you go? yeah, he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

isagi yoichi

isagi seems all shy at first, hesitating before lifting you. “are you sure?” “are you calling me heavy?” “n-no!” and then BAM. he hoists you up effortlessly, one arm secure around your legs, the other arm flexed like a champ. his bicep is solid, and the way his muscles strain just slightly under the pressure? HELLO??? he’s all smiles and giggles, pretending to be embarrassed by the whole thing. but you catch the way he glances at the camera afterward, all boyish grin and sparkling eyes, clearly lowkey proud. 

bachira meguru

bachira absolutely sprints into frame, scooping you up in one fluid motion and tossing you onto his shoulder like a ragdoll as he flashes a cheeky grin at the camera. when the beat hits, he flashes a cocky flex, winking dramatically. he even makes kissy faces at his bicep, clearly having the time of his life. you’re laughing so hard you almost fall off, but he just tightens his grip and grins. “hold on tight, baby. gotta make sure they get the full view of my guns.” 

mikage reo

reo is posing for this trend like he’s on the cover of vogue. he throws you on his shoulder so effortlessly it’s unfair, one hand gripping your thigh possessively while the other flexes with precision. he slightly tilts his chin and angles the flex for maximum definition (yeah, he knows his angles). post-video, he smirks at you, voice low, “did you get my best side?” oh, and he definitely makes you redo it three times just to get the perfect shot. 

nagi seishiro

nagi picks you up like it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done. he barely blinks, one arm slung around your legs, the other loosely flexing. but despite how nonchalant he looks, his bicep is defined as hell. veins subtly trace along his forearm as he effortlessly holds you in place, barely exerting any effort. “mmm… comfy?” he mumbles, stifling a yawn, still casually shredded despite being half-asleep. and yeah, he definitely carries you around for a good five minutes afterward, claiming he’s “too tired” to put you down. 

karasu tabito

karasu is so obnoxious with it. he literally slaps his bicep before the lift, looking directly into the camera with a cocky grin. “a man?” he deadpans, before scooping you up with one arm and holding you there like you’re a duffel bag. he flexes hard, making sure his bicep looks huge, and then, just because he’s a show-off, he does a few squats with you still draped over his shoulder. “might as well just start my workout for the day.” you’re yelling at him to stop, but he’s having the time of his life. 

otoya eita

otoya swings you over his shoulder with one smooth motion, hand gripping your thigh just a little too firmly. when the beat drops, he smirks at the camera and slowly flexes, rolling his shoulders slightly so the veins on his bicep stand out. he glances at you mid-flex, brows raised. “you good up there, baby?” and when you squeak at how high up you are, he smirks even wider. afterward, he sets you down, eyes glinting. “what, you nervous? you can hold onto me anytime, y’know.” 

yukimiya kenyu

yukimiya is all smiles and soft eyes as he picks you up, murmuring, “careful, now,” like he’s worried you might fall, even though he’s holding you so securely you might as well be glued to him. when the beat hits, he flashes a surprisingly solid flex, bicep firm and taut, veins subtly tracing along his forearm. he doesn’t smirk or show off, just smiles softly at you, his flex looking effortless. post-video, he presses a kiss to your temple and murmurs, “you okay, baby?” as if he didn’t just lowkey manhandle you like a pro. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[oddlylovingaddiction]

HOW YOU MET YOUR HUSBAND (Multi-hero short blurbs!)

Short little spin offs / ideas of this fic because I’m working on two and a half long fics which include the second part of coming full circle and it’s lowkey painful 💔💔💔

Warning!! Slightly suggestive but not graphic, mentions of alcohol and stalking briefly.

Miguel o’hara x gn!reader + Conner (Kon-el) Kent x gn!reader

Miguel O’ Hara

— This one is so easy you totally met him at some coffee shop, he accidentally bumped into you and spilled your favourite drink on your favourite outfit. This guy listen after losing his family he’s definitely a bit of an asshole.

— Now listen, you’re rich from daddy Bruce’s allowance and normally you wouldn’t give a fuck. Get it dry cleaned washed bam good as new but this mf (Miguel) goes “make sure to watch where you’re going.” Which pisses you off. And you were already having a bad enough day as is because you were late to one of your many therapy appointments.

Then you decide to pull a stupid stunt. As he’s walking away you run directly into him, making sure to spill the remainder of your drink alllllll down his back and pants.

Now it’s his turn to be pissed.

— “Did… you just do that deliberately?” He ask his face souring as you smirk. “Sorry, but make sure to watch where you’re going.” You repeat back snarky.

You both proceeded to argue in the coffee shop over who was right. You eventually got him to admit he was wrong after about 30 minutes to which he apologized for it. You would’ve told him to pay for the dry cleaning for forgiveness however you doubt he could afford to pay for it, so instead he offered to help you do any psychical labour. You happily took that offer since you just moved into your knew apartment and needed help assembling your bed frame.

— same day he didn’t just assemble your bed, he helped test it out too after you teased him just a bit too much. 🤭

— although your relationship started off, he’s not a one and done guy he’s COMMITTED. After that experience he’ll get your number and take you regularly on dates until finally asking you to be his.

— as your relationship progresses he definitely becomes more relaxed and smiles more, he’s definitely sarcastic as hell but never in a mean way that would make you upset. He’s also DEFINITELY a guy whose love language is touch. Like he has to be touching your shoulder, your face your back anywhere he can make sure you’re a 100% still there and real.

— I think he would also be semi-quick to propose to you since he genuinely can’t imagine you not being in his future. Like this guy has a ring picked out month into dating officially.

Conner (Kon-El) Kent

— Totalllyyyy met this guy at a party or club and you were introduced my a mutual friend, you guys hit it off right away and went to his that same night

— Unlike Miguel it would probably be a one time thing in his eyes. However fate always brings you back to each other.

Book store? You’re both there. Movie Theater? You’re Both there. It actually gets to the point after the 8th time Conner pulls you aside and asks if you’re stalking him because the dick was that good.

— You’re pissed he’s just accusing you when in your eyes HE’S stalking YOU. You proceed to tell him it was even that good (you’re lying) and that really he’s only good for a drunken mistake (you were both sober)

— Let’s just say he’s pissed. And this man has an EGO, so he says “Oh yeah? I’ll prove you wrong.”

— And that’s how you two started dating. For the first phew dates it’s a battle of the wills until you both get to know each other and realize you weren’t stalking each other you guys just have a lot in common. Everything became more relaxed after that.

— Not a guy who quickly labels things HOWEVER he definitely doesn’t have anyone else. You know this because he just comes over all the time. It’s like he moved himself in. One time you came back home to your apartment late and he was sat outside just waiting for you to let him.

— he never asks you to be his he just proposes to you. Genuinely.

— It was an evening on a random Sunday and you both just finished fooling around. And this man pops out with your dream ring.

“Meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to me and I think the next best thing if you we spent the rest of our lives together.”

It was such a random thing but you could tell he was serious even though he was smiling like a giddy lunatic.

Fortunately for you he was your giddy lunatic for the rest of your life.

[ckret2]

Does Bill Cipher actually has any morals he goes by? I re-read your Human Bill Cipher AU Fanfiction - cause it's a hecking masterpiece and I LOVEEE it - and when he and Mabel were planning his escape and fake his death Bill said Mabel had too many morals... So it made me wonder do you think he has any either Canonly or in your universe? 💛

I think he does, canonly. They're not very nuanced or very consistent morals, but he does have them.

In The Book of Bill, one of the most striking scenes was when he taught the Puritan women witchcraft to fight back against their ludicrously oppressive husbands—because he didn't get anything out of it. He didn't try to use the women to further his goals, he had no particular beef with the Puritans beyond simply observing them and disliking them: he just objected to what was going on (on the grounds that it was boring, but I don't think that's the whole story), so he taught 'em some magic, gave 'em some boxed wine, and had a girls' night burning men at the stake for funsies.

And that was it. Then he left.

When he discusses his glory years in the Nightmare Realm, one of the first things he says is "I freed prisoners from bondage, mental patients from asylums, and dollars from bank vaults." That last bit is obv just robbery, but the first couple? Releasing people from captivity.

He says the Henchmaniacs discovered 8-Ball chained up in a prisoner pit—and bam, then 8-Ball was in Bill's gang. He made a deal to free Gideon from prison—and he may or may not have directly caused that to happen, but he didn't not cause it to happen.

The very first canonical crumb of intel we got about Bill's backstory was that he "liberated" his dimension. Whether or not that's what he actually did, I believe wholeheartedly that it was either what he tried to do or wished he'd done.

We know Bill's been held captive multiple times (bare minimum: whatever he did to get his mug shot taken as seen on Time Baby's announcement; his arrest after his O'Sadley's bender; getting trapped in an orb by a wizard; a couple hours in the US Military's hands; and, of course, Theraprism). He says after his O'Sadley's arrest, "I don't care for captivity" (quite understated, since we know that as he said those words he was hiding the fact that he was metaphorically gnawing at the bars of his cage in Theraprism) and "Those six hours felt like an eternity." One of his former victims wishes "therapy" on him because "it would drive him insane"—and considering that this victim was currently indefinitely involuntarily committed, I doubt he was talking about cursing Bill with once-a-month outpatient sessions.

Bill hates captivity, more than anything else. And more than that: Bill hates seeing OTHER PEOPLE in captivity.

If he sees an abused housewife, he goes "girl, you should literally murder him, and I'll help." On thorny ethical & political issues like "when is incarceration justifiable for punishment and/or the public good?" his answer is "never under any circumstances, blow up the prison." Or on "when is it morally justifiable to deprive a mentally unwell person of their freedom for their own and others' safety?" his answer is "never under any circumstances, blow up the mental hospital."

He talks a lot about hating rules, law, and order of all kinds ("why should cause precede effect? who voted on the laws of gravity?" "You have primal needs for chaos that are being repressed!") and it would be easy to write that off as him just inventing a political position that gives himself an "I can do whatever I want" card—except, he stands by those words. He goes out of his way to liberate people for no personal benefit.

But this is where the "not very consistent morals" part kicks in. Because, like,, he's got no problem with keeping an entire town captive in his petrified throne.

Sure, when Gideon betrays the town, Bill's happy to spring him out of real adult prison—but when Gideon betrays Bill, Bill's just as happy to stick him in a tiny cage to do cute dances for all eternity.

How dare the Pilgrims form a high-control cult that bans thought and imagination—but Bill can form a high-control cult that cuts off an entire town from news of the outside world, to the extent that he won't even let them travel for medical emergencies, and it's just peachy, he's doing them a favor really!

If Bill is the one who's been wronged, it's perfectly fine for him to crush people in an iron grip, because what he wants is more important than what those other terrible people wanted—because those other terrible people are oppressors, and Bill is a liberator!

Bill always makes exceptions for himself.

But, all the same—off-kilter and inconsistent though they may be, he does have some moral beliefs, and he can be outraged into action by what he perceives as moral injustices.

[bonefall]

Update + Reply Bundle

Heyo all, it's been a while with some radio static and I've got a bundle of bits to reply to here!

If you're wondering where I've been, it's actually that things got MEGA busy on my end. Between the new year, a small promotion at work, getting a license to operate an X-ray machine for extremities (i have no idea how this happened man i have an applied science degree in dead people), learning some Java, and making travel plans to visit my partner overseas, it's been hectic but good.

But I ain't gonna pay it no mind, because every 6 months in queensland a man is torn apart by a crocodile the Warrior Cats never stops. I have also been passively ruminating on the Family Tree and keeping up with checking the inbox. Before I get to ShadowClan and the Glitch Warriors, I'll tackle all the other things.

SO reply time;

Changing Skies Reactions (On Moonpaw's sister being stillborn, the ShellFern cheating situation, etc)

The Flipclaw/Myrtlebloom Family Tree Fix plumthrift is soooo back

Other Fun Stuff (Which character should be allowed to say fuck. Names I'd like to use in other Clans.)

(NOTE; not addressing anything submitted about BB!ASC just yet, I want to put all my plans together first)

CHANGING SKIES REACTIONS

My honest feeling is that they don't know what a chimera is, BUT, I'm actually glad about that.

I would 100% rather they go with having her be possessed by a dead stillborn rather than them making her rare, ultimately harmless genetic quirk "the reason" why she's haunted. The stillborn haunting is the sort of concept I've come to accept in the setting (though I do have my critiques and reservations about another Evil Voice plotline, especially given the shitshow that was Splashstar in the last book of ASC), but there are DEEP layers to how messed up the implication of "zygote souls" would be.

Others have been joining into the convo in the meanwhile, tho. In essence, I agree with @mothdapple's thoughts on the subject. I hope the voice isn't wholly evil, and I hope that the haunting doesn't stem from her chimerism.

I'm betting that she gets a weird shipping moment with one of her cousins tbh. Especially if she survives this arc and doesn't become a medcat. You just know they'll open up the next arc with her and Sunkit being mates with 400 babies if you ship her with a girl too hard lmaooo

@dawn-sunlight

MANNNNN. You CANNOT convince me that I'm not correct about this at this point. The first 4 times it might have been coincidence, but they seem to have pinpoint accuracy for sinking popular LGBT headcanons and hetconning straight romance into old material.

That's Riverstar, Blossomfall, Ivypool, Leopardstar, Onestar (they replaced a firestar scene man), and now Thriftear and Flipclaw in one fell swoop?

Not to mention how everyone was joking around about "Old Woman Yuri" with Tawnypelt and Leafstar and then BAM, Sudden Crowfeather.

Like idk. Watch Barley get a super edition called Barley's Boo where it's revealed he once fell in love with a beautiful BloodClan she-cat who he had to leave behind, until it's revealed she's in WarriorClan now, so he leaves the barn to get her pregnant before dying. And also she's his first cousin.

That's a joke but if Apollo hits me with the dodgeball I hope he kills me in 1 hit

THE FLIPCLAW/MYRTLEBLOOM FAMILY TREE FIX

thank god. This is actually an extremely easy fix for me, now. All the pre-emptive cleaning I've done for the BB!ThunderClan family tree has paid off.

I Don't Rewrite Arcs Until They're Done, BUT, I have discussed the previous options at length before and how I intend to fix it. If you're reading along but need to catch up on the convo and context, follow these links in order,

Summary and Intro: BB!ThunderClan and the Propositions (ShellFern, StormCherry, FlipBay, or PlumThrift)

Anon ShellFern argument

Anon StormCherry argument

Hypokit Moonpaw Designs for All Four Options

Phantom of the Opera FlipBay Moonpaw

StormCherry Voter who changed their mind for FlipBay or PlumThrift

All caught up? Nice.

PlumThrift is sooooo back. It's basically what they've shown in the first book of CS. Soccer moms and their weird ass kid who they're desperately pushing to be an overachiever LET'S GOO. The most likely thing that will happen is that Moonpaw is a PlumThrift kitten-- unless something big changes.

(Though I am a little bit saddened that I can't do the cool Phantom of the Opera mask thing which came from Bayshine... unless Moon was honor sired, of course. Or maybe adopted. Hmm...)

For Oakkit, Sunkit, and Hazelkit though, I'm leaning towards what anon mentioned. Their canon parents are Myrtlebloom/Flipclaw, so it would be very easy for me to change to FlipBay because of my pre-emptive fixes. It'll match canon, and I have also grown fond of the idea of the two silly dads.

(plus then it's extra easy to have Moonpaw come from the first surrogated litter which was for PlumThrift to raise, and the second litter is for FlipBay. Biologically full siblings, socially cousins.)

That said, there's still a small chance they get shuffled over to ShellFern. Or, more radically, I might end up sending them over to StormCherry. If that doesn't happen though, don't worry, I'm still keeping Honeyfur and Leafshade in my back pocket in case there's no other opportunities to give them kids.

I will say this for certain though-- PlumThrift BB!Moonpaw would never have full siblings. She will be the only child they ever raise. If the canon parents ever have another litter, they would immediately get shuffled to FlipBay or someone else.

Sunbeam's kittens are, of course, Finchlight's. im punting that other thing into RiverClan. GIT.

OTHER FUN STUFF

I do actually want more mushroom names broadly, because sapient cats would actually be REALLY interested in fungi. I'd even say they'd be more interested in them than flowers. A lot of edible fungi have a chemical compound that makes them smell and taste like meat, so imo, they should be kind of like natural snacks or treats you can find while out and about.

Kinda like how humans have fruit, a culture of cats would have mushrooms. I plan on researching and writing a VERY elaborate mushroom guide at some point explaining this all in-depth (which I will be going thru my little "rolladex" of artists to illustrate it, when it's time), so I don't want to dive into the details just yet.

But in terms of names...

Something I wish I'd been able to do more of is weird, hard-to-translate prefixes. Scents that humans overlook, more time-related names about seasons or crepuscular events, categories of birds and invertebrates, etc.

Petricorfur, Prey-scent-tail, Arionbelly (a particularly large slug for eating), Rascalheart (a particularly feisty bit of prey that gives you a good chase), Thermalhawk (a thermal is a rising wind that allows birds of prey to soar more easily) etc.

If I was going back and scrounging up Glitch Warriors for other Clans, or just generally shaking up the prefixes, I would add names with these "themes" into each Clan;

Thunder: Sweet things and more wood-related terms Nectar, Drupe, Sap, Pith, Grain, bark textures like Fissure, Scale, Tessel.

River: More aquatic animal terms, poetic imagery, and "beautiful" things Caddis, Cray, Salmon, Roe, Mussel, Pearl, Dazzle, Twirl, Dance, Sway, Mirror (for the state of water when it's absolutely calm).

Wind: Sounds, events around the time of birth Bellow, Hiss, Roar, Crackle, Swale (if born around the time of a muirburn), Journey (if born out of camp), Drowsy (for a long birth)

Shadow: Mushrooms, wetland terms, fermentation effects, names that might otherwise sound like insults to other Clans Cake, Candle, Jelly, Parasol, Elf, Sphagnum, Gas, Drake (male duck), Muck, Peat, Bog, Fizzle, Bubble, Rot, Blight, Gnat, etc.

Sky: Cars and Suburban Terms Truck, Bike, Cycle, Wheel, Asphalt, Lawn, Fence, Board, Shingle, etc.

I also really want to put Vetch in someplace. It's a pretty normal and common kind of flower, I just think the name is neat.

@angelinelitalady

Firestar's Quest Chapter 5: "ARE YOU TELLING ME SKYCLAN HAD TO LEAVE BECAUSE THERE WEREN'T ENOUGH FUCKING TREES????"

Canon? I will never not answer Bumble, you're going to have to give me two guns to ask this kind of question because there isn't a version of me in any nearby timelines that would say anyone except Bumble. It should be a rocket launcher, actually. We need to give her the nuclear codes. In BB I'd give it to Spotty. It would be REALLY funny. 25% of the story is preventing the rise of TigerClan and the other 75% of the story is taking the gun away from her.

HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR ALSO! IT'S SNAKE TIME BABEYYYY

@magewolf-the-artist

Do it! Go ahead! I can put it over in the Fan-Fanart post if you'd like. I should really make a section there for written art, too.

Everything about BB and everything WC-related I put on this blog is open source, from Clanmew, to plot threads, to Clan Culture, etc. PLEASE reference what you'd like if you're inspired by anything you see here!

The only thing I ask is that you keep that spirit of mutual collaboration alive. If you add onto Clanmew, allow others to reference it too. Talk about your thought processes. Encourage people to be inspired by what you did and make versions of their own. That's the beauty of fandom.

My end-game goal is for BB to result in a "skeleton" of chapter-by-chapter notes, the sort of thing you would hand to a ghost writer, so that it's essentially bones that anyone could take and write out themselves. This will take a looooong time because it's more about me having fun along the way, so if you want to write something, go ahead!

Never, never worry about "getting something wrong." You can change things, you can grow as a writer with time, wisdom, and practice. The worst piece of art is a piece that is never made.

[bluespace-writer]

I had this idea and I NEED to get it out

Ofc feel free to ignore this tho

Sniper x gn other team reader who seems to always figure out where he is. It's like they have this weird spidey sense type thing. Like, they'll look directly into his scope or fire a warning shot next to him when he hasn't seen them yet.

Maybe they've even sniped him once with like a handgun or something cuz he pissed them off

Like I can imagine how much of a loop it would throw him through

Also, if he could be a pining loser, that would be great

Ooh also what if he also noticed how they're particularly brutal with the rest of his team but not him (examples above) because they have a soft spot for / crush on him too

[I can't express how MUCH I love this idea! Thank you for this ask it was fun to write it! Have fun reading!]

Warning shots

◇ TF2 Sniper x GN!Reader [crush]

Badlands, where setting sun gives you third degree burns and gravel is treated like gold, a place where lays control point, ready to be taken over by one of the two teams, and belive when I say, it is no easy thing to do. The point was active for some time now, but no one on the teams managed to get it before they were shot down, dying in their own pool of blood and coming back to life, trying all over again.

Meanwhile Sniper was on his was to changes places to confuse his opponents, firing from high place, his scope scanning the corners and waiting for some idiot to take a peek and find themselves with a bullet in their skull.

Another warning shoot. This time bullet made a hole in his hat. Bugger. How?? He just got here! He didn't even fired his weapon! What kind of six sense bullshit is this! Alright, alright... there is no time to think about it, he has a job that needs to be done. Again, he decided to change his position, walking to the comple opposite side of the war zone.

"Steady... Steady..." Sniper mumbled to himself while aiming at the enemy Heavy's head. Then BAM, bullet hit, creating hole in wooden plank next to his head. Sniper moved away from the window, completely caught off guard. He was sure it was a good spot and none one will be able to find him this quickly ! No matter. He decided to change his position, it was not a good idea to try to shoot again from the same spot when someone knew he was there. He passed Engineer's nest and found for himself better spot to try again. He aimed carefully, grinned when dot from his scope pointed on Medic's head and-...

Bang!

He found much better spot this time, far away from the control point but close enough for him to land every shoot. Finally, he can continue his job without any surprises. Sniper looked through his scope and noticed- You. He was ready to pull the trigger when suddenly you turned your head to the left and looked directly at him. Sniper felt weird tingle on his neck. Did...Did you noticed him? No... it's impossible, he is too far away! But there you were, staring directly into his scope, completely aware of his current position. Were you the one who knew where he had always been? His eyebrows knit together, as he was aiming at your head, but you were quicker and pullet trigger on your handgun, shooting Sniper right into the shoulder three times.

Sniper did the only reasonable thing, which was running away to find the closests med kit. As he was runing he thought about....this. This weird treatment you were giving him. Besides Pyro and Solider you are one of the most violent mercenary on your team, always finishing your targets in the most brutal and extreme way possible, and yet you, of all people, were giving him warning shoots! Twice ! It was....strange...

This situation for you two was a tradition at this point. Whenever Sniper was trying to shoot someone down, you were there to send your bullet ricochet next to him, suddenly shout "Sniper ahead!!" and let rest of your team know he is watching. Or you'll turn around and stare at him as if you were saying "I always know where you are."

It annoyed him. His ego was damaged now, because of you and your stupid abnormal senses. Only times he could get a kill at this point was when you were respawning or when enemy Spy failed to backstab him. Was he even allowed to call himself a professional now?? You were now his biggest priority on the battlefield, he was constantly waiting for you to show up just to land a shoot on you. Not even to kill you, even a simple bruse was enough for him. It trapped him into a tunel vision that resulted in him dying several times to the rest of your team.

Well.

Sniper was aiming at respawn machine, waiting for you to come out. He didn't even hear footsteps creeping up behind him. He only realized someone was behind him when he was pulled by the shoulder, and pinned against the wall by- you!

How-

When-

Looks like Sniper forgot that this respawn had two exits. You were holding him for...quite a while not. Both of you stared at each other, not moving an inch.

...

...

...

...

This was akward.

....what the bloody hell was that?!

Sniper felt sweat on his eyebrows and how his face is getting warmer from the embarrassed. You smirked before letting him go and you-

Just-

Walked away...

He should be dead! But you just decided to spare him? Why??? And that look on your face... He always saw you stare at him, but only now he saw your eyes up close...they looked... surprisingly pleasant to look at.

Now you're stuck in his head. Constantly teasing each other with shots and looks. Sniper felt better, knowing he wouldn't be butchered by you like the rest of his team. Was he this special? Were you...special to him? Each thought about you made his cheeks shine in pink and clouded mind with this weird soft feeling. But don't think only he did! Ha! Come on, it was obvious you have soft spot for this Australian man. It was not hard to miss when you shredded enemy team like nothing, and only Sniper was able to somehow "Get away" or just "Suddenly disappeared". The tingling, almost spider like sense made you detect him like on radar, which was the reason why you found it so hard to not think about him.

You two found a reeallllly interesting way to flirt with each other heh.

[wchswift]

pairing: eddie alden x f!reader

summary: you ask your boyfriend eddie to braid your hair. anon reqs: congratulations to the 125 followers! 🌺could i request eddie alden with the prompt: “could you help me [curl, straighten, braid, etc.] my hair?”

word count: 977

content: fluff, humor, established relationship, flirty

note: thank you sm anon!! sorry for accidentally deleting your request from my inbox, hope you see this <3 this is part of my 125 followers celebration! Join the celebration too!

── english isn't my first language :)

mdni 𖤐 18+

You huffed in frustration, staring at your reflection in the small mirror propped up on Eddie’s dresser. You and Eddie had arranged to go out tonight, like a date, something more romantic and intimate to spend time together.

The night out was supposed to be fun—a few drinks, some dancing, and a good night together after returning to the apartment. Maybe you’d even tease him a little if he got jealous of a guy looking at you. Lately, you and Eddie hadn’t been able to enjoy a good time outside of just the two of you, so you decided to dress up more than usual and even braid your hair—something different from your typical loose, wavy style

Behind you, Eddie lay sprawled out on the bed, one arm tucked under his head, watching your struggle with a lazy smirk.

“You know, I’m pretty sure you’ve been fighting with that thing longer than it’ll actually take us to get to the bar,” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

You shot him a glare through the mirror. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you suddenly become a hair expert?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged, grinning. “I mean, how hard can it be? Twist a little, loop a little, tie it up—bam. Done.”

A beat passed before you turned, eyes narrowing, analyzing him. “Think you could do better?”

Eddie raised a brow. “Are you seriously asking me to do your hair?”

“Yes,” you deadpanned, grabbing the brush and tossing it at him. He caught it with surprising ease. “Come on, babe... Seriously, could you please help me braid my hair?" you softly asked, pouting.

Eddie let out a dramatic sigh but swung his legs off the bed, patting the space between them. “Alright, sweetheart. Sit your pretty self down."

Rolling your eyes but secretly loving how easy this all was with him, you settled between his legs on the floor. His knees brushed your sides as he gathered your hair in his hands, fingers skimming the back of your neck in a way that made you shiver. He paused. “You okay?”

You scoffed. “It’s just… your hands are cold.”

“Uh-huh,” he hummed, smug as ever. “Thought maybe I had some kinda effect on you.”

You huffed a laugh. “Eddie, just focus.”

“Bossy,” he murmured, but there was warmth in his voice. “So… what exactly am I doing?” he asked, amusement still thick in his tone.

“A simple braid,” you said, “and don’t pull too hard, or I swear to God, Eddie—”

“I know, I know,” he chuckled. "Relax, baby, I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gentle, huh?" he teased, and you just rolled your eyes.

His fingers threaded through your hair, working with more patience than you expected. You could feel him frowning slightly in concentration, his movements gentle, if a little unpracticed. Every now and then, he’d brush too close to your ear, or tilt your head slightly to the side, muttering, "Stay still, baby," like he was the one doing you a favor.

At one point, he clicked his tongue. “I should start charging for this.”

You snorted. “Yeah? What’s the price?”

Eddie leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your skin. “One kiss per braid.”

You grinned. “So if I ask for two?”

“Then I’m a very well-paid man,” he said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

A soft chuckle left your lips, and for a moment, you let yourself just be in this—his hands in your hair, the quiet hum of a song playing from the radio, the warmth of his presence behind you.

“You smell nice,” he murmured absentmindedly.

You let out an amused huff, but a smile crept onto your lips. “You’re just saying that to distract me from whatever disaster you’re creating back there.”

“Mm, maybe,” he admitted, his tone teasing. He remained silent for a few seconds before he sat back with a satisfied noise. “Done.”

You reached back, fingers brushing over a surprisingly neat braid. Turning in his lap, you gave him an impressed look. “Okay, where the hell did you learn that?”

Eddie shrugged, smirking. “You pick up a thing or two when you’ve spent years charming women.”

You raised your eyebrows playfully. "Is that so, Alden? Hum, I was gonna kiss you for your services, but I don’t know now…” You stated, turning back toward the mirror.

Eddie wrapped his strong arms around your waist from behind, pressing his chin to your shoulder. “Oh, c’mon, don’t get jealous.”

He let out an exaggerated gasp. “Don't be like that, baby. No tip? After all my hard work?”

You playfully jabbed him in the side, a teasing smile stretched across your face. “I don’t know if you deserve it...”

He just chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss against your shoulder. “Aw, baby, not even one?” he pleaded, his breath warm against your skin.

You pretended to think about it before turning to face him fully. “Fine. One.”

His grin was immediate. “I’ll take it.”

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It was meant to be quick, but Eddie had other ideas—his fingers slid to your jaw, keeping you there just a second longer, deepening it just enough to leave you a little breathless.

When you pulled back, his smirk was nothing short of triumphant. “Guess that means I’m on permanent hair duty now, huh?”

You laughed, flicking his forehead. “Don’t push it, Alden.”

He grinned, reaching for his jacket. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let me spoil you.”

As you stood, adjusting your outfit, you caught him glancing at your braid with something almost proud in his expression. And, okay—maybe you would let him do it again sometime.

Maybe.

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[jade-bright]

I just thought of this, and it was too funny for me not to share XD

For whatever reason, Arthur's back, and him and Merlin meet Derek and Stiles

Arthur: ...

Derek: ...

Arthur: Does Stiles have magic?

Derek: ...we're not really sure

Arthur, skeptical: And yet you allow him to join you and the rest of you in fighting people and creatures that are much stronger than him?

Derek, raised eyebrow: You let Merlin come with you and with no weapons or armor

Arthur, slightly grimacing: He knew not to get in the middle of any battles and I made sure to protect him, but he had magic, so he wasn't completely defenseless

Derek: Yeah, well, neither is Stiles

Derek: And if he's right, which he usually is, he'll prove it to you when we have to, most likely, fight whatever it is the two of you brought with you

Arthur: What?

-

Stiles: Sooo, you're kinda just me if I was the one who had to keep what I was a secret instead of the Were's

Merlin: Really? Do you not have some ability you need to keep hidden?

Stiles: The only magical thing I've done myself was with mountain ash, and I probably just seemed crazy or high to anyone who saw me using the stuff

Merlin: Oh yeah, I get that, *laughs* I was practically seen as the biggest fool back then, and I had to just keep making myself seem like such an idiot in order to use magic and save the kingdom, my friends, and of course, Arthur

Stiles: Heh yeah, but hey, it's definitely proven to be an advantage for me, the people that we end up fighting always think because I'm just human, I'm an easy target

Stiles: And then bam! I get them when they least expect it, save my friends and we save the day until the next time things go to hell, which I'm pretty sure will be soon

Merlin, deadpanned: can't wait

-

After fighting whatever big bad popped up

Arthur: *In shock*

Merlin: Close your mouth or you'll catch flies, my lord

Arthur: How in the world did he defeat it? He's actually just human!

Merlin: Oh please, it's hardly that different from when I would take care of something and you didn't know I had magic yet

Arthur: Yes, except he doesn't have magic, Merlin!

Derek, coming up to Stiles: Are you okay? How do you feel? *checks Stiles for injuries*

Stiles, lets himself be checked: I'm okay, on a scale of 'when you push me up against a wall' and 'swimming in a pool for hours meanwhile holding you up,' this is less than 'getting beat up in the Argent's basement'

Derek: *sighs, pulls Stiles in to hold him against him, cups the side of his face and takes his pain* Is the first aid in your jeep stocked?

Stiles: *sags into Derek and leans into his hand* Yup, and I'm feeling close to crashing, so give me my post-fight kiss and lets go

Derek: *amused, huffs but does lean in to give Stiles a slow kiss*

Arthur and Merlin, no longer arguing: *stunned, didn't know they were together*

*Derek still kissing Stiles, bends down a bit to hold the back of Stiles thighs and lifts him up. When the kiss ends a few seconds later, Stiles just rests his head on Derek's shoulder and Derek carries him toward the jeep*

Arthur and Merlin: ...

Arthur: *remembering all his fantasies of wanting to do something similar with Merlin, starts to turn red*

Merlin: *thinking about Stiles earlier comparison of each other, also turns red*

(oop, accidently thru in some merthur pinning at the end there, my bad :] lowkey, this could be a oneshot I write after my finals)

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: More Than a Joke

Rating: General

Pairing: Dominique Darius x Reader

Fandom: USC Women’s Basketball

Word Count: 2k+

Summary: is it fake or real, who knows

🏷️: @yailtsv

Transferring from the University of South Carolina to the University of Southern California was a leap of faith. I had built something solid with my old team, but USC called to me—a fresh start, new teammates, and a new challenge.

Walking into the practice gym for the first time, I inhaled deeply, the familiar scent of polished wood and faint sweat filling my lungs. I adjusted my practice jersey, scanning the court where my new teammates were already warming up.

Before I could take a step, something—or rather, someone—collided into me hard.

BAM!

I stumbled back, barely keeping my balance.

“Damn, my bad—”

Looking up, I found myself face-to-face with a tall, athletic woman with a mischievous smirk. Dominique Darius.

“No, that’s on me,” I said quickly, rubbing my shoulder.

“Nah, it’s definitely on you,” she shot back, nudging my arm. “Didn’t they tell you? I run this court.”

I let out a laugh, immediately feeling at ease. “Oh, word? Guess I gotta earn my spot then.”

Domi grinned. “Stick with me today. I’ll make sure you survive.”

And she did. Through every drill, every scrimmage, and even post-practice stretches, she stayed close, guiding me through USC’s systems and making sure I didn’t feel like an outsider.

By the time practice ended, I already felt like I belonged.

Domi and I clicked instantly. We spent so much time together that it became a running joke among the team. If one of us wasn’t in the gym, the other wasn’t far behind. If Domi had a late-night editing session for her vlog, I was sitting right next to her, tossing popcorn at her head.

Then the teasing started.

“Y’all together or something?” JuJu smirked as Domi and I walked into the locker room, side by side as usual.

“She’s literally my girlfriend,” Domi shot back effortlessly, throwing an arm over my shoulder.

The room erupted in laughter.

“Wait, is that official? Should we start shipping y’all?” Kiki asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Absolutely,” I deadpanned. “Domi’s been begging me to make it official.”

“BEGGING?” Domi gasped dramatically, pushing me away. “You are so delusional.”

AG, Viv, and Brook cackled from across the room, eating it all up.

At that moment, the inside joke was born.

From that day on, we leaned into it. Holding hands at team dinners? Done. Calling each other “babe” in front of coaches? Too easy. The fans quickly caught on, making compilations of every flirtatious moment caught in USC’s media coverage.

It was hilarious. And, if I was being honest, I kind of loved it.

Domi’s YouTube channel was thriving, and it wasn’t long before she roped me into it.

“Alright, [Y/N], you ready?” she asked one day, flipping the camera around to face me.

“Wait, wait—” I held up my hands, hesitant. “I don’t do cameras.”

“You do now,” she grinned, shoving it into my hands. “This is your segment.”

“My what?”

Before I could protest, she walked away, leaving me to stare at the lens.

“Uh… okay, hey guys,” I sighed, adjusting the angle. “It’s [Y/N], your favorite person on this channel. I’m here to tell you all the ways Domi is actually the worst girlfriend in history.”

From then on, Domi dedicated 10-15 minutes of every vlog to me. Whether I was messing with her, ranting about practice, or just sitting there eating snacks while side-eyeing her edits, it became a fan-favorite segment.

And, without fail, I ended every single one the same way:

“Alright, y’all, that’s all for my section. Love you, Domi. Best girlfriend ever.”

Domi always groaned, but I could tell she secretly loved it.

A full year of our “fake dating” passed in the blink of an eye.

The joke had gotten so big that fans made ship names. Our teammates still teased us relentlessly. We even had inside jokes that felt too real sometimes.

But nothing prepared me for what Domi had planned on the one-year anniversary of the joke.

“Come over tonight,” she said casually after practice. “I wanna show you something for my next vlog.”

I agreed, not thinking much of it.

Later that evening, I arrived at her place, sinking into the couch as she set up her laptop. The screen brightened, and a video file appeared.

The second she hit play, my own voice filled the room:

“Hey guys, it’s [Y/N], your favorite person on this channel…”

I frowned.

The video was a compilation.

Clips of my segments over the past year played in order, showing how the joke had evolved. My initial awkwardness, my growing confidence in front of the camera, the way I’d casually lean into Domi while talking…

Then, the pattern I hadn’t even noticed—

Every time I said, “Love you, Domi. Best girlfriend ever.”

The video cut to a reaction clip of Domi smiling, laughing, or secretly blushing.

My stomach flipped.

Then, the final clip.

A new one.

Domi, looking directly into the camera.

“One year ago, we started this as a joke. But somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like one.” She exhaled, rubbing the back of her neck. “The truth is… you’ve been my favorite part of every vlog. And my favorite part of USC. And, if you’ll let me, I’d like you to be my favorite part of everything else too.”

The screen faded to black, and bold white words appeared:

“[Y/N], will you be my girlfriend for real?”

Silence filled the room.

My heart pounded.

Domi turned to me, biting her lip nervously. “So…?”

I stared at her, barely able to process it. “You—this—wait, you planned this?”

She nodded. “I wanted it to be special. Because you’re special.”

My chest ached in the best way possible.

Without thinking, I launched forward, wrapping my arms around her neck. “Yes, Domi. Yes.”

She grinned against my shoulder, holding me tightly. “Best girlfriend ever?”

I pulled back, laughing. “Best real girlfriend ever.”

Epilogue

The reaction from our teammates was obnoxious.

JuJu: “FINALLY.”

Kiki: “We BEEN knew.”

AG: “Wait, I thought y’all were already dating?”

Viv: “I was ready to start charging y’all rent for living in denial.”

Brook: “I literally won a bet because of this.”

CC: “Took y’all forever.”

As for the fans?

They lost their minds.

Domi’s video hit a million views within days, the comment section exploding with excitement.

And me?

I was too busy living the happiest days of my life with my new real girlfriend to care.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[voidofsunlight]

Title: Get In, We’re Causing Problems

Word Count: 776

Summary: Chaos—Choose your boy!

A/N: Hello! 💚 Trying out a new format—hope you like it! I won’t lie, I’m not super proud of this one, it’s my first attempt, but hopefully, you still enjoy the chaos. Sorry for not posting more tonight, it’s been a rough week. Enjoy!✨😊 // 🧸 my C.ai profile! // 📜 my main masterlist! // 🫂 Click here to send me a request or message

You were finally, relaxing in your dorm, wrapped in a blanket, enjoying the rare moment of solitude. A book in hand, maybe a snack nearby—peace. True peace.

Which, of course, meant it was doomed.

Because without warning—

BAM.

The door slams open like it's been cursed off its hinges, crashing into the wall as your best friend bursts in like an agent of chaos with zero regard for personal space.

And then—

Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo stands in the doorway, hands on his hips, a wild grin on his face. His curls are a mess, his tie is half undone, and there’s a very real possibility he just ran here.

“Put on your shoes. We’re making terrible decisions tonight.”

You stare at him, blinking. “That’s not a greeting.”

“No time for pleasantries, love. There’s mischief to be done.”

You groan, sinking further into your blanket. “I’m tired, Matty."

“No, no, see, that’s exactly why you need this.” He saunters over, dramatically ripping the blanket off you. “Sleep? Rest? Overrated. But breaking at least one school rule? That’s how you heal.”

You narrow your eyes. “What’s the plan?”

He grins, too wide to be safe. “Let’s just say… Filch is about to have a really bad night.”

Tom Riddle 

Tom enters your room calmly, as if he didn’t just barge in like an assassin. He closes the door behind him carefully, eyes sharp as they settle on you.

“Morality is optional. What’s the plan?”

You frown. “...I don’t have a plan.”

Tom tilts his head. “Oh?” He takes a slow step closer. “You mean to tell me that you were simply sitting here, peacefully, with no thoughts of mischief? No revenge plots? No dubious acts of spellwork?”

You raise a brow. “Yes?”

He exhales, shaking his head. “Unacceptable. Here.” He pulls a folded piece of parchment from his robe. “I made a list.”

You blink. “A list—?!”

“Of people who deserve to be hexed. Thought you might want to assist.”

You stare at him.

Tom stares back.

Then, you reach for your wand. “...Fine. But I pick the first target.”

He smirks. “Naturally.”

Theodore Nott

Theo doesn’t barge in. No, he leans against the doorframe casually.

He surveys you, taking in the blanket, the book, the snack. Then he smirks.

“Good choices? Never heard of ‘em. Let’s go.”

You frown, flipping a page. “Go where?”

He shrugs, stepping inside. “Does it matter?”

You raise a brow. “Theo.”

“Look, I just feel like something’s missing tonight,” he says, plopping down beside you. “And I’ve decided the answer is bad decisions.”

You groan, shutting the book. “If this is about sneaking into the kitchens again—”

He gasps. “How dare you assume I only have one bad idea?”

You sigh. “...Alright. What’s the plan?”

Theo grins. “I have no idea. Let’s wing it.”

Lorenzo Berkshire

Lorenzo saunters in, all easy confidence and casual amusement, like he already knows you’re going to say yes.

“Do you want a distraction or an alibi?”

You blink at him. “For what?”

He smirks, flopping onto your bed. “You ask too many questions.”

“Lorenzo. What. Did. You. Do.”

His smirk widens. “See, I could tell you… or you could just come with me and find out.”

You stare at him. “That sounds dangerous.”

“I know.” He grins, standing and offering his hand. “Exciting, isn’t it?”

You sigh, grabbing your wand. “I swear, if this gets me detention—”

Lorenzo winks. “Not if we do it right.”

Blaise Zabini

Blaise appears in the doorway like a summoned spirit, eyes half-lidded, looking entirely too composed for someone about to cause absolute mayhem.

“I have free will, a plan, and absolutely no self-control.”

You narrow your eyes. “That’s possibly the most dangerous combination of words I’ve ever heard.”

He smirks. “Which is why you should be way more concerned.”

You sigh, setting down your book. “What’s the situation?”

“Well, I’ve come across some rather interesting information that could cause problems for everyone involved.”

You raise a brow. “And by ‘interesting information,’ you mean—”

Blaise grins. “We’re breaking into Filch’s office.”

You stare.

Then, you grab your wand. “Lead the way.”

Draco Malfoy

Draco strides in, arms crossed, voice deadpan.

“How opposed are you to grand larceny?”

You blink. “I—what?”

He sighs. “Never mind. You’re clearly not mentally prepared.”

You scramble up. “Wait, what did you do?”

Draco smirks. “Hypothetically, if one were to acquire an entire bottle of Veritaserum from Snape’s office—”

“Draco.”

“—then one might require an accomplice.”

You groan, grabbing your wand. “Fine. But if we get caught—”

“I do the talking,” he interrupts, linking arms with you. “Obviously.”

And just like that, you’re in it together. Again.

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[laserbobcat]

as someone who's 33 and writing Narilamb and reading your comics, and also kinda interested in different kinds of art myself, it is so so nice seeing someone around my age who's into this fandom and making art. I feel so stupid sometimes that it's hard to even pick up a pencil or stylus - and I'm new new new to art like that so I need that practice time. seeing people like you making what you love and not giving a good goddamn is really inspiring. I'm sure you get lots of love for your comics but idk I just wanted to say thank you 💗 your cat and Leshy make so many people smile for so many different reasons :)

AW I do get a lot of kind feedback, but it's rare that I don't have the time/energy to answer. I really appreciate messages. I do read and see all of it, and every little tag matters. It's why I try my best to leave at least a little tag when I reblog art, and I'm not shy about sending messages to creators when I have, again, time/energy. People are shy, but we are all dorks, you realize it pretty quick when you start interacting more with the artists you follow. Warning surprise super LONG life dump bellow. I was like "Inspiring, are you sure? I'm also wreck, let me tell you just so there's no misunderstandings" and bam, novel.

About being 35 and making whatever I want: I do in fact feel self conscious about a lot of things, it's just that people on the internet don't really matter. That sounds harsh, but it's true. It's like people you meet on the street, or at bars, or at work: mostly polite positive interactions, some nice memories, a few of them will form solid bonds with you, the vast majority of them will be lost as soon as they're not in the same vicinity as you anymore. And it's normal, and it's ok. Humans aren't made to nurture too many relationships, even the social ones. So I personally enjoy fandoms in a detached sort of way that might feel like I don't give a damn. I think it's healthy tbh. But it's easy to appear calm and detached when you don't really have skin in the game. I really care about this blog it's my fun place, but it's completely detached from my actual life. I'm being an anonymous dork among dorks, it's nice. Some people are dumb sometimes and I don't care. What are they gonna do, sue me, lol. BUT LIKE. I almost deleted that blog once because and IRL person I know found it? I panicked SO HARD. Y'all nerds can look at my silly comics with cute cats kissing: not people in my real life. I'd rather be found drawing hardcore tentacle porn or sniffing paint. I'm not like, brave or anything, I'm hiding online XD

And honestly life is haaaaaaaard right now. For everyone lately. but for me personally: fanart is a nice hyperfocus to forget that life is a bitch. A distraction. I've always been "too sensitive" never could hold a job for too long, because people are awful in low level entry jobs, I never got one that I really like. I've been studying art and digital art, it's been hard, and it didn't lead me anywhere professionally for various reasons. I paid a private school and I am just finishing paying a big loan, just for the (average) skills I got being used to draw a cartoon bush with legs, kissing a cat, on a dusty website. It's so incredibly easy to feel like a failure. And being an artist SUCKS in this world. I'm not an artist by choice, god I would love to be smart enough to have done different studies, and have some kind of job that actually pays. But no, just did a professional profile, and all my affinities lead to creative work, I'm doomed to be good at things that are hell to make money off of when you don't have twice or thrice the energy a regular job needs. I just can't stop. Even when I take breaks, I always come back to creating things. A life's curse, truly.

I feel depressed now, so let's filter this shit through my "15 years of therapy" voice translator: -I'm not too sensitive, people telling me this in my life have all been notorious assholes. If we had more raw hearted people, daily life would be softer, and we wouldn't have wars. Us kind softies are vastly underappreciated. -I haven't been paying a school for nothing, I met my best friends there, learned a lot of skills and methodology that serve me today, and will serve me later in ways I can't just pinpoint yet without hindsight. I also have a lot of experience and help I can share with younger people and beginners. I'm a great art teacher. -I'm happy that I can't help being creative. So much people trail off into things they don't like, and realize later that they're utterly miserable. It's harsh, but not having the strength to pursue something you don't like is kind of a blessing. You avoid so much shit on your life path. it's not a life worth living. I've seen people with good paying careers give them up to get fully into a passion. -It's okay to draw a bush kissing a cat, who fucking cares what you do on your free time, the cops? It's ok to enjoy cute and silly things even when everything gets serious- especially when everything get serious. So much of us get our inner child crushed it's terribly sad. -The silliness is serious actually. You can get a powerful life lesson from deep books about philosophy and self-care and shit, but they're not rare everywhere else. The silliest movie, comic or fanfic can have a line or a character that will resonate enough with you to change your life. Like a tiny little piece that was missing in your personnal puzzle. I felt deeply moved by some comics online, so my own comics online 100% have the same value. What are "serious" media but hobbyists getting their art to a bigger professional scale. We're all telling stories around campfires and there's nothing stupid, shameful or weak about that. Egyptian gods were dramatic furries ffs.

I'm eternally stuck between "Yeah follow your heart and do art" and "It will lead you to hell though" because I feel like both are true. But do you really have a choice? What are the other options? I personally don't, so I just pick up the pen for a hobby, and started applying to ceramic courses for a career change. We'll see where it goes.

Well that was a lot, but I have some serious anxiety issues that make me over-explain stuff, and I'm talkative, and I'm on my period. Enjoy.

[mscherub]

What Twst characters would say based on interactions I’ve had with my friends 👍

Characters: Prefect, mainly first years, mentions of others + professor(s)

Warnings:

Swearing, mentions of drugs, rude words, yall sorry for this—

Most convos were twisted to be a little more PG…

Also, I’m a girl and most of these experiences were at school and from my pov so if they seem a little harsh, MBBBB

KEY: Prefect is what I said in the situation, Everyone else is what my friends plus others have said <3

Chaos below the cut guys, good luck—

Prefect sits down at lunch table

Ace: ew, you’re here?

Prefect pauses

Ace: I’m jokinggggg

Prefect: bitch

MC sits down at lunch table, Epel has his phone out and has a picture of Vil next to a picture of Jeffrey star

Prefect: “Shit…”

Epel: “I know, right?”

Prefect: “similarity is uncanny.”

Messaging GC

Prefect: luv u guys, Gn <3

Ace: Fuck you

Prefect: Fuck you, too, dude, smd

Ace: love*

Prefect: KYS U WHORE, and I meant to spell it that way

Sebek: everyone go to bed

Messaging Gc again

Deuce: wht arw u gya ar

Ace: what did bro say

Prefect: mans is typing in hieroglyphics

Deuce: DID U JUST XALL ME TYPIBF HEIRIGOPLDUGIS

In PE

Epel: Y’all, don’t fall, there’s water all over the—

Slips and fucking falls on his face

Prefect: BRO, nice one

Epel: fuck you

In class

Prefect: can I see your work? I promise you I won’t copy like word for word, I didn’t have time to do the assignments last night

Deuce: wait…what work?

Prefect: …

Stares at each other for a minute than nods, sighing and looking away

Jack: what does “she hawked on my tuah mean…”

Prefect: uh, maybe don’t figure that one out

Sebek: I heard in response to a phrase like that you just say, “Skibidi”

Prefect: u know what…I’m done

Prefect doing most of the group work with the first years

Ace: Thank you my trusty slave

Everyone looks at him appalled

Prefect: what…the fuck

Ace: sorry, slave

Forgetting a literal child was there

Prefect: then I said, “you’re just a carpet muncher—“

Ortho: what does that mean?

Prefect: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO, NOOOOOOOOOO, IGNORE THAT AHHHHHHH

Jack: I can’t believe you’ve done this

Ace: I hawk and I hawk and I tuah your house down

Deuce: you need to hawk tuah your way to therapy my guy

Prefect: I can agree with this

Ace: but, Prefect, aren’t you the therapist friend? Why haven’t u been helping me then…

Prefect: …

Internet goes out at school, supposed to take test online (I know Trein prefers old fashioned way but pretend for a bit…)

Trein: unfortunately we can not take the test

Everyone: Professor Trein, Trein— it’s fine, really, it’s ok :)

Prefect: eughhh, that’s a big bitch!

Points over at a guy who did ortho dirty

Prefect: eughhhh that’s a guy with a small di—

Sebek: HUMAN, DO NOT SAY SUCH TERMS, if you’d want to truly get back at him, let us go together to fight

Prefect: awww, Sebby

Some bitch is talking shit on Prefect and Jack, the relatively nice ppl of the group—

Ace: I called in reinforcements

Prefect + Jack: huh?

All house wardens proceed to come to defend yall…

Prefect: I’m…wtf, why…

Ace: they all hate that kid, too

Prefect: what—

Prefect: ALL I HAD TO DO WAS TAKE A PISS, BUT NO, I WALKED INTO THE BATHROOM AND PPL WERE SITTING IN SINKS AND IN THE STALLS SMOKING AWAY, LIKE WHAT GRADE ARE WE IN AND WE’RE DOING THIS?

Ace: that’s…rough

Prefect: I wouldn’t be surprised to walk into the bathroom one day and see someone snorting a Coke line…

Epel: nobody would be, believe me

In PE class again, everyone lines up on the line

“The fitness gram pacer test—“

Prefect: I just got war flashbacks

Jack: it’ll be fine, just breath through your nose and out through your mouth

Prefect: ITS NOT THAT EASY WTF, THATS LIKE ASKING ME TO BREATHE UNDERWATER

Prefect peacefully walking then— BAM, backpack gets pulled back by someone behind them, causing them to stumble back

Prefect: WHATTTTT

Ace: hiiii

Prefect: unhand me!

Prefect: Ace…Ace, Ace…ACEEEE!

Ace ignoring everyone

Prefect: dude…

Looks over in another direction and lies to get his attention—

Prefect: I see the bitch that u hate with the wig

Ace: WHERE?—

Sitting at lunch table, eating, cater pulls out phone and snaps pics

Prefect: wtf man

Cater: cause :)

Prefect: whatever…don’t post it on your story

Cater: :(…ok…

Does it anyways

Prefect and Grim walk in, Prefect carries Grim in arms

Prefect: how many hours of sleep are you all going off?

Ace: three

Deuce: three

Jack: three

Epel: three, don’t tell Vil

Sebek: three, as well, Human

Ortho: charged for three hours, battery levels are lower than usual…

Prefect: Oh my seven, we’re all like…twinning today!

Yayyyy

Grim slams lunch tray down which is piled with food

Prefect: dude…

Grim: I’m hungry

Ace: too hungry, clearly, ya big back

Walking back on campus back to ramshackle, wild turkeys square up around Prefect and Grim

Prefect: if this is how I die I’m not gonna be happy

Grim: I thought those were trash bags, oh well, let’s eat them

In locker room

Ace: smells like ass and chlorine

Jack: that’s oddly specific

Ace: it does tho

Epel: BE MANLY ABT IT BRUH

Ace: Kys

Epel: well damn

(Idk the context for that one)

That’s it cause I can’t think of anymore— and I know some of these weren’t that funny, BUT THEY ARE TO ME

Part two maybe :3 ?

Master List

[muridae3]

Cop Cutie | Harvey x Reader

After a little accident at the Spirit's Eve Festival, Doctor Harvey helps the Farmer recover from an injury.

Spirit’s Eve was not your favorite holiday.

It arrived at the crux of the harvest season– there were pumpkins to be picked, wine to age, hay to gather, and a seemingly endless amount of chores to get done before the snow hit come winter.

And yet, you found yourself dressing up to attend the very festival you swore you wouldn’t have time for.

The dressing up part was new– Lewis had insisted upon it, calling it an ‘opportunity for camaraderie’ between the townsfolk.

After rummaging through your closet, you decided to wear a blue hat, yellow and green shirt, red pants, and purple boots. Bam– you were a prismatic shard.

If nothing else, at least it would make a few people laugh. 

After checking on your chickens one last time, you left the farm, squinting to see in the dark. 

The town square was completely transformed for the festival: Gus had set out several tables absolutely heaping with food, Marlon had some sort of live skeleton exhibit, and Pierre had set up shop by the entrance of the maze, as always. 

“Hiya, farmer!” Marnie said, waving at you. 

“Hi, Marnie! Hi, Jas!” You smiled at both of them. Marnie was dressed in a feathered shirt, and she had painted a beak on her face. Jas was dressed exactly like Penny. 

“Oh! Are you Miss Penny!” You asked. 

“Mhm! And that means I’m a grown up! And that means that I can go in the maze!” Jas chirped, puffing out her chest. 

“No, Jas. You’re too young.” Marnie chided. “Come on, let’s go get some pumpkin pie.”

“Wait, I’ll take her.” You offered. “We won’t go far, I’ll keep her safe.”

“Oh, are you sure? Jas can be quite a handful…”

“Aw, I can handle her! C’mon, Jas,” You held out your hand, “Let’s go take on that maze!”

Jas took your hand and immediately pulled you into the maze. 

“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” You laughed as she tugged you along.

“Woooooow, the maze is so cool!” Jas gawked. 

“Slow down, Jas. There are a few obstacles—look, that gravestone almost blends into the shadow!” You tried to keep your balance as Jas tugged you faster through the maze, her enthusiasm contagious. Your foot caught on something solid. “Wait, Jas, watch ou—” A sudden jolt, and you found yourself tumbling forward, the fake gravestone scraping your leg as you hit the ground.

“Oh no!” Jas crouched at your side. “Are you okay?”

“I think so…” You sat up, rubbing the back of your head. “My ankle…” A throbbing pain shot up your leg. 

“I’ll… I’ll go get doctor Harvey!” Jas sprinted away.

“Wait, Jas, don’t go by yourself— oh, sweet Yoba…” You sighed, leaning against the hedge wall. 

Jas soon returned, a police officer behind her. “I’m baaack!” 

You were confused– Pelican Town had no police force. “I’m sorry, sir, there must have been a mistake…”

“Um, actually… It’s me.” Harvey said sheepishly, removing his hat. “Borrowed the costume from Pierre, heh. Pretty convincing, right?”

“I didn’t even recognize you!” You tried to sit up. 

“Easy, now. Go slow.” Harvey sat next to you. “Jas said you tripped?”

“Yeah…” You laughed awkwardly, gesturing to the fake gravestone. “I think I did something to my ankle.”

“Let me take a look.” He shimmied over to your ankle. “Mind if I touch you?”

“By all means, go ahead.” 

He gently palpated your ankle. “Does that hurt?”

You winced. “A little.”

“Can you try and rotate it for me?”

Though it was painful, you managed to rotate your ankle in a full circle.

“Thank you.” He turned to look at you. “Good news– It doesn’t seem broken, just a bad sprain.”

You sighed, leaning back onto the hedges. This would certainly slow down your harvest on the farm. 

“I can take you to the clinic and wrap it for you, if you like.” Harvey offered.

“Oh, um, sure.” You snapped back into reality. “Oh, Jas, are you okay?” 

Jas’s eyes were filled with tears. “I’m so sorry you got hurt! I’ll never go into the maze again, never, never, never!”

“It was an accident.” You said. “It’s okay, really.”

“You don’t have to stay out of the maze forever,” Harvey said, helping you to your feet, “But it is important to be very careful and aware of our surroundings.”

Jas nodded rapidly. 

“Go back to Marnie, now.” Harvey said, leaning your weight on him. “I’m sure she’s wondering where you are.” 

Jas turned back towards the entrance to the maze, slowly making her way back to her aunt.

“Okay, let’s try to walk. Let me know if there’s any pain.” Harvey said, slowly moving forward.

You became acutely aware of where Harvey's hands gently held your waist, his fingers firm but careful. A flutter of nervousness bloomed in your chest—strong, yet soft, and he held your weight like it was nothing. You glanced up at him, catching the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and you quickly looked away, hoping he couldn’t feel the heat rising in your cheeks. Why was this making you so flustered?

“So… forgive me if this is rude, but… what’s your costume?”

“Oh, I’m… I’m a Prismatic Shard.” You said, a slight laugh in your voice. “I didn’t really have any other ideas.”

He brushed a stray curl out of his face, glancing at you nervously. “I’m definitely taller than Pierre…” he said with a sheepish smile, gesturing at the too-short hemline and his exposed ankles. 

“I think you look great, Harvey.” 

Harvey cleared his throat. “Um… Okay, here we are. That’s the hard part done.” He sighed as you exited the maze. “There are stairs, would you mind if I…” He cleared his throat. “Is it okay if I carry you down the stairs? Because of your ankle, I mean.”

A sudden heat rushed to your face, and you prayed the dim light hid the color spreading up your neck. “I, uh… yeah, sure,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the way your heart raced in your chest.

He lifted you onto his back, and the two of you quickly descended the stairs and entered the clinic. 

“Here we are.” He lowered you onto an exam table before retrieving a roll of athletic tape from a drawer. “Can I see your ankle?”

You swung your legs up onto the exam table. 

He quickly wrapped your injured ankle, and the pain quickly subsided. 

“It feels much better. Thank you, doctor.” You said, smiling.

“Of course, Farmer. I’m always happy to help you.”

“I guess I’m in here a lot, huh…” you said, laughing slightly.

“I believe your trips to the mines have single-handedly depleted my stock of saline and bandages for the month… I put in an order for more yesterday.” He said.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with me so much… I’ll try to be more careful.”

“No, no… I mean, yes, I do want you  to be more careful, but I don’t mind treating you. You’re my friend, this is the least I can do for you.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Harvey.”

“Now,” he said, standing, “Do you plan to stay at the festival much longer? Gus has some spiced apple cider that I think you’d love.”

“Well, I was planning to go home… but cider sounds good.” You stood, taking his offered hand.

Arm and arm, the Police officer and the Prismatic Shard returned to the festival, both a little happier and both unsure why.

[ckret2]

How do you have the willpower to not consume content from any of your other fandoms? I always get pulled in and out of the same ones and it stops me from getting projects done but I get so bored! Teach me your ways!

So the downside of ADHD is that it takes a ridiculously high amount of effort to push yourself to do things—even things you want to do and like doing—unless you put even more effort upfront into making it convenient for yourself.

But the upside is, if you know this about yourself, and if there's media you want to not be consuming, you just...... don't do anything to make it convenient to consume.

I don't have Amazon Prime. All I have to do is not bother to get Amazon Prime (easy!!) and not bother to hunt out a way to watch Hazbin some other way (also easy!!) and bam, I've got a 100% success rate of not watching it.

Do you know how many Transformers series I'm currently behind on? I sure don't! Because I haven't put the effort into looking it up! I can't be assed! There's like, at least three I think! Don't tell me, I'm not currently interested in finding out!! It would take work for me to figure it out; I can just go "work?? Naaah. Not doing that."

You can resist temptation by just being too lazy to pursue it! Make that ADHD work for YOU!

Caution: if you can't get yourself to put effort into doing anything that brings you pleasure, that's either Pretty Serious Depression or it's gonna cause Pretty Serious Depression and it's not good. However. If you master the art of ADHD, you can save up the effort you didn't put into distractions, and use it to put effort into different activities that also make you happy.

Last year I picked up a podcast about cults. It's all right. But because I'm already listening to it and spotify keeps pushing it to the top of my screen, when I need a low-effort audio distraction, it's easier for me to default to putting on the podcast about cults than it would be for me to, say, dig up The Magnus Protocol to start it. And bam! Now I'm doing more research that'll help me write about a cult leader, for free, by listening to a podcast I'm not at risk of hyperfixating on!

Part of avoiding breaking your own hyperfixation is figuring out what media you enjoy, but don't hyperfixate on. Because you still need to, like, have fun. That's why you wanna watch The Things You Like, because it's fun. If you're not having fun you'll wanna go watch The Things You Like, and rightly so. So you've gotta make sure you're having enough fun with things you don't hyperfixate on.

Like, I know that when I watch Columbo or read Poirot, I find the detectives charming while I'm observing them, and then almost as soon as the mystery is over I stop thinking about them. They aren't the kind of characters that latch into my brain. I know they won't become blorbos. So I'm safe there. I know I enjoy horror movies but 99% of the time totally forget who the characters are, like if there's 2 white guys and 2 white girls it is guaranteed I won't be able to tell them apart, so they're safe to watch, I'm not gonna hyperfixate on them. I know that I enjoy nonfiction/educational books & podcasts, but I only hyperfixate on fiction, so it's safe for me to pick up nonfiction. If it's nonfiction that's somehow thematically relevant to whatever I'm currently hyperfixated on, it even helps feed the current hyperfixation.

And those are my "protect your hyperfixation" lifehacks.

On the other hand, if you, anon, don't personally have ADHD, then I can't help you. idk how people with executive function function.

Final advice: if you know you keep falling in and out of the same 3 or 4 fandoms, maybe try writing a crossover fic about all 3 or 4 fandoms at once. That way it won't matter which one you're currently into. You win no matter what. I've never actually tried this, don't trust this advice.

[pollsnatural]

1) (The show really benefitted from adding angels. It's a cool new way to look at) the main themes of the show. It's insane that it wasn't planned, and it's insane that there're people who hate that decision just because it made their ship less relevant.

2) (I have a weird relationship with Ruby 2.0. Sometimes she's great, but most of) the time she's so boring. I don't know. They could have done more with her.

The rest is under the cut.

3) (They underutilized Anna. She seems to be so important at the beginning, but) then she just hangs out with Cas sometimes. I wonder if this is the result if Cas playing a bigger role than it was planned.

4) (It's so obvious that angels are losing on purpose, but you think it's) just a bad writing. The writers just wanted to show the Winchesters as heroes. And then, bam! It wasn't bad writing, you were fooled. I love when media plays on the low expectations of its audience.

5) (They should have made Sam more sympathetic) What is his motivation? Revenge, wanting to feel stronger, jealousy that the angels picked Dean and not him, thinking Dean is too weak to do anything (like man, he was in Hell for 40 years, lay off). These are very interesting sides of Sam's character, but they aren't really sympathetic? It's good that he wants to stop Apocalypse, but we don't see why he wants it so badly. Because tbh nothing truly horrific happens, you don't feel the urgency to save the world because it's mostly fine. Sam just sounds unhinged when he's ready to make huge sacrifice to prevent the Apocalypse. I think raising the stakes would have helped. Or maybe they just should have reframed Sam thinking about Dean as a weakling who can't do anything into Sam worrying about Dean's mental health, wanting to save him from the burden. Or maybe even Sam obsessively keeping Dean safe because he can't loose him again.

6) (They should have made Dean less sympathetic) Dean was supposed to be manipulated by the angels the same way Sam was manipulated by demons. But Dean doesn't trust angels, he trusts Cas, and, ultimately, this trust is rewarded. Dean breaks the first seal, but he does it under torture (which is more sympathetic than Sam choosing multiple times to follow the path that leads him to break the last seal) and we don't get to see that! I would have preferred if they leaned into the ignorance. Make Dean follow the angels because it's easy, because he's tired and afraid. Make him willingly close his eyes on what Sam is doing because Dean doesn't have power to care. Make it into the lesson if inaction being as harmful as action. Make him more like Michael. Dean in this season cares too much about everything for the main theme to be coherent.

This season's score 9.7/10. The score is based just on the level of my enjoyment of the season.

[youcallyourselfafilmcritic]

DOCTOR WHO WISH WORLD SPOILERS

I heard a lot of people complain about The Rani being "too confusing" to explain to other viewers but I don't agree. She's a renegade Time Lord who knew The Doctor. Bam! Done But fucking Omega?

Like the confusing elements from The Rani are more a problem with the modern era as the Time Lords are meant to be dead-that's an easy one to dance around (and they just haven't yet lol). Omega actually has a pretty complicated backstory and they haven't even remotely tackled it

Which may be fine if there weren't 15 trillion different things to deal with I'm also curious as to if RTD fucks up his personality. He's an angry embittered God man and I just don't know if Russell will get his sense of bitterness yet full on control

Also will he have a body right away? It's. Uh. Kind of an important factor to his character that he doesn't