#don’t currently exist and maybe never will so I know it’s just a Bad Brain kinda day.

[whumpacabra]

help girl (gender neutral) there’s a jansenist monk in my brain being mean to me

[celestialanon]

Your Guardian Angel

(Angel) Mammon x (gn) Mc

I hope you enjoy this one, dear readers!

You had spent most of your day working at your part time job. They had called you in early, so it was a full shift this time. You had been daydreaming the whole time of when you could finally get home, fall into your bed face first.

It all seemed so lovely in your head, you had your whole night planned out for personal care and relaxation. What you didn't expect to happen, was for all those plans to be washed down the drain when you got home, coming face to face with someone you surely have never seen before.

It took you a second to process someone was there, standing in the middle of your room unannounced. When it did finally get through your brain, your eyes went wide and your first instinct was to scream. You just about almost did when said being hurriedly placed a hand over your mouth, effectively silencing you in your terror.

"H-Hey, none of that! There's no reason to be screamin! I'm not a bad guy, I swear!" You could feel your heart rate pick up at his words, breathing roughly through your nose as he tried to shush you. Your eyes wandered frantically over his figure, blinking in shock at what you were seeing.

He was close to ethereal, he was quite beautiful. You paused your struggling to get a good look at him. His hold against your mouth began to loosen when he realized you had stopped fighting back. You stood in awe, you could have believed you were dreaming.

It was like his skin was glowing, beautiful and bright. It's the only way you could describe it. He had these wings that just...

"W-what- Who are you?" Your voice trembled, not purely out of fear but of confusion. For some reason, his presence held more comfort rather than anything negative, and it was all confusing given the circumstances. He had a cheeky smile plastered on his face, the back of his hand traced over your forehead and down to your cheekbones. It gave a warmth you were unable to describe.

"Heh- I'm the great Mammon. Sent here by father himself." You've heard that name- somewhere. Or maybe you haven't, you're not too sure. Your mind was still playing catch up with what was currently happening.

"Don't be afraid. I came all the way down here for ya,  you should be grateful!" His voice didn't match his appearance, it was loud and harsh. Yet, his touches were soft and sweet. You gawked at him as his fingers traced your chin, finally leaving your face to rest at his hips.

"W-What is that supposed to mean? You know how this looks right? I come home, ready to just go to sleep early for once and- and there's a man in my room!" You argued, and he clicked his tongue at you. You crossed your arms back at him, the feeling of pettiness bubbling in you at his attitude.

"Ungrateful human, is that any way to talk to your guardian Angel!" Your what now? Your eyebrows rose at him in disbelief. Everything you have ever known in life to be possible, everything you wondered existed. You've come home to find none other than your guardian Angel standing in the middle of your room....

"... Wow, I need to go to bed." You huffed out, moving past him to place your lunchbox beside your bed. This Mammon guy gasped at your reaction, you wanted to laugh really, laugh and tell him to get out of your house. So why didn't you?

“Hey! Don’t ignore me human! This is like, a big big deal! I’m supposed to protect and guide ya and stuff! That’s what the big man said!” You couldn’t take anymore of this, and muffled the sounds of him with your pillow. Maybe if you try hard enough, you’ll wake up from this dream.

That was your first time meeting him.

It had become a daily occurrence to be greeted by his large grin every morning after. It was always the same, he sat at the edge of your bed, checking over his nails and fiddling with his fingers. The second he knew you were awake, he turned to you with a smile that could make anyone’s heart flutter.

“Finally awake? I warded off sooo many evil demons last night I tell ya! You wouldn’t believe!” You would just shake your head and laugh it off, but you always give him a kiss on the cheek and a small “thank you” after. He’ll always touch his cheek and blush at you, going on about how it was no big deal. Funny, he was the one who made it a big deal in the first place.

He hovered around you most places, apparently others couldn’t see him. You thought you might have looked silly talking to yourself at times. It could be annoying though, like currently. You had planned a trip to an arcade game night with a few friends, and the “Great Mammon” as he always reminds you decided to tag along.

Your eyes were fixated on the arcade machine in front of you, watching coins get pushed to the front. You seemed to have a good luck streak going, and were down to your last few game coins. Mammon watched closely beside you, eyeing your expression with a grin on his face.

“Be careful, don’t get greedy on me. Greed can be a dangerous thing and give ya a game over.” You swatted at his face to move away, your eyes rolling in slight annoyance. You looked at the machine again, thinking over his words and turning to him with furrowed brows.

“Think I should take my chances?” He thought for a second, his smile coming back and shrugging.

“Hell yeah, do it.” Needless to say, you ended with nothing. Greed really was dangerous. The night itself was a success though, and you happily started on your walk home with your angel beside you.

The street was dark, but the light that seemed to always emit from Mammon’s being illuminated the space around you. You still found it a bit funny now- and rather amazing, that he was there at all. You looked up at him with a curious expression that he mimicked to you with a tilt of his head.

“What’s up?” You smiled at his casual demeanor, shrugging as you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your sweater.

“Nothing. It’s just…. I don’t know. I think I’m starting to get used to it.”

“Used to what?”

“Used to you being here.” Peeking over at him, a shy blush appeared on his face as he took your words in. It all seemed so innocent. You wondered why you were so set on pushing him away in the first place.

“Yeah- well, ya better be gettin used to it! I’m gonna be here for a while!” Of course, he was your guardian angel after all. The thought of him leaving anytime soon now was a sort of…. sad.

“Yeah. I hope so.” You whisper to yourself, but he heard it. Loud and clear. The solemn look on your face made him feel something- something he’s not sure what to label.

With a small hum, he nudged his hand toward you in a question. You looked up to him, only to find him completely avoiding your gaze. You wanted to laugh, he could be very cute at times. But be careful there, don’t go falling for an angel.

You placed your hand in his, letting him guide you the rest of the way home. If anyone saw you holding the air, you’re sure it’d be a weird sight to see.

[blonditarot]

How to loose weight without loosing your mind?

Trigger warning: weight loss and mentions of ed

I’ve been thinking about making this post for a while. Then I thought „hey it’s good to share your knowledge with others, maybe this could help some people”. This post wont be related to tarot, spirituality or kpop.

Tarot is not the only thing I have some experience in. And I do think I’m the right person to talk about this. I went from around 74 to 60 kilos (my current weight although not my best shape) and I’m like to think of myself of a fit person. Nothing crazy. I’m not very toned but I know how to work out and eat to not go crazy.

And I’m speaking up because I’ve noticed over the years many misconceptions about loosing weight. I saw people promote ways that could lead to eating disorders and health issues.

Disclaimer: this post isn’t made to throw hate on people that use that methods. That’s not my point. I want to debunk some of the things I’ve read on tumbrl on heard on TikTok that make my blood boil. And I’ll share some of my tips that are way easier and sustainable.

Disclaimer #2: I’m not a dietitian, personal trainer or a doctor so obviously even I can say something ridiculous or scientifically inaccurate but I’ll try my best 🩷

Here’s the list of me ranting:

Red color - avoid doing that, this is a result of the “diet culture” and in the end will just hurt your body

Green color - better way to loose weight based on my experience

Drinking a glass of water before a meal. Specifically so you can eat less food. Some people may disagree but that’s a terrible habit that could change your brain’s biochemistry. You’re teaching your own mind it’s good to eat less. And this could seem small but in reality could become dangerous. Eating disorders are hard to get out of because firstly it’s a psychological problem and secondly sick people create dopamine whenever they don’t eat enough. They are literally high, just like a drug addict. That’s why they often need rehabilitation. And just like a drug addict you can go from drinking a glass of water to not eating for an entire day.

Restricting yourself from eating the foods you like, because they seem “healthy”. You’ll eat them anyway because you enjoy it and one day you will just break, eat more that usual, you’ll feel guilty and then you’ll stop eating. Then you’ll body will tell you to eat more, you will and the cycle repeats. There’s no such a thing as “healthy” or “unhealthy” food. We can divide them into carbohydrates, protein and fat. No food is bad, the amount of it is. Let’s say you’re like me and you love chocolate. I eat it everyday. Because it’s not bad. Eating sugar (carbs) isn’t bad, if you have one piece of candy. Having a whole bag of candy is bad, because you only eat carbohydrates. A healthy diet is a well balanced diet. If you eat apples everyday that’s unhealthy, because you give your body vitamins that only exist in apples. You have to eat an apple on Monday, on Tuesday eat a banana, and on Wednesday eat an orange. It’s not about the food, it’s about the balance of eating everything.

What helps you keep that balance is a 80/20 rule. Only 80% of meals should be well planned and high nutrient. 20% is that Oreo cookie that you want. It’s impossible to eat healthy meals all the time. This method makes you feel like you don’t restrict yourself too much to loose weight so it’s easier to stay motivated.

Cookie is not an apple. Never say you’ll eat an apple when you crave that cookie. It’s not going to satisfy you at all. You want a cookie so you go to eat it. If you want to eat fried chicken for dinner, are you going to be happy about getting a salad? Eat it but keep in you mind the rule above. If you eat that cookie the next snack you should have is that apple.

Changing your entire routine. This also makes things harder. Not impossible, I know people that quit smoking in one day. But changing your whole routine is a shock for your body. This includes your diet and exercising. If you’ll go to the gym and spend an hour running on a treadmill, then you’ll move to lifting weights for another hour, choosing more advanced and complicated exercises, you’ll start hating it. Not from the start, but slowly you’ll grow resentment because you’ll be too hard on yourself. This will feel like a punishment and it’s not supposed to be. Working out should be fun and eating well should be natural.

Small steps. Trust me. Running for an hour is bad for you if you’re not fit enough to do so. But trying to run for 10 minutes or walking more. You’re moving so that’s already something. And by doing things slow, step by step you’re building a habit which gives better long term results.

Loosing a lot of weight in a short amount of time. If you see an influencer saying they lost 30 kg in 3 months because of a miracle diet, ignore them. It’s impossible to do that unless you don’t eat anything at all. And this will ruin your body. Most of people that loose their weight like that gain it back after they start eating normally again. I could do a separate post about the consequences of loosing weight too quickly.

Cutting protein, carbs or fat from your diet. Your body is like a house of cards. The base of the pyramid consists of protein, carbs, fat, water and vitamins. Let’s say you’re not eating carbs at all. It’s like pulling one card out of the fundaments. The whole construction will fall aparat as well as your body if you do this. Unless your doctor recommends you a certain diet, don’t stop eating every type of food.

Comparing your results. We are all different and some people will loose their weight faster some will slower. Don’t compare your results with strangers. We all have different DNA. Focus on your own journey and experiment to find the ways that work best for you.

Also find a form of exercising that is best for you that you enjoy the most. You can do weight lifting, pilates, calisthenics, whatever you’d like. There’s so many of them. Don’t stick to one activity. And finding something that you like makes loosing weight way easier, because it won’t feel like a chore. It’ll turn into a hobby

Overworking your body. If you owned a Yorkshire terrier would you make it pull the sleight like a Husky even though you know they won’t make it? Or would you try to squeeze a German shepherd into a doghouse that was made for a chihuahua? Everybody would call it animal abuse so don’t do it to yourself and listen to your body. We all have limits and genetic predispositions 🤷🏼‍♀️🩷

These are only some of the things I came up with. I could write more if I tried but then I’d feel as if the post is way too long.

And I’m going to post it under the kpop tarot tag because I’m aware how idols look like. There could be someone that should read this 🩷🩷

[rogue-durin-16]

This is a fun idea that I’ve had rolling in my head for a while, but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to! What if the reader likes to draw, so obviously, when surrounded by those snackable men in East company, she draws them! She puts little notes next to the faces (ex. Thinks he’s gods gift to women, or sweetest man alive), and maybe how some of the Easy boys would react to flipping through the sketchbooks and seeing the notes? With Toye, Luz, Bull, and Shifty?

A/N: I drew them for no reason. In like half an hour. I am so stupid somebody sedate me. Btw I actually read this when you sent it and thought omg I love it, and then completely forgot it existed. Enjoy these super delayed headcanons? <3

Warnings: none

JOE TOYE

"Hey, whatchu got there?"

Bad start.

You halfheartedly let him flip through the pages and this man's slack jawed.

Keep in mind that, while Joe knows you sketch in your free time, he has no idea you sketch them.

Double shock when he gets to his face.

Doesn't process the silly notes at first because something's not clicking.

You drew him. Him. Out of- him?

Tries his best not to blush

Genuinely doesn't know how to react

AND THEN HE SEES THE NOTES

This man cannot hold back a little smile of endearment when he reads 'toughest motherfucker' because that's a big ass compliment.

Specially considering he thinks he's a dud.

'an actual sweetheart' this man choked on his own words. A SWEETHEART. HIM. A-

"Do you... Like it or...?"

"It's— yeah no, I-I love it. They're really good huh..." Tries to act cool while he hands it back.

He can't look at you in the eye for a hot minute because you made his brain shortcircuit with a quick sketch.

Tough and a sweetheart. No one had ever called him a sweetheart.

Toye knows he's got a soft side to him, but it's buried so deep he never thought someone would notice.

Bot you did, and it keeps him up at night for months I'm not even kidding.

GEORGE LUZ

George is bored. He's very vocal about it.

You don't care. You're very vocal about it too.

Well too bad because Luz wants attention so he's going to annoy you until he gets some.

Verbal vexation doesn't work because you're currently focused on sketching Malarkey, so he switches to plan B; snatching the sketchbook away from you.

Immediately teases you about drawing Don while you chase him through the house you're billeted in.

Flips through the pages without actually seeing shit because initially he just wanted your attention and he got it.

But then he catches a glimpse of his face and sudden he's actually interested.

A boyish grin lights up his gaze.

He's way too happy about a damn sketch and he knows it but he can't help it.

You drew him and he looks handsome. He has never thought of himself as handsome but apparently you did.

Shoves you away to read the notes.

'Easy's source of joy'. THE REASSURANCE HE FEELS-

He snickers at the 'human lucky charm.

Then his head snaps at you in disbelief.

"SHORT?!" He's FLABBERGASTED. It's your turn to laugh.

Also run because George is so chasing you.

He's not sure what he's gonna do when he gets you. Probably hit you with the goddamn sketchbook. Probably kiss you idk he'll see.

BULL RANDLEMAN

Bull knows you sketch them for fun.

He's caught a glimpse of a couple of drawings here and there but never said anything, not even to you.

But now you two are sitting by each other's side at a bar in silence and he's adamant about making a conversation with you.

He bumps your arm, tilts his chin at you and then at the sketchbook peeping from your bag.

"Can I see 'em?"

How are you gonna say no to this absolute darling? To be fair you forgot about the little notes on his drawing.

He nonchalantly flips the pages, occasionally nodding and making quiet comments.

"You got talent, Y/n/n."

He's got the book wide open so you can see what he's seeing. And you see his drawing. And the notes.

Bull's heart swells at the sketch. It shouldn't surprise him— the fact that he's got his own page, but it does.

He reads the first note and the corner of his lip twists up. HE READS THE SECOND NOTE AND SNORTS.

He quirks a brow at you. "Anything you wanna tell me?"

You're mortified. He assures you he's completely kidding. Congratulates you on the drawings. Gives it back and watch your every move.

Husband material huh?

SHIFTY POWERS

Shifty makes eye contact with you while you're sketching him. Thrice.

First time you give him a mortified smile and he doesn't get why, but he returns it.

Second time he knows something's up. He sees the sketchbook.

Third time he walks up to you.

You attempt to uhm pretty much run away because you just finished so there's no need to stick around anymore.

He cuts through and get to you before you can leave.

"What were you drawing?" He asks, but he means 'were you drawing me?'

You show him and his eyes light up with joy.

He struggles with words but his visage is a very telling sign that he actually loves it.

He goes through everybody's sketch and asks if you were gonna add any notes to his.

The fact that he seems so excited about it dims your embarrassment and gives you a little bit of courage.

So you take back the sketchbook and scribble the notes before giving it back.

HE LOOKS EVEN HAPPIER.

'certified guardian angel' HELL YES, HE'LL KEEP YOU SAFE ANY DAY.

'lovely but deadly' he wants to kiss you. Much like Toye, he's not used to people seeing both parts of him, but... You do?

"Could I... Maybe... Keep it?"

You're surprised no one else has asked for the drawing. Maybe they assumed you wouldn't give it away.

Shifty's eyes widen momentarily when you rip the page and hand it to him.

He'll cherish the sketch forever.

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[thatgirlonstage]

Re:zéro asks!

What do you think would be the most interesting/hilarious crossover Subaru could stumble into. Either pre-canon or canon (or maybe even IF story), because he gets into situations, regardless of the timeline.

What ships do you like?

Do you ship rezero characters with characters of other series? If you do which ones?

And lastly, do you think Subaru deserves à vacation?

I don’t really do/think about crossovers so much unless I get particularly inspired for some reason—I’ve had some AU thoughts about Re:Zero but I’ve never really bothered considering crossovers for it. Subaru is a difficult character to transpose out of his setting & original plot without doing a LOT of work vis a vis how you manage his character arc. Though actually precisely bc of that maybe the most interesting crossover to me would be if canon Subaru got a glimpse of himself if he had been dropped in a more traditional isekai (I don’t know nearly enough about classic isekai to pick one though) and the kind of person he would’ve become if he was just handed a bunch of awesome powers and people who think he’s cool without ever being called on his shit (the absolute worst version of himself). Relatedly, to your third question, nah I p much never ship characters outside their franchise. Even if they don't directly interact I need them to at least exist in the same/similar enough context or interact with some of the same people in order to get the shipping tickle in my brain. Again unless something particularly inspires a crossover idea, but even then, I will at most do like, bullet point ideas that are mostly meant to be funny to me. I almost never read crossover fic and I’ve never written it.

On ships in general… okay look. I am a) multishipper galore and always one good piece of fanart from being interested in whatever ship idea you want to pitch to me, but b) not primarily into this show for ships and c) at most poking the Re:Zero fandom with a ten foot pole for pretty fanart and usually staying well away from it except to make posts for my own amusement and like six of my friends. I can’t go in the Ao3 tag for it. Every time I do I start wanting to stab things. My current strategy to make re:zero fandom for myself by slowly luring all my friends into watching re:zero is having a shockingly good success rate but yeah the fandom at large is…… holy lack of reading comprehension Batman.

For whatever it’s worth, just as, things I will yell the most about while watching, I am deeply invested in Rem and Subaru in whatever configuration of relationship you want to put them in, I like Rem/Ram because I’m me, and idk that I really know enough about Satella to have Thoughts but I am So Normal about Satella/Subaru Jesus fuck the love love love love love you bit. (NB: I’m anime only with this series so far, please no spoilers.) Emilia/Subaru do make me soft, Subaru and Otto should queerplatonically own a cottage and 37 pets together, and Crusch/Felis are a t4t couple and I shan’t be told otherwise. Actually the ship I’ve probably Thought the most about though is Julius/Subaru. Why did they put in a loop where they speedran an enemies to lovers tragic boyfriends arc. What was that about.

But all of that is secondary to my desire to watch Subaru get the shit beat out of him 😂 which, to your last question—does he DESERVE a vacation? I mean, sure, boy’s been through the biggest boatload of trauma one can imagine and he’s not a bad person even if he’s an asshole with a lot of baggage to unlearn. Do I want him to GET one? Absolutely not, that boy was made in a lab for me to squeeze him like a stress ball

[caker-baker]

Recruit

“Who’s this?” The hero asked as they watched a kid get dragged through the hall by facility guards. “Not a threat, I’m sure. He can’t be more than, what, eight?”

“No, not a threat.” The manager beside them confirmed. “A recruit.”

“He doesn’t look too happy, Manager.” The hero said as the kid disappeared around the corner. “Is this a willing recruit?”

“Mm, more or less. His guardian wasn’t…in the proper…mindset to be a parent.” They brought their pen up to their mouth. “Lucky he ended up being a super.”

For as much as the PR team tried to spin it that Hero was all brawn and no brain, they weren’t.

Hero took the moment to look over their manager’s tense position, then leaned against the wall, crossing their arms. “How much of this recruitment was you stalking a parent and their child?”

The manager did not like when their hero did that, it meant they were willing to use that brain that PR tried to hide. A simple, innocent question, and suddenly a person was left defenseless, spilling all their secrets without meaning to. That wasn’t even a super ability of Hero’s, they just knew what to do to unravel a person.

If the public knew that Hero could be as manipulative as they come…Well, soundbites existed, so any information Hero gained during a fight with some criminal could be covered with a choice number of destructive noises.

“Hero.” Manager warned. “I’m not like the bad guys, and even if you know what makes me tick, I won’t tell you anything.”

“Hey,” Hero said, flashing a smile and uncrossing their arms, holding them up. “My bad, force of habit. But I do worry for the kid. It’s not too far off from my own upbringing, but I was orphaned and came to the facility willingly.”

“Uh, yeah.” Manager brought their hand up to the back of their neck. “Yeah, it’s not entirely different from your schtick. He just has a parent who was ‘deemed unworthy of housing a super’.”

With a well placed snort from the hero, the manager laughed.

“I know!” They said, now flailing their arms wildly. “We don’t run charity cases, but honestly, I get this one. Keeps everyone safe in the long run. My whole job is keeping your image pristine as can be.”

“So, what can the kid do? If his super ability is so extraordinary that we suddenly felt like running charity cases, it’s gotta be something insanely awesome.”

“He can apparently portal, was caught hovering, so maybe flight-”

“It’s impressive he can even do it at eight.”

“Seven, actually.” Manager lowered their voice. “And he used disintegration touch when we first tried to bring him in. You can put two and two together, if that got out, we would have people theorizing that he’s Villain’s kid and-” The manager’s eyes widened. “You son of a bitch.”

“Son of nothing, actually. Orphan, remember?”

“I- you didn’t- you hardly even asked a question!”

The hero shrugged. “What can I say? It’s what I do. It’s a skill I put to good use, you know that, you of all people know that.” They pinched their manager’s cheek. “I won’t spill, don’t worry, this was for my own benefit.”

“You’re the worst!” The manager shouted at them as the Hero calmly skipped along the halls.

Never lose your cool. It’s a lesson the hero was taught well in the facility. So, they managed to keep their cool up until they were far, far, far away from public and private eye, their crash room. A room provided if there was ever a fight that kept raging and the hero needed to recharge. No one was allowed entry, no one except hero.

Never lose your cool. Never mind that Villain’s kid was in the facility. Never mind that Villain apparently had a kid. Never mind that this kid was seven.

Seven. Villain. Kid.

God.

The hero sat, and thought for a moment. There was a small off chance, with the way the time added up, that the kid currently within the facility was not only Villain’s, but theirs. Of course there was that possibility, they weren’t stupid.

There was also a possibility that this kid wasn’t. But he was seven, he could fly, portal, and use disintegration touch.

Villain couldn’t fly. Hero could. Manager worried for their ‘pristine image.’

It wasn’t as if they were going to let the kid be anyways. They weren’t going to let some poor traumatized child that was probably brought here kicking and screaming be alone within the cold, metal interior. Hero had planned on very much mentoring this kid, and possibly returning him back to his parent if the ‘unworthy’ part ended up being a bold face lie.

Was Villain an unworthy parent? Villain’s son? Oh, god.

Oh, god. Villain was probably on their way here. If they cared for their kid at all, they were probably on the way to blow everyone here up and take back their son.

Seven years old. Oh, god.

The hero stood. They had a half baked plan of finding the kid, and making sure he was ok, and then…and then…

Oh, god.

They needed to talk to Villain.

[shadowbender19]

And we’re back folks, if not a few days late. Sorry about that, I had to write a classics essay, of all things, so that held me up a tad. Despite that, here are my live thoughts and reactions for the new (and final :( ) Heartless video. Enjoy!

Alastor

“Curse of the hollow” is a vibe of a name, also I giving me Molly flashbacks

Ah yes, Genshin, something that I definitely know about (sarcastic)

Mythology vibes? We Stan

I love the attitude of, even if it gets scrapped or the comic never gets made, its fine, its fun to make. It’s a great philosopher towards creation

Yeah, he do be a vampire

Black hole/void magic is so cool. The audio it brings to mind is stunning

I love a spooky arm

The stars are plot significant

You can tell that I love the spooky arm thing, cause it is the main aesthetic of one of my D&D characters lol

Lorelei

I hate spelling her name, brain says no

I know that poster girl is a very common phrase, but for Lorelei specifically, it gives such a strong image. Those huge theatre posters that can’t fit on your wall, yeah that

Shoutout to all the people who did the black swan fanart

(Notes app tried to correct ‘fanart’ to ‘canary’ apple explain)

Ah yes, bird

Lorelei’s outfit being even slightly based on a wrestler is such a vibe. I don’t know what that vibe is, but it is indeed a vibe

Star placement is once again iconic. I feel like I’ll be saying that a lot tonight

The idea of the Lorelei fandom that almost certain exists in the Heartless universe having wild conspiricy theories about her tattoos gives me life, cause you know they would.

Diana

Cool cowboy + spy is a stunning aesthetic. That post about stealth vs. Russian stealth is strong with this one

The Eye!

As someone going through a Sandman phase, the ideas that come to mind at Diana being based on the Fates are numerous

The wld west vibes + the snakes are stunning.

So many references I don’t understand lol. Is this how my friends feel every time I speak?

Taking the two ‘heavy hitter’ characters and giving them the most ‘big brain strats’ fighting dynamic would make for such fun fights. Especially compared to other random fights that may happen in the series

Lance

The bastard boi!

Yes Alex, make it gayer. As God intended

My screen is small so I cannot see the face. Very sad

Alastor makes Lance captain for one day. He thinks, the guys literally a knight, how bad could it be? Next day Alastor revokes Lance’s position as captain

Alastor walking into a cell block, pointing at Lance and saying that one before walking out as the guards release Lance.

I don’t know why Lance is giving me the strong fan fiction ideas but here we are

He would call his sword teeth

He do be Erza

I actually did watch the video after he mentioned it in the last video. If you haven’t I highly recommend. Stunt people are icons. And nerds apparently

Eira knowing the ex-owners of Lance’s swords is great angst material.

Part of me says ‘armour cool’ Gremlin brain says ‘armour go clang when he walk’

I have not yet mentioned how much I love this specific art style from these videos so I will say so now.

Scales look amazing. That’s the comment

Shiny orange on the armour giving me NRG from ben 10 vibes

Scales on the sword handle. I love the attention to detail

Bandy

My beloved

He do be giving Mr Compress Vibes since day 1

Swap

The personality swap fits are great guys, never stop

(There’s a character in the current fairy tail manga who does something like this in a really fun way. Not relevant just came to mind)

The line between cliche and aesthetic is very thin

When he said, ‘not just normally playing cards’, my brain went straight to the idea of him having an absurd amalgamation of different card sets. Like he has a few Pokemon cards, a yugioh card, maybe something from magic the gathering. Black cards makes a lot more sense

Swap

Contract demons. terrifying

Pretty hair!

Puff go the sleeves

(Good lord my gremlin brain is taking over these comments)

I think I would prefer the banter rather than miming, but that’s just me.

I love this pose

Dock

Dock is probably the character I’ve seen the most fanart of

Right there! Love that he labeled it

Gross and scary and kind of decomposing. Now more people are going to have a crush on him

OMG, he’s an empath

Goop

We love a creepy cleric

“Pause for ADHD moment”

Another creepy arm!

Can’t wait to see this coloured (specifically talking about creepy hand)

“And also, pretty hot” - I have no words. I love

Alex paying specific mention to Dock showing his arm gives me the same vibe as that Tumblr post about the Mandelorians wrist

Love the Disney villain green on this guy

I was right, the creepy arm looked great in colour.

Final thoughts- This new style continues to impress me. I don’t know enough about art to say what’s change, but I absolutely adore it. The way it makes things glow especially sparks joy.

The curse names give me such strong DND vibes, specifically subclasses. But that may just be that bloodhunter subclasses are all order and they use curses. No more Heartless videos makes me sad, I hope that we get more content in the future. It may take some time for me to get excited at the idea of a new concept corner, but I know I will and I know I’ll love it. Heartless has been, and probably will continue to be my comfort YouTube series.

[sticks-and-souls]

8, 22? :)

Thank you so much for sending this ask, I've always wanted to do one of these!!

8. What projects are you currently working on?

Long fics! (mostly) Which ultimately means I’m doing a lot of writing and not a lot of posting. I’ve never posted long fics before and I’m discovering that—because I’m trying to aim for certain places in a story—I need to have a strong foundation in my opening chapters. So I’m reworking them and revising them (hopefully not to death) every time I build another chapter. My two main long fics are:

a) Foxiyo political intrigue! I fell into Foxiyo on tumblr by accident (the way most of us have) and was so in love with them and came up with all these fluffy scenes between them that made me want to try my hand at a multi-chapter fic. Except I had no plot.

e.g.  Me: They’re hiding in a supply closet and overhear critical info! The ambiance! Such atmosphere! 

        Also me: What info, Souls??? How did they get there? How can you describe people plotting against them if you don’t have any plot???

…And in the process of finding any plot, I ended up coming up with a LOT of plot. But I really really like it so far and I’m really proud of the world building that I’ve done on the Coruscant political scene and imagining how Riyo and Fox each exist in that world and how they need support (and find it in each other). I’m hoping to start posting this fall/winter.

b) Maul redemption arc via Force Quest(TM) with Ahsoka. I have no chapters written but an entire outline composed of many staple fleshed out scenes, overall plot/character arcs, and main themes. This started as a casual musing of “what would cause Maul to turn to the Light?” that has ended up tackling the big questions about what makes people do evil acts--and when does that cross the line into them becoming evil people, whether people deserve forgiveness, is the world inherently uncaring, covered with loads of my own interpretations of the Light and Dark sides of the Force. 

In the meantime, I miss actually posting, so I have a thranto short-fic of loosely related one-shots tied together (the thranto brain rot is so real) that I’m trying to fit in to my writing time, and also the vibes for Battle Scars just refuse to let up and I have a 3rd chapter idea that’s starting to take shape. 

I have two other WIP ideas with enough of the plot/narrative sketched out that I haven’t let them go yet, but based on how long it takes for me to write content for the projects above that I really care about, I’m not sure I’ll ever get to them. (but if anybody goes rabid over them posted here I’ll consider them more closely). They are:

a) Codywan Pride and Prejudice AU. It would be a parody vibe and I would be trying to practice writing humor but I watched P&P this summer and I think my idea of execution is solid. 

b) Rexsoka Modern-day Road Trip AU. I actually really love this one and if I come back to Rexsoka, I would love to do this. Anakin wants to do the Great American Road Trip for his bachelor party; themes include coming of age, you can never go home but maybe that’s not as bad as it sounds, and found family. 

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

If you define writing as “opening a file and starting to create a chapter that will eventually make it to AO3”, then, for the most part, yes (Battle Scars being the glaring exception). The details of that ending are vague, but if I were to give a summary of the entire work, I can tell you the sentence that describes the ending before I decide to start writing. In fact, it’s usually the realization that I have enough plot/character points for a full story that incentivizes me to finally start writing “Chapter One”. 

That said, at least 75% of my “writing time” is a Notes file with my story ideas and completely informal scene sketches. Even for my two “probably never write this” ideas above, I have Notes files several pages long outlining the plot points, random scene details, story ambiance, and even some dialogue for key scenes that I didn’t want to forget. And I seriously will probably never find time to write them. 

Thanks again for asking and I would honestly love to ask these same questions back to you!

[ginoeh]

Shipper Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @tj-dragonblade , thank you!

What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don’t care about anymore?

As a teenager... well, that was quite a while ago lol. I suppose that would have been Harry/Draco. First fandom, first queer pairing, first smut stories. I was such a sweet sweet summer child XD The early 00s were wild

Which ship would you consider your first one?

Soooo. Funny story. Way back when, I got into fanfiction via fanfiction.net. You know how their filter system is bad/non-existent? Yeah. Little me, on her first outing to ffnet, didn’t know how to operate the character settings. I clicked on the first story on the top of the first page of the HP section. It was a Snape/Hermione star-crossed lover deal. It flash-fried my brain, taught me content curation in a crash course and incidentially made me partial to the ship for quite a few years...

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

See above lol. I will never ever forget the experience. I tried to find that story later for downloading (like an ugly beloved keepsake ig lol) but never managed.

If you mean fanfic I've written: it was gen.

Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of?

Kakashi/Obito

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

Nope. Scraped by a few times since I entered the tumblr bubble but managed to stay out of it. I don’t get the point. It's freaking fictional characters in fictional worlds. Go touch grass or something instead... (but you will make me fucking mad if you try to drag me into these things with wild ad hom accusations based on what i ship or dont ship)

Did you used to have a NOTP or have one currently?

No, not really. It's only ever preferences. There are some I dislike due to my own hc/inability to suspend my disbelief but I wouldn’t call them NOTPs. I just don’t read them.

Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?

Dreamling

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

I actually dislike the term OTP. It's a scale of preferences for me. There are few (read: none) fav characters that I can only see with one love interest (and anyway, sometimes i do prefer plot over love story. wild take i know) and the more time I spend in a fandom the more I diversify.

Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting into?

I don’t get this question, sorry. If I'm interested, I'll search it out. Even if the fandom is old. AO3 is an archive for exactly that reason.

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they’re kind of interesting?

Not that I can think of, at the moment!

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Probably? I'm not clear on what all one is getting cancelled over this week/month/year by which group of 'concerend bystanders'. I suppose I might get cancelled for the mentioned Hermione/Snape?

What is your favourite crack ship?

I'm so glad you asked. It's clearly Dream/Helm (thank you for that @writing-for-life ) Or Gollum/The One Ring (thanks go to Neil himself here). Or - actually, never mind lol.

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

At the moment it's Dreamling. But I cycle through fandoms/pairings periodically...(btw im looking for more Johanna/Death? If anyone could point me in the right direction?)

What do most of your ships have in common?

At least one character has a dark/unknown/violent/tragic past (they can be victim or perpetrator!!! I'm all for character development babey)

What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

I don’t hate ships? As I said above. Possibly the reduction on 'I can fix him/her' or 'my love will save him/her from depression/"the darkness"/etc.' but that is mostly a matter of the author's style of crafting characterization and plot and has nothing to do with the ship itself.

I'm tagging @bazzybelle , @seiya-starsniper , @writing-for-life if you want to or maybe just point me towards your post if you've done it already?

[knowlesian]

my last post and the shameless mountain goats reference i threw in there got me thinking about one of my favorite story beats, because it combines a lot of character work and thematic oomph in one: ed being a victim of his own legend and ability to protect himself by hiding in plain sight + codeswitch into the version of himself that best suits the company/situation he’s in, in many ways but often most visibly through his interactions with izzy.

my take on “is blackbeard real or fake” has always been “yes”; blackbeard is pieces of ed filtered and strained and assembled and pruned down in ways that scarred him even as they kept him safe, in ways that are very sad and often stretching the definition of safe as far as ed’s personal definition of murder. nonetheless: it got him to the place he's at, still alive. could he have done it another way? who knows! that was the way he did it, it's the way he knows will work because it did work.

or: he thinks he knows that. but the legend was never all of ed and in fact demanded he spotlight pieces of himself he doesn't like so much a lot and repress a lot of the things that make him feel good, it’s not helping/hurting anymore. it’s just dragging him down.

so ed is sick of the blackbeard schtick; and here’s the rub. if he’d been worse at the art of personal fuckery alongside the pirate type, maybe none of this is happening. the world never knows his name; or worse, once he gets spotted as a man who won't kill they mock it. 

that version of ed does not attract izzy ‘ask me about my boner for the sunk cost fallacy’ hands, or does not keep him. because izzy has built his identity around ed’s legend; who is blackbeard’s first mate, if there is no blackbeard? who the fuck even is izzy hands, if he’s not seated at the right hand of edward teach?

now. you would hope, in a better world, that izzy would be like you know, edward, the thing here is: you wanting something different involves emotional consequences for me. i would have to figure out my whole life over again and i am simultaneously con o’neill’s age and emotionally sixteen like the real world me was, so you can see that would be super complicated. i have so fucking much baggage and you are just adding to it, and i do not like that. also: this fucks up my work situation and my home life at once, it makes me feel sad and abandoned and itchy in ways i do not wish to label with words because they would be gay ones like ‘please don’t leave me, i love you and i thought it was mutual’ so like... world rocked, thoroughly and in ways that make me want to rant until past last call, in conclusion this sucks and i think it's twenty mistakes in a trenchcoat, some of them maybe life threatening! i wish you would not.

and then he would step back and let ed make his own fucking choices anyway and either do the work to figure himself out in the same space or finally grab those cds from the car and find his own place to do the same, because a shitty fact of adult life is sometimes people cannot be what we want or need. sometimes that is because they suck: sometimes, it’s just because they can’t or don't want to, and that isn't them being mean or withholding. they don't owe us more than the basic kindness and dignity we all owe to each other just because we put in our hours longing for them to do so. that’s some toxic, entitled shit. understandable! an impulse i share at times! but we should never be That Guy (gender neutral) because the friendzone doesn’t actually exist and nobody deserves to win someone else as a prize for hanging around long enough and driving them to the airport. that’s just called being friends, etc.

izzy is sadly currently stuck on being That Guy. so instead of realizing ed is an adult man and can make his own choices, even if izzy thinks they're bad ones, he fucking panics and starts swinging around and finally runs to big daddy england to make stede bonnet stooooooooop (messing with ed’s brain).

and of course he does something like that! he thinks a relationship is when you metaphorically own each other and when you can only be tender after putting your right foot in and then putting it out before once again putting it in and then proceeding to shake it all about, violent rituals unlock love style. he’s a desperate man in a hell entirely of his own making.

and so is ed, in this entirely different way but stuck in his own fucking orbit as firmly as izzy, only ed is trying to claw his way up and out to see what else he can be, while izzy would do juuuust about anything (including lick the king’s boots) to stay the same forever.

that’s some tragic shit. i love this writing team, the end.

[hext00ns]

Springtime Slog {@sicktember}

AO3 l!nk in comments

Ships: Miles/Phoenix / Miles & Phoenix & Gumshoe

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Description: Miles has never been a fan of springtime due to his regularly scheduled allergies. Phoenix takes it upon himself to help.

{Sicktember 2022 Day 13: Seasonal / Pet Allergies}

The prosecutor walked into the main lobby of the court house. His entire face felt swollen and disgusting. Half of it was currently covered with a white mask but anyone with two eyes and half a brain could see by just his eyes that he was practically a zombie.

Luckily, a man matching that criteria happened to notice the other from across the room.

“You look awful,” Phoenix greeted once he’d walked close enough to be heard.

Miles turned to him and gave the other a glare. “An astute observation, Wr-“ he was cut off by a loud sneeze.

“Maybe you should go home and rest,” Phoenix responded, ignoring Miles’ snippish reply.

“I’m fine,” the prosecutor argued. Though the congested sound of his voice betrayed his words. “Besides, I have work that must be done.”

“Can’t someone else do that?” Phoenix questioned, putting a hand to his hip. “I mean you are High Prosecutor. Don’t you have, like, Payne or someone you can shove work off to for a day?”

Miles scoffed. “You really think I would trust that fool to do anything important? There’s a reason he’s almost exclusively on rookie cases.” He began walking down the hall, only for Phoenix to follow him. Not that he expected anything less. “Besides, it’s nothing serious. Just allergies.”

“Oh right, I almost forgot you always turn into goo during spring.”

“I do not ‘turn to goo’,” Miles huffed. “I’m just a bit under the weather. Not that it matters.”

“Don’t you have meds or something for that?”

“Of course.”

“Then why are you walking around half covered in snot?”

Miles stopped walking and turned on his heels to look at the other. “Is there a reason you feel the need to interrogate me?”

Phoenix skidded to his own stop and put his hands up defensively. “Woah, woah. No interrogation. I was just asking.”

Miles breathed a harsh sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, save your questions for cross examinations. I really don’t have time for this.”

“Wait,” Phoenix grabbed at him to keep him from walking off again, “at least let me take you to the cafe for some tea or something. It’ll probably help with your throat and stuff.”

Miles decided not to ask how in the hell Phoenix could tell his throat was sore. Though, knowing the other attorney it was possible he took a shot in the dark and still hit the bullseye. He only gave another sigh and said, “Fine. If it will get you off my back long enough so I can do my work.”

Phoenix gave the other a triumphant smile and led him towards the court cafeteria. They both picked out a blend and made their respective teas before sitting at one of the tables.

Whoever thought that using a Keurig coffee machine as a makeshift tea kettle was going to be brought in for a talk regarding their salary, Miles decided as he forced down the first few sips of his Lady Grey.

“This is disgusting,” he hissed out finally.

“I mean, yeah,” Phoenix chuckled. “But it’s better than just downing hot water.”

“Mm, not by much,” Miles mumbled. However, Phoenix was right about it helping his throat. It was still a bit sore but it didn’t hurt as bad to talk.

The two sat in a comfortable silence as they sipped their teas. Miles knew he couldn’t stay much longer, he really did have work to attend to for the day. However, there was something nice about this. Just… existing with the other. Being cared for even if only in such a small way. It, admittedly, meant a lot to him.

After a bit, he heard a familiar voice call out to them. When he turned he noticed Detective Gumshoe jogging over to them.

“Heya, Mista Edgeworth! Heya, pal!” he greeted them both with his usual booming voice. “I grabbed those meds for ya!” The detective said as he handed over a box of allergy medication to Miles.

“I didn’t ask for-” he stopped and looked up at Phoenix.

The defense attorney was sipping his tea in an attempt to hide a smile. Looking back down at the box, Miles noted that it was the very brand he always got. Though, he would be more likely to assume that bit was courtesy of the good detective and less the meddlesome attorney.

“How the hell did you know?”

“Know what? That you were out of your meds?”

That caught Miles by surprise all on his own. It was one thing for Phoenix to assume that he had forgotten to take them that morning; which would have been the much more obvious deduction. However, it was another to believe that Miles had run out completely and be correct.

Phoenix, however, only smiled. “I remember you complaining the other day that you haven’t had time to go shopping lately. That and the fact that your allergies are, like, a million times worse than normal. And you hardly ever screw up your daily habits even at your worst. It was just a guess but.” He didn't continue, only shrugged.

Miles sat agape at the other. Finally, he let out a humored breath and tore open the package. “You truly are something else, Wright.”

[michaelmilligan]

Endversetober Day One: Run

(explanation post) (compilation post)

Adam ran.

While he'd never been very interested in running, or sports in general, it turned out he was kind of good at it. At least given the right motivation.

Being chased by zombies was a pretty solid motivation, it turned out.

When you said that the world was in a 'complicated state', he said, purely in his head, because he needed his freaking breath to keep running.

YES? The being in his head answered idly, but loudly. (Which seemed to be the only volume he had available.) It still made Adam jump every time he talked. Every time the blue hot molasses of archangel moved inside of him, stirred next to his... mind? Soul?

Because apparently souls existed, like, for real. And angels and God and all of that were real, too.

Why, then, were there fucking zombies coming after him?

I didn't exactly picture this, Adam said as he broke through a treeline. And came to a grinding halt as he spotted even more zombies ahead of him. Ah, fuck.

He winced when he realized that particular thought had been sent to the archangel in his head, but Michael only reacted with mild interest.

WHY ARE YOU EVEN RUNNING? he asked.

So I don't get eaten by freaking zombies. Again.

AGAIN? Michael echoed, but the matter of how Adam had died took a backseat as the zombies advanced on them. GIVE ME THE BODY.

Wha- Before Adam could consciously move away – however that even worked, giving up control of your body – Michael pushed into the driver's seat.

For a moment, everything went black, Adam being cut off from the senses of his own body. Then, when he was oriented enough to look again, the zombies were all dead.

Well, deader than before. Actually unmoving now.

Wait, you can do that? Adam asked incredulously.

I'M AN ARCHANGEL. DID YOU REALLY THINK A FEW SLOBBERING, CORRUPTED HUMANS COULD HURT ME?

Then why did you let me run from them for ten minutes?! Maybe it was inappropriate to blow up in an angel's face – mind? – like this, but Adam had really been toyed with and eaten alive by gruesome monsters  more than enough.

IT WAS HARDLY EVEN FIVE MINUTES, Michael just said. I SUPPOSE I NEVER SHOULD HAVE LET YOU TAKE OVER THE BODY IN THE FIRST PLACE.

No no no, that part isn't the issue!

Honestly, Adam had no great desire to pilot the body when there was apparently a zombie apocalypse going on, but he also didn't want to be trapped in the back of his own mind, stuck just watching said apocalypse play out.

Which was funny, he supposed, because he had said yes to helping with the whole actual apocalypse business. Like, end of the world, ushering in paradise, all that good stuff, apocalypse.

Is this what brings about paradise? he asked cautiously. Zombies eating everyone's brains?

Sure, he'd never expected the end of the world to be filled with rainbows and unicorns, but this... this seemed off, somehow. Weren't plagues only sent by God as punishments?

THEY DON'T EAT BRAINS, AS FAR AS I KNOW, Michael said cagily as he manoeuvred Adam's body over some debris.

Whatever had happened in this town, it hadn't been pretty, judging from the thrashed store-fronts and the partially crumbled buildings all around them. There were bodies, too, and Adam felt the urge to check them for life signs, to see if there were any survivors. But his body currently wasn't his, and besides – what if those people did stand up again, and tried to take a bite out of him?

Out of them. They were two now, a human and an archangel sharing the same body.

Weird times apparently called for weird measures, or whatever.

What are we doing in the middle of the hot zone, anyway? Adam asked for probably the third time. But it wasn't his fault that Michael was bad at giving straight answers, or that Adam was anxious as hell over everything that was going on down here.

When they'd entered the fenced-in zone, he had asked Michael about radioactivity. He'd just said that Adam didn't need to worry about that.

He hadn't exactly told him what to worry about instead.

Which were apparently freaking zombies.

Michael gave something like a sigh. It was admittedly difficult to interpret an archangel's thoughts, the flood of images, sounds and colours always overwhelming. But Adam was pretty sure that the strong gust of wind that almost mentally knocked him over was a sigh.

AS I ALREADY TOLD YOU, WE'RE LOOKING FOR MY LANCE. AND GABRIEL WAS LAST SEEN IN THIS AREA.

And Gabriel is the guy who nicked your lance?

A wave of something else overwhelming crashed against Adam, like the tide throwing him over, then pulling him under.

Holy moly. Was that amusement?

YES, THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL IS THE 'GUY' WHO STOLE IT, Michael said.

Right. Of course it was another archangel they were talking about. Because what even was Adam's life. (After-life? Second life?)

Why did he take it?

HM?

Why did another angel take your lance?

I'M NOT SURE. POSSIBLY SPITE. Michael stopped in front of a building, sizing it up and down with Adam's eyes for a moment before ducking inside.

Angels can feel spite? Adam asked, astonished. This didn't line up with what Pastor Joe had been preaching him. Aren't angels supposed to be perfect beings?

WE ARE, Michael said, but only after a pause.

But there's infighting?

GABRIEL IS... WELL, HE RAN AWAY AND FAKED HIS OWN DEATH. THAT SHOULD TELL YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW.

He what??

IT WAS ALL VERY DRAMATIC. Another Adam-was-pretty-sure-it-was-a-sigh. HE'S ALWAYS BEEN PRONE TO SUCH ANTICS.

Huh. Since when have you guys known each other? Adam asked as they climbed some stairs. He wasn't sure if Michael thought the lance was here, or if he was just looking for a good vantage point or something, but he didn't question it.

SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME. When they came upon a hole in the steps that was too big to jump over, Michael stopped again. It looked like something had fallen through the steps – oh, yeah, the piano that was lying crushed on the ground floor could have been the culprit.

Adam would have wondered how he could even see that from all the way up here, but the casualness with which Michael had mentioned the beginning of time had thrown him for a bit of a loop.

Oh, right. Yeah. Of course two archangels had known each other forever. What had Adam been thinking?

There was a sudden lurch, as if their body was violently thrown through space and time and any other dimension that existed, and then they were suddenly standing on the other side of the hole in the stairs.

What the fuck was that? Adam asked when he'd caught his metaphorical breath again.

HM? Michael just made, continuing his trek upwards.

That... how did you... the hole...

I FLEW OVER IT.

That was flying?!

YES.

They'd arrived at the top of the stairs, and Michael pushed open a security door that had somehow survived whatever had wrecked the rest of this place. It creaked pitifully for a moment until it popped off its hinges and fell, with a slightly comical delay, forwards onto the roof.

It was a flat roof with a low wall surrounding it, made out of the same grey material as the rest of the building. Adam's grandfather would have thrown a fit over this, ranting about accumulating rain water and snow.

HM, Michael made again, but this time not at Adam.

At least Adam was pretty sure of that.

What is it? he asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

I DON'T THINK GABRIEL IS IN THIS TOWN ANYMORE.

How do you know?

HIS TRAIL ENDS HERE. Michael stepped closer to the edge of the roof, letting Adam's eyes roam the surrounding buildings.

Wait, you're tracking him? How?

I HAVE MY WAYS.

Adam sighed. Mentally. It wasn't like he had control of his lungs right now.

He wasn't even sure if Michael was using his lungs, if they were breathing at all.

Got it. The archangel Michael works in mysterious ways.

THEY'RE NOT VERY MYSTERIOUS, I JUST DON'T THINK YOU'D UNDERSTAND, Michael said easily.

Wow. Rude. Adam scowled (again, mentally), then quickly added: I mean, you're probably right. But still rude.

Another wave of amusement hit him, throwing him off balance. By the time he was oriented again, they had already flown somewhere else.

[galacticlamps]

Tag 9 ppl you want to get to know better

tagged by @observethewalrus​

First ship: I genuinely don’t know? And now that I’m realizing I don’t know I’m actually a tiny bit sad about that. I’d started writing things that can only be described as fanfiction long before I was old enough to be online and before we evolved past dial-up in my house & being on the computer became simple enough to not feel like a hassle anyway - which is all just to say that when I did wind up interacting with fannish communities later on, fanfic specifically wasn’t something totally new to me so I never had vivid memories of my first experiences of it. As a kid fanfic was what you basically had to do when you reached the end of any media you’d even somewhat enjoyed and the author rather rudely neglected to go on telling the story infinitely - so I think it must’ve been a while before shipping became a major thing on my radar, and it probably happened gradually. I do distinctly remember finding it a little ironic in high school that so much online/tumblr specific fandom was about shipping, and I was in multiple fandoms and had several ships, but I didn’t have any big passionate (or even non-canon & in need of defending) ships for my main fandom, which was always Doctor Who - though at the time, just nuwho. There, the only things I could be said to ship were pretty straightforward pairings like the Ponds, Doctor/River, Jack/Ianto, etc. - and I’m guessing whatever things I had that counted as ships before I got into fandom were similar to those, just a kind of passing approval of/investment in ships that were already well-established elements of their source material.

Three Ships: well Two/Jamie always (connected to the above tangent, I was involved in fandom for close to a decade before I came across them, but I’d never found cause to use the term otp before then), and at the moment the other ships taking up the next-most space in my brain are probably Ben/Polly and Geordi/Data

Last Song: Ruin by the Amazing Devil (I remember it playing as I drove home last night)

Last Movie: ah see I’m actually quite bad about watching movies/even remembering they exist. There’s a real possibility the most recent one was The Final Frontier, simply because I’ve been doing a long slow chronological trek through Star Trek, and I’m currently in the early 90s so I know I must have watched that one at some point in the last year or so, and more recently than any of the ones that came out before it

Currently Reading: Ok this I’m legitimately embarrassed about, because I’m not normally anywhere near this slow with books at all, and neither of these are bad, boring, or even slow-paced, it’s solely a matter of how horribly hectic & unpredictable my life’s been for the last few months - but I’ve been both near the end of Bare-Arsed Banditti and a couple hundred pages deep into The Two Towers since the end of August (I hate that fact so much but I need to admit it. It’s available information on my Storygraph account anyway it should not be so hard to say)

Currently Consuming: Twining’s Irish Breakfast tea, black. I am often consuming twining’s irish breakfast tea black

Currently Craving: a break - or maybe just routine in general? I’ve been doing a lot of overlapping freelance work lately: short-term projects that don’t last long enough to allow for anything like ‘time off’ & have all the busy-ness of full-time without any of the stability, which kinda feels like the worst of both worlds tbh. 2022 was a rough year for me for that in general, but it got especially bad in the fall & winter and I’m hoping to get a better handle on my own schedule in the next few weeks one way or another, but I’m sorry to anyone I’ve kinda ghosted in the interim

Tagging: @uighean​ @terryfphanatics​ @seismologically-silly​ and anybody else who wants to do it!

[teenagemutantninjatrauma]

I think the reason you radio au keeps haunting the back of my brain is the outsider pov, social media fic(technically kinda), the turtles interacting with humans, bonding with humans, people loving and caring and worrying about the turtles like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

simce it's a pretty common perception in the fandom that the turtles start as teens in the series and end as adults do you have that with your fic too? What age range are the turtles? I'm curious if any listeners ever pick up on how young the turtles sound sometimes

Okay, first thing first: YES EXACTLY, I LOVE OUTSIDER POV STORIES (and social media fics as well).

Second, my plan is to start the fic somewhere around the second season (I don’t wanna tell you when but hey, I’m sure y’all can figure it out — when’s the prime time to start broadcasting about what goes on in New York?), and though I’m gonna probably be vague with the ages, they’re all around fifteen.

Note: I headcanon, outside of this AU, that they never really figured out for sure which one of them is oldest and Splinter more so based it on how fast they hit different developmental stages - Leo started walking on two legs consistently and with little trouble first, Raph and Donnie would always use each other for support, and Mikey always got dragged everywhere so he didn’t really need to walk much and learned last. So that’s a good enough reason to believe Leo might be the oldest, right? Splinter also started counting their age from the day he met them, soooo.. they’re all the same age to him lmao. Maybe they picked their birthdays from a calendar, when they expressed curiosity in birthdays. Splinter never celebrated his birthday before same as Halloweens, Christmases, all the other holidays — he’s a rat, and I feel like Yoshi nor the Ancient One were big on American holidays or holidays in general with their fairly humble way of life. Where would Splinter learn about any of this before having four sons in New York? (Shoutout also to the fic “Age Is Nothing But A Number” by ceraxxxx on AO3 for writing about the fucked up fact that like. Splinter’s a rat. What are the chances before the mutation he was more than like… two years old?)

(This is not all that important but it WILL come up in my fic at one point >:) y’all just get to hear the ramble now!)

Third, and this is where shit gets messy, so watch out: in my AU we are following two different groups — a group that already believes/knows that mutant turtles exist because they’ve seen them, and a group of radio listeners/fans. These are separate groups with different knowledge to share, and you gotta remember that the first group doesn’t know about the radio yet!

So, for the ninja turtle believers — the opinions are mixed. The turtles don’t *sound* all that young, with their respective voices they could be any age between fifteen and fourty honestly (this is something I’m blaming on the mutation being a result of alien fuckery — the mutagen was definitely meant to turn biological life forms into ones more intelligent, since they purposely used it on Leatherhead, but an alien’s not gonna know what you should sound like at a certain age! You’re an alien to them!) and so the opinions differ a lot. The turtles also don’t really give much information on this, since usually if they’re interacting with people, there’s more pressing matters to attend to — fires, falling buildings, sinking ships, bad guys making a mess… so it’s not like any of them ever went “hi I’m Michelangelo (15) he/they/she pansexual, my hobbies include superheroes and kicking ass, turtlephobes dni” y’know? They don’t usually have time to give you much information because if you’re seeing ninja turtles you are in current massive danger!

There’s also people who believe that these monsters are not actually mortal! Plenty of religions find some sort of long age symbolism in turtles and plenty more have turtle spirits or deities, so what if these are less pets flushed into sewers and more guardian angels of some sort?

But. There’s people who have spotted them in comics stores. There’s people who have heard them tease each other and make immature jokes and get hung up on who the eldest is, and it’s all very reminiscent of children when put together, right?

They never have any real proof (unless someone just manages to find them and ask, I guess) but the Sightings Group cares for the turtles regardless of their age anyways.

On the other side, OH, the listeners of the radio definitely pick up on it - at the start, when he’s just broadcasting for funsies, Mikey doesn’t really guard himself as much as he probably should, and occasionally the turtles do mention living with their dad or bicker about their ages. And, when they start interacting with their fans, they do eventually have to be like “um hey guysss haha we’re like. Underage so could you pls be normal about this thank youuu” and boy oh boy am I writing something very much resembling fandom behavior following after that because people are nor always normal about this stuff <3

If or when these two groups do interact, though, you bet your shells that they’re gonna be a little fucked up about it together :D

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I have 3 other projects that I'm currently working on. It took me a whole day to gain the courage and the motivation to start on this. I can't tell if I have ADHD, anxiety, or both.

My anxiety rips from my stomach, my chest, my throat. Rocks explode and lava molts, volcanoes are a way to describe it. I thought my volcanoes have long stopped erupting, little me would be fucking curious if she found out that I am just as bad (maybe worse) then when her volcanoes stopped flowing. Talking is jail, it's a sure way to die. Opening my mouth, speaking sentences is a death sentence. Mouth closing like I've never drank, like I glued it with the intention of fixing what hadn't even broken yet.

Loud, so shitting loud. Can't even speak… I can't live without it. In my head, in my brain there's always some guys speaking. It's not always bad (it mostly is), and it's fun. it's distracting, its dopamine, sometimes I can go half depersonalization on command. I think that's just me daydreaming though, I can't tell yet. Since I've gained consciousness, I've never had a moment of clarity. Just one thought, going through my mind. One simple sentence in my head, nobody's yells echoing throughout my mind.

I can't speak but if I don't speak, then I'll be left behind. I can't stop fidgeting, even when all I want is calm. I can't stop screaming, even when nothing comes out. My anxiety masks my ADHD.

The people I hold close, the people i'm used to, the silence that I recognize makes my volcanoes stop erupting. Lavas harden, rocks are calm. Mouth flows between volcanoes, creating lakes flowing into oceans. I don't think, I don't worry about what to say. My anxiety doesn't control me, (even for a moment). My ADHD is a blessing, (even for a moment).

I get loud, I saunter off to different topics. Not caring about the future, past, or present. I simply live with the people I love.

Somebody whispers, somebody's words echoes through me whole. I get back. The volcanoes are alighting, rivers are hard rocks, and my head screams for me to talk. My mouth is non-existent. Talking doesn't matter, not when I'm struggling to even breathe.

A wrong word, a wrong move. I lose my progress. It's all one step forward, yet always going back. I can't just be. I apologize for my being, for my behavior, for it all. I apologize I over-apologize, It's annoying I know. But, if I don't apologize for my whole being, then I can't shake off the guilt of being.

It's futile, sometimes even when I apologize to hell and back. I still can't breathe, my guilt eats me away. I feel the guilt of her, my teenhood, I feel all my wrongdoings and more. It's so numb.

I can rip out my legs and still feel like I need a new pair of lungs. It's so hard to breathe, through my nose or even my mouth.

I get quiet, my head bounces. I want to rip it all out, I don't fucking make sense. I scrutinize everything I do and nonsense is in everything I do.

I can't tell them. Telling my closest friends, telling the people I love. It's scary. I know they care (I'm terrified of them leaving). I know they are so kind, I know I can get better with their help. But, those 10 minutes of uncomfortness. Those 10 minutes needed for me to admit I need help and support. It's selfish. Is it worth it making them go through pain that I've been able to bear since forever.

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Tsukasa’s got a really interesting mental state--! I wanna add a little to Bird’s thoughts here.... it feels as if, his ability to perceive time/order events properly is scrobbled, as a result of the Nowhere space/Red House. 

This story is itself, disordered. We now know Tsukasa met Nene-chan at age 4... and Amane met her briefly at both 8, and 13. Tsukasa seems to be the most cognizant of what he’s doing, but not at some cost. He’s not quite well put together... but for what he’s managing, its impressive. 

He doesn’t seem to easily respond to people/things coherently or appropriately. And it seems to take him at times a second to ‘catch up’ with where he currently is, and what’s happened....

(what difference does 10 or 20 or 50 years make, to someone like Tsukasa? He’s not even kind of right about ‘how long its been’ if we consider maybe ‘time of death’ as the ‘last time’ (pretending the roof never happened).... he accidentally sees this as their ‘first meeting’ but, woops-- ah, it’s not!)

Every time Tsukasa sees Amane, he’s excited and exuberant and defaults to complete and utter joy as if it’s the first time he’s seen him in years--!! 

I often feel like Tsukasa both interacts with Amane as if they were just picking back up where they left off in their touchy-feely childhood.... and also hasn’t seen him in ages.... at once somehow. He seems really bad at remembering ‘where they last left off’. Whatever vibes they are presently upon, Tsukasa’s not good at keeping tabs.... the oeuvre of being together all the time, and missing Amane for a long time, are all mushed together in his little pea brain.

The Red House itself seemed to exist outside of time, so while Tsukasa was gone for ~6-8mo in the living breathing timeline, it’s clear many, many people passed through the Red House (and it was an infamous/ominous feature for long enough that grandma Minamoto and others involved in the unknown were speaking of it), and it persisted outside of those literal constraints (as it literally was where Amane was living, but ‘kept’ Tsukasa inside its other-worldly boundary, etc etc, obvious mumbo-jumbo).

We really don’t know how to measure ‘how long’ Tsukasa spent there, at 4. But I think between this, and the likely ~50 years as Amane’s Yorishiro in Hanako’s (as of yet unseen) boundary, time has become sortof... disordered, for Tsukasa. Reality is a tangle.... he’s adapted wholly to a mindset which is abnormal. He’s good at moving through it for a greater plan, but he trips and bungles a bit once he’s got to have conversations at all.

He doesn’t seem to always know where in the timeline he’s at or what timeline he’s precisely in. I like how he seeks this anchor from Nene very earnestly:

.... if anything, I think Tsukasa can’t react to events in a ‘normal’ way at all due to his bizarre experiences, which make up the bulk of his existence....

I’m always curious about the Red House incident. It feels as if, once the timeline-possibility to return to Amane is opened up to Tsukasa’s mind-- something that wasn’t ever going to happen on his own (making it officially Kou and Nene’s fault, lol)-- he starts experiencing those memories dawning upon him, as the timelines form ??? That’s my best interpretation of this scene... glass shards in this manga always represent memories (you’ll see them most commonly during Yorishiro breaking, but you’ll also see them peppered about in little ways while any character is reminiscing about something).

..... it seems like a new timeline manifests as he percolates for the first time, the idea of returning. This timeline didn’t exist before, but it does now.... Does this sort of thing happen... often, to Tsukasa? As events unfold, does he have to process the eventualities and consequences as potential memories entering his psyche? What’s it like to merge with a God? What is a God’s perception of time/space/memory? How does his human psyche fare?  Maybe Tsukasa has great reason to always seem out of it and ditzy, while also being a sortof chessmaster ... 

...I don’t think words like ‘traumatized’ or ‘stressed’ apply to Tsukasa at all, though ‘disordered’ applies in droves to him.