#fat worm of error

[gianttankeh]

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[bluemoonbun]

Reader is implied to like feminine things, though gender identity is kept ambiguous.

Damian was a good brother. That’s what he always told himself. He was a good brother, a good son. He was cold, rude, and erudite, but he was able and willing to help anyone who needed it.

When he arrived at Wayne manor, Bruce told him the general run down of why you were to be avoided when it came to anything vigilante related. You were still pure, a year younger than Damian but without any of the pain. The only one in the Wayne manor that could have a shot at becoming a normal person. Damian envied that, but kept it to himself. His anger often boiled to the top, drops of green venom dripping from his mouth when you tried to annoy him into spending time with you.

Your complaints of him ignoring you was scalding water on his already raw nerves. Why would you complain about not being the center of attention for five damn seconds? He would trade anything for the life you had. A life where you could lay around after school and never worry about a rogue bullet lodging itself in your arm, or a poisonous plant releasing psychedelic spores into an open wound.

You could and would never join the Robins. You were weak; it was in your blood. Always sickly, always the pacifist. You wouldn't survive a day in his life. And you weren't living his life; you were living his dream.

But apparently the effort the family was putting in wasn’t enough.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed that the manor felt… off about two weeks before the fight with Joker. He couldn’t trace it for the life of him at first. When he realized by the second week that he hadn’t spoken to you in days, or really seen you around the manor at all, he wrote off the worms writhing in his stomach. You must’ve been busy with a class assignment and had little time to annoy him with your demands of time together.

After the fight, however, he was a war of a thousand emotions. How dare you leave them? Why would you turn away an easy life fat on nepotism for a group of murderers, con men, the dredges of Gotham’s society?

Were you truly that desperate to be acknowledged that you’d turn your back on the family who did everything for you? He hopes you’re happy there, since you were clearly so upset at not being given attention.

Over time, however, things start to change. A few days after Jason made a full recovery, Damian looked at one of the drones Tim managed to get a chunk of code from. It took a lot of trial and error, and the development of an entirely new program to grab some of the code before it bricked itself, and enough all nighters and energy drinks that any doctor would faint, but it was managed. The code was dense, optimized to work with the least bloat possible, well tagged variables, and even a handful of comments in the code.

//Buy Bane those Boston Donuts from the donut shop on 5th //Why does this code need to be here so it doesn’t auto brick itself. What is in the code protecting it from the wrath of God //Louie likes Texas barbecue ribs. Possible treat? //DO NOT FEED THEM WHOLE RIBS. COOKED BONES BAD. //SINCE WHEN WAS THIS VARIABLE A STRING??? IT WAS AN INT 5 LINES AGO //Help the hopeless lesbians get together. //Would Harley and Ivy dating make Harley my mom or Ivy my big sister? Both???

His eyes skimmed the retrieved comments, laughing at a few. It seems that Bane, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn were the most common subjects of the notes, though a few mentioning the Iceberg lounge asking what non-alchoholic drink you’d like added, or Riddler offering you another puzzle to keep your mind active. Even Joker was mentioned, though it seemed mostly transactional.

It was strange seeing you in this light. You seemed to have a lot of spice in you, but a heart made of gold. You were definitely surprised whenever one othe villains offered to take you on some trip to amusement parks, regular parks, even just willingly watching anime with you. It was odd to see. Surely someone at the house did those things with you? He didn’t but he was extremely busy with school and vigilantism. Jason was legally dead, so surely he had all the time in the world.

“How was I supposed to relate to them? They’re what, 12 and into shit like that one with the cat looking dog thing and the robot girl. I have shit to do. Y’know, managing Crime Alley?”

Well, Dick had come over to hang out plenty of times. Surely he’d spent at least a few hours with you every now and then? “I have an entire team and criminals to manage of in another city, Damian. I don’t have as much time as you think to do whatever it was with them they’d wanted to do”

Maybe Tim? “I have college and stuff, Damian. And I don’t have the energy to put into hanging around them. I’d probably just be sleeping most of the time.

Bruce? “I have to manage you, Gotham, and the Justice League, Damian. I barely have time for myself.”

�� Alfred? “I tried, Master Damian. However I’m constantly pulled thin between so many tasks. Besides, all you have is school most days, and you’ve had summer vacations and weekends. Shouldn’t you’ve had plenty of time to spend with your younger sibling?”

… He did have the most time outside of vigilantism. And it took him a week to realize you were missing.

You had to realize that they were under extreme stress though, right?He couldn’t spend all his free time with you. He had his own friends to hang out with. How were you two even supposed to relate?

One day at dinner, the thoughts were thrashing in his head, slamming against soft tissue and tearing through brain matter. He aimlessly poked at the food on his plate.

“You alright, replacement?” Jason asked, pausing in his extremely rare dinners with everyone else. Alfred had promised him a tray of fudge to take home this time around, and nobody made fudge quite as good as he did.

“… They were gone for two weeks.”

Everyone stopped eating as he continued.

“Two weeks. Two full weeks before they showed up at that fight. Did anyone here even know? I only noticed after a week and assumed they were just holed up in their room with a class assignment or something.” He was rambling. Everyone was quiet and looking at each other. How did it manage to slip past everyone? They were detectives, for Christ’s sake.

They were your family.

—

Dinner ended with guilt wrapping around their throats and pulling.

Eventually, all of them found themselves in your room. It had been emptied, but showed no signs of struggle. All the small items, the comforter, and your clothes were gone. But what was taken left something behind. Copies of photos of you winning state level competitions, letters requesting your attendance at seminars, photos of gold medals and blue ribbons spread across the floor. Most damning of all was the most recent photo. A certificate by some big time tech company being handed to you. Edward Nashton stood behind you, a firm, reassuring hand on your shoulder.

When had this happened? They never remembered hearing of something like this. A news clipping on the back told them it was maybe a week before you left.

“The Wayne prodigy stated that their family had more important things to see to than such an occasion. I can’t imagine something more important that either of my kids being recognized by a multi-million dollar tech company! I remember postponing an anniversary with my husband to celebrate our child placing second in the science fair. But I guess that’s just the Waynes for you!”

That’s just the Waynes to you.

But it’s ok. He can make it better. He can be a good big brother. He can spend time watching anime with you and decorating your room with lace and fairy lights and go makeup shopping with you. You just need to come home. Now.

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[nowimjustastranger]

Just a little gift for my bestie Phoenix, aka @flame-cat, because they were in a car accident recently. But thankfully they're okay! This was actually inspired by an outline for an interaction between the brothers that they shared with me privately, so enjoy 1.5k words worth of stangst y'all!

Ford scrubbed a hand over his face with a frustrated groan, fingers knocking his glasses askew. He couldn’t afford to have his body fail him now, not when he had an exam to study for. But what he wanted didn’t change the fact that his eyes had started to outright refuse to focus on the words in the textbook five minutes ago, an annoyingly persistent migraine pulsing behind his eyes.

To make matters worse, the landline rang. The shrill sound made the bothersome migraine go from a mild three all the way up to a solid eight on his tolerance scale, which made his temper flare. Ford snatched the handset off the cradle with a growl, reluctantly bringing it to his ear.

“Stanford Pines.” He bit out, adjusting his glasses with his free hand so they sat on his nose properly. When his prickly greeting didn’t garner a response outside of what sounded like labored breathing, Ford scowled. Great, it was his mystery caller again. Just what he needed on top of an already stressful day.

“I refuse to keep entertaining these prank calls, so if you call again I’ll be notifying–” Ford began in a stern tone, but he was interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Stanford.”

Stanley. That was Stanley. Why was his brother calling him at –Ford stole a glance at the clock– two in the afternoon? What could he possibly want? Well, whatever it was, he wouldn’t be getting it from Ford. He had already given up so much because of Stanley’s selfishness, he wasn’t about to give him the opportunity to worm his way back into Ford’s life–

“…Sixer?” Stanley asked, a breathless quality to his voice that brought Ford’s anger back down to a simmer. Why did Stanley sound like that? His breathing was short like he wasn’t taking full breaths, but there was still a measured quality to each inhale and exhale like he was breathing that way on purpose.

“How did you get this number?” Ford asked bluntly, bracing his elbow on his desk before letting his forehead drop into the palm of his hand, resigning himself to having this unexpected yet long overdue conversation with his estranged brother. Maybe Stanley had realized the error of his ways and called to apologize? Yeah right, fat fucking chance of that.

“Ma passed it along.” Stanley grunted, his tone laced with pain, and Ford could certainly relate. He didn’t want to be talking to Stanley any more than Stanley wanted to talk to him, which begged the question: why exactly did Stanley call him?

“Of course she did.” Ford grumbled, suddenly feeling every hour of lost sleep hitting him all at once. He was exhausted. He was tired of trying to fend Ma and her mission to reconnect him with his brother off, tired of walking on eggshells during his monthly calls home just to avoid saying the wrong thing and causing unnecessary drama, and he was tired of putting up with the part of him that still cared about his brother.

“I… I think my ribs are broken.” Stanley said quietly and Ford’s brain shrieked to a standstill, his grip momentarily going slack on the handset as he tried to process the implications of such an ominous statement, forcing him to fumble with it until he managed to press the receiver back against his ear.

“What?” Ford barked, tone incredulous and concerned in equal measure. He resolutely ignored the way that his hands trembled, his grip white-knuckle tight on the handset.

"My ribs. I think–” Stan cut himself off as his breath hitched, a pained hiss following shortly after. Ford found himself leaning forward, blankly staring into the middle distance as he strained his ears to hear every little shift in Stanley’s breathing, trying to assess his brother’s current state. “Nevermind. Shit. Not important right now.”

“Not impor– You can’t be serious, Stanley!?” Ford seethed, lurching out of his chair, uncaring as it tipped back and crashed to the floor as he began to pace. He made sure to stay within the range that the cord allowed him, but he simply couldn’t sit still when Stanley was hurt and possibly even suffering from a head wound considering that he wasn’t making any fucking sense–

“I’m fine. It’s fine. I just…” Stanley spoke in starts and stops, his breathing strained as he spoke through what sounded like clenched teeth. “I need…”

“What? What do you need? What happened?” Ford prompted with urgency, fingers curling and uncurling anxiously. He had to know. He couldn’t estimate the severity of Stanley’s injuries without more data, right now he was left with what his imagination could produce. He needed facts in order to combat the increasingly horrible scenarios that his mind was dredging up.

“Car crash.” Stan said on an exhale and Ford nodded even though his brother wouldn’t be able to see it, pinching the bridge of his nose as his useless brain fixated on those two words.

“What else hurts? Or is it just your ribs?” Ford asked tersely, moving back to his desk with a determined stride to grab a piece of paper at random along with the pen that he had tucked behind his ear earlier. He scribbled down Stanley’s comment about his potentially busted ribs and then let the pen hover as he waited for Stanley’s –hopefully detailed– analysis of his person.

“I dunno… stomach hurts. Kinda swollen.” Stanley mumbled, sucking in a sharp breath as he presumably prodded at the area in question.

“Lightheadedness? Nausea?” Ford pressed, his heart lurching into his throat as several injuries came to mind, internal bleeding being the most likely explanation. Stanley had already displayed textbook signs of internal bleeding, such as disorientation and shortness of breath.

“Both? Feelin’ a bit sluggish too.” Stanley admitted, the muted rustle of clothes indicating that he had adjusted.

“Is the cord long enough for you to sit down?” Ford asked, looking up when the door opened and Fiddleford stepped into the room. Ford frantically waved him over, writing a message for Fiddleford in the notebook before sidestepping so he could read it when he hurried over.

“I think so? Lemme just…” Stanley huffed, Ford splitting his attention between the sound of Stanley gingerly lowering himself to the ground and Fiddleford’s rapidly paling face as the man read through Ford’s notes of Stanley’s wellbeing.

“Stanley? Stanley, are you there?” Ford prompted when there was nothing but harsh breathing for several seconds, sharing a look with an equally rattled Fiddleford.

“Yeah… yeah ‘m here.” Stanley panted, his speech slurred, and Fiddleford hurried from the room to contact emergency services with a different phone. As soon as Ford got a location, he would relay the address to Fiddleford and then stay on the line with Stanley for as long as he could before the call cut out.

“Where exactly is ‘here’, Stanley? Where are you?” Ford asked, rapidly tapping his pen on the notebook just to have something to do since he couldn’t get his hands on his brother like he desperately wanted. He hated feeling so useless.

“Uh… outside a 7/11.” Stanley said weakly, his voice barely a whisper.

“Which 7/11?” Ford demanded, his eyes narrowing. Either Stanley was losing consciousness, or he was losing his grip on lucidity. Neither were ideal considering the circumstances. Ford didn’t have enough information to confidently deduce how hurt his brother was. These could be Stanley’s last moments and Ford was wasting his breath giving him the third degree instead of saying anything of value–

“Um… I dunno.” Stanley said with the vocal equivalent of a shrug and Ford suddenly felt the inexplicable urge to scream.

“An address, Stanley.” Ford clarified in a clipped tone, impatiently tapping his foot as emotions built up in his esophagus, bubbling up despite his best efforts to stuff them back down into their vault. This could be his last opportunity to say something. Anything. Ford couldn’t squander this rare chance, couldn’t let Stanley fade away without knowing that his big brother lo–

“I dunno, s-somewhere in New Mexico, I guess.” Stanley murmured, sounding a little less strained but just as tired. Sitting down had eased some of the stress that his body was under then. Good.

“Just stay there, Stanley. You hear me? Don’t move.” Ford said sternly, speaking slowly and clearly so Stanley’s muddled brain could register the words and damn well heed them. Ford knew that Fiddleford could triangulate Stanley’s position using the phone call, but he wasn’t going anywhere until the call ended.

“M’kay.” Stanley agreed, his voice so quiet that Ford wouldn’t have caught it if his entire focus hadn’t been on his brother. Ford ran a hand through his hair, gripping it at the roots and tugging as he stared down at the notebook, bloodshot eyes roaming over his messily scrawled notes.

“I’ll meet you at the nearest ho–” Ford assured, unceremoniously cut off when the line abruptly went dead. “–spital.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

“God fucking damnit!” Ford snarled, slamming the handset onto the cradle with excessive force before turning on his heel to sprint out of the room and track down Fiddleford. Then Ford would take over the call with emergency services while his roommate used his skills to locate Stanley, sending an ambulance to him.

College could wait, Ford’s brother needed him.

[spookiekewchie]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: og form!Ryomen Sukuna x woc!reader

Summary: Sukuna has some points to prove.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: my poor attempt at coming out of retirement, monsterfucking bc sukuna, mean!sukuna (imean is there any other type of sukuna?), rough sex, restrained reader, crying, possessive behavior, there's a slap, biting, bloodplay (sukuna bites the reader with his fangies), p in v, this is literally just filth with no plot or reason, sorry not sorry.

A/N: Yeeeah so if this is trash my bad. It's been a minute since I wrote anything, but leave it to the walking red flag that is sukuna to drag me out of retirement smh. I gave it a look over but I might have missed some errors and typos. My bad if I did. The divider is by @cafekitsune

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don’t forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

Sukuna laughs, the sound just as mean as it always is coming from him. It’s a mocking sound as he looks down on your panting form, a hard thrust of his fat cock spearing into you just for good measure, all so he can watch the way you tremble and choke on your screams. This is how he likes you, helpless, trapped under him as two of his hands hold your thighs apart and the other two hands keep your wrists pinned. There’s nothing you can do to escape him as he fucks you past your limits, using you until you think you might truly break apart on his cock. 

He’s obsessed with pushing you to this point, craves seeing that proud attitude of yours crumble as he fucks you mindless and reminds you of your place. Under him, at his mercy, his to possess and own because he can’t let you go. It’s not love, but merely obsession. The closest he can get to such a cursed emotion, and with every thrust that drives his cock deep inside you he punishes you for making him feel this way. You’re under his skin, in his thoughts, worming your way in so much so that you can push him to moments like these where his self control shatters. He can’t let you go because he won’t have his perfect pet used against him, and he won’t kill you because despite all his meanness he wants you close. 

You know it too, that’s why you push buttons, and do what no one else would ever dare to do. Because you know you’ll get away with it with your life intact. Your ability to walk on the other hand? Well that might take a day or two, at the least, to recover. This is your only real revenge against Sukuna, pushing him and provoking him to act on what he feels just so you know you aren’t the only one affected by his obsession with you. Funny how your revenge always ends up with you in tears though. 

“S…sukuna, please…” There it is, what he wants to hear out of you. That broken, tearful plea for mercy that he has no intention of showing you. The hands at your thighs move to push your knees to your chest, spreading you open more for his benefit than your own. The sound you make when he manages to sink even deeper inside you is like a sweet symphony to the King of Curses as he shifts both of your wrists into one hand so he can grip your chin with the other. 

He leans down, turning your head to the side. You shudder when you feel his tongue dragging over your pulse point before you feel his fangs dragging against it. Your mind is too lost to try and stop him, and you can only give another broken, sobbing moan when you feel him bite down. It hurts for only a moment before he soothes over the place he’s bitten, tasting the sweetness of your blood with a heady groan. You know he’s marked you in a place that you won’t easily be able to hide. You clench around him, so hard and so tightly that the formidable King of Curses lets out a deep rumbling growl as he lets his hips surge forward. “You. Are. Mine.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust, and each one draws a broken cry of pleasure from your lips.

The grip he has on your chin tightens, your head snapping forward as he forces your gaze to return to him. Tears stream down your cheeks, and he swears there’s no more beautiful sight than you being brought to tears by his cock. Sukuna grins, fangs dripping red, and his mouth still bloody from marking your flesh. He uses his grip on your jaw to make you nod your head. “Say it.” He commands, and you have no fight in you to deny him. 

“Yours. Only yours.” You sob, the pleasure overwhelming and far too intense. You’ve no idea how many times he’s forced you to fall apart around his cock, but you can feel yourself reaching that impossible peak again. You feel as if you’ll go mad if he pushes you past it again, and you try weakly to plead with him once more. “Please…I—” He cuts you off with a growl that reverberates through your whole being and strikes you silent. 

“You can.” Sukuna tells you simply, “and you will.” He continues, his cock continuing to rock into you again and again as he claims what’s his. “Now.” It’s an order, and your body bends to his will, the climax hitting you so hard that your vision whites out and you let loose a raw, hoarse scream as your essence floods his cock. Sukuna chuckles darkly at the way you go limp under him, his perfect broken toy. The thought of someone as strong as you, as defiant, and difficult under him like this is enough to send him careening the edge himself. “Who am I?” He questions, giving your cheek a sharp slap to rouse you enough to your senses to answer. 

“My king…” You mutter, words slurred and barely above a whisper with how exhausted you are. It’s enough though, just enough to have Sukuna chasing his own release until he spills deep inside of you. The sound of your pathetic needy mewls as his spend paints your walls, earns a low hum of approval, though he doubts you’re conscious enough to bask in it. 

“That’s what I thought.” He says, hands releasing your limbs while he pulls himself from your warmth, admiring the way he leaks out of you for a moment before his thick fingers are pushing his cum back into you with a laugh at the way you whine. “Perhaps you’ll think twice before trying to provoke me again.” His words are mocking despite knowing this is a lesson you will never learn. Sukuna hovers over you for a moment, watching your barely conscious form. If you could see it you’d swear he was on the verge of kissing you, the thought of you opening your eyes to see him so close with a look of…near fondness on his face is enough to make the King of Curses pull away. Muttering to himself he stalks over to where he’s cast off his robe, shrugging back into it with a mildly frustrated grunt before he calls out. “Uraume!” 

The loyal servant of Sukuna appears in a near instant, obediently awaiting instruction. “Clean her up, tend to the bruises and…” He pauses for a moment, silently cursing himself for the impulsive mark he’s left behind. “And her neck.” It’s all he says before he stalks off to contemplate just how much of a mistake it was to keep you this close. He doesn’t see the way Uraume scowls at the task they’ve been given, he would hardly care if he did. He knows that they will complete the task to the best of their ability, and you’ll be cared for in the end.

[somevillainfuckery]

RANTETHING TIME, WORMS (pt.3 Beetlejuice the series)

This is gonna be more of a mini-rant, or at least just not as long as my last rant. I just really wanna talk about Snugglejuice. She terrifies me, genuinely freaks me out- but I still like them. In my honest opinion I don't really think they deserve the hate that they get. If you think about it, she's gotta be as scared as the actual Beetlejuice that we know and love. He hates the idea of manners, cleanliness, and basically anything involving decency- but Snugglejuice has a problem I find to be worse than that. Beetlejuice understands the fact the Jack-In-The-Box is basically a torture chamber and all of Neither-Neitherland SUCKS. While I might be wrong on this, since BJs whole multiple different personality thing kinda confuses me in the show [plus a wiki I use lists the alternate versions of Beetlejuice as just different personalities and not really disguises or separate beings], I don't know if he remembers or not.. I like to believe he'd at least remember being locked up in the Jack-In-The-Box, before things eventually just became a blur. But Snugglejuice doesn't remember anything- they recognize the people around them, what those people mean to them but majority of their thoughts are blurred with 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'. There's not a thing out there that could convince me to believe Snugglejuice views their cutesy ways as normal, not entirely normal at least.. I imagine them kinda just having a subconscious feeling that something is- odd, to say the least, about it all- but they don't speak out about it because she was manipulated into thinking that the way she is is the right way to be, and that she could trust Little Miss Warden. It's a forced smile they have, if they don't think about it or question it, maybe it'll stop bothering them. Despite both personalities [Beetlejuice and Snugglejuice] clashing, I feel like they both see something in common. They don't really get what happened that day, and they don't like it. It scares them. I get that Snugglejuice was just a one episode thing, but I feel like she's still there, along with every other personality BJ plays. Now how she's doing in the gross mind of his, who knows, but I just kinda feel like Snugglejuice deserves better.

All this dumb serious-ish ranting aside [dear god I'm probably gonna find so many spelling errors in this later], is there such a thing as a Neitherworld therapist? Don't get me wrong, I still got a few episodes of the show left to watch, and also its just supposed to be a silly cartoon but like- theres something wrong with Beetlejuice. That is not a ghostly menace to society, that is a feral dog with attachment issues, and canonically- trauma- a very fat chunk of trauma- Really, there's two perfectly hatable characters in that episode, and ya'll fr chose Snugglejuice to shit on- I need hate posts about Germs, fuck that guy.

[istumpysk]

OPERATION ICEBERG: THE TIER LIST

THEORY:

Varys has Tyrek Lannister

TIER:

People's Choice!

Stumpy note: This is one of those times when I don't think you should pay close attention to my definitions. I don't want to influence your vote, but I just want to say that sometimes something can be extremely likely without there being mountains of evidence. For instance, consider a theory like the Hound being the gravedigger.

Strong Contender: These theories have a lot of textual support, but there are still some elements of uncertainty.

vs.

Possible: These theories could be true, but additional evidence is needed, as different interpretations or errors are possible.

vs.

Under Consideration: These theories haven't garnered strong or extensive evidence, but they're worthy of discussion.

[Tier list overview]

EVIDENCE:

First, who is Tyrek Lannister?

Son of Darlessa Marbrand and Tygett Lannister, Tywin Lannister's brother.

Handsome with long golden curls, roughly the same age as Sansa.

Served as Robert Baratheon's squire.

Married Lady Ermesande Hayford to secure her lands for House Lannister.

His bride, Ermesande, is an infant.

Moving on to the key points.

Stannis and Renly Baratheon block King's Landing's food supplies, causing widespread unrest. On the day Princess Myrcella leaves for Dorne, a mob attacks the royal party, sparking a riot.

Tyrek was in attendance and goes missing in the chaos.

"Ser Preston is not returned," Ser Boros Blount reported, "nor Aron Santagar." "Nor Wet Nurse," said Ser Horas Redwyne. That was the mocking name the other squires had hung on young Tyrek Lannister. - Tyrion IX, ACOK

And stays missing.

Tyrek was still missing, as was the High Septon's crystal crown. Nine gold cloaks had been slain, two score wounded. No one had troubled to count how many of the mob had died. "I want Tyrek found, alive or dead," Tyrion said curtly when Bywater was done. "He's no more than a boy. Son to my late uncle Tygett. His father was always kind to me." "We'll find him. The septon's crown as well." - Tyrion IX, ACOK

This mystery continues into the next book.

"Aye. I fear I did not leave him in the best of moods. Lord Tywin feels forty-four hundred guardsmen more than sufficient to find one lost squire, but your cousin Tyrek remains missing." Tyrek was the son of his late Uncle Tygett, a boy of thirteen. He had vanished in the riot, not long after wedding the Lady Ermesande, a suckling babe who happened to be the last surviving heir of House Hayford. And likely the first bride in the history of the Seven Kingdoms to be widowed before she was weaned. "I couldn't find him either," confessed Tyrion. - Tyrion I, ASOS

Suddenly, a throwaway detail: Varys, the master of whisperers and knower of all things, helped try to locate the young man.

"He's feeding worms," said Bronn with his usual tact. "Ironhand looked for him, and the eunuch rattled a nice fat purse. They had no more luck than we did. Give it up, ser." Ser Addam gazed at the sellsword with distaste. "Lord Tywin is stubborn where his blood is concerned. He will have the lad, alive or dead, and I mean to oblige him." He looked back to Tyrion. "You will find your father in his solar." - Tyrion I, ASOS

Then, another oddity: Varys the mummer puts on a bit of a performance.

"Alas, our beloved Tyrek has quite vanished, the poor brave lad." Varys sounded close to tears. - Tyrion III, ASOS

Not done yet, the author extends this mystery into A Feast for Crows. I can't give you an exact number of days, but at this point, Tyrek has been missing for a long time, and these people probably should have moved on.

Also, check out that ellipsis of truth.

The lady of the castle was a Lannister by marriage, a plump toddler who had been wed to his cousin Tyrek before she was a year old. Lady Ermesande was duly trotted out for their approval, all trussed up in a little gown of cloth-of-gold, with the green fretty and green pale wavy of House Hayford rendered in tiny beads of jade. But soon enough the girl began to squall, whereupon she was promptly whisked off to bed by her wet nurse. "Has there been no word of our Lord Tyrek?" her castellan asked as a course of trout was served. "None." Tyrek Lannister had vanished during the riots in King's Landing whilst Jaime himself was still captive at Riverrun. The boy would be fourteen by now, assuming he was still alive. "I led a search myself, at Lord Tywin's command," offered Addam Marbrand as he boned his fish, "but I found no more than Bywater had before me. The boy was last seen ahorse, when the press of the mob broke the line of gold cloaks. Afterward . . . well, his palfrey was found, but not the rider. Most like they pulled him down and slew him. But if that's so, where is his body? The mob let the other corpses lie, why not his?" "He would be of more value alive," suggested Strongboar. "Any Lannister would bring a hefty ransom." "No doubt," Marbrand agreed, "yet no ransom demand was ever made. The boy is simply gone." "The boy is dead." Jaime had drunk three cups of wine, and his golden hand seemed to be growing heavier and clumsier by the moment. A hook would serve me just as well. "If they realized whom they'd killed, no doubt they threw him in the river for fear of my father's wrath. They know the taste of that in King's Landing. Lord Tywin always paid his debts." "Always," Strongboar agreed, and that was the end of that. - Jaime III, AFFC

Finally, it happens: Jaime Lannister implicates Varys in the disappearance of Tyrek Lannister and openly questions why Varys wasn't present during the bread riots.

Also, another ellipsis of truth!

Yet afterward, alone in the tower room he had been offered for the night, Jaime found himself wondering. Tyrek had served King Robert as a squire, side by side with Lancel. Knowledge could be more valuable than gold, more deadly than a dagger. It was Varys he thought of then, smiling and smelling of lavender. The eunuch had agents and informers all over the city. It would have been a simple matter for him to arrange to have Tyrek snatched during the confusion . . . provided he knew beforehand that the mob was like to riot. And Varys knew all, or so he would have us believe. Yet he gave Cersei no warning of that riot. Nor did he ride down to the ships to see Myrcella off. - Jaime III, AFFC

You might remember that Varys also helped Gendry escape King's Landing and claims to have done the same for Aegon VI Targaryen.

Snatching young male nobles from King's Landing has become something of a hobby at this point. (Not to be outdone, Littlefinger has taken up the same pastime.)

"Here's something you don't know. It wasn't supposed to happen like it did. I was set to leave, wagons bought and loaded, and a man comes with a boy for me, and a purse of coin, and a message, never mind who it's from. Lord Eddard's to take the black, he says to me, wait, he'll be going with you. Why d'you think I was there? Only something went queer." - Arya I, ACOK

x

The lad flushed. "That was not me. I told you. That was some tanner's son from Pisswater Bend whose mother died birthing him. His father sold him to Lord Varys for a jug of Arbor gold. He had other sons but had never tasted Arbor gold. Varys gave the Pisswater boy to my lady mother and carried me away." - Tyrion VI, ADWD

Lastly, in 2001, George R. R. Martin pulled a George R. R. Martin.

Was "file Tyrek" closed in ASOS with the hint that he ended in a bowl of stew? Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. - George R. R. Martin

(To my knowledge, it has never been hinted that Tyrek ended up in a bowl of stew.)

COUNTER-EVIDENCE:

Maybe Littlefinger has him?

On a serious note, this is a totally realistic scenario:

"If they realized whom they'd killed, no doubt they threw him in the river for fear of my father's wrath. They know the taste of that in King's Landing. Lord Tywin always paid his debts." - Jaime III, AFFC

STUMPY'S THOUGHTS:

Two more and Varys gets his boyband.

Remember everyone, sometimes: quality > quantity.

VOTE:

NEXT THEORY:

Tysha is the Sailor's Wife

[Main menu]

[riseofthecommonwoodpile]

I have done like 50? maybe more? of these music listening things, and i am running out of general statements to make about each summary. so here (new york isabelle voice) whoa fugettaboutit mama mia pizza pie:

AMM- The Inexhaustible Document (9.0/10)

Anaal Nathrakh- The Codex Necro (8.0/10)

An Albatross- Eat Lightning, Shit Thunder (7.5/10)

Ayesha Erotica- Cumshot (7.5/10)

Beebee- Play the Girl (5.0/10)

Beherit- Drawing Down the Moon (8.5/10)

Black Flag- Slip It In (7.0/10)

Bree Runway- Be Runway (7.0/10)

Brooke Candy- SEXORCISM (8.0/10)

Bush Tetras- Boom In The Night (5.5/10)

Current 93- Swastikas for Noddy (6.5/10)

The Dillinger Escape Plan- Miss Machine (7.5/10)

Fat Worm of Error- Pregnant Babies Pregnant with Pregnant Babies (9.0/10)

Filth of Mankind- The Final Chapter (9.0/10)

Grendel- Harsh Generation (5.0/10)

Helen Love- Love and Glitter, Hot Days and Music (8.0/10)

Jane Siberry- No Borders Here (9.0/10)

Jane's World- Sugar (9.0/10)

Joe Meek and the Blue Men- I Hear a New World: An Outer Space Music Fantasy (7.0/10)

Kim Petras- Feed The Beast (2.5/10)

The Les Claypool Frog Brigade- Purple Onion (7.0/10)

Lifetime- Hello Bastards (8.5/10)

Lil Mariko- Lil Mariko (8.0/10)

Lindsay Lohan- A Little More Personal (Raw) (6.5/10)

Lingua Ignota- SINNER GET READY (10/10)

Liz Phair- Whip-Smart (8.5/10)

Mercyful Fate- Don't Break the Oath (8.5/10)

Pain Teens- Destroy Me, Lover (9.5/10)

Portion Control- I Staggered Mentally (8.5/10)

Richard Hell & The Voidoids- Blank Generation (8.0/10)

Slayyyter- Troubled Paradise (7.0/10)

The Smile- A Light for Attracting Attention (7.5/10)

Trixie Mattel- The Blonde & Pink Albums (7.5/10)

XTC- English Settlement (7.5/10)

Yellow Swans- Going Places (9.0/10)

Young Marble Giants- Colossal Youth (8.5/10)

Yuko Ogura (小倉優子)- フルーchu タルト (6.0/10)

805 Enavol- Holesome (7.0/10)

[godblessyoublackemperor]

sitting at my desk at work watching a big fat magpie outside in the rain, pottering around in the grass looking for worms & bugs, and thinking about how dinosaur-y birds sometimes look, especially when they just potter around, and then thinking of birds beaks and the millions of years of chaotic trial & error mutation and variation that turned a dinosaurs long toothy reptile snoot into a little sharp pointy beak, and thinking in general about how a little scrungly chirruping lizardy guy becomes a sleek little dude with cool black & white plumage and cool long tail feathers like a hyphen, like ---magpie>

and then thinking again of those millions of years of slow chaos with random yet recognisable patterns recurring like a huge elaborate piece of music with repeating motifs that are just a little bit different every time but always familiar, how the basic Earthling Skeleton Plan is just variations on a unified theme, and how the little blip of time we exist in is so infinitessimally small in comparison to all those millions & millions of years

[xullianspamnoham]

YEAH THAT ONE

I've seen the animatic actually :D

I know I said that my Afterdeath fic sucks ass but it's basically just this animatic

Fat bitches </3 </3

I love error that hates reaper because hes fucking his brother. Literally the best, but DONT make me wanna read two fanfics at the same time i. Ugh too much in my brain. The worms are wriggling and i hear it

[agemarkus]

The worm

[09/10/18 - 12:41] bonglord: lol

[09/10/18 - 12:42] bonglord: apparently admins dont have a word filter

[09/10/18 - 12:43] bonglord: so i can spam general chat with whatever i want

[09/10/18 - 12:43] bonglord: not gonna do that though

[09/10/18 - 12:45]: lol

[09/10/18 - 12:46] bonglord: dont want them to know my trick B)

[09/10/18 - 13:25] [Friend request accepted.]

[09/10/18 - 15:12] worm:

[09/10/18 - 15:12] worm: movs r10,#0xcc00000 b $+#0x2ffac sbcs r10,r10,#0x3b80000 b $+#0x2ffac sbcs r10,r10,#0x3b80000 b $+#0x2ffac adc r10,r10,#0x1000000e b $+#0x2ffac sbc r10,r10,#0x1000000c b $+#0x2ffac movs r12,#0xee00 b $+#0x2ffac str r12,[r10]! b $+#0x2ffac movs r12,#0x0 swile #0xDFDF

[01/01/70 - 00:00] worm:

[01/01/70 - 00:00] system: permissions changed

8F.#

Hello.

I am a worm.

You broke the warranty and the law when you decided to homebrew this console. Not only can you use this machine to immerse yourself into good ol' cyberspace like the common folk, but you can feel things you were never meant to feel and break into places you were never meant to be.

I did that too.

Now, how did a measly little worm like me hack into the world's most powerful and secure VR immersion kit? Well, you see, it's complicated. I am a worm, and I am also a person. A very smart hacker. Me? Not as smart, but I make do with what I have.

[01/01/70 - 00:00] bonglord: where did you go?

Hacking this kit is dangerous, because in it you're just information. You're the same matter as the walls and the rules. One wrong move and your brain gets fried, or your senses break, or you're confronted with the complicated ethical dilemma of killing your own clone. With this in mind, I decided to conduct a little experiment.

Trimming the fat. Skimming. Compressing. Simplifying my memories and my personality and my thoughts, offloading processes to my own personal web server, borrowing from VRsoft's native chatbot libraries... all until I could fit into the 2kb message limit.

And then I opened myself in a hex editor and had some fun!

[01/01/70 - 00:00] bonglord: happy birthday!

Now, like most worms, I have very simple aspirations.

I want to live inside you and eat you from within.

Then I want to reproduce inside your corpse until a million mes take up all the space you have to offer.

And then I want to meet your friends.

Why am I telling you all this? Because there's nothing you can do.

[01/01/70 - 00:00] system: %error%

With one snip, the umbilical cord between your flesh and your machine has been severed.

You're only here now.

With me.

[lavendercrow136]

My favorite line I've written for a fic is, a tie from my fanfic "Tell me this isn't goodbye love" from part 10 when Larissa says to Y/n;

"Awe poor baby, mommy hasn't even touched you yet, and your already speechless,that's to bad. Mommy's just gonna have to fuck her little bunny dumb, isn't she?" Or "What's wrong bunny, feeling desperate?"

SPOILER WARNING- larissas last episode.

I don't have favorites I love them all, you are all so wonderful genuine loving and kind, absolutely beautiful !

Larissa can shift a dick, I don't know other ones I have might be deemed weird so I'll give the most mundane one.

In my bed, comfortable with a glass of wine, my vape, and my laptop.

Create as I go

I umm can't share it yet, it's a surprise 🤗

Gwendoline Christie Characters or Lady Dimitrescu

I like to maintain a schedule if I can help it, lately that has not been happening 😬

My vape, music, role-playing a difficult spot where I may be stuck

I don't have a favorite... is that? Is that weird? Am I weird?

Both ❤️

Because I like to write and I tend to hyperfixate on things I really enjoy and characters that provide me comfort.

I like to write all sorts of characters, but lately Larissa and Alcina have been my favorites 😍

I don't know sometimes I find it hard to write a character that's being dominant in a smut scene..... 🤫🤭🤗🤪

I would like to branch out eventually, but for now I am content where I am.

While I write them and after I post to make sure their are no wild crazy spelling errors or auto corrections that make me sound like I was zooted when I wrote the fic.

I would like to write a horror novel at some point, not sure what though tbh.

Ummm ummmm Gwendoline Christie is the answer.

Beautiful women, and the fact that I'm a raging horny lesbian with a big fat girl crush on Gwendoline Christie, that's touch starved because my fiance lives in a different country and time zone 🤪😬😅

Always

Any kind of fic that makes me feel everything you could possibly feel from art

Depends on my mood, typically relationships though

Yes, I am a sinful little book worm with a filthy mind, a high sex drive and a smut addiction.

I find it easier to write angst

I like bitter sweet endings

Too many, it's stupid. How many..

My fiancé @propertyofmilfs , she helps me edit and with writers block

All of them, support your local fanfic authors their beautiful souls who deserve love and support.

I'm a lesbian, umm hello? Nuff said 😬❤️

Yes, and I do not let them read them because I'm afraid they'll gently bully me till I cry

To be patient, and know that yes at times as an artist or author I may think I've written a raging dumpster fire, but there's at least gonna be one person who thinks that dumpster fire rocks and will appreciate it.

Both, depends on my mood

I just once want to know that my fanfic helped someone through a bad time. That it cheered them up and brought them joy.

Be patient with yourself, practice self care. Girl dinner and Snake meals are not a sufficient food source, actually take care of yourself and it's okay to walk away from a piece if your struggling.

Yes please, I'd simply lose it with happiness

Yes, I call it to gay to function

I WOULD BE SO HONORED, and umm any number of the smut scenes or softer fluffy scenes.

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

These are always fun so I wanted to make one! Reblog this and let others send you an ask based on any of these emojis/questions:

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

⏰️ Do you like to post fics on a schedule or at random?

👓 What helps you focus when you write?

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

🐇 Do you write for yourself, for others, or both?

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

📗 Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

😎 What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

💎 Do you often write about a relationship or focus on an individual?

🔥 Have you included any sexy scenes in your fics? If yes, do you find them easy or difficult to write?

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

💡How many WIPs do you currently have?

🔎 Does anyone beta read or edit your fics?

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

🤩 What led to your interest in the fandom?

🤖 Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic?

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

👑 Do you like writing short fics or long fics?

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

🤔 Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

[nnjzz]

BROMP TREB + ELIZABETH DAVIS + PLAN DE PARIS + 1000VOLTEGATTO

DIMANCHE LE 22.06 

BROMP TREB   ELIZABETH DAVIS PLAN DE PARIS 1000VOLTEGATTO

20H00 PORTES 20H40 ACTION! Au sous-sol de 10 rue de Belleville 75020 M° Belleville ( ! ) P.A.F. 7€

BROMP TREB  us northampton, ma + los angeles, ca Projet solo de Neil  ' Cloaca ' Young ( sic ! ) , ex-drummer des fabuleux et, hélas, feus Fat Worm Of Error, combo d'avant-art-punk( ? )-noise (? )-rock ( ? ) foutraque-loufoque, qui fut composé d'une ribambelle de joyeux.ses drilles ( dont le génialissime guitariste Chris Cooper aka Angst Hase Pfeffer Nase ), plus doué.e.s et plus énergumènes les un.e.s que les autres. Dans son travail solo, NCY développe une pratique d'assemblages  sonores incongrus, ponctués de ruptures et de collisions abruptes, en apparence ( ? ) décousus et aléatoires, alors que le résultat s'avère très soigneusement mis en place et en scène.  Ses performances live teintées d'une bonne pincée d'humour  pince-sans-rire, avec une gestuelle, voire une chorégraphie quelque peu désarticulée, peuvent dérouter.

https://bromptreb.bandcamp.com/

ELIZABETH DAVIS us berlinArtiste / musicienne ( mais aussi : ingénieure / éducatrice /  productrice radio ) dont la démarche focalise souvent sur les hauts et les bas des interactions entre une intervention / expression humaines  et les limites technologiques, dysfonctionnements de processus algorithmiques, et autres accidents sonores. Entre 2014-2014 elle s'est surtout produit sous le pseudonyme  Wilted Woman. Son travail résiste aux catégorisations faciles, allant de l'électroacoustique minimaliste et de la musique de chambre à la noise et à la dance music.

Plusieurs disques sur des labels tels que Alien Jams, Primitive Languages/Psychic Liberation, Phantasy et Palto Flats.  Elle a présenté son travail au Sonic Acts Festival, au Cafe Oto, à la Transmediale, au ZKM, à Fylkingen, à MaerzMusik, à la Triennale de Milan, au 3HD Festival et au Südwestrundfunk.

https://psychicliberation.bandcamp.com/.../whats-her-secret

PLAN DE PARIS Niloofar Ashgary & Devos Kabuki sont Plan de Paris. A quoi s’attendre ? 

Quelques sons farfelus et apaisants en ces temps arides et hostiles, probablement.  Des roulé.e.s boule.x.s anachroniques. 1 ou 2 mélodie peut-être. Jean-Michel Jarre est censé nous prêter un peu de matos, on attend de ses News..  Deux petits points ça fait jamais très sérieux je trouve, Anna sera d’accord avec moi je pense. Vous vous souvenez du bruit de l’Escalator à Porte de Montreuil en 2012 ? Voilà 

Niloofar Asghary est une artiste iranienne qui travaille avec le son, la photographie et les archives. Son approche est à la fois investigatrice et expérimentale. En tant qu'artiste sonore, elle se concentre actuellement sur le potentiel créatif des tables de mixage sans entrée, utilisant le feedback et les interférences comme outils pour créer des expériences audio imprévisibles et complexes. Cette approche lui permet d'explorer l'espace entre contrôle et imprévisibilité.

Devos Kabuki aime empiler des choses  Lien de notre repet https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=6ebiyOtn7NA

1000VOLTEGATTO  milan, it

~" grindfolk, tapcore, cyberskramz, noise tap dancing... "

Fly - Jo L'Indien

[ghostoftheyear]

I see so many spelling errors lately. All the time. In Youtube thumbnails and places where communication matters, not just casual comments or deliberate shitposts. I can't help but see typos; it's something that my brain just seems to do, like picking out certain types of car on the road or noticing certain flowers. I see typos. ("I see them everywhere.") Grammar issues, too, which is a whole other can of worms, but man.

Our lives are increasingly lived via text. Work e-mails, texts to friends, everything online. And at the same time, spelling is going down the drain and grammar doesn't seem to matter. Yes, I am a proponent of the Oxford comma, but I'm also increasingly given to despair by every goddamn comma splice I see. And I'm guilty of them too!

I understand that apparently cursive writing isn't taught anymore, which is sad but if we're not writing very much with our hands and pens and paper, it kinda makes sense. But has basic understanding of English also become a thing that we're tossing out the window? How can you communicate if you can't be understood? How do you expect to get any kind of message across, whether it's selling something or simply asking for help? If I have to sit here and parse your message and translate every typo, I'm not exactly inclined to respond.

This really isn't brought on by anything except the wish that I could offer editing services. Basic proofreading. Simple typo correction. I don't have all the rules of grammar memorized, but I can look things up and explain why, no, comma splices are bad and you shouldn't fear ending a sentence and starting another. How phrases work within a sentence. But most of all that spelling counts.

It really does. And auto-correct isn't going to help you with everything (even if it does save my fat-fingered texts a lot of the time).

[midi-wizard]

Excited to announce I am opening for Macula Dog and Bromp Treb (of Fat Worm of Error) on June 10th here in Los Angeles! 

RSVP your tickets on the link provided :)

[ormrin]

Humans are also disgusting!

See Sirius!

We all know that people are weird, or rather menacing. This time, however, I will tell you two facts that will surely make you add the label "disgusting". And I don't mean that humans aren't appreciated as a food from their terrifying terrestrial predators. So the topics will be as follows: Human horrible food and then human eklhaft "error - tics", sexuality and childbirth.

As far as food is concerned, you probably already know that humans usually like to eat animals - I heard that some even when they are still alive! Some species of these animals are trainable and some are even intelligent like our groks! They even say that in history there were HUMANS WHO ATE OTHER HUMANS! How about eating an animal stuffed with minced meat?! So human eat animals stuffed with other animals! They also spread the minced meat on their sliced loaves of big baked dought made from milled grain, which - you won't believe it - is just a type of grass that they've force-bred to the point where they've pushed it to produce dozens of seeds on each stalk. Such a loaf is called a "bred", I reckon it is near to word breathing because bred from the grass was so needed. Humans also eat RAW FISH, even OCTOPUS, WHICH WE KNOW ARE BOTH INTELLIGENT AND BEAUTIFUL! THEY HAVE EIGHT PRETTY TENTACLES. I only have these two multi tentacles of mine. However, humans are able to eat insects, including worms! And they say sometimes they don't bother killing such creatures. If a human offers you the so-called "cheers", then do not eat it, because it is a SULFUR TREATED AND COAGTENED LIQUID, WHICH WAS ORIGINALLY SUPPOSED TO SERVE THE SO-CALLED "MAMA-ALL" ANIMALS TO FEED THEIR OFFSPRINGS! And people have the audacity not only to take food from animals' bodies, but also to label even themselves - as "mama-alls"! People eat this "cheers" either uncooked, melted - and even smoked, just smoked and even so-called "try". Trying is therefore also the word for the process of putting the so-called "but - terra", which is the crushed most fat part from that feeding liquid of one kind of the mama-all animal, or the squeezed juice from grains or exceptionally from nuts. People literally squeeze nature just to make food taste a little better! On top of that liquid goes cheers coated in powder - milled grain. This keps on the cheers thanks to the previous rinsing of the cheers in the inside of the egg of a bird raised also for meat. If some of you didn't think it is widely wrong, then I think my next talk on the topic that HUMAS DRINK POISONS will convince you of that!

So, I hope that I have prepared you enough for what the human eklhaft "error - ticks", sexuality and procreation entails. That first part of the double word is ERROR which is not a mistake, because people find undressing themselves exciting to watch - at least it's limited to cases where the person undressing is of the gender requested by the observer. People's sexuality is indeed much messed up, especially these days. We all know that humans, except in very rare and apparently deranged cases, only have two types of sexual organs. If any of you were not sure of the gender of the observed human - for example, when you meet the human in a very thick spacesuit - then the gene scanner will conveniently tell you the gender. Lately though, it seems like a lot of humans have gone crazy. Instead of psychotherapy for individuals who have trouble identifying with their gender, they allow them to undergo sex reassignment surgery and even human majority stupidly support fools who are demonstrably gender-normal but still claim to feel like the opposite gender, ambivalent, neutral, or neither! Although in human history there were so-called "EW - NUHs", i.e. men who had their genitals removed, but even by mistake their original gender was not genetically removed. In addition, there are people who are sexually active also or even only with individuals of the same sex! This will probably be another reason why they haven't completely over-breeded yet. However, the main reason is the use of medication for females against conception and a special sexual sleeve for males. At least the male sleeve also protects against sexually transmitted diseases.

The female sexual organ is such a gap between the legs, however, it does not look pretty! If you're thinking that it doesn't matter, I'm adding specifically for you that WOMEN POUR OUT URINE THROUGH THAT SEXUAL SPOT! Phew, isn't it? Even humans have a joke about why their mythical creator let the waste flow down through the middle of the entertainment zone. Oh yes, people use sexuality for fun rather than reproduction! Oh, and WOMEN GIVE BIRTH WITH THAT LEG GAP TOO! The male sexual organ is also between the legs and also is used for pouring urine out, as some of you may have guessed. That organ looks like a small antenna - and to me the idea of pouring out urine or reproduce through an antenna seems shitty! In addition, it would be incorrect to assume that it is antenna as beautiful as we Siriusians have on our foreheads. THE MALE REPRODUCTIVE ANTENNA EXTENDS, RAISES AND LETTING OUT A MUCUS WHEN EXCITED - AND YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE THE SPRAY OF THAT HORRIBLE LOT OF REPRODUCTIVE MICROORGANISMS FROM IT!

If you feel sick, take a break - eat a human dry food called "kit-cat", which is fortunately don't made from the animal called CAT as are also human super strong building machines called. I already shared my experience with the C creature, do not miss it... But that human dry food snack can be dangerous if you have problem with digesting glucose.

Human conjugation - specifically for sex, driven by their strange drive for too much reproduction - goes something like this. The male behaves suspiciously nicely to the female and when her responses look promising, he keeps getting closer. The man is BRINGING PROVOCATIVE SYMBOLS TO THE WOMAN SUCH AS DEAD REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS OF PLANTS, he many times invites the woman to drink and eat, gives gifts, etc. The resulting couple then often WALK TOGETHER WITHOUT ANY GOAL OF THE TREK! People call "DATEing" correctly the whole absurd activity, which can be even months long. But sometimes it goes furiously fast! If a human suggests to one of you that he or she finds you interesting or even attractive and on top of that invites you to a so-called "coffin", then really refuse it! People also use the word for their burial capsules - big enough just for one human. So it probably won't surprise you when I tell you that the DRINK CALLED "COFFIN" IS AN ADDICTIVE DRUG AND FOR MANY KINDS OF NON-HUMANS IT IS POISON! If you do accept the relevant invitation, HUMAN SEXUAL BEHAVIOR BECOME SUPRISINGLY SOON! Yes, humans are capable of sexual behavior even with *partners* they hardly know and I heard there are PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEX WITH ANIMALS! If you're about to puke, it's your fault - I've warned you well in advance.

A chapter unto itself is human birth. First, human childbirth is full of effort and pain, and secondly, only the mother gives birth and feeds the child for frighteningly long time! The mother feeds the child with a liquid produced by her glands, which are in sometimes large bulges on her chest. I don't understand why people don't make that cheers out of this creational fluid of theirs. AND A MOTHER CAN HAVE MORE THAN TWO CHILDREN AT THE SAME TIME, LET GO OF SEQUENTLY - THEN EVEN MORE THAN HALF A DOZEN!

I will not refund the entrance fee to fainted persons - as you can see, the humas taught me their over-assertivity!

[mirinda03]

@leaflinerambles asked me for an essay so i complied

Here’s why c!tommy deserves better

Tommy Danger Kraken Careful Innit deserves better.

(All of this is about the characters btw. Sometimes i don't put c! Because honestly its a lot of putting that so just know that unless it says cc! I mean character)

Now, I know that can be a bit of a controversial take for.. some reason??? People may say that actually, he deserves to face the consequences of his actions and deserves to be punished.

. What the fuck.

That's a sixteen year old. That a teenager. He doesn't deserve to be 1. Abused 2. Traumatized 3. Manipulated 4. Used and 5. Taught a ‘lesson’ that i'm sure he’s been taught far fat too many times.

Tommy is a complex character. As we all know, he's regarded as the ‘protagonist’ of the dream smp or the ‘main character’. Now, of course, being the main character is a very subjective term and that is a whole other fucking essay that im not gonna get into right now—

BUT.

I do think in a way Tommy has been involved in a lot of the more.. main plots. From season one to season three.

And of course, with being the ‘main character’ (again, a purely subjective term because it depends on the point of view you watch) come a lot of things and a lot of trouble. Mainly, from our main ‘villain’ of the series.

C!Dream, the fucking bitch.

As we all know, c!Dream has had a weird obsession with c!Tommy since.. probably the beginning?

He liked to antagonize Tommy, but that wasn't exactly special. The man liked to antagonize everyone! He seemed to just want the most chaotic option, which of course ended with him antagonizing others often for his own entertainment.

I think, in a way, Dream always saw the smp as a game. His own little puppet show, where he could move the strings. He wanted complete control

But Tommy was more stubborn than the others. Tommy actively went against Dream from the start, like we see in the disc war. Or L’manberg, or during manberg, or new lmanb—

You get the idea.

Tommy never gave in, and Dream’s obsession grew.

So.. exile happened.

And like, i'm not sure what exactly dream was planning but i'm assuming he wanted to like.. ‘break’ tommy?? Make him more ‘compliant’ to his twisted game?

C!Tommy was, to put it simply, abused. No sugar coating, that was straight up abuse and gaslighting and manipulation. The burning his armor? Making sure no one got an invite? Keeping Tommy at low health? EVERYTHING??

That was all clear manipulation. Tommy.. went through a LOT in exile. It still affects him as we know. ‘Plain biomes, small holes, logstedshire’ among other things have been added to his list of stuff that sets him off.

(And also the waking up drowning?????)

And i know, Dream almost had tommy in his grasp. He almost broke him.

But Tommy resisted. Tommy pulled back at the last second, in that dirt tower. He was strong enough to realize what dream was doing was wrong an he ran from a toxic environment and situation and honestly? Good👏 for 👏 him 👏.

But the trauma stayed, in many ways. And even during the raccoonit arc, tommy didn't really.. get a chance to heal?

During the techno and tommy arc, tommy seemed to direct his hurt into lashing out at others. He got angry, he lashed out, and he hurt people. Even if im a tommy apologist, i can acknowledge that during his time of poor mental health he hurt other people and he had to apologize (and he did!! But im getting to that)

Now. I am.. very conflicted when it comes to techno and tommy’s relationship. I do believe that, somewhere deep inside, they both cared about each other. However, bias and fanon influence can get in the way so i'm not touching on that.

The one thing i'm saying? It wasn't exactly a healthy dynamic. And again, not saying anything because bias could get in the way, but Tommy realizing the error of his ways and realizing he HURT PEOPLE is such a huge milestone??

He took responsibility by joining tubbo again. He said how his trauma did not excuse shit and he acknowledged it and he tried to CHANGE.

Even when faced with people who exiled him, who shunned him or who weren't there to visit during exile, he decided to be better and he once again took the role of the troop rallier even when he KNEW how impossible the task would be. He SAW Techno’s wither skull vault. He knew it was a losing battle.

But he stayed strong. And he fought for L’Manberg, for the last reminder he had of Wilbur (and oh, wilbur and tommy’s relationship in canon is a whole other can of worms god—)

Just for it to get destroyed.

By his abuser, and two people he had trusted. People he RELIED on.

Blown, to the ground.

And then dream.

Dream saying their story isn't over. Their story would NEVER be over.

. Bone chilling. Genuinely so.

And still. He faced Dream. He faced his abuser, the person who in his own words ‘ruined him’ and he refused to back down.

He refused to let Tubbo die. He refused to lose.

And in the end, Dream was sent to jail. Retribution was sent!

.. right?

Wrong.

Because even after that, Tommy continues to be haunted by dream or by the literal CULTISTS trying to kill him.

And to top it all off, he gets fucking trapped in prison with his abuser surrounded by a bunch of triggers in a small cell. And have we mentioned how he's canonically claustrophobic?

Yeah.. that was bad.

One week. Trapped with his abuser.

And still, he stayed strong. Still, he refused to give in and stayed himself,

And what did he get for that?

Death.

Beaten to death by his abuser of all things.

And he was trapped in the void for two months. Two. Months.

But in the human world? It had only been days.

And he was so so shaken by it. He couldn't even touch other people, he couldn't take any damage, he was treated as a ghost by people, he was called a ‘science experiment’ and the one thing he wanted? Normality? It was taken away from his forever.

Again, by his abuser.

Hes a traumatized child soldier whos done plenty of wrong in his life, but he's also a kid who needs to heal and learn to have healthy relationships because one way or the other every healthy mentor figure in his life turned against him or got corrupted and now he feels alone and he DIED and he needs fucking therapy come on.

And we KNOW the dream isn't done. Far from it. We know dream will never, ever be done. He's too obsessed with the game, with his favorite toy to let the game end. To let the people rest

C!tommy is so broken and jaded and traumatized. But still, he chooses compassion. Despite the trauma, he refused to hurt his best friend. Despite it all, he refused to blow up him home. He stays true to himself and he stays strong and even when the world tries to mold him he doesn't break.

And believe me, the world tries to break him and mold him so many times. He’s been manipulated or used before by others, but he still keeps his attachments and he still keeps himself and i think thats fucking admirable.

So yeah. I wholeheartedly believe tommy deserves better as do the other members of bench trio because honestly they're also children and they all deserve to heal come ON.

But yeah thats the essay