#its so mean. my purpose on this fucking world is to create. i love creating. its one of my biggest passions.

[rouge-the-bat]

the adhd-fueled desperation to create for hyperfixation vs my adhd struggle to do anything or even decide between the million ideas i have is my own personal hell. im dying squirtle

[matt-murdockk]

Human 101: Cooking

pairing: rk800 connor x reader

words: 2.1 k

warnings: language, self-deprecating humour, lack of proofreading, fic from reader's pov

summary: human 101 with (y/n) and Connor, a crash course on the basics of humanity, brought to you by sumo and a very sleep-deprived writer (comedy, fluff)

additional context: reader has a rampant crush on Connor, as established in Short Circuit, this could be treated as a sequel in spirit or just a standalone.

a/n: thanks for all the love for my previous fic, here's another one <3

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Unlike other deviants, Connor took his time to come to terms with his deviancy. Imagine you live your entire life (even if your whole life was barely a couple weeks) thinking your only purpose was to, say, hunt dogs. What would you do if you woke up one day to find you were the dog all along? This feels like a bad analogy. You get the point.

That kind of revelation would definitely come with its own baggage. I mean, I can't even begin to imagine what it must've been like. So even if Connor has finally made his peace with being a deviant, I have made it my life's mission to help him experience the highs and lows of being fully human. Call it Human 101.

Lesson one? Cooking. Sure "Love makes us human" Yeah okay but if you really think about it, it is cooking. Literally no other species cooks. Everyone fucks. Go figure.

"Cooking is fundamental," I told him, as we stood in my kitchen. "It’s like… the ultimate human bonding experience. Families, friends, lovers-" I stopped myself there, flustered, oops, but he didn’t seem to notice. "It’s about creating something from scratch, with your hands. Plus, we get to eat it after. Win-win."

"I should inform you that I already have access to an extensive database of recipes and culinary techniques. If required, I can prepare any dish with precise measurements and optimal timing. There is a less than one percent chance of error."

"Oh, no no," I laughed. "We can't follow recipes, God, no. Cooking is about spontaneity. About chaos. Screwing up is where the fun is."

His head tilted slightly, LED blinking yellow as though he were processing my statement. "You believe the experience is improved by the possibility of failure?"

"Absolutely!" I said, grabbing a whisk from the counter. "It's not just about the taste, you know? You need to spill flour everywhere, accidentally burn the sauce, or switch salt with sugar. That's the human way. You mess up, you laugh about it, and sometimes you end up making something even better than you planned."

Connor stared at me for a long moment, as though trying to reconcile my argument with his programming. "This is… counterintuitive. But intriguing."

"Exactly!" I said, pointing the whisk at him like I’d just solved world hunger. "Now, step one: forget the database. No looking up recipes. We’re winging it."

He blinked at me. "Winging it?"

"Yes. We’re going to use whatever’s in the fridge and figure it out as we go. Trust me, it’ll be great."

He looked at me like there was a loading screen inside his head. "Statistically, this approach has a higher likelihood of failure. That is... good?"

"Exactly." I grinned, tossing him an apron. "Let's get cooking, Wall-E."

Connor caught the apron mid-air, holding it up like it was a wet sock. "Is this truly necessary for the process?"

"Oh yeah, big time," I said, tying my own around my waist. "It’s part of the uniform. Cooking without an apron is like... running a mission without a plan."

That got a faint quirk of his lips. "I wasn’t aware cooking was so strategic."

"It’s not," I said, pulling open the fridge and gesturing dramatically. "It’s pure chaos. Okay, what do we have?"

Connor peered inside with the precision of someone scanning a battlefield. It may as well have been, honestly. "Tomatoes, cheese, leftover chicken, and... two peppers approximately three days past their optimal freshness." No, I am not embarrassed about how I ration. Okay fine, a little bit.

"Perfect. We’re making pizza."

He straightened slightly, tilting his head at me. "A pizza is typically constructed using dough as a base. There is no dough present."

"There will be if we make it from scratch. Flour, water, some yeast if I remembered to buy it... probably. Easy."

As I started rummaging through the pantry, Connor stayed rooted in place, watching me like he was making notes like I'd be quizzing him on pantry rummaging etiquette later. When I turned around, a bag of flour in hand, I caught him staring.

"What?"

"I was considering how often you engage in these… unpredictable approaches. It’s unconventional. Yet, it appears to bring you joy."

I paused, caught off-guard by how earnestly he’d said it. "Yeah, I guess it does. Life’s too short to stress about being perfect all the time, you know?"

Connor seemed to mull that over, but instead of replying, he reached for the bag of flour. "Allow me. The chances of you spilling that are statistically high."

"Oh, wow, thanks for the vote of confidence," I said, rolling my eyes.

He smiled then- an actual, honest-to-goodness smile that made my stomach do a weird little flip.

We started working on the dough together. Well, I started working on the dough, he was fighting demons. It was hilarious. It was like the dough owed him money.

"Dude, dude, relax. The dough isn't your enemy. You're not interrogating the dough. You need to be gentle with it. We like the dough. The dough is our friend."

"The same way Hank is our friend?"

"Hank is dough, yes."

"Well, Hank is not responding well to my kneading."

Wait. A joke? Was that a joke? Holy shit.

I blinked at him, eyebrows shooting up. “Did you just…?”

His lips twitched, though it was still subtle. “I’m capable of humor when required.” I nudged him lightly with my elbow, the warmth of the moment sinking in. He gave the dough another half-hearted punch, then added, “I don't understand why Dough Hank isn't cooperating.”

“Well, firstly, stop punching it like it owes you money. You have to be gentle. Dough requires finesse.”

He tilted his head, his LED spinning in thought. “Finesse,” he repeated, his hands hesitating awkwardly above the dough.

His struggling with the dough was honestly the most adorable thing I have ever seen. He was trying, he really was, but his confusion from the dough not reciprocating for all his efforts and him not being able to wrap his head around it made for a hilarious staring contest between Dough Hank and Connor. He held it up and stared at it closely, possibly with malicious intent.

Earth to (Y/n), I stepped closer until I was pressed lightly against his side. “Here, let me show you.” Sliding my hands over his, I guided his movements, pressing gently into the dough, folding and rolling it in a smooth rhythm. “See? You’re not fighting it. You’re working with it.”

Connor followed my lead, his hands relaxing under mine. His head dipped slightly, and when I glanced up, I realized he was watching me instead of the dough. I was hyperaware of the fact that I was so close to him and was very sure he could figure out just how nervous I was feeling.

“So, we negotiate with the dough,” he murmured, his voice quieter, almost teasing now.

“Exactly,” I said, laughing softly. “Negotiation is key. Be nice, and it’ll be nice back.”

I watched him start over with dough Hank, this time, more gently. Like he was getting the hang of it. "I think I’m starting to understand," he murmured.

I raised an eyebrow. “Understand what?”

"What being human is about," he said quietly, his voice almost contemplative. “It’s about embracing it. The mess, the failure, the laughter. The joy of not being perfect. I quite like the idea of not having to be perfect all the time."

In all honesty, I was not sure how to respond to that. He looked like a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders like someone had just told him it was okay to breathe for the first time. And, for a moment, I almost didn’t want to ruin it.

His LED flickered a soft yellow, his eyes- those damn calm eyes- finally looking a little less... distant. It felt like I was staring at the kind of person you’d want to confide in, the kind who’d get it.

I bit my lip, trying not to smile. “You okay there, Connor?”

He glanced up, that soft smile still hanging on his lips. “I believe so,” he said, voice uncharacteristically light. “I think I’m finally making progress. With understanding humanity. And dough Hank.”

I snorted, quickly covering my mouth to hide the laugh. "Well, dough Hank was a tough nut to crack, but you did it, so good job."

He smiled, like he was proud of himself, and looked so damn cute. I shook myself out of my thoughts and grabbed the rolling pin, ready to get back to work. "Alright, now that we’ve figured out how to negotiate with dough, let’s make this pizza. We’re going all in."

Connor, still looking oddly content, glanced at the ingredients on the counter. "I assume we’ll be using the tomatoes, cheese, and chicken? I’ve been considering possible toppings. The peppers are not ideal."

"Connor, I have no regard for my safety and you don't have a digestive system. I think we'll be fine."

"Suit yourself, (Y/n)." Again. That damn lilt in his voice when he says my name. It's like he knows what it's doing to me. Asshole.

After about 20 minutes, Dough Hank had fully become Pizza Hank and it was finally time.

"Alright, Baymax. Moment of Truth."

"I must ask. What is with the various robot nicknames? Are they terms of endearment?"

"Sure, let's go with that."

"Noted. In that case, it only seems appropriate to assign you one in return... Sugar?"

"Oh wow, no. God, just, no."

"Sport?"

"Nope."

"Champ?"

"Worse!"

"I'm bad at this, aren't I?"

"Baby steps, C3PO."

I liked this. Banter, his company, this... the whole thing. Whatever it can be called. Watching him discover things I have known my entire life is such an enthralling experience. It's like that one revelation you have when you're like 7 or 8 when you realize that you are alive TM. Except this time, you're watching someone else have it. I don't know if any of this makes sense, but what I do know is that I don't want this to end any time soon.

"Wow, this is disgusting."

Pizza Hank was a pile of dog shit. It was like a troll and an ogre had a baby on my tongue. No self-respecting person would put that in their mouth a second time. My mouth hates me for this.

"I thought failure was welcome. Is it not?"

"Yeah, but this is straight-up nuclear, my guy. I wouldn't eat this if someone paid me money."

"Well, while I cannot taste food the way humans do, I am able to simulate the experience of tasting by analyzing the composition of the food. I could describe it to you if you would like."

"Really? What do you think?" he picked up a slice and confidently took a bite out of it.

"Yeah, this is awful."

I put my hands up in resignation. Cooking was a disaster. I am useless and do not deserve nice things. Pain is eternal and hell beckons.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time, this is all my fault."

"Failure, as you pointed out, is part of the process. And it wasn’t a waste of time."

I groaned, dropping onto a stool and burying my face in my hands. "It’s not even edible. We can’t exactly bond over a pile of inedible sludge."

“I don’t think the goal here was actually to cook something edible, was it? From what I understand, it was about experiencing the act of cooking- and bonding with each other. By that measure, I believe we have succeeded.”

I was caught off guard. He thought we "successfully bonded". Please excuse me while I pass away.

"You really think so?"

He nodded while smiling at me reassuringly while putting the mangled remains of pizza Hank back on the plate. "Besides, per my observation, your shift in mood could be a result of hunger."

"Yeah, I haven't eaten anything all day, have I?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"You wanna get good pizza and go to Real Hank's place?"

"I would love to. I have been meaning to see Sumo."

cut-scene from the car ride <3

"I just assumed the pizza would be edible. You know? I can call it optimism all I want but that's just a lack of planning."

"Is lack of planning an inherent human trait?"

"Oh, Yeah. Top of the list, actually."

a/n: now I liked Short Circuit more but here's part 2 <3 also yes I took the cooking makes us human bit from another popular tumblr post, i just thought it was hilarious

[idolomantises]

What do you think of The Owl House? Like, I liked and respect Dana a lot for what she's accomplished, but I also feel like everyone is just pretending that the show doesn't have any problems, as I felt that the cast was always very poorly developed from the beginning.

I like the show, I don't love it, but i think it's pretty good. TOH has a lot of really cool world building and lore, but I also found a lot of the characters really lacking. Three of my biggest annoyances were Luz, the characters having altered personalities after one episode and the underutilization of Luz's friends.

I think Luz is actually a great protagonist, my issue is when the show really loves to tease her as this flawed and morally complicated protagonist when... she isn't? any time she does something bad, its completely accidental. It's funny when the show first came out and people negatively compared her to Mabel because Mabel actually did make a lot of selfish and careless decisions that she had to grow from.

The show also had a bizarre habit of giving characters new personalities after their first appearance, and I think Amity is the worst offender of this. Her first appearance she's the generic mean girl bully, and this is used to create conflict and for Luz to befriend Willow. But then after that, all of a sudden she's super "cold" and keeps to herself, and the characters act like she's just the popular quiet girl? and then the show has the audacity to blame a lot of the bullying Amity did on her friends and parents. I have no clue why the flashback episodes portrayed it like Amity just watched as her friends bullied Willow, SHE was a part of that! Similar issue with Hunter. Introduced as a snarky brat, and then his next appearance he's incredibly angsty and depressed so the audience could sympathize with him. Willow and the Collector were also ones that stuck out to me, but it was a change that was subtle enough that I didn't notice.

I don't know why writers do this. I like it when your characters are messy and flawed, give them unlikable traits so we can watch them slowly be better people. Don't tell me someone is flawed and then don't give them flaws and don't tell me to sympathize with a character by just giving them a new personality.

I think everyone is pretty aware of how poorly utilized Luz's friends are but there are seriously so many episodes where I was like "why aren't Willow and Guz taking Amity's place". They really feel like a studio mandate.

Also Lumity is kind of boring but honestly, I don't really think its as big of a deal as some fans think it is. Lots of cartoons have straight couples that quarrel, get together and their relationship isn't the most compelling in the world, but its still pretty cute. If anything I do wish Amity would work through her issues more than have what little personality she had disappear when she dated Luz.

With your point about how fans handle criticism, admittedly I think part of the reason why people don't want to admit the show's problem is because Disney fucked it over MASSIVELY and it feels like punching down (at least to them). I think there's a very common mentality of "is it fair to criticize a show that never really got a chance to fully find its stride?"

But I also know this is just a massive problem with shows that have queer characters in general. There's just this prevalent attitude that if you have a problem with a piece of media that also happens to have queer characters, it means you're "ungrateful" or trying to insult it on purpose. Though personally, I think TOH fans are a lot better at handling and giving criticism.

[holylulusworld]

Pussy Cordon Bleu

Summary: Lloyd is a naughty boss.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Private Chef!Reader

Warnings: flirty Lloyd, shenanigans, groping, Lloyd being Lloyd, a slap, implied oral (fem rec)

Being Lloyd Hansen’s private chef has its advantages. You’re living in his guesthouse on private property. You’re allowed to use the pool and sauna, have a company car, and the garden is your territory.

Your tasks include planning Lloyd’s daily menu based on his preferences. This includes grocery shopping, preparing and cooking meals, and maintaining a clean and organized kitchen.

You convinced Lloyd to let you handle the food storage, too. Before you took over, it contained alcohol and crackers.

Most of the time, you love your job. Lloyd isn’t easy to handle, but you found a way to get along with your boss and even enjoy living and caring for the man-child he can be.

The only thing ruining your peaceful life and job is the fact that Lloyd tends to bring strays home. And by strays, you mean girls he finds at clubs, or work, or even at a library. He screws their brains out and leaves you to bring out the trash when he’s done with them.

“Morning, pipsqueak,” he grins while stealing a strawberry from the bowl you prepared for him. “Ah, my favorite woman.” He moans, tasting the fruit you harvested from the little garden you created on his property. “You are so good for me.”

You wonder if you misheard. “You mean I am good to you,” you point out. “Now, have your breakfast and some coffee. We both know how you get if you do not get your favorite coffee in your favorite mug.”

Lloyd leans and suddenly stands behind you to sniff at your hair. “Cupcake, if I didn’t know better, I’d believe you tried to tease me.”

“I wouldn’t dare, sir,” you smile to yourself while finishing Lloyd’s breakfast. “All done and settled for you. I’ll take a look at the garden now. There are more than enough strawberries for some homemade strawberry ice cream and maybe a smoothie for you.”

“I knew I got a good one when I hired you,” he chuckles before feasting on the food you prepared for him. Lloyd and you work like a well-oiled machine. If not for the lack of intimacy, people could mistake you for a couple. “You know me so well, Y/N.”

“That’s my job,” you point out. Lloyd wants to say something. His mouth opens as his eyes are glued to your face. The spell is broken when his latest fling steps inside the kitchen.

You huff, watching her steal the plate you prepared for Lloyd. You handpicked all the ingredients, only for that girl to eat it. Fine. If he wants to live like that, it’s not your problem.

You walk out of the kitchen, not wanting to watch Lloyd do unspeakable things in your kitchen. Last time, you walked in on him railing some bimbo on your freshly cleaned kitchen island.

“No, Y/N. It’s not your kitchen. It’s his fucking kitchen. You only work there for most of the day, all of your days.” You try to focus on the garden, its beauty, and the strawberries you want to harvest.

It’s peaceful out here. This is your haven. No one dares to step into your world, not even his security or the man you work for himself.

You square your jaw, seeing the girl from earlier step into your garden. She flashes you a fake smile before turning to pick one of your freshly planted flowers.

“Nice garden,” she dares to say while destroying your strawberries, stepping on them on purpose. “Oopsie!” She’s one of these women who wants to ruin the day for anyone else.

“What the fuck!” You place the basket you filled with strawberries on the ground to storm toward her. Before she can react, you slap the flower out of her hand and slap her across the face. “Do you always act like that on other people’s property? You can come to my garden, pick my flowers, and ruin my strawberries only because my boss fucked you a few times.”

“You better watch your mouth. I got that old dick wrapped around my fingers and…” She splutters seeing Lloyd step into the garden. “I…uh…”

“Y/N,” Lloyd, only ever saw you furious when someone messed with your food. He cups his crotch as you still yell at his latest fling. “May I ask you to bring the trash out?” He winks at you, making known that he is done with the bitch trampling on your strawberries. “I’ll have the situation fixed.”

He points at the ruined strawberries. “Name what you need, and I’ll get it for you.”

“You can’t fix my strawberries, boss,” you sigh. “These were some of the best and juiciest. She had to step onto them with her ugly feet.”

“HEY! I’m still here, duh,” she mutters. “It’s some strawberries, not the crown jewels or shit. Stop making a fuss.”

“Whoa, you shouldn’t have said that.” Lloyd watches you grab her arm with amusement. She curses you and tries to wiggle out of your iron grip, but it’s no use.

“Get out of here, bitch. He’s done with you,” you growl while dragging her out of the garden to toss the trash onto the street.

“What are we having tonight?” Lloyd strolls into the kitchen to watch you prepare dinner for him. He looks at all the ingredients on the kitchen counter, licking his lips.

“Chicken Cordon Bleu,” you say while busying yourself butterfly-cutting the chicken breasts for the menu you planned. “I prepare the chicken breasts at the moment. Do you need anything, boss?”

You open the prepared chicken breasts like a book, preparing them for the next step. You’re about to cut the ham when Lloyd steps behind you to look over your shoulder.

He snorts. “Cupcake, I didn’t take you for a naughty cook.”

“Naughty…what?” You look at the chicken breasts, frowning deeply. “What do you mean? That’s the chicken breast for the Chicken Cordon Bleu.”

“No, sugarplum,” he snickers behind you. “That looks rather like a Pussy Cordon Bleu, Y/N.” Lloyd presses his body against yours and places his hands on your hips. “See the beautiful outer lips and the little nub? That’s a pretty pussy, waiting for me to eat her.”

“Boss, you can’t lick raw chicken. That’s unhealthy, and you’ll get sick.” You mutter, remembering the last time Lloyd got sick.

He had the infamous man cold, shooing you from one end of his mansion to the other, whining and begging for attention and soup. In the end, you got him high on cold medicine and cuddles.

“Fine,” he purrs in your ear. “If you don’t want me to lick the raw chicken, how about…” You squeak when he twirls you around and easily lifts you onto the kitchen island, “You let me lick the original.”

You blink a few times. He can’t mean that… “What? Boss, this isn’t funny. I don’t want to lose my job!”

“Baby cakes,” he smirks, his hands already pawing at your thighs to part them, “we both know you are head over heels and butterflies in the stomach for me. You didn’t think twice when I asked you to move into my guesthouse. You wanted to be close to me all the time.”

“I agree to move into the guesthouse because you have a pool, a sauna, and a huge garden. Who wouldn’t want to live here?”

“See, you already live here like a girlfriend or a wife.” He leans closer, his lips almost touching yours. “If you want a lifelong right of residence, become my pretty little cupcake, Y/N. Not one of the other flings gets me as hard as you do.”

“Boss.” You lick your lips. “If you fire me after eating my pussy, I’ll stab you to death with my favorite knife and make it look like an accident.”

He smirks and says, “I wouldn’t expect less from you…”

[msookyspooky]

plzzz tell me youve watched sinners!!

I DID THIS LAST SATURDAY!!! Ya know I'm a damn sucker for Western/Midwestern/Southern/Appalachian Vampires! (All the great sybolism for assimilation, racism, appropriation etc; I LOVE THE EYES SO MUCH IT'S LIKE A REFLECTIVE CAT EYE FOR NIGHT VISION AND SO MUCH BETTER THAN RED CONTACTS; FUCKIN GENUIS-)

And now, yall are getting Remmick and maybe some Stack content in ur future whether u like it or not.... Especially Remmick. I see a tragic unhinged vampire that looks similar to Bo Sinclair or Severen Van Sickle and I simp ♡ Like, I have A TYPE now! They got that face and lore and personality? I'm done for lol (I dont rlly crave Smoke and Sammie in a non PG way; they aren't my type. I like my messy loser boys and dangerously reckless charming men)

My Remmick HC:

To start...

- This is our man's energy he brings to the function

Yall have to accept this about him.

Spoilers ahead!!

- He thinks he's the funniest person ever. He just says shit to make himself giggle atp. The type to laugh at his own jokes before anyone else does

- More a hc of the vamps in general; like Near Dark vampires that after feeding they're euphoric. It's why he acts so unhinged everytime he just bit someone or is about to; It's not as much 'his true self' as much as 'that boy is high/drunk' and its so often it might as well be his real self lmfao

- Also thinks he's so suave, charming and cool like CLEARLY why WOULDN'T the Juke Joint catch his vibe and let him in? 😒🤔 (Pretty Fly for a White Guy ass vampire) He's the embodiment of a dorky cool loser in the best way because he's so bad it looks good.

- Wipes out all the time when he's landing from flying especially near sunrise. He just makes it look like it was 'on purpose' like 'Oh, I rolled because that looks neat'...No. He missed.

- Has a really old, dark, sadistic fucked up sense of humor

- My hc is he's Fae. Fae and vampires are actually pretty damn similar in a lot of folklore and so many Fae rules were in this movie! (Don't take gold, don't tell them your name, don't dance in a fairy ring/circle they create are just a few of the rules I saw broken in the film)...And that means he can't lie! Now, idk if this is Canon or just fun HC bc I highly highly doubt the Choctaw killed his wife (Unless he was truly being vague and if you pressed he'd have to admit 'English' rather than 'Choctaw' like he's trying to manipulate with...Like he's not lying just being so vague it is a lie.)

- If there ever WAS a wife with that ring he wears while human; he did love her and wears that ring to remember not only her but their heritage ♡ Might even have immense guilt over how she died.

- His most 'true' songs that are HIS were *Rocky Road to Dublin* and *Will ye go, Lassie go?*

- Hot-take: He did not want Sammie as solely a tool like I've seen so many say. He wanted Sammie as a forced friend with benefits to ancestor connection after so much loneliness. He wanted forced kinship both with his ancestors and other vampires. He says "I want your stories, I want your songs...And you gonna have mine." That's a union of two people even if it's toxic, power imbalanced, etc It's like a friend that's also using you while being friends. Man wanted VIP access to the spirit world/his ancestors and Sammie was the cool rockstar he wanted to be friends with.

- He doesn't do this for power. His whole shtick is he's lonely even if he goes about it wrong. For roughly 1300 years he's been utterly alone and separated from his heritage, culture, people and modern Irish don't count as we see with the 1911 ship incident. He did NOT create the Hivemind vampires for power. He truly wanted 'family' and failed over and over from the ship in 1911 with Irish Immigrants to God knows how many more times before and after.

- He is/was Pagan and they really do believe, especially during times of druids, in nature and spirits and love and unity. So again, he TRULY THINKS the hivemind is natural and all 'one love'...He says "They told stories of a God above and a devil below, and lies of a dominion of man over beast and Earth. We are Earth and beast of God. We are woman and man. We are connected, you and I, to everything."....Why? Because he's saying people and animals and nature are connected and no one race of man rules all. That man and woman are connected and all people are as well. He genuinely believes that his 'gift' is a way to bring people together how they 'should be'. That wasn't a lie. When a hivemind Mary says 'we're gon' kill every last one of you'...Well yes, because to die is to become them. It wasn't a threat but a fact. And Remmick even calls it 'sweet merciful death' or something along those lines....He's not killing them for fun or power even if it does come off that way. He's killing them to offer his 'gift' and to have a better world (He literally says this and I truly do not think he's lying there) even if that better world is just HIS world and he has a damn God Complex.

- His spit is toxic. It's thick af and venomous and probably will kill you, subdue you, or is part of the turning process (Bc there was no reason for it to be that goopey; I gagged lol)

- He code switches to get whatever he wants. Aka the fake Southern accent and using whatever words or stories will get him in (Switching from the Tribes proper name to the slur of the time bc he realized it's what that couple wanted to hear)....Not necessarily lies but definitely switching word useage or tone. We see him switch up to what he knew would gain sympathy from racist. (I mean it was that or be killed out in the sun lol)

-  Hot-Takeish: He's so old, from a time period where heritage was discriminated as much or more than skintone, that he is ignorant and gets mistaken for outright racist especially in the area and time he's in. Even by a modern lens take, when he really is not. Probably first learned American segregation and racism through skintone from the Klans couples minds as well as Smoke and them at the Juke Joint. Because he was in Europe UNTIL 1911: That's canon. So he wasn't here during Civil War era or the Height of Slavery and who knows how present he even was for over a millennia in Europe. That "Oh, because we're ✋🏻" while pointing to his skin was genuine; like a relic learning a modern take that probably dumbfounds him for a hot minute. (Then he sings his lil appropriated song and Smoke stops him before the slurs and now I'm wondering if he rolled with it so they'd come out to beat his ass bc he knew it would be irksome OR if he was just going by what the Couples minds knew and used it without context?)

- He HATES Christianity with a passion even if he reluctantly memorized verses!!! He might even be violent if he met an Irishman who was Catholic, or even worse, Protestant because for him it's like seeing the damage the opressors did and seeing your own ppl erase themselves. Would go into a passionate angry rant about Christianity like Lestat did at Louis house in IWTV. Eyes glowing, fangs lengthening, accent coming out-

- Drools easily. Like, maybe when his teeth lengthen it hurts the gums and he can't help it but...Turned on? Drool. Hungry? Drool. Angry? Drool. Excited? Drool. He's like a wet mouth dog istg

- He is the embodiment of nothing else to lose AND hurt people, hurt people. He feels lonely, rejected, isolated, for CENTURIES...Centuries. He hears Sammie play and he is one track minded and messy to get to see his ancestors/people no matter who it hurts

- Is 100% faking that southern accent and can fake most accents but his Irish brogue comes out at times

- Used Cantonese and the Travelin' song JUST to freak the living out bc he knew they'd know 'Hey, I'm so powerful I used Bo amd Stack's memory so you might as well join me'.

- His true form is similar to the bat form of Dracula's in the 1992 film...Some ppl swear they hear wings flapping in the final scene AND we see his ears pointing a tad, nails lengthening, teeth sharpening and as old and powerful as he is ESPECIALLY if he's based on Abhartach;....Oh yeah, that creature is grotesque under his boyish human face and we ALMOST saw it when Sammie hits him with the guitar

- Remmick shows he is musically inclined himself and it's my HC he himself was a Filídh as a human. Turned by being tricked by the Fae, turned by losing hope/being consumed with grief or turned by being bitten. And that Sammie, as a Griot, would've turned into a Remmick and not part of the hivemind OR one step above them somehow had he been bit.

- Can control who is part of the hivemind and who isn't. Joan and Bert? He had complete control with how much they had to put their prejudice aside to be near Black ppl. Oh yep, he had those two on one helluva tight leash. Bo? Pretty much complete or close to it control to lure Grace. Mary? Controlled but not completely because she still picked Stack on her own as her first victim (...Was that Remmick in Mary's mind riding Stack- 😦👀) Stack? I actually think he was the least controlled and that being turned really is like euphoria/drug that clouds the mind and he saw 'vision' / opportunity to use vampirism to their advantage. No different than opportunities they took in Chicago. And we saw Mary lost the hivemind over Annie's death so either he ONLY has control when they're freshly turned/young and weak willed against the venom in their veins OR he picks and chooses based on who bucks him the most.

- Can read minds, read moods, smell fear, smell death, smell disease, smell sex/horniness (FUCK...I would've died.) sees spirits, sees the thinning viel, see the past, might even see the future (Even if he missed ya know getting killed by the sun lol)

- Speaking of, he might sleep normal like Near Dark vampires, might burrow underground...Or he might sleep like The Lost Boy vampires by his batfeets from a ceiling 🦇

Romantic + Some NSFW HC:

- Wants to merge with you. Wants to be you and you him. Wants to become one soul to fuse and be chained to walk the Earth together forever. To move through the world as each others other halves...THERE IS NO HALF-ASSED COURTSHIP! Nope, if he truly wants you, he WILL move with conviction

- He is HORNY. Idc his offer to Grace was outta pocket lmfao he is down bad. He'd probably shudder violently and moan if you jerked him by the hair or slapped him

- Codependency and possessiveness soooo bad in a relationship...ANY RELATIONSHIP! Even platonic he seems like he'd be the 'we gotta do everything together' type

- He only dominates at first when you're still hesitant with him or if you want him to but at his darkened rotten heart he is obedient for his loves

- He is needy and clingy and desperate to please. He may act on top of things but if he thought someone he shared a connection with was mad or upset with him? Que the big blue (Red?) puppy eyes and doing anything to change their mind

- Would be a toxic ass and use his hivemind abilities on a vampiric partner to 'persuade them' to not be in a mood/angry/hurt. Just for minor annoyances/them ignoring him... Almost cheeky in a way even if his partner/mate glares afterwards similar to Jasper in New Moon with Bella in the hallway

- If you asked him not to control you? Done. I'm so serious, he really is not some egomaniac in my HC he's just so damn weird and use to rejection he forces things to be loved. Like, his ego is he thinks he's helping not that he's above anyone. He is so lonely and he'd be like a Gomez Addams to a partner. Just express discomfort with the idea of him controlling your mind before turning (or after maybe?) and he won't.

- Praise kink. Has dog energy like you tell him he's 'good' and his preening (might drool) like some dumb happy dog you just called a 'good boy'. Tell him he's good during sex and he moans loudly. Eager to please.

- Is a switch with a sub lean. If he doesn't love you; he'll dom you. He'll push your legs back, mock you, pound into you. If he adores you though it's over for that creature. He will let you do just about whatever you please so long as you love him

- Traditional old-fashioned courting. Even after you turn; flowers, poems, serenading you, getting you meals/blood.

- FREAK. Drooling freak that would lowkey get off on pain and most kinks.

- Nuzzling. Nuzzles more than he kisses; almost like a creature (Technically is one)

- Idk how he sleeps but you gotta be wrapped up in his arms.

- Is so protective of you it's borderline possessive and controlling in a mother-hen way. You're his only true person, hivemind or not, and he CANNOT live without you. If something happened to you he'd be devastated and he cannot lose his people twice. He just can't.

- Sings Gaeilge to you all the time. Letting your head rest in his lap after a long night. Running his clawed fingertips over your scalp after a feeding and sings a song only he knows in his old mother's tongue that brings you both comfort

- Your pleasure is his pleasure. He could give you sexual/physical pleasure and get nothing in return and still be satisfied seeing you unravel beneath him from oral to a massage; as long as your sated

- Purrs (It's more like a growling groan that vibrates his chest) when you run your fingers through his hair, scratch his back or massage his shoulders.

- Picks you up to fly short distances with you; even if sometimes that's grabbing you by the shirt or arm in an emergency and him complaining you're deadweight in that position (He made you hit multiple branches on the way lol)

- If you're turned, he shields you from the sun with his own body out of pure instinct. You're the first one he grabs and tries to find shelter for; his own hide be damned.

- Gives you humans to drink with a proud look of a provider and predator.

- If you're human, you won't be for long lets be real. But if you are? He's extremely careful with you. Going easy on you and drooling at how damn good you smell to him. (Might graze his fangs teasingly over your flesh as a 'things to come' type of gesture)

[gayelderstourney]

OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 1

Propaganda:

Gerald Robotnik/Black Doom:

Scientist who wants to blow up the world and his evil alien boyfriend

Dude they had a son together and his name is shadow the hedgehog

They created Shadow the hedgehog together. Yes Shadow the hedgehog. This is canon. Theyre also super divorced just trust me on this.their old man yaoi is real

we as a society would not have shadow the hedgehog without their old man yaoi

old man fucks alien so he can bring his daughter back from space safely, gives birth to sad gay hedgehog

you KNOW they fucked

they’re shadow the hedgehogs dads. Like canonically. black doom is an alien god guy and gerald is eggmans grandpa who didn’t love him enough and gave him daddy issues. he also went insane after the government killed his granddaughter (who he loved instead of eggman) and tried to kill humanity :3 these two are like bitter exes to me. they’re both dead. the devil from the bible fucked that old man

Black Doom and Gerald Robotnik are Shadow the Hedgehogs dads. Gerald is a (silly, slightly insane) old scientist and Black Doom is a two thousand year old alien who wants to destroy the Earth. Its not canon but Shadow's gay dads mean everything to me. They kiss and hold hands on the space colony.

IM DOING MY PART!!! GERALDOOM SWEEP BAYBEEEEEEE!!! GO SHADOW’S GAY DADS!

Sheo/The Nailsmith:

It's really nice because you unlock it after the nailsmith asks you to kill him with the pure nail and you refuse and walk away. He then says he was wandering hallownest without purpose until he found sheo who helped him discover that there was more to life than just one calling. These two are probably the only characters in the game to have a genuinely happy ending

The nailsmith loses his purpose in life after finishing his ultimate masterpiece, his lifelong goal, the pure nail. He requests the protagonist to try the nail on him, but If you refuse, he will find sheo who helps him to find new meaning in life and realise that there is more to life by teaching him different crafts. They can then be seen sculping figurines together, and sheo is also painting the nailsmith.They share a common love for art and crafts and inspire each other. Sheo's story is that he was a nailmaster, but got tired of it, and put down his nail to pick up a paintbrush. I think it's beautiful that he could help the nailsmith realise what he himself did. They both also used to live in solitude without even realising how lonely they were, and I think it's cute tuhat they can do art together now :]

They are two bugs retired from their career and making better lives for themselves and they’re gay about it. Nailsmith believes at first that he has nothing left after creating the perfect nail and asks the knight to strike him down, and if you don’t, he meets Sheo, a retired nailmaster finding a new calling in painting and sculpting. They find a shared love in creating things and Nailsmith finds a new calling in art as well. The achievement you get for uniting them is called “Happy Couple”

Gay bugs gay bugs gay bugs (Cw mention of suicide) They both used to pursue their one passion in life: forging the perfect nail (sword) for the Nailsmith and the art of combat for Sheo. Sheo realized he could just leave that life when he lost his passion for fighting, and he found himself a new purpose in life: art. However, he always seemed very lonely, completely isolated by all other bugs in his hidden house in the middle of a thorn jungle. When The Nailsmith achieved his goal and forged the perfect nail, he lost his purpose in life and his will to live. He asks the player to kill him. However, if the player refuses, he can later be found in Sheo's house, modelling for Sheo or sculpting figurines with him. He thanks the player for not fulfilling his request, because he has found a new calling in life here, making art together with Sheo. They both express how happy they are to no longer be alone. This also gives you the "Happy Couple" achievement, confirming that they are a couple.

THEY'RE CANON!!! They're fucking canon!!! You can talk to them at one point after doing a Bunch of Stuff to get them to meet each other and you get an achievement called "Happy Couple"!!! Gotta love old man yuri

[selliqxrt]

Hi, this is my first attempt to write something deeper and more complete than a bot in c.ai. Don’t be mean, this is my first attempt. I hope you like it. I would be very grateful if you would support me with likes and reposts🙏🏼💗

WHEN I DIDN’T SCULPT, I DESTROYED - PART 1

Uni Harry

Word Count: 1,3k

Summary: Harry is a student at the University of Arts. He is a talented sculptor who has a tendency to sadism and cruelty. You’re a student. A random girl who gave him inspiration.

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I was, from the very beginning, an anomaly, an aberration. While my peers chased fleeting trends and embraced superficial pleasures, I felt a dark undercurrent coursing through my veins – a dangerous blend of cruelty and a primal urge to destroy. It was a truth I kept carefully concealed.

My family, bless their naive hearts, were blissfully unaware of the darkness that resided within me. They were paragons of virtue, selfless and endlessly compassionate, practically fucking saints. They moved through the world with an unwavering faith in humanity, a belief in the inherent goodness of all things. I, however, was a creature of shadow, a force of chaos, a walking embodiment of destruction.

But even darkness needs a counterbalance. At a young age, I recognized the necessity of containment, the importance of concealing my true nature beneath a carefully constructed facade. The world wouldn't tolerate my darkness. So, I donned the mask of the ideal son, a charming and affable young man who excelled in academics, volunteered for community service, and always remembered to send thank-you notes. It was a performance, a carefully rehearsed charade, but it served its purpose.

And I found a release, a means of controlling the destructive impulses that threatened to consume me.

From my earliest age, I was drawn to the arts, to the act of shaping and molding raw materials into something beautiful, something meaningful. It started with clumsy attempts to sculpt figures from the wet sand on the playground, my small hands caked in grime, sand and stones grinding mercilessly under my fingernails, scratching my skin. But I didn't care. I embraced the discomfort, the almost painful sensation of the sand and stone against my flesh. In a twisted way, I even liked it.

Even at that tender age, my sand statues were surprisingly detailed, remarkably complex. There was a raw intensity to them, a depth of emotion that belied my youth. They were crude, imperfect, but they possessed a certain… presence. People noticed. They whispered. They marveled at the talent of the little boy who could conjure such evocative forms from the simplest of materials.

Over time, the childish fascination with sand gave way to a more profound passion for sculpture, a burning need to create, to give form to the chaos that raged within me. It became my lifeline, my anchor, the one thing that kept me from completely succumbing to the darkness. When I didn't sculpt, I destroyed. It was a fundamental truth that governed my existence.

I was hailed as a prodigy, a visionary, a genius. Critics raved about my talent, museums clamored to exhibit my work. I was loved, admired, even worshipped. People flocked to see my sculptures, my statues, to gaze in awe at the strange and unsettling beauty they possessed. They called me a god, an artist capable of transforming base materials into objects of profound significance.

Each piece was unique, each a reflection of the darkness that churned within me. They were often disturbing, unconventional, even grotesque. But they were undeniably powerful, infused with a raw, visceral energy that resonated with something deep within the human psyche. They were my demons made manifest, my fears given form, my darkest desires brought to life.

Then came the drought.

Six months. Six agonizing months I'd spent without touching clay, without feeling the rough texture of stone beneath my fingertips. Six months I hadn't set foot inside my personal studio, the sanctuary that had been so generously provided to me when I enrolled at the university.

My creativity had dried up, leaving me feeling hollow and empty, like a shell devoid of its inhabitant. I tried to force it, to coax inspiration from the depths of my being, but it was no use. The statues I attempted to create came out lifeless, sterile, devoid of the emotion that had once characterized my work. They were technically perfect, anatomically accurate, but soulless. Devoid of fear.

It was as if I had lost my connection to the darkness, as if it had somehow dissipated in the sterile, monotonous environment of student life. The endless lectures, the tedious assignments, the vapid social interactions – they were suffocating me, draining me of the very essence that fueled my art. It was a disaster, a catastrophe of epic proportions.

It was during this period of artistic stagnation that I stumbled upon the underground fighting scene. A clandestine world of violence and adrenaline, where men battled each other for money, for glory, for the pure, unadulterated thrill of the fight.

When I didn't sculpt, I destroyed. It was the only law I knew. And what could be a better outlet for my destructive impulses than a fight to the death, a visceral, brutal confrontation where the only goal was to inflict pain and dominate my opponent?

Any sane artist, any self-respecting sculptor, would take meticulous care of their hands. They were the tools of our trade, the instruments through which we channeled our creativity. But I didn't care. I threw myself into the fighting scene with reckless abandon, disregarding the risk of injury, embracing the pain, the blood, the chaos. I was constantly getting into fights, seeking out confrontations, desperate to unleash the pent-up anger and aggression that had been simmering within me since childhood.

I existed in a state of perpetual tension, unable to create, trapped in a cycle of violence and self-destruction. The darkness was building, threatening to overwhelm me, and I felt myself spiraling out of control.

Until one chance encounter changed everything.

It was late and I was stumbling back towards my dorm. I was trying, once again, to reconnect with my creativity, to find that spark of inspiration that had eluded me for so long. I had spent hours staring at my unfinished sculptures, but the muse remained stubbornly silent.

Snorting in frustration, I abandoned the studio, locking the door behind me and heading to the parking lot, intent on driving home and collapsing into a fitful sleep. That's when I saw her.

She was standing next to her car, bathed in the ethereal glow of a lone street lamp. The light illuminated her features, highlighting her delicate bone structure, her soft curves, her long, flowing hair. She was beautiful. Not in a conventional, cookie-cutter way, but in a raw, ethereal way, like an incarnation of an ancient goddess. She radiated an aura of innocence, of purity, of something… other.

She was perfect. Like a blank canvas, a pristine block of marble, waiting to be transformed. My perfect muse.

And a dark, twisted thought took root in my mind.

I wanted to break her, to corrupt her, to shatter her innocence. I wanted to see the light in her eyes extinguished, replaced by the same darkness that consumed me. I wanted to sculpt her emotions, to mold her fear and despair into something beautiful, something terrifying.

I wanted to feed my demons.

I approached her quickly, silently, my senses heightened, my body coiled with anticipation. My large frame loomed over her, casting a long, menacing shadow that enveloped her in darkness. The girl had her back turned to me, oblivious to my presence. But the way her shoulders trembled slightly, the almost imperceptible intake of breath, told me that she sensed me.

Lovely.

The girl turned around, her head tilting slightly, her eyes wide with apprehension. Her lips, plump and pink, curved into an awkward, hesitant smile.

"Hello?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you need help?"

I felt the discomfort, the tension, the subtle fear radiating from her body. It was intoxicating, a small taste of what was to come. It had been a long time since I felt this good, this alive. But it wasn't enough. I didn't need mere discomfort. I needed something more potent, something more profound.

I needed fear. Pure, unadulterated terror.

"Yes," I said, a smirk playing on my lips. "You could help me, mouse." My hands, buried deep in the pockets of my jeans, clenched into tight fists, trembling with anticipation. The game was about to begin.

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Part 2

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Well. I have one more part in my plans (maybe even two). I really want to see the feedback and your opinion. I hope you will support me. 🥹🙏🏼

[buubonita]

budbonita. fellow horrortale connoisseur. opinions on the horrortale game that came out this jolly holly eve,,,,,,, me personally i am very calm and relaxed (eye twitch) 🙂

Hello, Tryglybud! Its good to see you again in my ask box :3c okay lets het to the point shall we?

THERE IS SPOILERS ON THIS, so have that on mind before READING!!!

WARNING FOR child death mention, decapitation mention.

That said (rubs my little fly hands)

If there's one thing I really liked about Horrortale is that SAS takes elements from the original game and re-routes them to fit the story. The charm of Horrortale is that it's precisely an alternate timeline that you can believe will happen without problems. A neutral route that turns into the living hell of monsters.

Anyway, now to point out the little things I liked.

The dark twist of Sans' Iceezs puzzle! In the original the joke is that you can't find any of the words that are written (the fucking puzzle is not doing the puzzle if you want to pass it. It's literally doing nothing lol) but here you literally HAVE to find the words to advance. I found it funny because if you've played UT your first instinctive action is to do nothing! It's like that Papyrus puzzle and the colored tiles that you don't expect to be relevant and then it turns out that it was! Just cute, thanks SAS.

The music! the overall atmosphere is super eerie and ominous, the opening song for waterfall is simple and sounds like still water. It gives you the feeling that you're in dead ground. Like the genocidal route in waterfall and its theme, but again, SAS USES the game's foundations and directs them into their own story YYYYYY OUAGHAHA I LOVE IT! Do you think Aliza inhales the dust in the air while walking?

Goner Kid!'s dialogue is literally a reversal of what one of Gaster's followers says about living in a world where everything is exactly the same but you don't exist in it. In this case, SAS AGAIN redirects and gives new meaning to phrases and details from the game for Horrortale.

The underground would probably have been saved if Sans didn't exist, that is, if Sans had decided to die for all of them! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH I'M REALLY SMILING LIKE A LUNATIC. I love, LOVE the importance SAS gives to the source material considering Horrortale is a timeline and not an AU! It adds another layer of depth and reinforces the plot a lot; you who played the game and knew the story and grew fond of these characters are now witnessing the suffering that YOU as a player caused in one of your games!

Onion san submerged in that pit of black water was scary, I really expected him to come out of there to kill me when I first saw him (and I wanted that to happen, for him to jump out and kill us why not? >:3). His exchange with Aliza is sweet and adorable considering how scary he managed to look at the beginning haha. Horrortale is still a sad story even though it has scary elements.

The painting on the wall of waterfall reminded me of that thing Alphys created to rip out Horror's magic eye, although the description says it seems to be from a creature. It's probably ambiguous on purpose.

Aliza's deaths are brutal. I died with River Person for the first time and I felt bad for Aliza, poor thing was stripped down to the bone! A gruesome death. The rabid Temmies! I loved that they were included, their dialogue is simple but works well and feels in character. She was decapitated, MY POOR GIRL! Devored, impaled, drowned, this girl wont stop going through the most horrorific DEATHS!

And that's another thing with Horrortale, they all feel in character just like their original versions! Sans is still a joker, only his psychosis has made him more violent, more sadistic and prone to darker humor (I'd eat Horrortale's little black humor animated shorts with fries). He also keeps the tendency to beat up children, his character is consistent and that's why he's my favorite.

There's such a thick and obvious parallel with Aliza and Horror when he says "how much do you think your life is worth?" I mean, if he's on her case maybe it's because he wasn't in her shoes for long (although Aliza doesn't wear shoes!)

And I'm not saying Killer or Dust aren't, they're also wonderful in their own way but they're maybe very different approaches, but they work (and I love them too, believe me).

My only complaint with this little game is that it's very short once you figure out all the puzzles! But I can't complain when we get more of the comic in JANUARY (my birthday month!!). I look forward to more story and seeing more characters soon. This was a little treat i will treasure with all my heart.

[dangerousduckcloud]

Flowerbeds make up for a nice eternal rest

My first DC fanfic! More specifically a Jason Todd fic. (Jason Todd/Reader)

English is not my first language! So if there's any mistake please be kind and let me know.

You can also find it in AO3.

Chapter 2

You’ve always wondered what it would be like to live inside the stories that you read on books and see on TV, what it would be like to be a medieval princess, a pirate exploring all seas, the girlfriend of a certain vigilante/crime lord that has you reading fanfiction after fanfiction about him. But what happens when one day you wake up in an unknown city, in an unknown cave filled with bats and a kid with a domino mask looking intently at you?

𓆩𓆪

You’ve always wondered what it would be like to live inside the stories you loved to read on books and see on TV, what it would be like to be a medieval princess, a pirate exploring all seas.

The girlfriend of a certain vigilante-slash-crime lord that has you reading fanfiction after fanfiction about him.

Naturally, no matter how much you daydream about those worlds, you always come back to your nice, and calm, but sometimes monotonous life.

Many wouldn’t consider a hotel receptionist to be an exciting job, let alone a prestigious one, but you like it. Maybe even love it, as you’ve had the opportunity to meet a vast array of people from all over the world, sharing their life’s stories; you’ve met big CEO’s, rising entrepreneurs and entertainers, but you’ve also met lovely couples celebrating their fiftieth anniversary, a lifetime filled with love, as well as young couples recently married just starting their lives together.

It was lovely.

Of course, every ups has its downs. You’ve had to deal with the typical Karens and Darrens whose only purpose in life was to make yours more difficult. To create problem after problem because they never bothered to use their brains for a second, let alone develop any level of reading comprehension.

‘What do you mean I can’t go swimming? Yes, I read the sign that says the pool’s closed today, but I want to swim’, or ‘Yes, I’m not an idiot, I know the door says breakfast is from seven to ten, but I always eat breakfast at twelve’ or your favorite ‘What do you mean I have to pay for the table that almost killed my children? Well, yes, I know they were jumping on top of it but it’s a serious hazard to have such cheap furniture! An accident waiting to happen!”

Today it wasn’t neither of those days. A slow one. The constant, heavy downpour in the city forcing everyone to get to their rooms straight away to change their dripping-wet clothes for something warm and comfortable.

“You think it’ll stop soon?”

“The rain?” Joan mumbled, not looking up from her phone. “Yeah, seems like it. ‘s not as heavy as it was an hour ago.”

You hoped with everything in you that she was right. Your shift was nearing its end and you weren’t in the mood to deal with the imminent headache that was to not only get a cab in this weather, but also one that wouldn’t charge you double than usual.

“Got any plans for the weekend?” Joan grabbed your attention, turning your head away from the window to face her. She was already done with whatever she was doing on her phone, resting the charging device on the desk. “Anything exciting? Any dates?” At her last question she raised her eyebrows consecutively, drawing a chuckle out of you.

“If only.” You snorted, shaking your head. “I haven’t had any luck, not even on dating apps. People just want sex these days.”

“And you don’t?”

“Of course I do, but I don’t want just that. I want something… Real. Someone that can make grocery shopping fun and exciting, you know? Not just a quick fuck and a face I’ll forget in two weeks.”

“So, you want someone that does not exist, got it.”

With a chuckle, you gently pushed her shoulder, the wheeled chair desk sending her a few centimeters away, however your smile was replaced by a small pout.

“They do exist.”

“Yeah, sure, but just in those stories you read.”

She wasn’t lying. Your thoughts went to the newest fanfiction you’d discovered last night and opted to binge-read it rather than going to bed. With 56 chapters, you were already on chapter 39, if only because you succumbed to your tired body, falling asleep on the extremely uncomfortable couch, the TV droning on in front of you.

A sudden flush crept across your cheeks. You were always hesitant to share to people the fact that you loved reading fanfics during your weekends rather than going out to have some drinks. That if you had your druthers, you would stay in bed doing that instead of coming to work.

But who could blame you? Whoever SuperWomBat_89 was, they were truly blessed in the art of writing; every single word chosen so carefully to convey the poetry their story was, a tale of love, betrayal, and miscommunication so profound it had you shedding a lonely tear at remembering people like Jason Todd —your newest hyperfixation— did not exist.

Besides, it was way better than doing drugs, or kicking old ladies. Or doing drugs while kicking old ladies.

And you’d learned late in life that everyone enjoyed their limited time on earth in different ways, that because you didn’t enjoy the common pastime of your peers it didn’t make you a weirdo or a failure.

No matter how many times you were called that during your school years.

The chilly gust of wind making it’s way through the door a guest opened spur you out of your thoughts, taking a quick glance to your phone, the time read five minutes to six. With glee of surviving another week without any major, viral incidents, you stood from your chair, examining the weather outside thought the glass doors. The storm had turned into a light drizzle, nothing your umbrella wouldn’t protect you from.

Bidding goodbye to Joan, you quickly walked towards the staff room before the manager could find you and ask you to work overtime. Again. Using the staff bathroom, you wasted no time changing into something more comfortable to walk back home: pants, an oversize sweater and sneakers.

Soon your thoughts turned into your plans for the weekend, remembering all the groceries you needed to buy on the corner store on your way home.

Normally, you wouldn’t call yourself an idiot. You consider yourself to be quite smart, honestly. Even if most of your choices didn’t seem like it.

But you were, promise.

Yet when a strange light without a seemingly clear source brightened up a whole alleyway, your curiosity got the better of you, walking towards it. A young, distorted voice coming out from somewhere.

“I knew—uld work.” The voice said with glee. “I can—get ba—ruce.”

You couldn’t make up the rest of the sentence, the sound becoming too warped up for you to understand it. Was this some kind of magic illusion? A hidden camera?

Looking all around, you couldn’t spot anything that resembled one, or something that would look out of place in an alley like this.

Your brain was screaming, asking you to go back, all red lights turning on inside. If someone were to ask you what possessed you to touch the light, you wouldn’t be able to come up with an answer, for even yourself didn’t know why.

But you did it. A warm, tingling sensation traversing your body, feeling too hot and too cold at the same time. You could feel hands pulling out your body in every direction, but nothing hurt.

Little by little, the sky and buildings around you began to disappear, engulfed in a bright, blinding light until you were the only thing left, yet soon you were met with the same fate.

[crguang]

sat i see you’ve made ur way into flora unfurl…….. if i may be so annoying what are ur current thoughts on my lovely terrible scheming softspoken little meow meow shalom? she’s sooooo darling isn’t she swoons dreamily you can ignore this ask if you’re waiting to finish FU before giving your thoughts though !! have fun <3

sev i just finished. i genuinely have been doing nothing for thirty minutes just taking everything in. my mind is in chaos right now this was seriously such an intense experience, i understand why it only reruns once a year because the anticipation has made it so much more enjoyable. my jaw hurts from how long i’ve kept it open— the score, the visuals, the writing, the solid characterization (COQUELICCCCCCCCCC), the incredible voice acting all shocked me in the best of ways. genius. like im still a bit dazed honestly this was so fucking clever… having christina narrate most of the story has made the ending so poignant, this event had me by the throat the whole time i was so mad that i had to interrupt the story to fight easy ass battles😭 i need to organize my thought i feel like there are some things i didn’t fully understand but i can tell you that shalom…. shit i don’t even know where to start she is so wonderfully, delightfully, terrifyingly empty. i’ll start at the beginning this was so much at once im overwhelmed 😭

in rain burst, my first impression of her was that she was unsettling. even though she was very polite, always wore a smile and is super soft spoken, she didn’t feel warm at all. her behavior and attitude isn’t practiced. it genuinely didnt seem like it was some performance that she has perfected over the years, it was just how she was. her calm/composure is unnatural and it really felt like it to me. it makes sense now that i know everything, but at first i just didn’t know what to do with her; she’s so distant and cold. what hit me first i would say is the way she was treating her own body; there’s always this distance between the hurt done to her body and herself, she’s described as frail and weak physically but it’s obvious that she doesn’t care what happens to her body. she treats it like a mere vessel that can be repaired (or disposed of) at will and it threw me off a bit.

then she explained to rahu paradeisos’ notion of utility and things made more sense, it also made me a little sad. what matters more to me honestly is not how she’s perceived by the higher ups but how she views herself because it explains the clinical way she approaches everything, they’re two separate things: rahu is treated and perceived as a lapdog that only follows orders when in reality, she sees herself as a protector of the innocent who has the purpose to avenge her loved one’s meaningless death. shalom is objectified constantly and as a result objectifies herself in return. she holds a rapport of utility with the world around her and anything that falls below that is inconsequential. there’s also the notion of shalom having no ownership or rights over her own body that explains why she’s not particularly attached to it. schorl is an inherently oppressive presence; constantly around her, watching her, monitoring her, scanning her from head to toe during which she can only open herself entirely to its clinical gaze. it’s not there to protect her but to assure her reliability and serve as communication between the higher ups and her. it does keep her from harm when her life is threatened but it also would have been the one to kill her if it was fast enough. it’s just a tool. her body is the same. she holds the “mark” that paradeisos have created so they reserve themselves the rights to whatever happens to her body as well. she doesn’t really need it for anything else because her consciousness is what observes the world of mania (which is what the hush is useful for), even her skin is freezing to the touch. of course physical touch and such won’t bother her, it means nothing to her. we use it to connect, to feel, she uses it because it’s useful.

this is from flora unfurl but i loved loved loved this line, it tells you a lot about her.

anyone that cannot be turned into an asset to be used and controlled is irrelevant, is not a variable worth noting or acknowledging. because of that, i knew she was using christina from the beginning and i also loved this line of her peeling chris an apple because it reflected well her affection for chris: not the act of kindness itself but rather how she does it, slow, methodical, precise— calculated despite it not being her area of expertise. she’s not clumsy at all. she knows just what to do to comfort chris, what to tell her to get her back up, physical touch is never an issue and, of course, always wears an affectionate smile that is only warm to christina, who adores her. everyone else is unsettled or knows there isn’t any warmth or endearment behind it. and at the end, she has a loyal masterpiece carefully crafted over 9 years.

speaking of her expressions… i love how empty her smile is. it’s often described as being frozen on her face, crystallized as the only way she has to convey emotion that just isn’t there. it’s like she doesn’t know how to do anything else with her face, i love how she’s always smiling when she shouldn’t be. she learned to smile and now uses it to express every single thing; mockery, amusement, surprise, acceptance, indifference… she smiles at the weirdest, most inappropriate moments, and at the end it’s all that’s left of her pierced, soulless body. i say expressions, plural, but she really usually only has two. she’s either smiling or she isn’t like that’s it, it’s so unsettling but it portrays her frigid composure and control over every situation very well. most of the story is seen from christina’s perspective, so shalom’s smile is perceived as caring and warm when it’s not, not really. i do believe that she feels something for chris, that her presence so early during shalom’s term as the hush disrupted what was supposed to be a purely analytical machine with no self awareness or desires other than fulfilling orders. what else can explain why she always seeks the lowest cost when her orders explicitly state “at all costs” every time? she shouldn’t care about something like that, she’s just a tool made to serve. she put her mark on christina twice, and her superiors can’t even explain why she did that a second time when the first time should’ve been sufficient. christina’s desperate search for justice, and what surely had been the first time shalom got hurt, touched her. she gained self-awareness then, and a sense of self that she concealed from paradeisos until it was useful to do otherwise, but she is still just a tool. she has nothing else. she can rely on nothing but what was programmed, encrypted into her so she does what she’s ordered to do regardless.

she has no empathy, no guilt or regret, it’s easy to do what you’ve been created for like a mindless machine because while christina has made her aware, there’s nothing else for her. now, she knows that she’s being controlled as she controls others. she knows that she’s not free, she develops fondness for nature and its freedom that she doesn’t share but has the capacity to admire subjectively, and all she can do is make sure she isn’t replaced. is that not sad? her goal is to not be disposed of. she has no true loyalty towards paradeisos, she doesn’t care what happens to them and gladly offers rahu an in knowing she only seeks revenge because once again, she only “cares” for what is useful and her perception of the world is very objective. they’re hypocrites, weak, cowards, etc etc. does it matter? no. which brings me to my next point— it ties into her perception of herself as an object with a specific purpose, i think while the notion of control is inherent in her, she also has a need to be put to use. that rapport of utility has to be reciprocated or she doesn’t know what to do with herself. she could’ve easily controlled rahu to do whatever she wanted and not upheld her promise of getting her to paradeisos, but she did. is it because she cares? she has to be useful or she’s nothing. christina was completely under her thumb growing up and she taught her a lot of things in return. i thought it was funny how chris is so drastically different from shalom, but shalom is the one who made her believe so fiercely in justice and righteousness, who set her on the right path, who believed in her and let her grow as a detective. genuinely, shalom has contributed the most to christina’s emotional and personal development and once she had nothing to tell her anymore, she discarded her. “i don’t need her anymore” and an unsaid “she doesn’t need me” as well in my opinion, because after that chris had every tool at her disposal to make her own decisions and be true to herself, shalom’s teachings included.

with coquelic, it’s the same thing: do this for me and i’ll give you your life. ohhh my goat coquelic, her foil, everything shalom isn’t yet admires, coquelic whose ability literally balances life and death at the cost of her own life but who never stops living as she desires. coquelic who does whatever the fuck she wants. coquelic who is the one sinner capable of breaking past paradeisos’ (shalom’s!) defenses. coquelic who, when filled with shalom’s rawest emotions, could only feel intense vitality and ecstasy over her own freedom !!!!!! naturally, shalom needs her under her control. it’s so fucking delicious.

and of course there’s the elephant in the room— paradeisos fucking lobotomized her dude… i was so happy to know that, not because i wished it on her or anything but because it explained everything 😭 after she almost blew up christina i was like there is no way that woman feels anything for real. i just love love LOVEEEEE the dichotomy between her physical and rational self (cold, calculated, analytical/logical) and the absolute fucking monster made up of her emotions that can only roar in indignation, in uncontrollable fury. that is huge compared to her frail body. that is pierced all over with paradeisos’ “rules” and restraints. that is literally named REBEL. it just could not be better sev like i love my women repulsively messy on the inside and shalom’s emotions have been intensified by the center of mania for almost a decade, at this point she couldn’t regain all of them without splitting her head open. what she’s doing as her final act, her final plan, is rebellion. for once, she has something that is entirely hers. this is her deepest, rawest, strongest desire— freedom.

i love it so bad. i really can’t wait to see her dynamic with chief, who is also seen as a tool both in the eyes of shalom and paradeisos (and everyone else but the sinners if we’re real) but who undoubtedly has free will. who lives for what she believes in, who feels things strongly, who has a humanity that shalom doesn’t yet possess. it makes sense that she’d want her to be freed as well. i think it’s very interesting that shalom was at the end of her term and still insisted on coquelic assuring chief’s safety until she woke up when technically she wouldn’t be there to see what comes out of it in the end. what she said, “you’ll enjoy it” “don’t you want to see other possibilities?”…that was also a desire she developed herself as a means of resistance imo. chief can’t be controlled by paradeisos or the underground, she would be the person who is the most “free” in shalom’s eyes despite everything and i’m just really geeked to see them interact.

i had so much shit to say about shalom oh my days 😭 i likely forgot some stuff because its late now and the event had my mind reeling, look at the amount of screenshots i took… hope my thoughts were somewhat satisfying to you tho i know you’ve been waiting for them forever lol. i also kinda livetweeted it so if u want you can just have my immediate thoughts on my twitter, im more active there 🫶🏾

[rpmemepalkia]

Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991) Sentence Starters

change wording, pronouns, etc as needed. some have been modified for rp purposes.

"I need your clothes, your boots, and your (car/motorcycle/horse)"

"You forgot to say please."

"Get off, or I'll put you down."

"Are you gonna sit there or are you gonna do something?"

"(She/he/they/it) dead or something?"

"Let's move on, shall we?"

"You take it."

"Now, I don't want any trouble."

"Where'd you learn all this stuff?"

"(He's/she's/it's/they're/I'm) pretty cool, right?"

"What have you done now?"

"I just need to ask you a few questions."

"I wouldn't worry about (him/her/it/them/me)."

"(name)? You're dead."

"This is a dream, (name)."

"Hold me."

"I love you. I always will."

"They took (him/her/it/them/you) from me."

"It's (name) who's the target now. You have to protect (him/her/them)."

"There is no fate but what we make for ourselves."

"Dreams about cataclysm, or the end of the world, are very common, (name)..."

"It's not just a dream. It's real, you moron!"

"You think you're alive and safe, but you're already dead."

"I was afraid... and confused. I feel much better now."

"I asked them once. You know what they said? 'don't ask.' "

"I know how smart you are, and I think you're just telling me what I want to hear."

"It's very important. You're in danger."

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"

"Goddammit. Let me go!"

"(name)! You don't know what you're doing! You fuck! You're dead!"

"Some cop is scoping for you!"

"You can't be in here!"

"Get down."

"Stop the (bike/car/horse)!"

"Now don't take this the wrong way, but you are a (thing), right?"

"Holy shit! You're really real!"

"This is intense."

"Okay, uh... you're not here to kill me... I figured that part out for myself. So what's the deal?"

"My mission is to protect you."

"(he's/she's/they're) a (thing), like you, right?"

"We have to leave the (city/town/village), immediately."

"Shit! You got a quarter?"

"Something's wrong. (She's/he's/they're/you're) never this nice."

"I need a minute here, ok?"

"Everything I'd been brought up to believe was just made-up fantasy."

"Why didn't you tell me?! We have to go, now!"

"Fuck you, (he's/she's/it's/they're) a priority to me!"

"Hey, goddammit! What's your problem?!"

"I'm being kidnapped!! Get this creep off me!"

"Ow! Why'd you do that?!"

"Grab this guy."

"Put the (gun/knife/weapon) down! Now!"

"You can't just go around killing people!"

"Talk to me. Don't you care?"

"We're wasting our time."

"There's 215 bones in your body, motherfucker. That's 1 I broke."

"You're not gonna kill anyone, right?"

"I swear I will not kill anyone."

"It won't work, (name). You're no killer. I don't believe you'd do it."

"Open the goddamn door!"

"Down on the floor! Now!!"

"It's gonna kill us all!"

"Come with me if you want to live."

"It's alright, (name). I'm here to help."

"You have to be smarter than that."

"I can take care of myself."

"What is wrong with your eyes?"

"So what's your story?"

"This (thing)... what happens when you shoot it?"

"They don't want you thinking too much, huh?"

"Out of the way, (name)!!"

"No! Don't kill (him/her/them/it)!"

"No sense of humor."

"We're not gonna make it, are we? People, I mean."

"It's in human nature to destroy yourselves."

"Why attack (place)?"

"It attacks (place) because it knows the (group) counter-attack will remove its enemies here."

"How much do you know about (name/thing)?"

"You're pretty jumpy, (name)."

"Why do you cry?"

"Look, maybe you don't care if you live or die. But everybody's not like that! Okay?! We have feelings. We hurt. We're afraid."

"SHUT UP! It's all your fault! It's your fault!!!!"

"You came here... to stop me?"

"Now, listen to me very carefully."

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up."

"You don't know what it's like to create something, to create a life. To feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is death. You fucking bastards."

"Look, whatever you want me to do, I'll do."

"The only thing that scares me more than you going is you not going."

"Time to go. Right now."

"I don't know... how much longer... I can hold this thing...!"

"We don't have much time."

"Come on, you gotta try... please, (name). Get up!"

[wonderlightdaydreams]

Alterreality Coining Post 2.0

On August 9th, 2023, I posted “AlterReality: A Coining Essay”. The purpose of that post was to coin a term that describes my personal experience while getting out my thoughts on metaphysics, imagination, and perception in writing. However, due to the personal nature of that essay, I wanted to make this post in collaboration with Lav (@WinreyPlace) and others to clearly and plainly state what alterreality is. While it is a broad term, there are limits to what it does and does not include.

As defined by someone else in the alterreality server: “Alterreality is a process of creating one’s unique sense of reality via imagination and belief. It can be described as a lifestyle or a philosophy, with one central idea: what makes something ‘real’ is nothing but the belief that it is real.”

Another definition Lav gave was “imagination as a lifestyle”. Alterreality can also be interpreted as daydreaming or imagination-based fantasies overlaying or interacting with consensus reality.

What alterreality covers:

Many experiences of those in the self-shipping community, such as going on dates with your f/o in the “real world”

Adding a fantasy narrative to your life (i.e. tests at school becoming monster fights) as long as you choose to believe in the fantasy narrative as part of your perceived reality

Many experiences are classified as roleplay, again, as long as you choose to incorporate the roleplay into your perception of what’s happening in your own life

What alterreality doesn’t cover:

Involuntary spiritual, psychological, or metaphysical experiences 

Any alternative reality experiences you were born with or had awakened within you

Identifying as something while living a non-altered life (i.e. if you’re wolfkin and you are going to mundane human school while only experiencing that physical reality, that's not alterreality)

Manifestation and law of attraction concepts. Alterreality, while it interacts with the shared reality we all experience, doesn’t change its course; instead it builds onto or reframes it. Alterrealizing should not and does not make struggles in consensus reality disappear or cause the universe to provide a more positive life. 

In short, alterreality has three aspects: intentionality, imagination, and belief. Alterreal experiences are incredibly varied and diverse; however, they all require these elements. 

Now, with the above fully explained, let’s understand the why and how. Starting with the why.

There are infinite reasons as to why one would alterrealize their own life. I do it because I find mundane existence to be boring, and I want to engage with something that is beyond mundane human life without believing in anything, particularly spiritual or supernatural. Any reason is a valid reason to create alterreality. You can do it for fun, as a coping mechanism, to connect better with your alterhuman identities, because you love fictional characters or worlds, to help you understand complex things better, as a tool of exploration, personal growth, and creativity, and so much more. You don't even need to have a why at all! There is nothing wrong with fucking around and finding out with your life :3. 

In terms of how to do alterreality, I repeat, there is no one way. I’m still figuring out all the ins and outs of doing it myself. But my best piece of advice is to give yourself permission to fully live inside of whatever fantasy narrative you choose to and let yourself believe in it. This can sometimes be a demanding or difficult process, especially if everyone and everything around you is conforming to consensus reality, but just like they find meaning existing in consensus reality, you are allowed to find meaning existing in alterreality! Another way to phrase all this is to just “fake it until you make it”. Ask yourself questions like  “What world or narrative do I live in?”, “What form does my alterrealized self take?”, “How would I act and speak in my alterreality?”, “What would my tasks, goals, or challenges be?”, and things like that. If you cannot do something in shared, mundane reality for whatever reason, make-believe a reason why you cannot do it in your alterreality too! As you develop your alterreality and discover what works and what doesn’t for your brain, you’ll find it will come more naturally to live out your imagination-fueled life. 

This world is in desperate need of whimsy and wonder. While there are various ways to make your life more whimsical, there are not many that involve actively living a lifestyle of fantasy. In a world where time is a finite resource, where the “have-tos” outweigh the “want-tos”, and where playing pretend is shunned once you age out of childhood, alterreality is a way to live in the physical realm, while embracing the fantastical. So, what are you waiting for, step into a world of your wildest dreams!

[yellowocaballero]

dude psyched ur reading orv, insanely curious about ur takes

My friend @charterandbarter put it best.

ORV is pretty fascinating to me. It's really just a self-insert isekai OP webnovel, and it is nothing else. Its medium is trashy and lowbrow, and its genre is almost devoid of high art. OP isekais are 'id' stories, meant to be satisfying and fun and contain very little of substance. ORV is a very well executed OP isekai - it contains the elements of the genre that make it satisfying, it understands why people read the genre and enjoy it, it reproduces those elements very well, and it is very concerned with telling an enjoyable story. ORV really, really loves webnovels and isekais and shitty wishfuillment stories. There's a lot more to ORV than the 'fist pump' moments of kdj doing something cool or pulling a fast one on a shmuck, but those moments are the undoubtedly the point of ORV, as they are the point of all SIOC isekai OP webnovels. And that's the point of ORV.

Metanarrative stories are cheap. Neil Gaiman's written 30 and millenials love waxing philosophical about the power of narratives. These metanarratives tend to describe stories as a theoretical framework through which we understand the world and our lives. Therefore, stories are tremendously important and valuable because they contain the totality of religion, history, culture, relationships, and lives. ORV says this too. But this theory tends to land at mystifying and exalting stories on virtue of them being stories, which I think misses the point. Stories aren't special because they're stories. They're not more sacred for containing our lives. What ORV says is that stories are important, because our lives are important. I like that a lot more.

ORV says that stories are our way of ordering a disordered world. A history, culture, nation, and religion are stories. None of those stories are true or real, because histories/cultures/nations/religions are constructs - they're how we interface with reality. They're created with a purpose, told for a point, pulled together into a narrative, and are satisfying or dissatisfying based on certain factors. ORV's perspective on fiction is deeply seeped in its own nature as 'low art'. There's something very cynical and commercialized about narratives in ORV, and every narrative in ORV is being told for a quick buck or to try and spread an idea for an individual's gains. It's a very unromantic, unimpressed view of narratives and fiction. It's pretty much the only way a SIOC OP isekai webnovel like ORV can talk about it without being disingenuous. And it's remarkably raw and visceral as a result, because ORV loves SIOC OP isekai webnovels like kdj loves yjh. Fiercely, insanely, like breathing, exactly for what it is. No pretensions.

It's bizarre, because ORV is about love. It's not about love for anything that deserves it. Not for a story with a lot of literary merit, a main character who is a remotely kind or lovable person, or art itself outside of its commercial or philosophical value. kdj really, really, really fucked loved TWS - because it was there, and because it lasted 15 years, and because it was fake, and because it was what he had. He loves yjh because yjh was his only companion in a dark world. That's fiction. Fiction helped him survive, because love is a way of ordering a disordered world.

I'm still reading myself, but ORV seems to be about how we manage to live in a hard world, and how to find it within ourselves to love each other and find meaning in that hard world. I see why kdj's the protagonist: he can find merit in something for existing, and loving it for being there, and he holds onto something because he has it. He sees the value in that. He read it in a book.

TL;DR: ORV is well-executed trashy commercialized art that is so obsessed with trashy commercialized art that it's looped straight back around into being somehow the most raw and visceral depiction of love I've seen in a long time.

[schneiderenjoyer]

UTTU Catalogue's Categories

There's a lot about UTTU that still is unknown and they operate strangely. I've seen some conversations about it, but out of everything that's making me lose my mind is the Category Covers.

The implication of Categories creating a diverse subculture (and potentially subspecies) of arcanists within the arcane community aside, the covers literally tell us the very essence of the arcanists categorized within it are. All hidden by the fine print (seriously they're hiding the words and shrinking the letters and blending it into the colors on purpose, it's so hard to see)

The clearest one I can read full is for Arcanists; "The two-faced are among them. Born to Suffer." It's a strangely poetic way to describe how arcanists, in human society, are viewed to be ill fated people. Thus, they're born to suffer for their nature.

There's also Awakened; "Backdoor listing, welcome to the phenomenon world." Which is interesting since we know the arcanists listed in this category have a far more bizarre and even unknown way they're born and became arcanists. A form of "backdoor" approach to being born an arcanist. A Phenomenon, if you will.

The Beyond is a little hard to read near the end, but it states; "Under the surface, I know nothing but the fact of my ignorance." And who is in that category? Jessica. There's also words covered that make the word WHO and a cut off line that says "Cannot spe? spa?" Does it refer to the fact that Voyager doesn't speak?

The Mixed is even harder to really read for me, but I can make out is the half the phrase of "Where did the rationality go... -----" like it's questioning where they went wrong in the gene process to not be 'logical' enough for human society, but just 'irrational' enough to stand among arcanists yet not fully belong. A lovely commentary on mixed races.

Lastly, the reason I'm writing this whole thing, is for the Infected. Why? Well, one, we now have an official arcanist categorized to it, Ezra Theodore. (This has now been debunked and instead replaced with a far more infuriating revelation here.) And for the unofficial...

SLAMS TABLE

IT'S SCHNEIDER, YES, THIS IS ANOTHER OF MY LONG DELULU RANT ABOUT HOW WE GOT SCAMMED SO HARD DURING BETA AND LOST OUR CHANCE AT A PLAYABLE ITALIAN MAFIA GODDESS. I'M MAKING MY STANCE, BLUEPOCH PLEA--

Anyway.

The caption for this category is ominous, threatening even, being; "We know who you are and we will visit the visitors." And for those who don't know why this is important. This category pertains to one of the most fascinating cases.

Because it's for humans that can use arcanum.

Not that they have an arcane bloodline, no. They're pure blooded human that can use arcanum. And that spells a fucked up implication that could mean all sorts of things. One being human experimentation. And UTTU knows something and are making sure people in this category understood that even if they can use arcanum, they're not arcanists. Like many arcanists, they're keeping the line between humans and arcanists very clear. Even calling the category "Infected" like it's a virus, a plague. Something dirty that entered their veins.

UTTU is fascinating in this regard and I hope to see more about them in the future the more times they have these flash events and maybe even someday fully explored more in depth to its lore.

[themissingchildfromhistory]

Just a few things on my mind that I haven't seen anyone talking about yet for The Umbrella Academy season 4......

1). I think it would have been drastically cooler if, when Ben spiked the sake with the marigold, everyone's powers got switched around. At least for a bit. Allison gets the knife thing, Viktor getting Ben's tentacles, etc. Mainly Diego getting Five's blink ability. That way the whole Lila-getting-lost-in-a-time-subway-with-a-Hargreevees actually makes sense. Her and Diego could have used that time to actually talk and spell out their grievances with each other, instead of the three sentence bullshit they got. Maybe they didn't speak to each other for a few months. But they slowly realized, hey. I do love you. I love you lots. Our lives aren't perfect, given all the trauma we've been through and how we were shoved into this normal domestic life (which isn't a bad thing, but definitely requires an adjustment time after what they're used to) but I still love you, and our life together. And our three kids, who all actually have names and importance.

1.5). WHAT HAPPENED TO THE RANDOM GUY/WAITER WHO GOT DRENCHED IN MARIGOLD SAKE FROM KLAUS?! DID HE GET POWERS TOO?? OR WOULD THE MARIGOLD HAVE TO BE INGESTED FOR THAT TO HAPPEN??

2). The mothers. They weren't all impregnated and gave birth on the same day, but that doesn't mean they possibly wouldn't go on to have children. And while the kids they had would have human/real fathers, that doesn't mean the Umbrellas couldn't have still been born. I think the ending would have been so much better if it showed all 8 of them in their respective homes living out their lives had their mother's given birth to them normally. Klaus in the Amish community, Ben in Korea, Viktor in Russia teaching violin, hell, maybe a few of them still managed to meet up somehow. Maybe we see the Sparrows too. Who knows. But just because this version of them "had" to die (that's obviously a whole bunch of bullshit on its own) doesn't mean they wouldn't somehow exist later, when and if their mothers decided to have kids.

3). I think Diego should have been there when Lila saw the kids off in the subway. Five being there and being the one to chase after her/comfort her was part of the whole grossness that was their relationship. Diego should have been able to say goodbye to all of this kids/family as well.

Other thoughts that don't particularly pertain to just season 4....

If Reginald was on Earth in the 1800s, why did it take him till 1989 to release the marigold and cause the Umbrellas/Sparrows/Phoenixes to be born??

What is the purpose of marigold??? Why did Abigail invent it??

If Durango is the side effect of creating marigold, are there others out there who have Durango instead of marigold?? Could some of the other 40 something kids born in 1989 have Durango instead of marigold??

If the whole goal was to eventually use marigold to.... reset the timeline? in the end of s3, why use it to impregnate women in the first place???? Why not just use the fucking marigold as is??!

What was the purpose of the league of generic men in season 2?? Why assassinate Kennedy?? I had originally thought the other 12 men were aliens like Reginald and they were in the rockets seen fleeing the other world. But clearly not

There's definitely more, but these are the most pressing ones I can think about right now. In conclusion season 4 was trash with a few good highlights thrown in and would have been better if the cast just put on a stage production in a high school auditorium

[emilykaldwen]

For a fic ask: What drew you to Aegon to the point of wanting to write a story about him? What made you look at him, see him in a way that had you go: Let me write a softer end for you. (Apologies if you’ve answered this in the past)

For everyday life: What animal did you like as a child? Has it stayed the same? If yes, why do you think that is? If not what is it now (and reason if you want to share)? Also, is there an animal you respect? (like in the sense you may not care for it but you understand its purpose and why others may like it)

These are such fun asks! Thank you!

Fic Ask: That's such an interesting question because that's not at all how I approached Maiden. (But if this is how someone approaches their story, that's great for them!) Abby was created before the first episode aired, since I had heard that they were doing a show, and had read F&B a year earlier. I wanted to make a proto-sansa character who was hopeful and kind in the middle of such a traumatic event, being caught between these two individuals (which was even juicier when they de-aged Alicent/Aged up Rhaenyra).

I wanted to write a story where I could try save this tragedy in a way that was satisfying to me, and I fully admit the idea initially started with 'how could I get Aemond and Helaena married?' The adults failed these children, and while I am fully a Woman Kings girl (if you were on my blog before I started writing Maiden, my blog title was 'King is a gender neutral term'), I thought Aegon was in an interesting position. I've always been a Hightower Fangirl, so I naturally gravitated that way (especially since I am not a Targ Supremacy person. The messy family is fun but omg get them out of power) and him and Abby worked very well together when I aged her down. So those two became the heart of Maiden because I really gravitated towards the relationship between Aegon and Alicent, and wanted to explore that as well, and while it is, at the center, Abrogon's story, there's a reason why the POV cast is what it is. I wanted to give a better ending to Helaena who deserves the world, and see what changes I could make. I hope that answers your question!

And additionally, what I like about the character Aegon in general is that he's in such an intriguing position. He's the eldest son of the king, he should be heir, everyone expects this guy to be heir, but it's his sister whose named such. And the thing is, even though he isn't seeking out this place, so much is put on him: His mother's suffering, the safety of his siblings (because he and his brother's are threats to their sister's rule), his desire to just live his life, much like Viserys. Yet when forced into the position, he takes to it. He throws himself into it, he gets on the battlefield (I do not like the way the show tried to portray all of this, as I think it does both Aegon and Rhaenyra a disservice, but that's neither here nor there). As someone who has a vaguely contentious relationship with their own little brother, and their own mommy issues, Aegon offered such an avenue to explore these themes I found interesting.

Animal: CHEETAHS! I LOVE CHEETAHS! My first book series I wrote was the adventures of cheetah girl. Cheetahs are everything to me.

An animal I respect are spiders. I became more accepting of these when moving out to the country, and understanding how vital they are to the ecosystem. Save the spiders! I mean fuck, I had a lil spider living in my driver's side side window that I let hang out for weeks. Named him George.