#just wanted to mess a lot with filters so this was born

[martyryo]

unpleasant

[seabysiren]

141 Task Force Streamer AU!!!

the ghost force channel began with just you and Simon in the beginning. simon came to you with a proposal after hearing some of his coworkers chatting idly on their break.

simon works his ass off since graduation. he had to. to get him mom out of that hell hole. to help his drug addict of a brother.

normally he would’ve rolled his eyes at the slackers, but the conversation caught his interest. that someone could make a living off of playing video games and whatever else. (he had to search up markiplier and pewdiepie to fully understand)

simon had to ask you about the idea. he wasn’t the best versed in technology, nor did he have good, working computer. (each time he booted up the old hand me down laptop it sounded like it was about to blast off into space.)

you had jumped at the idea. you nodded happily as he slowly explained what he had overheard. then shyly asked if he could borrow your pc.

it was kinda funny though. simon would whip out his glasses and squint at the screen as you taught him the basics of how to video record and download games.

when you first opened the editing software he just slowly looked at you. blinking slowly like a cat. there was no way he was gonna be able to understand all this.

so you promised you would learn just for him.

it took a few recordings of you and him messing around to finally get him comfortable talking into a microphone. because this man doesn’t talk. he just sits in silence and observes most of the time.

you jokingly call him grandpa. in return he just gives you this dead stare.

it took a lot of time to think about the channel name. simon didn’t want it to sound dumb, nor too try hard. (you teased him about the new lingo)

he settled with ghost. because if this didn’t work out, he would just disappear. and because this was a side gig, something bound to fail.

you tacked on force at the end because you knew. you knew that whoever was going to watch his first video is gonna be a simp. I mean, have you heard his voice??

the first video recording was around thirty minutes of good old minecraft. seemed popular enough. and paired with simon’s deep voice and his dry humor, it was all set to go.

you reassuringly rubbed his back when he posted the first video. you could see in his eyes and from the way he wrung his hands he was a bit nervous.

that same day you ushered him home to rest.

that same night was when it began.

the simping.

you had to filter the majority of the comments in the beginning because you just didn’t have the heart to show him all the thirsty comments about his raspy, deep voice.

he was just happy to have a bit of extra cash. that he didn’t have to work himself to the bone if this channel grew.

and grew it did.

not only was everyone really liking his voice, but also his dry ass humor and dark jokes. coupled with the fact that for some reason he was really good at learning game mechanics, you were able to easily record and edit.

him angrily clicking on the red bed and being told there’s monsters nearby.

“good night moon. good night tree. good night zombie that i cant see but i fucking know you’re there.”

fucking hates dating sims. but his audience thinks it’s funny for him to dryly play the protagonist.

“goddamn it i dont wanna fuckin’ talk to you ya bloody muppet.”

he’s not allowed to play dream daddy anymore from the pure frustration that radiates off him. that and because you don’t want his blood pressure to rocket.

loves lying and tricking his viewers. makes up the most absurd background information about himself because he just thinks it’s funny.

“i wasn’t born for this fuckin romance. i was born for politics. been told i have great hair and i love lying.”

you chime in every once in a while and have funny little text chat comments. especially when you have a counter about the amount of times he insults something with the word muppet.

he’s british. his accent is too powerful for the simps. there are too many videos making fun of his british-ness. next video title is called damn Americans reviewing all their stupidity in return.

you call his fan base little poltergeists because damn do they make a tonna noise. their so vocal about his voice and dry humor. that and because they love clowning on him.

he gets bullied for playing valorant instead of apex. in return he mops the floor with anyone who stream snipes his games.

loves mystery games. and action games. anything in general he can shoot and lie and absolutely destroy other players

he’s a little too good at among us to be healthy.

overall 10/10 recommend coparenting a channel together with simon.

ps he’s known for this one quote that went viral.

“im going to defeat you with the power of friendship… and this knife I just found.”

part II

[voxofthevoid]

I don't know if you've answered this before, but do you have any other characters you ship Yuuji and Gojo with or are they exclusive for you? What do you think of ItaFushi or SatuSugu for example, their other popular ships?

It's come up in general a few times, I think. I've had a couple of anons ask whether I ship sukugo or tojogo (solid no for both) and another about my thoughts on Yuuji ships.

(In shocking news, Tumblr search continues to be useless.)

The short version is that goyuu is the only ship I'm well and truly obsessed with; they haunt my waking and sleeping hours, etc etc. They're not exclusive for me though—more like, half of them isn't. I ship Yuuji with a lot of characters (in theory at least; I don't read much in JJK). But goyuu is the only Gojou ship I like. I avoid everything else. This tends to be a pattern for me across fandoms, actually.

My thoughts on itafushi are covered in that Yuuji ships post I linked above. But expanding on that some more, I really love its tragic elements. The way it's consistently love for each other that leads them into some of their worst experiences. Yuuji eats the finger and later dies to save Megumi even before developing any deep bond with him, and Yuuji's impact on Megumi is pronounced throughout the aftermath, especially during the Goodwill event (his dialogue with Kamo, for instance). And post-Shibuya, Yuuji's self-imposed isolation is born from concern for Megumi to a large degree, and Megumi ignoring that concern and deciding to stick with Yuuji is what ultimately leads to Sukuna's incarnation (the Tsumiki-Yorozu mess determines the timing, yes, but the situation was their making too). Depending on the current state of Megumi's soul, I'd like to see some final interaction between them. Feed us some tragedy, Gege.

No one's asked me about satosugu before, so here we go: People who like Getou Suguru and/or satosugu, stop reading here.

I loathe it. It's the only JJK ship that makes me hiss on sight. Like I said, I avoid all non-goyuu Gojou ships, but I don't care if my eyeballs accidentally land on, say, nanago or sukugo. Satosugu, however, turns me into this:

The reasons are twofold. One, satosugu is so ubiquitous that you literally cannot avoid it no matter how many filters you use. It's the first time I'm understanding how it must have been to be a non-stucky shipper in post-2014 MCU fandom, but man, I didn't want to understand. I did start out with just garden-variety distaste for satosugu, but that only lasted till the 100th or so evasion of my block filters. Two, I can't stand Getou. Pre-villainhood, he's fine—well written and interestingly flawed. Post-villainhood? He pisses me off (that's its own essay that I won't get into here). The only characters I dislike more than Getou in JJK are Mahito and Naoya.

Gojou, in contrast, is my second-favorite character after Yuuji. The combination of Character I Adore/Character I Loathe means I run the hell away from the ship.

(For those of you who like Gojou and/or satosugu and read my fics: None of this will show in my writing, don't worry. These days, I'm fairly good at treating characters I dislike fairly, as my MCU fics show).

[storyofmychoices]

You deserve a nice ask and all the good and beautiful things. I hope you have the best of days and the best of weekends. You are marvelous!! I wrote you a little gift <3

The amber liquid sparkles as I twirl the cut glass tumbler delicately between the fingers. The firelight glows golden when filtered through the bourbon. Somehow the flames make the drink burn hotter and taste smokier than they would normally be.

Or maybe that’s just the quality of the bottle, I think to myself as I glance at the worn label beside my dark green leather chair.

Whatever the case may be, liberating this bottle from the side table in some long forgotten corner of this godforsaken palace had been the best idea and one that still draws a smile to my lips.

I’m beginning to think it’s the tiny jabs and small victories that will be the only thing to see me through this investigation.

I watch, mesmerizing by the refracted light.

It would be easy to find myself disappeared or poisoned in this country.

I look at the liquor again. This is how I’d hide poison. No one would smell death over the pain. Who knew death smelled of almonds and entitlement?

How did I find myself here? I wonder.

How’s that film saying go?

Of all the gin joints…

I sigh. This line of thought ain’t entirely healthy. But fuck if it ain’t true.

Of all the cases to come across my desk, of all the penthouse I could’ve walked into, of all the rich royalty I could have crossed paths with, it had to be him.

Why the fuck did it have to be him?

I finish off the bourbon. It’s a bit of a not all together unpleasant burn. Reminds me I’m alive somehow and, even more so, reminds me just how easily this could be my last case.

Our last case.

I look up to find him still studying the lab report Ruby dropped off. Countless medical books and, I chuckle, a pharmaceutical dictionary laid open as well.

“I just don’t know about this?” he says still concentrating on the report.

“I imagine you don’t know a lot about anything,” I tease. “You probably had your bread buttered on both sides since the day you were born.”

He looks up surprised, but grins when he sees my smirk.

“Why, Lilah, are you messing with me?”

“Me? Never, doll,” I wink.

lksjdf I absolutely love love love this! (even if it's a bit angsty) AHHH

^^^ totally mean when I opened this and started reading, knowing fully well the wonderful person behind the words and the lovely vibe you brought me.

Me to you always ^^^^

I will reblog again in the morning with a proper reblog because I have lots that I need to share about this! (but for now, my puppy has decided that I don't need time for myself to reply to this appropriately!... at least he's cute! ) I didn't want to not reply today so here is my initial thank you post! With many more thoughts coming soon!

Thank you my wonderful friend for always being so lovely and generous!

[blairhqs]

[cisfemale and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [BLAIR HARRIS]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [GRACE VAN PATTEN]. You must be the [TWENTY-THREE] year old [ATTENDANT AT PINBALL WIZARD ARCADE]. Word is you’re [CANDID] but can also be a bit [SELF-DESTRUCTIVE] and your favorite song is [ALL-AMERICAN BITCH BY OLIVIA RODRIGO]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. // @aurorabayaesthetic

CHARACTER BASICS

NAME: blair sofia harris NICKNAME: blair AGE: twenty-three DATE OF BIRTH: may 26 ZODIAC SIGN: gemini GENDER & PRONOUNS: cisfemale, she/her ORIENTATION: bisexual STATUS: single HEIGHT: 5′8″ OCCUPATION: attendant at pinball wizard arcade NEIGHBORHOOD: seabrook quarter

QUICK FACTS

born and raised in aurora bay and lived a pretty comfortable life growing up since their father always provided for them while their mother took care of them.

in school, she never really excelled in academics and because of this, their dad always compared her to her high-achieving brothers. ger lack of study habits, coupled with a preference for extracurricular activities, set her apart as the family's outlier. however, her hardwork in volleyball was rewarded when she became the team captain during junior year. she also dabbled in the drama club, but more of the person behind the scenes rather than the one acting in it.

since she didn't really have much prospects for college, blair just ended up going to aurora bay college. however, she wasn't really sure what she wanted to take so she found herself drifting from one major to another. she was one of those kids who had no idea what they wanted to do with their life, unlike her brothers who seemed to have their life mapped out ahead of them. her older brother, rhett harris, was starting to make a name for himself and their band; blair was obviously their biggest fan and she attended almost all of their gigs. but tragedy struck just after his band was scouted for a tour and that was one of the things that turned her life around. it forced her to confront the unpredictable nature of life and inspired her to pursue her passion—film.

aurora bay's film school in their college wasn't exactly top-tier, but she didn't want to go far away from home especially when her brother was still recovering. nonetheless, she enjoyed this course much better than her previous ones. the course of her life was just beginning to get better when another unfortunate event struck them. their mother has fallen sick. considering that blair has always been a momma's girl, she was shattered by the news and started acting out more.

she's never been a straight-laced girl, but the news only made her more volatile and destructive. she always ends up putting a facade that she doesn't give a fuck about anything when in reality, she's just trying to numb all her feelings. also the type of girl who has no filter and says what she means without really thinking about what the other person might feel. she currently revels in chaos because her life is just a mess of chaos lately.

currently, she's on awol at school without her parents actually knowing about it. as far as they're concern, she's still diligently attending her classes and not spending her days working at the pinball wizard arcade.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

friends/enemies/girl squad/childhood friends

a ride or die where they're probably just bad influences to each other or enables the other person's destructive behavior

ex-fling/hookups/one night stands/fwbs/enemies with benefits/tinder matches

someone she hates for no particular reason other than because they annoy the shit out of her or vice versa

neighbors/family friends/drinking buddies/party buddies

something based on lacy especially over this verse: and i despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you, yeah, i despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you.

pretty much open to anything tho so just hmu xx

[pitbullwithawig]

As a member of Gen Z I have something I would like to say, which is a lot more serious I feel like than a lot of the things I reblog or post or whatever. But it's something that I feel like needs to be talked about, which is the mockery of Gen Alpha for rudeness and ignoring social rules and politeness and all that. And so I am going to attempt to explain my thoughts in a way that other people can understand which can be hard for me if the thought has already formed in my head and isn't spontaneous as I type. So bear with me.

So like many people I am on Instagram and Twitter and all that and I see a lot of videos and posts and everything about the "brattiness" of Gen Alpha kids and how they're rude and unsocialised. And lots of these people, calling these twelve year old children out for these issues, have placed their finger exactly on the real problem, though I don't think they really have processed that. If they did they wouldn't be making fun of it.

The reality is that these children who at this point are now twelve years old and beginning to interact with the world in a meaningful way, are the first generation of kids who were fully raised with high speed and stronger technology. These are the iPad kids in the wild. Like, even me and my younger brother who are on the lower end of Gen Z were born at a time when the Internet was in its MySpace and maybe early years of Facebook era. Nobody was giving these things to children just because they were still always considered new. New and constantly changing. But now we have the kids who were born in the twenty teens, when technology was a fact of life and yes a handy way to distract small kids. What's more, nobody was aware of the harm screen's like IPad and phone screens can do to a brain in its very important early stages of development.

So here are these kids now, entering the world. And their entire life they've had a archive of information and other people and things to do literally at their fingertips. Since birth even! And these technologies have interfered with their brain development right smack dab in the crucial years where kids learn about language and social interactions and how the bloody world works. But they learned it looking through or around the skewed filter of a phone screen. So here was the first stage of messed up brain development where they learned that the world works the way it does on chatrooms and in movies and tv shows, where people speak to eachother the way they do online, where their brain is always stimulated by something new just a few taps away. I mean, they learned this skewed version of the world as toddlers! This, for lack of a better description, human code has been embedded at the very base of their brain and everything else that comes after is just building off of that.

Then a few years later comes the pandemic. The big bad pandemic that ruined lives and fucked everyone over, especially the people who were still developing. And suddenly the order of the world has changed and their brains are developing around that strange new order. And this causes them to miss milestones in their brain development.

They're not in a classroom anymore. They can't connect with friends. They can't physically connect with people outside their bubble, in any way. No roughhousing on the playground, no visiting parks to swing around in. Their class is squares on a screen, and if they want to say something without other people hearing there's always the mute button. My point is that already limited social interaction (something essential in reaching many milestones in neural development and learning how to interact with the world) has just dropped to almost zero. Now EVERYTHING is filtered through a screen. Right smack dab in the most developmentally important years of these kids lives.

Even people my age have missed milestones! People in Grade 9 and 10 were far too grabby and overactive because we missed the developmental period where we learned how much touching is too much touching, characterized by people wrestling eachother and poking eachother excessively. AKA middle school boys. Yes, that is an essential part of development. And we missed that because of the pandemic.

So these kids' already fucked up neural pathways get wired in all the wrong ways. And we're surprised when they do not have the capacity to behave as a functioning human beings!?

Yes they are being rude. Yes they are being gross and unnecessarily mean. No I am not excusing them (or their parents) for that. But these poor human beings have the wrong base code! Their brains were built wrong, in the wrong way and the wrong order and to the wrong extents! Maybe, instead of making fun of and putting these literal children down for something they can't help (aka their literal brain development), maybe we should be putting effort into explaining why this is happening and Finding A Way To Fix It. AT THE SOURCE! Inform new parents about neural development and natural milestones. Explain why screen's are not good for literal babies. Educate, educate, educate.

And maybe we can save the disaster that is becoming the human race.

[land-of-holly]

Rings of Power Episode 7 Liveblog

You know, all these white people covered in ash world  look a lot more problematic if it wasn't for the red filter

NO NOT THE HORSE

oh gross people burning to death too

OH GOD ONTAMO NO

At least Valandil hasn't earned his namesake yet

Join the army, they said. SEE THE WORLD they said

A good, hands on queen

Oh no I hope Isildur will survive

Poppy's song is delightfully macabre

Oh shit did their orchard get volcanoed too?

Oh now they think the stranger is useful

It's cool how Nori and her family all seem to be wearing basically the same outfit. Clothes are hard when you have to make them all yourself

Elrond is doing a diplomacy!

He is no common elf! Ooh I love how they're leaning into his halfelvenness

Kneeling even!

King Durin is being really stubborn about this. There hasn't really been a lot of variation in this plotline, just Prince Yes, King No

Oh Durin....he just wants to save his friend...

GO OFF QUEEN

Durin is loyal and filial, he's just a great guy

Their marriage is so great

SAY IT. SAY 'HER BEARD' Maybe only the great dwarven matriarchs have proper beards

It's weeks to Lindon, Elrond, you can stay for dinner

'Go towards goodness'  ....and I think that's beautiful

So mithril....does cure leaf?

Doesn't mean this wasn't Sauron's plan all along

Chill, Theo

See Galadriel, this is what everyone else sees when they look at you

Everything is not your responsibility! Tho I guess if that is what you came to Middle-earth for the first time.....

Berek!

Miriel does not look good

Mindfullness, Theo.

I love the Galadriel Theo roadtrip. Good friendship

Oh look she regrets killing orcs, or at least considers it an evil. Progress!

She's...giving him her dagger?

These orange filters are really making a statement

Miriel REALLY doesn't look good

Oh shit

Greenwood the great!

Is he sending the Stranger to Dale? Proto Dale?

It's the nicest way he can say "please don't help us anymore"

It's so fun  to see the different ways they have of showing the size difference

Oh boy, he asked about her brother

WHAT

Sorry??????????

Excuse me???????????????????

SHE'S ALREADY MARRIED

Little disappointed not to see the romance, but I'll be glad to see him show up eventually!

So like, where has he been all this time? And why did she stop looking for him?

You gotta replace it with something better, Theo

He has a point, Galadriel. Problem of Evil and all that

Adar? We get Adar?

Nope :(

Smells like Elves

I guess the volcano makes it harder to track by scent

Durin can't possibly mine the mithril all by himself

OMG ELROND'S HAIR LOOKS SO GOOD WHEN IT'S ALL MESSED UP! DO THAT MORE OFTEN!

Elrond! You threw the fight??

Elrond's got a little bit of everything in him. Might be some Dwarf in there.

YOU HEAR THAT ELROND? HE WANTS YOU TO BE PART OF HIS FAMILY.

Far side of what?

That's a lot of mithril

Oops, busted

I guess other people do talk to King Durin

Oh no, Elrond got banished :(

You were ill formed when you were born? HARSH

Now we're getting some real good father son talk

Consigning your allies to death is not tempering! Not everything is a test, some things are just important

NO YOU

Shit, did Durin just get disowned? Are we kicking off a coup?

Poppy has such good songs!

He did bring it back to life!

Oh no is it more wolves?

Worse! Big jobs!

Love the cat ears on the cultist, don't love the brunhilde breastplate

Did she just lie to them? Are they bad news?

Hey, don't touch her hair

Um. She just put the torch out with her hand.

EVIL

NOT THE CARTS

Oh it's the Numenorean camp

I love that the dude armor also has boobs

What's that, Berek? Isildur fell down a well?

Listen to the horse!

Oh, Elendil, there's no sense regretting decisions made in good faith

Theo's ear! Half elf Theo....disconfirmed?

Don't just go wandering into tents, Theo

Oh it's the sick tent, guess Bronwyn might be there

Wow, not going light on the injury showcase there

Now now, we've already done "I thought it was them but turns out it wasnt"

Bronwyn! ARONDIR! HUGS!!!!

I guess the blindfold might be helping some.

NOW KISS

Oh shit now it's started. Let's do a war!

She couldn't bear to put her father's real name on this though

Awwww, Elendil

Harfoots don't give up! They rebuild!

I'll point out to all the haters that people may have WORRIED about being left behind, but no one actually WAS. Revealed preferences!

Oh, now she's going on her big walkabout

Marigold?????

And Sadoc too??????

Malva????????

Shit, I guess Isildur's gonna have a time getting back to Numenor

Pelargir exists! Numenoreans have been hear before!

Galadriel had to face the music eventually

Yeah Galadriel, remember? Their king? The guy you manipulated into coming here against his will?

Uh, I thought elves only had artisans? He can't do the 'as long as it's pretty' thing

Guys just get up and walk with open wounds around here

And ride??? What wound does he have that needs special treatment but that he can ride a horse to??????

Awww she gave up the dagger. She is healing, and so is Theo

Disa's getting her Lady Macbeth on. Such a good wife. I love her.

Go away Balrog, it's not your time yet

Ugh, knew they couldn't resist the temptation

Adar!!!!!! :D

MORDOR. Oh I like the thing with the text.

We're almost done!! I can't believe it!!!

[x-tetrodotoxin-x]

In your headcanons, Ujiko modified / tried to modify Dabi's body to be more fuckable or boy was already born ✨PERFECT✨? Some messing up with textures and body proportions to make him more enjoyable sex-toy but only causing suffering for him at the end of day (which he can take like a good painslut he is, but it doesn't make things less wrong)? Do you recomend any good kinky vivisection fic with Touya? Some neat cutting a living flesh of 100% conscious, terrified patient~?

Heh heh... Fuck that's some good shit though goddamn 👀👀

I love the dead dove fuckery potential of allforujiko's little facility full of unwanted spares for Tomura, they probably did all kinds of totally sick shit to those patients because, hey, they're just spares, they've got plenty. No harm done. Touya especially because he's defenseless. He wouldn't even know, wouldn't even remember anything they did to him. I really think there's some implications there especially since loss of autonomy and medical trauma is a trope used to symbolise rape in a lot of media, and Touya reads so much like a sa survivor. Ujiko modifying him to be the perfect toy though? And like the whole idea the coma was medically induced too so he'd be a pliant little doll for whoever wanted to use him? Totally fucked up. I'm here for it.

I dont got a lot of recs sadly. I gotta get better at bookmarking good fics. I know I got quite a few ujiko/Dabi fics where he's like cutting him up while he's awake and terrified, if you just scroll through my ao3 and filter to the ship you should find some.

[kirric-the-fan]

She takes after you

Pirate au drabble (family fluff, little bit of angst): When Dolores is born, Félix feels sad that she isn't a merperson like him. Fastforward a few years and they realise she's more like him than she seems.

-

"She looks like you."

"She's got her father's eyes," Pepa murmured softly in return, turning her head towards him, "and complexion." The babe nestled quietly in her arms, wrapped among the blankets as the after-echoes of the storm still rocked the ship around them. Pepa winced as a hand curled through her shirt, the brief tussle to retrieve it turning her grimace into a weary smile. "And grip."

Félix laid his head against her shoulder, and curled his arms around them both. "She's beautiful," he said, planting a kiss on her cheek, "just like her ma."

"You flatterer, you."

A soft chuckle rumbled through his chest as he kissed her again. "You're one to talk." His kisses kept going, dotting down her neck and towards her shoulders until she smiled.

"Careful:" she warned him. "Remember how we got into this mess."

"A beautiful mess." He reached down, caressing their baby's head. The baby stirred a little at the touch, as if leaning into the warmth. He let out a sigh. A new life. Their child. A miracle of their own. A warmth filled his heart, and, for a moment, he couldn't imagine there could be anything in the world more wondrous than this.

Pepa adjusted her hold, some of the blankets falling away as the baby kicked.

Félix swept in, scooping a hand down to rescue the loose folds and gather them back in. He paused at their baby's feet. Two feet, pink, and poking out from the bottom of the blanket. Two little pinkish feet topped with tiny little bud-like toes that curled in on themselves. He traced a finger (almost as big as they were) along the bottom of one, starting as they moved, pulling away from him and paddling through the air. He stared, entranced by their movements, so strange and new.

"Félix?"

"Hmm?"

"She's going to get cold."

-

"Félix?"

He barely heard his name filtering through the darkness, or the scrape of the lid on wood as it was pulled aside.

"Felix, mi amor, talk to me. What's wrong?"

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong."

"Don't give me that."

He spiralled up out of the barrel, water sluicing off his chest as he turned to face his wife and give her a kiss. "What's wrong is that you aren't resting," he said softly. "You've just had a baby. You need to recover." Pepa still looked tired, and pregnant; the bump, while lessened, still prominent.

"I'll be fine. I want to know what has my husband hiding away down here. I've barely seen you."

He ignored her, looking around instead. "Where's-?"

"Julieta's looking after the girls."

"You should be with her."

"As should you."

Félix sank back into the water, his face fallen.

"What is it?"

He didn't answer, retreating even further, almost disappearing under the surface.

"Félix,"

"Aren't I allowed to have a quiet soak?" he said.

Pepa reached in after him. "Félix, don't do this to me. I know something's wrong. You're in your sad barrel." He tried to protest, but she stopped him. "You never come down here unless you're feeling down." Pepa paused, leaning over the side. "Is this about our Lola? You've barely spent any time with her."

His silence spoke too loudly, stretching between the decks. "Félix," Pepa started.

"It's not her. She's wonderful. She's beautiful, she's perfect, it's just..."

"Félix?" Pepa prompted, her words soft.

He pulled himself round, his back to her. There wasn't a lot of space in the barrel, but there was enough; and, with bit of a wriggle, he freed himself, lifting his tailfin out of the water. He held it up, turning it this way and that. The light glistened off of the silvery scales, the last droplets of water running down the sides. Sadness tinged his voice. "She takes after you."

"Oh," Pepa breathed, "Félix..."

She gathered his hand in hers. "I didn't know it bothered you this much."

"I didn't think it would." He stared at his tail, his voice so small. "I know it shouldn't. I don't want it to: I just felt…" His hand drifted, building circles in the air to nothing. "Confused." He dropped it with a sigh, letting it splash down back into the water. His reflection distorted and disappeared, chopped up into a hundred ripples. The sound lapped against the sides of the barrel. "I don't know: it's… complicated. I thought if I had some time, if I could just work it through in here," he tapped at his head, "I'd be fine again. But…" he trailed off. "But I shouldn't be bothering you with this. You don't need me pulling you down right now."

"What I need is to know is that my husband's okay. I need him to know that he's allowed to feel sad, so long as he doesn't shut us out."

"But-"

"You're allowed to have emotions as much as anyone else. But I need you to be there for us. Feelings and all."

"I don't want our bebé to think I'm upset because of her."

"Oh Félix," she planted kiss on his head, long and deep. "You packed yourself into the dingiest barrel at the bottom of the ship just so you wouldn't hurt her feelings. You already care for her so much. I wish you could see that." She moved, settling by the side of the barrel where he could see her. If he looked. "But she is just a baby. She doesn't care about any of that right now. All she wants is sleep and food. And to be held. And one or two other things that I am not going to be doing all the time, so her father had better pull himself together and haul his tail out of these barrels sometimes to help clean her up, or, so help me, I will find a nice sandy desert to strand him in."

"I will, I-" It took him a moment to notice she was smiling at him. "Oh. Well…" he fumbled over his words. "Cleaning. I can manage that." He turned to his wife, practically nose to nose as he leaned on the side of the barrel. They shared a kiss, parting after a quiet, breathy moment. He slowly blinked up at her. "You know, even if she doesn't take after me, that'll mean she's going to take after the person I love more than anything in the world. And that, can never be a bad thing."

Pepa smiled, and kissed him again. "Just you wait Félix. I'm sure she'll take after her father in ways we can't even imagine. And she's going to be amazing."

-

A couple of years later:

"Félix?" Pepa called. She paced the deck, cupping her hands to her mouth and calling out again when he didn't reply. "Ugh, where is he?" She collared a nearby crewman. "Have you seen Félix? Or my daughter?" A shake of the head and she let them go with a sigh, turning her hunt to another deck.

There was no sign of them. It wasn't until she was well below decks that she heard the gentle slosh of water, subtle, counter against the rush and thump of the sea at the hull. She made her way over to the tub. It was bigger than some of their other containers, but sure enough, when she peered over the edge she could spy the silvery shimmers of her husband within. Movement too, hands tapping against each other and then against a smaller pair- their daughter down there too, perched in the crook of his tail.

Her heart warmed, watching the two play, then tightened as she realised the seconds were stretching on and they still remained underwater. "Lola?" A trail of bubbles escaped her daughter's lips, the ghost of a giggle chasing through the water. But she didn't emerge, more bubbles trailing up as she writhed under the surface. "Lola." She tried to quell her racing heart. She needed to breathe. Surely he'd know, but Félix didn't need it, and he was there, his tail curled around her... Dolores wriggled again, thrashing around and sending waves all across the top. "LOLA!" She grabbed her daughter and hauled her out in one swift move, sending water cascading over the deck. "It's okay, I've got you, I've got you!"

Félix burst out after her, his alarm turning to confusion as he saw her. "Hey! What- Pepa?"

They faced each other down for a moment, water still dripping on the floor.

"What on Earth do you think you're doing?!" Pepa snapped.

"What am I doing? What are you doing?"

"Saving our daughter! Have you forgotten that she needs to breathe?" Her exasperation wasn't lost on him.

"She's fine amor, look at her." True enough, little Dolores was giggling and squirming in her mothers hands, seemingly un-phased by her brush with death. The girl pulled a face, letting out a 'nyeh' and shaking the water off her head until her hair bounced up again. Just like her father did. She was beaming up at them. "Besides, I thought you said humans know how to hold their breath underwater."

"As babies! And we can't do it for that long either!" Pepa kneaded her forehead with one hand. "It's a good thing I came down when I did," she shot a glare at Félix, "otherwise we'd be preparing for two funerals." The point wasn't lost on him, and she turned back to Dolores, bouncing her on her hip and nudging her hair out her face. "Come on, let's get you dried off."

"Uh..." Félix's voice stalled her steps. "How-" he flinched under her glare, hands curling in to his chest and tapping against each other. "How long is...'not long'?"

"Félix," Pepa warned.

"I'm just wondering because you've never really said, only that you've got hold your breath and it takes some time but-"

"Minutes! After a couple of minutes most of us start to suffocate!"

There was a pregnant pause, a silence, then his eyes flicked to their daughter and back. "She never has."

For a moment they just looked at each other, then, in tandem, the two of them turned to look at their daughter, and Dolores chortled, laughing and giggling as if at some joke neither of them knew.

-

Waves lapped against the sandy shore. Pepa watched Agustín and Bruno, paddling around in the shallows with Isabela, her brother stumbling to catch Isa upright as another wave threatened to pull her over.

Isabela barely noticed, and dove into the waves to the water beneath. Every so often Isabela would burst out again, gasping for big gulps of air before diving down, determined to outlast her cousin who lurked just beneath the surface. The next attempt, despite all of Isabela's protests, was doomed to fail as much as the first, and all her other attempts. Her daughter could breathe underwater.

Pepa watched as Félix rolled by, a broad shape under the surface, scooping Dolores with him as he swam.

"That's going to be useful," her sister said, stirring beside her, "for a sailor." It was unusual, to see her laid out so unguarded, just taking in the sun, her hand resting protectively over the bump in her belly. Another baby on the way, their family growing even more by the year, bringing a new generation of Madrigals.

Félix. She couldn't deny it suited him, being a papá. For all the challenges they'd faced, he'd taken to it like a natural, always so full of love and generosity. And now… She watched them curl through the clear blue waters, her little Lola right by his side, hand in her father's as he helped her along.

She takes after you.

Pepa felt a pang of longing.

"Go on." Pepa blinked at her sister, and Julieta gave her a smile. "I know that look. Go." Pepa hesitated, looking around. The rest of the crew were further up shore, giving them some privacy, and their boys were too busy in the water. If she- "I'll be fine," Julieta said, interrupting her thoughts. "You belong with them."

With the barest hesitation belt, boots, and other extras were tossed aside, Pepa stripped down to shirt and breeches, and she swept down to the shore, skimming over the sand, the sun gleaming around her as she dived into the waves. And her family were there, coming up from the corals to greet her with open arms.

(thank you for reading- more pirate au content can be found here, and I'd love to hear what you think, and if you've got any q's or prompts you'd like me to write for the au, my askbox is always open (I'm not scary, I swear!))

[saturniandragon]

From your most recent ask game I thought 18 and 19 sounded like they would be fun to combine. Oh and 32 looks interesting if you wish to add that as a bonus. 36 too in fact but don't worry if that's too many. With any OC of yours that you wish to choose. Although I would very much like to see your TES characters if I may request that :D

Trying to be careful not to accidentally delete an ask draft like that one time I tried to answer your anon ask from a while ago.

And yes to anyone's wondering, spinn-virus is the anon that has been sending me oc asks. I've obtained permission to reveal her identity.

18. How easy is it to become their enemy?

Zanri: Zanri isn't one to hold grudges often. Except if you commit acts that in real world would be the equivalent of Geneva convention violations. Terrorism, unlawful torture and executions, taking hostages, to name a few.

Or insult his mom Queen Ayrenn.

Vani: The fighter Khajiit from Orcrest has no more family left, so when Zanri adopts her into his little Dominion family, one can be sure whoever brings her step brother into harm's way will not see the light of day again. Awkwardly they are being overprotective of each other, and they're not fully aware of it.

Adrastea (ESO): Just step on his pet dwarven spider, whether on accident or intentional. Or bring him cold tea. The man is unpredictable on what will trigger him and what will not.

Merri'sa: Merri'sa possesses similar demeanor as Zanri regarding combat. She's by no means a soldier of the Imperial Legion or related to any armed forces in any way, but her Imperial father was. And she has inherited his teachings of battle.

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19. How easy is it to become their friend?

Zanri + Merri'sa: You make a perfect friend of Zanri and Merri'sa if you're an archer, not a racist, a scholar, or any combination of them. In general though, anyone socially decent and respectful can be their friend regardless of background.

Vani: Do you like knives? Close range combat? Making the biggest mess possible in the kitchen? You will like Vani, and she will like you. Whether her step brother will also like you is another matter.

Adrastea (ESO): You have to be educated. Like, extremely educated. Especially on Dwemer. The way he filters out fake friends from real ones is by throwing in some Dwemer-related terminologies in his sentences and see how long they will last. And you have to know how to make a good tea. It's a bit unclear if those are requirements to be his friend or his servant.

(yes I just realized I'm basing his personality off of Neloth from Skyrim)

Adrastea (Saturn): Adra has plenty of interests so chances are one of your interests will align with him. Supercars, firearms, trance music. Or sometimes about adult stuff. He's horny.

Aeryx: Aeryx behaves almost like a house cat. Give her a little affection and she will probably cling to you for a while. Even just complimenting her coffee is enough to make her ecstatic.

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32. If they could change one thing about themselves what would it be?

Zanri: Zanri wishes he can read people better. Numerous times he felt he was used or lied to because he couldn't take hints except the obvious ones. Sarcasm is his enemy because it can take a few hours to a few days before he realizes what his interlocutor actually meant. This stems from him not wanting to judge people too quickly, which has proved to be a little bit of a double-edged sword.

Vani: Vani has been trying to take her step brother's advice of "chill the fuck out a little", though she hasn't been able to because she was born with 6 claws according to the old Khajiiti saying. Admittedly on day to day life she has learned how to keep her temper down since Zanri adopts her, but it's gone out the window when blades are out.

Adrastea (ESO): Does he need to change anything about himself? If anything, being full of himself is one. Though he believes it's just because he's still being stationed in Western Skyrim when he would appreciate somewhere warmer a lot better.

Merri'sa: Merri'sa currently seeks to be better in close range combat. It's never in her blood to be proficient in a fight that takes place within 3 meters, other than when she stealthily assassinates a bandit from behind with her dagger. Granted she is rarely involved in close range combat, but it's a skillset she wants to have.

36. Would they ever kill someone? Have they already?

Not applicable to my Saturn ocs because they're all upstanding civilians :)

Zanri: Zanri has taken plenty of lives, probably unnecessarily too many, although none has been civilians or non-combatants. From simple bandits to Dremoras he has seen a lot of blood splatter caused by his arrows. It's easy to brand him as a cold-hearted assassin who blindly follows orders from his Queen, but he knows that some evil are necessary for the greater good. And he's perfectly willing to forgive anyone who wishes to abandon their wrong ways. Except Mannimarco.

Vani: Vani doesn't have anywhere near the same kill count as Zanri. As a hot-tempered fighter however she is more willing to draw blood as her way of solving a problem. Like Zanri however, she won't fight those who can't defend themselves.

Adrastea (ESO): Adrastea used to be a Pact sergeant before he deserted, and he's slain a few dozen soldiers from other alliances, Covenant and Dominion alike. Some Pact soldiers used to call him the Incinerator because of the amount of charred corpses he left in his wake from his aggressive use of sun magic. Though it's not a name he's particularly proud of.

Merri'sa: Merri'sa has killed a lot of bandit leaders in her time, both in Skyrim and back in Cyrodiil. Though she wonders if it's possible to form a society where execution or assassination isn't necessary to solve the worst of problems. A world where there's no need to carry out a war or a battle, despite how impossible it may sound. For now she has been treating her enemies as archery target practice.

[mendaciumhq]

CHARACTER NAME: loki laufeyson

CHARACTER FACECLAIM: damiano david

CHARACTER AGE/DOB: 13th november 2000, 23 years old

CHARACTER PRONOUNS/GENDER IDENTITY/SEXUALITY ETC: he/him, they/them, or she/her. genderfluid. bisexual/romantic + polyam

CANON OR OC: canon but not to this universe

CHARACTER FANDOM: marvel universe

CHARACTER PROFESSION IF RELEVANT: loki has just finished his three year training to become an auror

SCHOOL INFORMATION/HOUSE/ETC: hogwarts, slytherin

ALIGNMENT IN THE WAR & OPINIONS: from the age of 16-19, loki was a member of the death eaters. he was approached directly by lord voldemort who wanted to recruit more vampires to his side. loki was quickly bought into the idea of it, especially after growing up with a father that loathed vampires. he was, in all honesty, very manipulated by voldemort. his insecurities and downright daddy issues used against him. loki thought he was doing something to be proud of but… eventually, he came to know it wasn't the right thing to do, and he began to unravel his own memories of voldemort twist his mind. so, he reached out to both dumbledore and then through him, members of the ministry. he started filtering out names of death eaters before outright leaving the death eaters. people, obviously, don't exactly leave the death eaters. but loki's done well as concealing himself and keeping on the move. that, and a year after leaving, he started the work to become an auror, working closely with people who could help to keep him safe. he's been working for the ministry and, at times, the order of the phoenix ever since. he wants to stop voldemort's cruel hold for good.

THREE CHARACTER AESTHETICS:

plentiful rings, but aesthetically stacked

the slow drip of blood down a wrist

slowed down songs, coming from another room

ONE SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF YOUR CHARACTER:

nothing new by taylor swift

ANY IMPORTANT CHARACTER NOTES/FURTHER BIO/HISTORY:

loki is a born vampire, the odd one out in a family of regular wizards. loki was adopted stolen as a baby, taken from a clan of vampires that were brutally killed in a 'war' (read: they were extremely loud in what they are and odin, leader of a family of hunters, said 'fuck that noise' bc hes an asshole and killed them all but frigga convinced him to spare the child). his family are a lot Less involved in that shit now and leaned more into politics throughout loki's life, but it still meant loki grew up feeling like the black sheep, the odd one out in his family.

loki makes up for a lot of his displaced feelings by being an intense overachiever both in life and academics. he also chose to go to hogwarts, to move away from home and what he knew in order to get some further separation from his father in particular and carve his own life for himself. it was scary leaving everything behind, but loki always deems it worthwhile to gain his independence.

loki has always had a complicated relationship with both himself, his nature, and what he should do in life. it was one of the many things voldemort saw and manipulated. it was all too easy to twist those insecurities and encourage loki to lean into a darker nature, playing on his familial issues too in order to get what he wanted. it's all left loki pretty messed up in the head tbh. he tries to hide it a lot, work through it, bury into his auror work and being 'good' in order to ignore the gnawing feeling that he's truly a bad person.

sebastian found out about loki joining the death eaters and secretly told thea and mobius in order to give them a heads up. thanks sebastian, loki loved that! definitely didn't cause some horrible arguments. not at all.

he's been working on rebuilding those relationships, rip.

ADMIN ALEX APP.

[haakhai]

Blur India is a brand you want to stay far, far away from

If you're anything like me, although you know Instagram marketing is a filter-filled donut of falsehood and the influencer who's in histrionics "absolutely LOVING!" a product is lying through her teeth for the Moneys, sometimes you can't help but fall prey to a pretty picture; and the enormous and thriving industrial complex of marketing mechanics behind it. They used sunlight, you guys. And BOUGAINVILLEAS. And people with wonderful bone structure. I'm only human after all.

It was about two months ago when I caved, and ordered two of Blur India's liquid lipsticks in the unimaginatively and forgettably named shades under the category that I like to call 'This Company Likes Having Sex'- they might've been called nudes, or dudes, or dudes with nudes. I forget, and I digress.

I received my package in the mail a few days later; taking it to my room brimming with excitement. And this, reader, is where things go horribly wrong with this story. I opened the box up, took out a lipstick, and realised in the span of thirty seconds and one application on my lips that

there was about a picogram of product in the whole bottle (factory mishap? or more sinister, built this way?)

everyone on Instagram was lying to me, without exception, and

my lips were on FIRE

Not literally, but trying to put some of that lipstick on my lips had meant I had scraped off half of the skin on them in the process. It JUST. WOULDN'T. SPREAD. My little sister had play makeup growing up that was easier to apply. I had given myself 'lipstick' with a permanent marker in sixth grade that was easier to apply. If you're Hercules, I would recommend this product. If you aren't, RIP your mouth.

Next; the patchiness. OH lord, the patchiness. Quilts in old fashioned TV shows would be put to shame by the way this lipstick spread itself out. Jesters could've worn my lower lip to court in medieval times. I had squares of globs of pigment, followed by swathes of skin as naked as the day I was born. I was shocked, but then distracted by the dryness. Bear in mind, I have a LOT of liquid lipstick. Name the brand, name the shade. None of them had done such a fantastic job of drying me out like this product did. My lips were parched. They were arid. You could've used them as the before in a vaseline ad for lotion.

The shade also looked nothing like it looked online, but that I could excuse. You know, given my mouth was figuratively in a drought.

But how could they have marketed themselves so effectively? I wondered. How could not a single post in their 600-ish posts have revealed the true nature of this malevolent batch of lipsticks?

In a sudden gust of realisation, it hit me why they called themselves Blur India. Every single post, every try-on video, every piece of promotional material, comes filtered to the nines. Pores? Invisible. Texture? Invisible. Horribly cracked mess of product? I N V I S I B L E

I end this post with a PSA. Don't trust influencers. Don't buy Insta makeup. Don't blow this up so I don't get hit with a lawsuit.

Kthxbye.

[bulletbilltime]

And as an extra, here's the Picrews for my main cast of OCs, and info about each of them! I used this Picrew by @hellosunnycore, if you're interested in trying it out!

From left-to-right, top-to-bottom:

-Carol (she/her, bisexual cis girl shapeshifter whose favored means of fighting is using a shifted blade-arm and shield-arm. Very hotheaded and likely to jump in trouble.)

-Cascade (he/they asexual enby, he's the magic scientist of the team, and knows the most about the inner workings of magic in the Aerth realm. They specialize in chemistry. They were born without powers, so they make up the difference with runes, potions and tech. He's very laidback usually, but when he gets focused on their work, they become basically unreachable.)

-Vanessa (she/her bisexual girl who has access to large sums of money from her rich parents. Her ability lets her gauge others' stamina and physical well-being. It allows her to know exactly when and how to help people, but in combat situations it lets her know exactly where to hit an enemy and how much strength they have left. She doesn't like hurting people, however, and will not lay a hand on someone else unless absolutely necessary.)

-Mark (he/him pansexual man. His reputation for sleeping around precedes him. He can read minds, but he trained himself to be able to turn off and on the ability so as to not violate people's privacy. In fact, he refuses to use his ability on people who haven't consented to it. Despite appearing to be a bit of a meathead, he is very principled. However, he does sometimes get a bit of an ego and believe himself superior to others because of his moral code.)

-Budkin (he/him bisexual man. He's the newest member of Carol's friend group, hailing from the Earth realm. Just like other Earthlings, Budkin is non-magical, and has to learn the ropes of magic tools to hold his own. He was diagnosed as autistic in his teen years, and has developed a lot of anxiety over time.)

-Melinda (she/they pansexual girl. They're a very powerful master of magic, one that Carol's crew slighted at some point in the past. She has vowed to get her revenge on them at some point. She has absolutely no filter, and will tear a new one to anyone who messes with them, verbally, physically or magically.)

Note that these bios are far from final, as these characters are constantly evolving!

(Also, Mark should definitely be a lot more bulky than he appears here. He's basically got the typical football jock build.)

I'm hoping to getting around to doodling Cascade, Vanessa and Mark at some point in the near future, so keep an eye out for that! I also want to make official bios for them as well!

[scentofgenocide]

a Silicon Valley rant

https://hplusmagazine.com/2009/09/02/virtual-life-actual-death/ I absolutely do not expect ham to read my weird rant but i'm mega stoned so it's happening anyway, i should be writing about media and the holocaust but I'm not so I'm writing about this because that woman in your panel set me off. Not because she's wrong about anything, it's not her fault, but the reason i left california is because the ground is polluted with some kind of westward expansion myth but san francisco is as far west as you can go, so they ran out of things to expand, and then they tried to retconn the whole thing by saying that hippies were good people but they actually weren't. Because if you didn't go to vietnam it meant you were rich enough for your parents to bail you out or you had done service already sans draft (early 60s, kennedy standby mode.) So you had all these rich bay area kids, and their parents in the berkeley hills with their huge mansions, and the kids would wander down to Telegraph avenue and hang out and do hippie shit. They didn't get drafted because their parents paid for them to not fail out of Cal. Anyway, out of a group of these people came a guy named Stewart Brand. He preached all kinds of great shit - DIY, eco-sustainability, peace, went to a lot of Grateful Dead shows. He started a magazine called the Whole Earth Catalogue, which became a bible for the hippies. It was an open forum magazine type thing, full of amazing information and stories. My dad had copies of them all, and he talked about how amazing the magazine was, even though he a hippie he didn't see the height of the Summer of Love because he was in a Da Nang jungle in Vietnam instead

[11:34 PM]So anyway this Brand guy, he was like the guru of this movement. And through the 60s and 70s, the movement grew, the true believer hippies clung to life. Then a weird fucking thing happened: he started preaching business, entrepreneurship, Reaganomics. He did talks for AT&T (who was under constant attack along with Pac Bell, for monopoly telecomm practices, actually a distant reason why we're in this mess,) became advisor to governor jerry brown. But then he did something really wild: he became obsessed with technology, and the importance of computers in creating an Ayn Randian libertarian utopia, free of government intervention and oversight. And this is how the civilian side of the internet was born. (edited)

Sick From Old Muffin Era — Today at 11:38 PMHe and the whole earth conglomerate at that point began running these very intense BBSes called THE WELL, basically where rich white college students and professionals with internet access could sit and talk to each other all day via message board. And a lot of people emerged from these boards with a dream for a utopian internet - Steve Jobs was one, the Oracle founder, a lot of major silicon valley billionares. They wanted to create a digital system that was specifically for "intelligent," "educated" "worldly people" (ie other rich white professionals and academics) and free of the confines of, essentially, the working class

[11:44 PM]So these silicon valley people started to see their parents die. WW2/silent generation who had amassed wealth in $$$$$ bay area property and old money, and oh guess what, the silicon valley guys now had an amazing nest egg to gamble their shiny new tech companies on. Back to Brand - by the late 80s, he had formed the Global Business Network to preach these values of libertarian fueled hippie-ism, why environmentalism can be solved with technological innovation. He was BFF with a ton of businessmen and politicians, super rich, etc. And people flocked and flocked to the WELL, which ofc had servers located in some of the earliest internet corporations. So these corporations were just filtering and storing all this stuff from people like humdog up there, until people like her figured out - hey, wait a minute - i'm pouring my heart and soul out here, and this Brand guy is making a fucking mint off me

Sick From Old Muffin Era — Today at 11:45 PMshe was attacked viciously on the board, accused of biting the hand that feeds, of upsetting the digital balance of the community. Brand was off talking to George Bush and shit, he didnt care what his open internet forum had become. (edited)

[11:48 PM]So, I'll wrap up the most unhinged rant y'all will get from me for now, but basically, these absolute Boomer ghouls, who grew up in bay area privilege, who preached love and peace and morality and free love, built themselves a fortress online to keep out riff raff - the working class, poc, LGBTQ, whatever - and as they sat in their parents houses and their tech millionaire houses, growing in value by the minute, they walled themselves off from the world. Homeless people? Not my problem, I've got my whole earth BBS with my white friends from all over the world to support me where we comfort each other and i dont have to walk outside and see the junkies passed out on my block.

Sick From Old Muffin Era — Today at 11:54 PMBlack people? well, they should learn a trade, like computer programming, then they can be successful like me. Mentally ill? A shame, but they should have advocated for themselves more when Nixon kicked them out of state institutions. etc., etc. So - i promise i'm getting to the end here - people like that woman who was at your panel, i don't even need to hear her talk to know her story. That's why she started making sense at first - "money is fake, we need a better world," then all of a sudden starts twisting and turning into her bay area walled garden of "well I'm poor and I can barely support myself, why should I help these other people?" It's a fucking brain disease. These people have been led in two opposing directions and they bought it hook, line, and sinker, and they have ruined San Francisco and the Bay Area, the silicon valley ethic has essentially been and will be the downfall of the west, and this is why you get people in 6 million dollar homes overlooking the bay and people saying to your face, "well, we're all struggling."

[11:54 PM]I'm not going back to california. This is why this is my bunker channel.

[the-firebird69]

A lot of people are saying these are clones and they seen them like this you know some things it's a very aggressive mutation it is and they're not really mutants but if they took the bodies and attach themselves they would of course have this happen and they're pretty good with the chemicals but they need them nearby or they might fall apart or just die it's very dangerous to do and is very difficult it's a science but they look like they are actually concentrating and we can look like this we have demons and his children will certainly would look like this so people don't know which they are because they're very powerful and our son says the power levels of these two are astronomical when they're doing their routine it looks above what the clones would be able to do but he thinks it's possession and we do too and the clones are after that technology and they could blood share without having a brain inside the creature is true and it's a little dangerous but not massively because of the creature grows a brain your dead meat so that's how it goes and then they said they could Bud share without having to actually inside them or even outside of a container it's true but they could travel along the veins and they're very lethal and yeah they could put a valve on it but a filter but they wouldn't stop them and they get that and if they woke up like insects when they're young you just want to suck on stuff it's horrifying and the other thing would be to just use their blood and that's what they probably would probably do it they're looking at spice all the time going to use it just doesn't do as much and they seen it and it's a problem but yeah our kids were different they were born from a class a mutant full-blown cracking mixed with him and people see the baby pictures and I think what the hell is that because one of them had a tentacle and the face of one was pretty nasty as bad I thought it was Dan. But no and we're around and people have a lot of trouble with us

Jennifer

Mop

Carrie

Sunday

Suzanne

More ok. Lol. Some came near and didn't perform the ACT and have the specimen that he's going to move

Hera and yeah we are in Georgia's ships and are almost complete and you people don't know which of his kind of a big mess

Zues yeh

Ok lol he knows but wasn't privy to a lot of it did send us off just like in the movie and Tommy s says it was him and he sent his off to Mars when they were little so I caught and what so he says it and Mars is less gravity and they were a third stronger but no way they like these guys and we didn't send them to a foreign planet we did have them and it's really cool airplane looks like a spaceship the prototype and it looks like qui gons ship, the retrofitted it and I escaped in it

Hera

It's a wonderful story and it's very true and he was there once and helped put them in.

Olympus she says it was nearby each time and he was he wasn't aware of it most of the time

[clavicuss-vile]

IWANT TO KNOW MORE ABT MARROW AND NYMERIA SO BAD IM GRASPIBG @ THEM WITH VIGOR.. for the ask game what abt 33 and 22 for both of them (if you are down) !!❓

ffrogey beloved i will paypal you my firstborn

my funky little college babies i lov them <3 lesgo with the questions !!

Nymeria

33) when creating your character, did you take inspiration from characters in other media? or just other media in general? name them, if any!

Hmmmm god yes im almost certain i did,,, i'm just trying to think what it was. Her name was ripped straight out of Game of Thrones because its a gorgeous name, and she takes a LOT of inspiration design-wise from Almalexia (makes sense considering she's her mother) I think vaguely story-wise she also takes some inspo from Daenerys Targaryen because they both have themes of discovering their history and taking back their "birthright" throne, difference being Daenerys knows who she is and Nymeria has absolutely no idea aside from a little telvanni necklace. I think she also got inspiration from that one dunmer in riften for that bit too!

22) if they were to have a social media profile, what would it look like? the username, bio, type of thing they’d post about, etc.

ooooo okay. i think during her time at the college of winterhold it would be something like: @/PersimmonCrabs 🌸 Studying dunmer history at the College of Winterhold 🌸 She/Her 🌸Please DM me if you find any artifacts or historical records from Morrowind! 💜 Her favourite fruit is persimmons and she has a little palm-sized dwarven crab automaton that Marrow fixed up for her that helps her with her studies (brings her a pencil or a sheet of paper, whatever she needs), also she would definitely use proper grammar and spellings for everything, 100% the type to end all her messages with "thank you lovely xx" I think she'd mostly post pretty aesthetic photos, selfies, photos of her hanging out with her classmates, and whatever the tamrielic equivalent of starbucks would be. Her account would have a purple theme and if the photo didn't have purple in it she'd either add a filter or a few stickers or drawings to make it suit the theme!

Marrow

33) when creating your character, did you take inspiration from characters in other media? or just other media in general? name them, if any!

Marrow my sweetheart. I'm so bad with remembering where i got inspiration this is embarrassing 😭. I know i built them first off entirely around seeing the skull face paint in Skyrim and thought "wouldn't it be cute if i gave the sweetest purest character that". Her design came mostly from the water tribe's clothing in avatar the last airbender actually! never watched it but absorbed the fandom through osmosis. also this video made me want to make a character that would love cooking (well, making) foods like that, and thus marrow was born!

22) if they were to have a social media profile, what would it look like? the username, bio, type of thing they’d post about, etc.

Pure and utter chaos. Unlike Nymeria's there'd be absolutely 0 theme or put-togetherness, if it's an instagram-based platform she'd have story highlights dedicated to cooking recipes, tips + tricks for college, silly selfies, pictures of his friends, etc. For the acc itself: @/marshmari they/she/he !! genderfluid & pan !! dwemer ruins > nordic ruins fight me i'll win !! pls stop stealing books from the arcaneum :( Mari is the nickname her tribe call her, and marsh comes from how she got her name, when the khajiit tribe found her she couldn't pronounce marshmerrow and thus the name Marrow was born. Her posts would be an absolute mess of adorable pictures of her pets, book recommendations, gorgeous falmeri carvings she finds on expeditions followed immediately by a photo of Kin'aru sticking his hand into a dwemer automaton and screaming when he gets stuck, aaaaaand i think she'd also have an art account called @/onionhater where she posts all her paintings :))) grammar simply does not exist on her page