#maybe theres a target near by

[prettyboychik]

every day i wake up grateful I don’t have to interact with radfems/terfs in day to day life bc what is this shit. so many thoughts but mostly. g-d fuck off.

radfem bullshit below the cut. proceed with caution, especially if talk of purposeful attempts to eradicate an entire group of people is something you aren’t in a place to see.

[oracle-of-dream]

I LOVEEEEE your writing sm especially the riize nct and enha ones (frankly cause i only write fics of them) THE SUNGCHAN ONE I LOVEEEE it and i also love the emha series i hope it doesnt get shelved <//3 BUT ALSO SWEETNESS i hope you inspire alot of writers cause istg the riize x male reader space is SO SMALL LIKE theres probably 3 and 1 just uses the tag cause a riize member is a second lead and even the enha x male reader its suddenly all dead apparently

if you dont mind also i love the sungchan x male reader fic you did i requested it help but i cant really relate to it cause a. my fem ass cant and b. will NEVER work out fuck weights so if you can you dont have to have smut where an insecure fem gay reader thinking sungchan might not be into him cause hes either het or into masc gays so his shock when he confessed he was into him you could decide anything else thank youuuuuu

An interesting request! I don't really think about if the male POV is providing a masc or fem vibe, more that they're male. I don't really describe physical characteristics for the male POV so they're a blank slate, but I think I'll give this a shot! I may... change things a little though. As for my other work, thank you so much for liking it! I want to continue the Enha work, but I added more to my plate so I need to catch up!

Unexpected

PLEASE READ WARNINGS CLOSELY, TRIGGER WARNINGS

Summary: You've always tried to be closed off to the world around you, as hateful as it is. But one person seems to shine better than the rest, Sungchan is the only person who understands you.

Warnings: Male Reader, Attempted SA, Bullying, Homophobia, Forced undressing, Violence

Wordcount: 2.2k

Your forehead grew colder as you laid your head on the desk, looking out the window. Students laughed and talked all around you but you couldn't hear anyone. Birds in the sky, students coming to school, teachers giving lectures were all irrelevant to you when he was around... Sungchan, one of the more popular students in your class sat across the room from you. You'd known him since you were little but always kept your distance, never trying to enter his bubble.

Being openly gay put a target on your back, but you were happy not to have to hide that about yourself from anyone. The beatings were something to hide from. Most of the time you'd been picked on for being "girly", or talking funny, or some would beat you up for looking gay.

But not Sungchan. He always treated you so kindly. He'd offer his jacket, leave a snack on your desk between classes, and smile at you as you passed him in the hallway.

Your heart flew anytime you saw him. But you also knew he was just being nice. Because he's a nice person. Other than being nice, he was another straight guy who put up a front to look good in front of the girls who swooned over him. Even though you couldn't stop yourself from glancing at him, you couldn't risk your heart. You'd imagined it; asking Sungchan out and seeing the disgusted look on his face as he pushed you away, probably running off to tell everyone what you'd done.

"Y/n, you'll be partnered with Sungchan for the assignment. Now that everyone's been assigned a partner, I expect it to be done and ready to be turned in by tomorrow!" Your teacher's words snapped you out of your horrible daydream. You looked around to try and catch what you'd missed. A partner assignment, some sort of book report, and you had to be partnered with him–of all people.

You tried to pack your things quickly, maybe if you rushed out the door before he caught you–

"Y/n! We're partners!" Sungchan spoke to you cheerfully as he sat in the empty seat near you.

You lowered your head and looked at him. "Yes, seems so," You mumbled.

"We were assigned about LGBTQ rights for the book report."

You rolled your eyes. Of course, you have to report on LGBTQ rights. You sighed as you packed your things into your bag, ignoring Sungchan, and headed for the door.

He followed you closely. "So did you want to meet up somewhere? Like a cafe? Or even my place?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of you, alone with Sungchan at his house. But you steeled your resolve. "You shouldn't stand so close to me, they might hate you too," You said as you walked a little faster to gain some distance.

Sungchan's long legs made it too easy to keep at your heels. "Hate me too? Someone hates you, who?"

You shrugged. "Every girl who sees me talking with you, and maybe almost every boy in the school."

"Why?"

"Don't be irritating."

"I'm not trying to be, I just want to understand!" Sungchan tried to step in front of you but you sidestepped him.

You looked over your shoulder at him. "Don't. You'll ruin things for yourself, and I'll get the worst of the hate."

Sungchan grabbed the back of your bag, pulling you to him as you tried to walk off. "At least give me your number to talk about the project. Then I'll let you go." Eyes started landing on you as Sungchan held you in place. You could hear them laughing, and teasing, and the sneers on their faces were like always. You quickly and softly told Sungchan your number, with just enough time to run before he could reply.

You ran out the school doors, around the corner, and down a few blocks. Your chest heaved to catch the air it lost, but you kept walking to put more distance between you and school. You were safer that way. Eventually, you felt calm enough to stop rushing and listened to music the rest of the way home. Music made school bearable–the whole world fell silent and moved at the pace of your songs.

Around the corner from your house, you felt a sharp tug on the back of your bag–strong enough to knock you off your feet. You hit the ground and turned to see boys from your school, they were playing basketball with Sungchan...

"Stay the hell away from Sungchan, Fag!" One shouted.

The others shouted similar comments as you tried to stay low, not looking up at them. It was better not to look at them.

You tried to crawl away but felt a sharp pain in your side as a foot collided with your side, making you crumple to the ground. The air knocked out of you as you tried not to spit up on the sidewalk.

"You think you can leave!? Gonna cry to Sungchan? Wait, what if he's turned Sungchan gay!?"

Your skin ran cold. You knew people who hated you for you, but you hated it when people hated others for who you were.

"He's not gay, he was just helping me," You groaned.

"Defending your boyfriend now? Sungchan must be gay like you–he'll even try to fuck us!" Another blow to your stomach as the boys started to crowd around you, dragging you into an alley. You were so close to home, to safety. But you could see your street getting smaller as they pulled you away, without the strength to fight back.

"W-What do we do now?" The boys chatted with each other about what to do with you now that they had you. You'd been tied up tightly with shoelaces and leaned against a wall while they huddled in a circle. "Well... We could–" The boys got quieter as they listened to the idea. Then their attention turned to you. Fear climbed up like a spider as two boys tried pulling off your pants.

"What the fuck!? Don't touch me!" You kicked at them but others joined in to restrain you.

Tears streamed down your face in fear and embarrassment as your pants were cast aside, leaving you in your underwear. The boys hesitated as they looked around, down the alley, and back at you. Your eyes were full of hate as you waited for their next move. One turned on their camera and started filming as two others slid down their pants. "Just open your mouth, gay boy. You've gone through this before, haven't you? If you want to be a girl so bad, then we'll make you one."

You squirmed and cried, your eyes closed. You were helpless as these guys were about to have their way with you, recording every second. You couldn't do anything but cry as your heart pleaded for someone. Anyone. Help!

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing to him!?"

Your eyes shot open to see Sungchan running down the alley at full speed. He jumped and kicked the closest guy, knocking him on the ground, and started punching his way to you. It wasn't long before they gave up and ran away, leaving you behind.

Sungchan chased the group a bit before turning back to you. He threw his jacket over your legs. "Are you okay? You hurt?"

You nod. "I'm fine," Your voice was weak and shaky.

Sungchan untied you and helped you to your feet. You couldn't help but feel mortified as you were half-naked in front of him, but you were grateful he saved you when he did.

"Thank you," You said softly. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, it was too embarrassing, but you could feel his eyes scanning you.

"Is your house nearby? Or should we go to my house, it's close. I can run and get you pants."

You shook your head, "My house is around the corner."

Sungchan started unbuttoning his pants, making you panic and turn around. "What are you doing!?" You shouted.

"You can't walk around without pants."

"W-What about you!?"

"You can give them back when we get to your place."

You felt Sungchan's pants fall onto your shoulder, still warm from their owner. You went to uncover yourself but stopped. "Can you look away please?"

"Right!" Sungchan turned around as he waited for you to change.

Once you slipped on his pants, which were much larger than you expected and sagged around your waist, you hit his arm. "Let's go, you perv."

"How am I a perv!?"

You didn't respond as you led him to your house, cautious of any neighbors who may be watching. Thankfully your parents were out of town, so no one could've been home to see you bringing in a handsome half-naked man with you. Inside, you took Sungchan to your bedroom and let him sit on your bed as you changed into other clothes. You also gave him his pants back.

"Thank you again, for saving me," You say as you sit on the bed.

"It's not a problem. You needed help and my body just moved." Sungchan made a gesture like he was being pulled forward.

"You're not my neighbor, or even in my neighborhood, so how did I get so lucky to have you save me?"

Sungchan's face turned pinkish. "Well, we have the project and we needed to finish it. I asked if anyone knew where you lived and the teacher gave it to me," Sungchan played with his shirt while explaining.

"That's very illegal for the teacher to do. But since it saved me, I'll skip on suing. And you could've just called me!"

"I-I don't know! I just wanted to see you again and I felt like you would've told me where you lived if I'd asked."

Your heart skipped. Sungchan wanted to see you.

"And I'll make sure those guys never bother you again," Sungchan's expression darkened at the thought of the boys who'd jumped you. "I just don't understand why they'd do it."

You laughed wryly, "They thought I turned you gay and that you were my boyfriend. Saying we're both gay and that we'd turn all the other boys gay..."

"Why would they–"

"It doesn't matter. You don't see me like that, so I don't have a chance." You cut him off sharply, the pain in your chest was too much. Having to say out loud that you had no chance with Sungchan made your heart crumble.

"And if you did have a chance?" Sungchan scooted closer to you.

"What?"

"If you had a chance to ask me out. Would you?"

You blushed. "I-I don't know. Maybe!"

Sungchan leaned closer toward you. "Would I have a chance if I asked you out?"

Your heart raced, your palms sweaty, and your eyes could only see Sungchan's sweet face. "Um, maybe?"

"I'll try something, and if either of us don't like it then we can stop," Sungchan suggested, looking in your eyes for confirmation. You nodded slowly, allowing Sungchan to initiate a kiss. First a peck, then moving into a full-blown kiss. His hand found your waist as he pulled you closer to him, making you yelp which he used as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hands gripped his shoulders as his tongue explored you, meeting your tongue, and earning excited twitches from you. When you separated, a single strand of spit connected you before it broke. "How do you feel?" Sungchan asked.

You nodded. "I liked it, a lot."

"Then, can we kiss more often? As boyfriends?"

You jumped to your feet on instinct. "But you're straight!"

He shrugged, "Bisexual if you need an argument."

"So you mean?"

Sungchan laughed. "I've been into you since we were kids. I never knew it was something more than feeling strongly about a friend. When we hit middle school, I realized I had a crush on you but you started distancing yourself from me. And by the time we hit high school, you treated me almost like a stranger... I thought I'd done something wrong."

"I was only avoiding you because I knew I was gay and had a crush on you!"

Sungchan kissed your lips. "Then we both learned something." You giggled as Sungchan attacked you with kisses, tackling you into the bed as he cuddled you. "I think I've been in love with you for a while, and being this close to you is making my body crazy..."

You tensed. "You mean like..." Sungchan nodded, his breathing heavy as his eyes focused on your lips. "We should take things a little slower, right?" You pushed Sungchan off you, as he whined.

"Of course, whatever you want, babe."

"B-Babe?!"

Sungchan smiled. "I need to call you a nickname now. I'll keep trying more until we find something you get attached to." You rolled your eyes, embarrassed. Sungchan picked up his backpack and pulled out his textbook. "Let's knock this report out, then we can cuddle."

The next day after Sungchan had gone home, your phone blew up with texts. He was constantly checking in with you, making sure you were alright. He even sent a text of the group of boys, kneeling in the principal's office as a punishment while they got yelled at.

Everything seemed brighter and better with Sungchan. And he loved to show you off, holding your hands in the halls to tell everyone about the unexpected change. No one dared to speak out against Sungchan, so you spent more time at school learning rather than running...

[pinkandpurple360]

i like past blitzfizz but i dont think blitz is open enough with his emotions to be with fizz (or anyone tbh) right now. theres a twitter thread where someone pointed out that fizz is in the “hidden” folder on blitz’s phone compared to the public portrait in ozzie’s office. idk if ozzie wasnt open with his feelings at first either (keeping your romance a secret isnt a great look, even if there are logistical reasons for it) but like. at least he had a reason to hide it? blitz just seems too ashamed of it.

Ugh when people compare Asmodeus’ and Blitzos circumstances as if that’s a fair comparison, it annoys me to no end. The utter classism of it. I’m the one person who just isn’t that into the otp. It’s cute. But. Not my cup of tea. We don’t have to agree with each other. Maybe don’t make up false things like “he has no reason to hide it” just to support that though?

Can u send the thread cause I’d like to read about it at least the image part…not the frankly unfair portrait comparison. Which, if you aren’t taking a purely generous view and try a more sceptical one, you can chalk up to Ozzie being careless. Considering that this very behaviour put a target on fizz’s head. I don’t really find it endearing anymore. “Haha Oz is so bad at keeping it a secret” -yeah so fizz has to anxiously worry about keeping it secret himself, constantly. So much that he endured abuse to keep it. Plus he can’t be without fizz for one day and stares at it longingly. Which is just not that charming to me since fizz had to beg to be allowed out.

Uh ok? That’s the point, Blitz is on a very bad downward spiral right now because of Ozzies. Right off the back of the emotional torment of truth seekers. Who said the time is now?

Blitz ashamed of his feelings for. No reason….maybe a hint is on the entirety of the left side of his face. While Oz is privileged enough to not have anywhere near the amount of worries Blitz has. Maybe he didn’t want to come off as just another creepy fan, maybe he didn’t want to hold fizz back from his dreams (I’m betting on this one) maybe cash told him he wasn’t good enough. We don’t even know what the reasons are yet. We don’t know why he couldn’t go in there. Only that it was very very painful. After all Ozzie can just scream at his employees and servants to keep their mouths shut or he will, quote, break them. Like a coward. Let’s hold all bosses to the same standard. And if Asmodeus had accidentally injured fizz a similar way the shame would eat him alive too. Then people would talk about how romantic and selfless that restraint is.

I really really don’t care to hear about the same “it’s better if it’s isolated entirely in the past” opinion I’ve heard a million times it ignores the fact that they’ve never dated and there’s still unresolved feelings and throws away a better story.

[dangerrah]

Scp 076-1

50% ler | 50% lee

As a ler

Surprisingly just as merciful as cain/073

Loves to use sheep for aid with lees! (Since he can summon them)

Absolutely has a favorite lee and its 073, when the two arent teaming up, they’re against each other

BIG on teasing.

“Aww, you’re laughing so much! Maybe i should just let the little ones get their fill of laughter and not help..”

Now, if hes the one tickling? Be warned, he runs FAST

Your best bet to try and avoid him is by hiding, he’s pretty much near sighted so you can easily get away

After wrecking someone will let the person chill with the sheepies :]

As a lee

Firstly, best spots are his back and his armpits

CANNOT STAND ROUGH TICKLES HE FOLDS IMMEDIATELY! (Its the cutest thing too, he curls up and clamps his arms down)

His laugh is soft mostly, but if he’s in a bubbly mood it’ll be a bit more cackly with some snorts here and there

Hes been wrecked more times by his sheep then he cant count smh, not even on purpose, they’re stupid and cuddly and end up accidentally tickling him!

Limbs DO flail when tickled, so be careful (hes never actually trying to hurt someone though)

Immediately sleepiness after being tickled, falls asleep in minutes (honestly hes just constantly tired lmao)

Scp 076-2

100% ler | 50% stoopid

As lers

Okay so theres roughly about 30 of them in total, and a mix of actual sheep and the ones mentioned above.

These dudes are SUPER FLUFFY, and mainly tickle with their snoots or just trying to cuddle their victims

Abel is their favorite to target since hes basically their dad (plus its an excellent way to coax for treats!)

DO NOT LET THEIR APPEARANCE FOOL YOU ITS A MANIPULATION TACTIC—

Real note though, if one approaches you, be warned. The rest will follow.

..as uh..lees-?

Cant tickle em

BUT YOU CAN DISTRACT EM!

Okay so, if you happen to be faced with them, simply just throw a piece of food away from you.

Dont have food? Say your prayers cause these little dummies know no mercy.

Extra! (For both)

Abels flower crown was gifted to him by cain!

He has a reflection ability like his brother, any ACTUAL damage tickles him and the user who tried to afflict it.

Hes a big cuddlebug who loves naps, and falls asleep in random places.

Also follows budgie logic, throw a towel over his head and hes asleep in seconds.

His sheep all have names.

Except nobody ever remembers them so they just call them “1, 2, 3, 4,” etc

The sheep have, on multiple occasions, stolen from the cafeteria.

But they’re to cute to be mad at so everyone just lets it slide :]

[grox]

Obviously worthless white ass mixed guys like me are nowhere near the main target of antiblackness but there is such a disgusting fucking uniquely dangerous view of the world you may gain from having a black mother and coming out white anyway not even white for real just not that black and she raises you white as she can because you can pass as anything other than black but you dont even look normal or act normall at all you look and act like a freak. And the fucking fact that you have to give something up and its not even your choice to make its your parents choice its literally your culture or survival but thats the fucking evil of it we will never fucking survive no matter fucking what because guess what even though I was raised white I was raised white by my mother and even if I fucked a disgusting blonde racist nordic guy somehow and had kids those kids would still be fucked up because I was fucked up too & its not that simple. Its just not. And its the anriblackness that even black people hold because of the evil ass world that makes them do shit like this where its like God I had a horrible life as a black woman I dont want that for my child. And it has to be a painful choice like theres no way its not because in order to make this choice you have to be aware of this shit. You cant not fucking be. And either it doesn't work and the choice to pass it on is now up to the child upon reaching adulthood or it works and the child grows up with a hole in its chest because like there is no place for it in this world. We're never fucking getting out of this. we never are. Like society will never fucking know peace. Ever never ever never ever. You grow up seeing the shit your mother and aunts and shit go through and you talk about it with them because they cant confide in their husbands and they know this. and they know you both understand how messed up it all is. And them you see them putting other black people through the same shit and its just like. I'm sorry. But white people have won. Like they did. They split us all apart they fucking tricked us into doing this shit to one another in america. & you end up with such an intimate view of the fucking evil but it just doesn't fuck with you that much it wants your mom it wants your grandpa. But it will always. Keep its fucking eye on you. And your children. And theirs. Because there comes a point where you know what. Maybe they are white now. Maybe you did successfully take the black out of them and now they'll go on to keep making shit be evil. Maybe they're fucking devils on earth because nobody ever sat them down real quick with the "Btw your black" not even their parents like a stranger on xbox live trying to hurt them could have done just put like, a tiny sliver of you need to think about shit like think reeeeal hard for a moment at least or kill yoirseld in their head. Maybe I'm that point and I'm nothing more than a fucking delusional racist guy. What can you do. Literally what can you even do. Just witness it. blog about it faggot. Everybody needs to die at the same time so nobody can be blamed and we all go to heaven. I feel tainted

[kubrik-was-a-c-nt]

Finally watching Spiral! Considering I spend a lot of time thinking about the Saw series I should have watched this a long time ago.

Onto reactions!

Ew, the two things I hate most: sewers, and public port-a-potties. I loath using port-a-potties.

Oooh, updated realistic pig mask! I like!

Ah, the tongue trap I've seen in so many thumbnails. It's even worse when you see hes hanging by his tongue over some kind of flimsy little stool.

Going back to the old box TVs? Must have raided a goodwill.

New voice sounds weird, not sure if I'm okay with it. You'll see.

Okay, pretty iconic sequence right off the bat. Super uncomfortable looking trap, good buildup, lots of blood. A real saw movie.

My rebuttal to Chris Rock's rant about Forrest Gump is that Jenny did not ask Forrest to do any of that and... oh shit, it's the po-po. But I guessed Rock was a cop from the promotional material but this was a good reveal.

So 12 years ago was the Saw 6 and 7 era. That was a time where people would have wanted dirty cops turned in. Hoffman was on a fucking killing spree, gotta nip them in the bud.

It's nice to know that if my dead body was ever found, the cops would immediately take me seriously because my fitbit would tell them that I'm not unhoused.

Jigsaw used an old ass tv in the trap but a USB stick for the video. I guess it's near impossible to find any tapes or tape players.

Putting bad cops in traps... I like this.

That box that guys tongue, isnt it? Yep.

"Damn n**** wash your hands" she told him to get out, he can use hand sanitizer.

Wow, such realism. Someone turns in a cop doing bad things and now they're the bad guy. It's almost like the cops are protecting bad cops.

Is this the first time we meet a victims wife or family member after their death? No one usually gives a shit about them. Good expansion.

"I heard about Boz. You alright?" "No, I'm all fucked up". First time I've seen someone fully admit to being distraught over the death of a friend.

"Dont drain my battery watching Twilight" what is this, 2009??? Wait, is this 2009?! Is this like Jigsaw where- oh wait, they just showed them with smartphones, my bad.

I forgot to turn in subtitles, they make watching movies so much easier for me. And now I can spell everyones names right.

You're looking for a copycat of Jigsaw, the guy who kidnaps and tortures 'bad' people, and you walk into an abandoned building alone? You deserve to die now. The message from earlier even specified that they were going after crooked cops.

Oooh, this trap looks interesting. I havent seen any images of it before.

Zeke, stop trying to ruin other peoples marriages. Not everyone needs to be as miserable as you.

Tip your delivery driver!

DONT FUCKING TOUCH THE BOX AND USB BOX WITHOUT GLOVES. ITS FUCKING EVIDENCE.

I see, the pig theme is being used to mock the police here.

TOUCHING EVIDENCE WITHOUT GLOVES. AGAIN.

OH NOW YOU PUT THEM ON

And now I see it, all the cops that hate Zeke are also bad cops. It's almost like the force is full of bad cops and when the one good cop turns one in, they get ostracized.

I'm trying to see the point of the cage on Fitch's head. Maybe to keep him from chewing through the wires around his fingers.

I know someone who almost lost her finger during an archaeological dig. An accident with a sawhorse I think. She still can't watch hand trauma scenes.

"John Kramer didn't target cops" Eric Matthews, Rigg, Straum, Perez, Carrie... Hoffman only got involved because of his fake trap.

Okay, what is Banks Sr out doing?

ZEKE! GLOVES!

Dont you have bomb sniffing dogs? Have one take a whiff, easy.

It's the skin from someones head- SCHENK. I LIKED YOU.

Wait, theres always a mole in these movies, someone on the inside pulling strings. Schenk is new, too new to have done anything too corrupt. The only way to positively identify the body would be with dental records. That might take a minute to obtain and analyze.

Okay, I may have seen a small spoiler a few months ago about who is the mole, but I cant positively remember if it was Schenk or not.

They must be raiding antique stores now to get these tape players.

'Sever your spine or get covered in hot wax'? Really thinking outside the box here.

One killer to make a diversion, one to trap Angie? Banks Sr and Schenk working together?

I'm going to be totally wrong and suckerpunched out of left field, arent I?

Yes, he is too close to this. He needs to be taken off the case and given a horse tranquilizer.

WAIT THE FIRST SMARTPHONES CAME OUT IN 2007. THIS COULD BE 2009. I forgot to pay attention to anything that could date the time period.

Banks Sr walked into that one... literally.

As a cop, you should be trained to pick a handcuffs lock, just because. Oh wait, do you know how to pick handcuffs? Holy shit, you have a useful skill.

Oh, hi Pete. I guess someone stole Pete's badge and password to erase the footage. Zeke should have realized that Pete would not have walked into the police station with everyone knowing who he is.

I guess we are in a recycling plant?

Zeke just jumps in and starts helping. See, Jeff? I mean, Pete is bleeding out the mouth so hes 100% dead but Zeke did his best.

Yay, Schenk is alive!

CHARLIE

Wait, wouldnt they have noticed that the tattoo was fresh? Fresh tattoos look different from healed ones. Schenk's tattoo is healed and old.

You know you die waaaaay before all 1.5 gallons are drained.

HE MADE HIM INTO A PUPPET

Oh hey, this was Bousman? Nice to see you back in the saddle. Great quality work this time.

Holy shit, I'm feeling super emotional. Great use of the Saw theme at the end there, great payoff to everything. I literally said 'pulling the strings' earlier without realizing how true it is.

I say this is a great offshoot to the Saw storyline. John Kramer is not involved, he only inspired the killing spree. The title is great because Schenk leaned into the spiral motif to emphasize a symbol used by Jigsaw that was not Billy. 'From the book of Saw' is giving me 'Cult of John Kramer' vibes, which I like. It shows how he was so influential as a serial killer who targeted 'bad' people in an attempt to reform them that other people began to copy him. I can see so many others trying to be the next Jigsaw. Of course, Schenk did all of this for personal reasons to seek revenge. Besides Cecil, Kramer actually wanted people to survive and be reformed. I dont think Hoffman cared if people won or lost, but he still made all the traps survivable. One step up from Amanda.

I'm now super interested to see where Saw X takes us. Saw in spaaaaace? Smashing someones face with liquid nitrogen? Uber-Jason?

[fictionfixations]

everything i said about r/place (and my thoughts)

sobbb im on r/place and so theres like. shego from kim possible (i think) that people were drawing but then other ppl who were horny decided 'i want to see her naked on this public canvas' and they got overrun?? i mean like if you want porn of characters then ok but do it in private, away from public areas??. isnt kim possible like a kids show?? and its horribly disrespectful to the fans and probably literally any innocent person stumbling upon it because its PUBLIC, or like maybe even streamers (as much as they suck because some have been targeting innocent fandoms like genshin?? IT WAS SO PRETTY and now its covered) getting in trouble because its getting so detailed now its dumb ughhh ^^ future add on to this. dude she wasnt gone they made a smaller one. and i found it by accident because i was looking at the oshi no ko contributions and nearby it was HER. undressed. SOB

(of a question about what people on r/place think of streamers) I don't really like streamers on r/place, it seems like everytime they're mentioned it's in a negative context because they sent their fans to ruin other peoples stuff. I mean I enjoy them as entertainment and stuff, but I never like it when they attack others. And as a person whose committed so much time and effort to build a corner with my community, seeing others just attack it for seemingly no reason (or even them just targeting memorials because they can.. extreme but it has happened. today.) is painful, it hurts and it really sucks because all that effort goes down the drain, and if you don't have a template then you're screwed. It just sucks that streamers tend to be the ones who cause a lot of destruction for their own gain, and on the way stomp on a lot of other people's care and joy. And the only streamers who probably do good, carving out their own corner just like us and not actually harming anyone are probably never heard of because they don't do anything. It sucks that we notice the negative more then the good, but what can you do?

i have a lot of pent up anger still on r/place but like. DUDE. fucking. xqc??? like okay, he's gonna void everything, so what (at least its not near omori thank fuck. also he failed) but then hes targeting memorials??. and im genuinely so pissed right now what the hell he targeted the turkey flag (which i don't really care about that much? its stupid how many flags are taking up so much space on the canvas), unknowingly ruined ataturks memorial on the flag (he called it a temple. which, yeah. okay. you couldnt really tell unless you knew but it was still a memorial? and yeah ataturk is apparently controversial but still?) and then there was lola (...a twelve year old.) on the french flag. he KNEW about it and still ruined it, and then when ppl went against him was going on and on about how there was already a memorial, that it would be shown on like the timelapses and stuff and it wouldnt be permanent anyway, comparing it to like, his grandpa, and put a single black pixel down as a 'memorial'. and then when someone got rid of it went about how we were the same? like. there are always disrespectful and rude people, you cant just believe that a single persons action equal to everyone elses, because there will always be someone who acts out. and also what the hell? i genuinely feel so disrespected on behalf of everyone rn just ughhh

my ranting tends to be negative often but r/place was really fun, and im not active a lot with other servers, but i was sucked into it by the omori discord, and it was generally really fun. even if everytime i woke up, it was to a shit ton of pings that lagged out my laptop

i saved photos of the omori stuff i contributed to (otherwise, i placed a few pixels here and there. Like for everything xqc attacked, for the shego thing which i was just placing a green pixel? stayed far away from the exposed areas. a few pixels for oshi no ko, yttd, LVJY, genshin although genshin was screwed over so many times and i didnt have the template)

theres the picnic ofc but i wasnt there at the beginning, only after the picnic was done and after neutral omori was there. but i was there when we took it down and made gunomori YEAHHH with omori theres also the.. thing. something. i cant remember i think it was something but who knows. i didnt have the template though, i tried to download it but i think i screwed it up and couldnt be bothered, so i mainly put myself in the duty of fixing any errors that didnt fit the template (i had a tab with the template) it was my first time doing anything at r/place at all, and i didnt pay much attention to any content before then because it just didnt interest me. but man, i took a leap, and it was FUN. even if it genuinely annoyed me so bad when we got griefed

[dykecolumbo]

2, 13, 15, 20, 28

2, thoughts on veganism?- like i get it. i dont think i could do it, but i understand why people do. ive been thinking about going vegetarian tho

13, first thing youre doing in the purge? - boring shit really. just like trespassing places i always wanted to go, killing every single member of the 1% and stringing their bodies together to tie up like christmas lights in the middle of town for all to see, maybe steal some shit from target, the basics

15, rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning - ok from best to worst, freezing, drowning, burning. i hear freezing sucks for a while but like. the last couple minutes are supposed to be peaceful. like falling into a nice sleep. drowning sounds like it supremely sucks, and i absolutely would NOT want to die that way, but one time i had this nightmare about burning to death and it was the worst shit. cus like at least with freezing and drowning youll still be sort of peaceful for those last few moments. burning youre in pain right up until the end

20, favorite disney princess movie - princess and the frog if im being real. or mulan. the music in princess and the frog is better but mulan's storytelling is kinda killer.

28, last meal on earth?- theres this greek diner near my place that serves the absolute BEST avgolemono. either that or that one chicago dog i got at a food truck outside shedd aquarium that one time when i was like 13. or your omlettes tbh. i love food this is a really hard question

[gyahyahyahayhahayahyahyahyahyaha]

A dreama bout 3 parties

Myself and my .. Friend? Companion? Idk how to put it. They were like a part of me but their own person and I was apart of them. Idk like 2 differnet people that worked together and lived together in such a way that it was like. Symbiotic. In many ways. we for the most part worked together as one but were also our own selves?

A party of 3

A witch, a small animal? And like someone else? A child? A nother animal? Im not sure

An entity which would for the most part take theform of jason vorhees or micheal myers until the end of the dream where I was able to beat them back enough to reveal their true form. It was like a fleshy starfish of sorts. Very dark redish in colour……

So I don’t remember if I was the golden witch or her red companion... (idk maybe ew can call them the crimson or red knight or hwateever) Or if those were two of the 3 of the witches party who we were trying to save the whole time.

My party (the party of two) were at this like cathedral area that had like a cemetary and a large field of grass anda parkinglot surrounding it. We were … the the direct targets of this fleshy starfish (a bit bigger than human sized in its true form mind you and ewhen they took the form of micheal myers or jason vorhees they were both bigger than they ever were on their own) and we had planned on facing off with the creature in the mostly underground facility that was mix with a dungeon and a warehouse. Dungeon cobblestone and concrete walls and flooring and structures were all over the place. A lot of it was very dilapidated so some of the iron bars would be stickign out or whatever. It was all just one big hunt. Who was hunting who? Only the survivors at the end of it all would be able to tell.

Pretty soon we realized that there were completely uninvolved people at the site of our final showdown (the party of 3). We lost focus and lost our minds over it. We became singularly focused on saving them and making sure that they don’t enter the "Marie-Commierge" inn that was situated somehwere within the cathedral building. I tink I t was a bit of a basement deal. Anywaysy I think entering that building specifically was one of the surefire ways to end up sufffering a curse that would do … something as well as marking you as a target of the beast starfish. Ad we knewfrom personal experience that that is not sometiung you can simply "escape". It is something you willl be running from until you die. Which is also why we wanted to make sure nobody else had to suffer as we did.

Anyways I still am not sure who the golden witch was. Im not sure if it was me. Or if they were one of the party of 3. because if it wasn’t me. Then who was i?.... Was it just… me? Im not sure and by golden witch I mean nothing to do with umineko

By golden witch I mean someone who wore a full golden set of light armour and all their clothing underneath was also gold. A large flowing golden cape. A moderately big witches hat that was also gold. And the companion who was.. All mostly red. They might have bene a bit of a shapeshifter…

Part of the reason im so uncertain was cuz theres a part near the end where I was enclosed in this closed off area that was also aboveground and essentially trapped in there with the jason/micheal starfish. I ran into a dead end but the entire area was like a small corridor and instead of windows it was just gaps between the exposed iron bars and the concrete that remained . Imagine a room completely made of concrete and there were lots of broken parts that exposed the outide of the room. But you couldn’t get patst those broken parts because of the iron bars that still remained.

Anyways I was in a part of a "corridor" of sorts and the jason/micheal starfish was walking towards me and was aboutt o round the corner into the dead end I was desperately searching for an exit for. I considered teliling my companion to escape thru the gaps bu ti know that would be a waste of time because they would argue about it and we'd lose focus lol. I wanted to spend every last second looking for a way out before considering that option. Anways the party of 3 had just landed on top of the box that served as the room my companion and I were in. it was like looking out side of a cage. Despite having spent like most of the dream tryna chase them down so that we could get them to leave and avoid the inn at all costs, seeing them here before us in this situation scared us so deeply we froze. The party of 3 began to question us. In my67 desperation I begged. I begged and screamed for them to leave? Or to save us? Idr… eitherway I was begging. After some deliberation, the witch from the party of 3 decidedto lift the bars on the ceiling like it was some hatch and open the way for us. We thanked them and stood on top of roof of that part looking down. We thanked them again and told them to never go inside the inn or else you will lose you7r happy life and to make sure you cherish the lives ofyourselves and ur loved ones and DON’T GO INSIDE THAT FUCKIGN INN. They were on the asphalt of the road that connected to the parking lot now. So ground level ig. We still were standing on top of what was serving as a cage for us in that moment. Free now. But not of our desperation. Not of our duty. Not of our fight. It wasn’t over till it was over. But in this moment the most important thing for this was to convey to them our sincerity and to get them to leave oftheir own volition.

I remember tellig them. Cuz they were visibly suspicious. All 3 of them were there now. Alls I could say in my desperation was,

"PLEASE SURVIVE! I NEED YOU TO SURVIVE….. WE WANT TO BE ABLE TO MEET THE 3 OF YOU AGAIN SO PLEASE SURVIVE. LIVE FOR YOURSELVES AND EACHOTHER!!!"

And some other stuff like that.

It might have been then that I had a clear image of the golden witch and her companion standing on top of that cage and looking down upon the starfish, at that time, with its true form revealed. Because all before this one moment, it was otherwise taking the form of jason or micheal.

Actually im not sure if it was before or after they freed us from the functional concrete cage.

Point is im stil not sure WHO I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE. But lets .. Continue to operate under the assumption that my companion and I were the two halves of the golden witch. I guess.

Ya so like… ig uess it went down like this

My companion and I arrives at the cathedral area to prepare ahead of time for our final showdown with the starfish

We skip straight into the dungeon/warehouse area without going thru the cathedral itself

We can hear someone else arriving. It’s the party of 3. we have no idea who they are aside fromt the fact that we are absolutely CERTAIN its an uninvolved party. We start freaking out because we're not sure how we can get close enough to warn them to NOT enter the inn no matter what. And to do so in such a way that actually gets them to believe us ad not tempt fate…

Its too late by this point tho as that single moment of hesitation and fear shifted the balance between the starfish and us so greatly that it became a hunt for prey. We couldn’t fight back like we had planned on doing so our main priorities were to survive and to save the unaware party of 3. they reallyhad remained unaware until they ran into US at the cage… somehow.

We couldn’t get caught. We had to kill the starfish even with our huge disadvantage. we couldn’t let the party of 3 get caught up in this.  The dungeon/warehouse mix was for the most part had only had like corridors and rooms up to this point. So if we ran into our adversary, we' wouldn’t have many options in terms of escape. Sometimes we tried to jebait them, sometimes we tried to lead them into little impromptu traps we had set up. Sometimes we just did everything we could to make them bash their head into a wall after charging headlong right at us. Whatever we could do.

It felt like a million years. Getting thru the first half of the dungeon/warehouse. While seting up traps and tricks and whatever we could to get by and continue our progress. Eventually we reached a part that was like this large open arena with all these different constructs of concrete placed sporadically all over the arena. There was a single large beam of light coming in forom a large hole in the ceiling. It was like a sijngle spotlight on a grand stage. Beckoning to us. Calling out to us to set foot within its light and end this. We didn’t. we wouldn’t. we werent going to play by those rules. We encountered micheal a few times in this area but ina nother place that had lots of shelves organized like an old department store. We climbed the shelves and jumped to the next, or would push them over on top of micheal to buy some time. Or we'd just throw things at him until we cleared the right amount of space between him and our exit. Anyuways regarding the arena. We decided it would be best to use the concrete piled on top eachother like elevated bridges to sneak across and stay out of the light. Cuz some of them were really close toe the walls and ceiling. As we did sneak our way across the elevated platforms I do remember feelinga bit of a tinge of bitterness at losing all our preparations and having to fight like this. But by the time we got to this point we felt reinvigorated because we knew we were reaching the end. For the next while we would keep going back n forth between the waarehouse areas and the dungeon corridor areas until we found a new way out within the arena.

I mentioned it was like a mix between a dungeon and a warehouse but there were portions that had the floors, walls and ceiling all tiled with the same small yellow tiles. Like a large changing room at a pool. There was no pool as far asim aware but they were most certainly bathrooms. Dilapidated as all hell. It was dark in there too.we knew who was in there at the time. At least not at first anyways.

We kinda found a bit of a clearing after a lot of back n forth. It was a misshapen wide open room with two enterances two the bathrooms, and two corridor exits that were aligned with eachother only seperated by the gap of the open room itself. There was also a door. Leading to the shelving department store area. We were catching our breath for a bit on top of a rickety shelf when we realized that micheal wasn’t in the room with us anymore. We were relieved and then worried again. We had to make sure it wasn’t cuz he found a new target. We realized… that micheal was kinda taking a break himself. This told us that it was time to end this. That this was the end. The final confrontation was going to happen. Regardless of what we chose to do. So we chose to again, take another breather. But we could hear them. The party of three. They were in a basement. There was a tv. And they had tea set out on a small floor table. They were very lively and chatting about all sorts of stuff. My companion and I looked at eachother in a brief moment of jealousy, then regret, then relief and then finally, resolution. We both reached out an arm and locked them aroudn eachother in affirmation of what needed to be done and to check on one another. To make sure we were both ready.

Oh btw whenever the red knight and I were directly interacting with one another sometimes they would be sprouting from my body somewhere or sometimes they would like envelop me like a sort of cloud or … trail. Like a very violent trail coming off a very violent sword slash. With like.. Depth to it. Vertically and horizontally.. Also Like the trail itself had possessed blades. It was all a very nice looking mix of various shades and hues of red. Sometimes I would interact with the cloud like how I did when we locked arms and they would tak a vague  shape to match the interaction. Sometimes they would stand around as their own self in a bit of a humanoid form sometimes it as a mix of both. Sometimes they took on a more slimelike form. Also red. And I guess closer to the x parasite from metroid fusion.. Liket that kinda texture I guess.. Various mixes of all of the above.

So! We tookthis moment to affirm our objective, our respective resolves and plan to eachother and then took one last moment to bask int eh silence. We for once, knew that we would at least have that one moment to ourselves. So much so that we hesitated to break away from it for but just a moment. We could hear them. The party of 3. having fun, enjoying their time together even in a creepy place like this. Maybe once this is over we can join them. Somewhere else of course.  We hopped off the shelf and walked normally like as if we didn’t have a care in the world towards the source of the sound.

We could even see them at some point. Like reflected in a mirror… I think mabye that was something the companion was able to do. Maybe. Im not sure. Anyways we saw and heard them. We thought we could at least warn them before we POTENTIALLY fuck up. But that thought was our biggest fuck up right then n there. We knew trying to go directly to them would set off the starfish again but we thought it might be worth the risk. Even though it was a brief moment that we basked in the silence and the peace fo the night, we kinda tricked ourselves into thinking that if we went to them, we'd have a chance to save them or get them to LEAVE at least. We walked past the bathroom where a deeply dark red energy was visibly emanating from. We could see it was micheal sitting on a toilet in the stall with the door closed. We realized the sound was coming from the toilet he was sitting on. Frustrated with our own hesitation and shortsighted ness or whatever you wanna call it cuz we KNEW thi was going to happen but tricked ourselves into thinking it MIGHT NOT…

Anyways the final hunt was on.

We heard him stand and we fuckign booked it back to the arena. We found an entrance. Of sorts. It was like a vertical gap In the wall that was all concrete. It was very red in there despite there being no source of light. We would have to freehand climb it by placing our hands and feet on the wall and shimmying upwards. Thank god we had enough time to do so.

I don’t really know how to describe it but this is where that like cage like concrete area was. It wasn’t just one big box but more like a corridor that had a turn. Id have to draw it I think.

And yeah like is said before there was broken concrete everywhere revealing holes inbetween the iron bars almost serving as windows. This corridor like box was kinda tight in some areas.

Somehow jason was on the opposide end of the hole that we use to climb up all tehw ay at the end of the corridor. He… did something that knocked us over without touching us. OH RIGHT he charged straight at us. He like hit the concrete that like served as a doorway stopping right at the hole we crawled up from. Which knocked us on our ass a bit. We scrambled up as quick as we could and ran down the opposide end of the corridor where that corner was. We were in the cage box thing I talked about before. For once the mmoon's light was shining down on us. Our back to the wall, desperation in our hearts and fear for the party of 3's well being fueled …. Something in us. I still don’t exactly remember the exact order of events. But I think it was then we were actually able to fight back. Jason had rounded the corner and we struck them. With a palmstrike of gtreat force, jason had actually been reeling from the impact and we immediately grabbed his armand did an overhead throw right onto the wall we were pressed up agains not too long ago. The impact and damage from both strikes, did enogh damage to reveal the starfishes true form. I remember my companiojn saying something along the lines of "that’s so gross but so cool looking. Too bad we have to like kill the bastard"

It really was kinda gross n cool. The flesh was writhing and wriggling despite its slightly bigger than the average human size. Kinda like a bear that isnt fully grown … OH that’s what it reminded me of  THE TEXTURE Of the starfish's flesh was like a mix of salmon and like. Coral… the starfish themself was also like… it waslike a sack of flesh. Idk how to describe it. Like the body was all flesh with the aforementioned texture right? But the way the body MOVED was a bit like  a sack of flesh… ig uess.. Hm..

Maybe we managed to get the starfish to land outisde of the cage aread and onto the ashpalt below out of sight from where the party of 3 was standing. Because the tallest and most competent fighter(in that moment ihalf considered asking her to help us fight but decided agaisnt it) amongst them had jumped up on top of the cage. She opened it for us and … yeah I think then I begged her to leave. To survive. To live so we can meet eachotehr again. To take care of one another and until you leave this place, to never let eachother out of eachothers sight. She was stunned gby that whole ordeal. I asked her to stay with her companions, friends family whoever they were. Just protect them. And TO NEVER EVER ENTER THIS PLACE AND ABOVE ALL ELSE, THE MAIRA-COMMERGE INN. I coudnt stress it enough. Eventually she went back down to rejoin her party and they were still standing there looking up at us. I remember now she was wearing a bit of a green + brown type of dragon quest caster outfit.

I think this is when the scene I remember happened. The moon hanging above our heads. Illuminating us so very clearly in the bright moonlight. The starfish was still flat on its ass afterb eing thrown down there. My companion split from my body and shook and vibrated violently in anticipation. This was it.

I in my golden armour and hat and cape gazed down at the starfish writhing down below. The red knight sprouting out from my body almost like a single wing in the shape of an upwards sword strike, flowing and emanating a beautiful red glow, ENHANCED by the moonlight shining down upon us. This was it. Thiwas was finally ending. This long, long night. I remembered that I have to finish this and survive so I could thank the party of 3. I realized tht this long and harrowing night was definitely not as bad as it could have been because seeing them gave us something to hope for. We lost focus for sure and lost all our preparations and it was harder and more terrifying than it should have been but… they gave us hope. And something to focus on protecting.

I think that like my companion was also not only taking a bit of the sword slash wing shape but amidst that their humanoid form was also taking shape… sorta it was like a midway transition or smth… I think….

I thin I had purple hair lol.

The tallest of the party of 3 had like brown hair.

I still cant remember if one o the party of 3 was like an animal or creature or some type.

In the times that the red knight took a more humanoid shape they also had deep red hair, long and flowing, full and.. Im not sure if it was straight or curly or wavy or wat cuz it was always flowing and moving like waves of the ocean. Or mabye I forgot either way. Idr. I do however remember that they had a deep red set of armour to match, slightly more heavy duty than my own and a hell of a lot more ornate and cooler looking lol. no helmet tho

hm yea i guess the dream ended after like we basked in hte moonlight. maybe it ended as we leaped down to perform the final strike. or smth likethat. idk . about somewhere round there LOL

[lokilysolbitch]

im talking about silly hex info i heard on witchtok again

i posted another version of this on tiktok too hopefully people are chill abt it

every now and i hear someone saying something about how you cant use salt in baneful magic and im just now processing that bc whaaaaatttttttt???????????????????????? salt????????????????? huh???????????????????????????????

spell ingredients have so much more potential when you think about why they could have the associations they do. metaphysical and physical properties are not isolated from each other. a big part of my practice is taking into consideration what items do for me physically, which is how I can find ways to use things like Tums and plastic in my workings. so what does salt do? its put in near everything to preserve it, it's absorbent, cleansing and its shape is useful to help roughly scrub surfaces, flavor enhancing, too much can damage a heart, some types are sharp, etc

AND REMEMBER NOT TO PUT SALT (except epsom salt thats fine) IN THE EARTH. ITS FUCKS UP THE SOIL SUPER BAD FOR A SUPER LONG TIME

and theres different types of salt too. maybe it depends of the brand but the celtic sea salt i have is pointy as hell. if you eat it raw (listen i have POTS okay) it will slice your tongue up and then dissolve as if it were never there. and yall dont think you can use that in a hex??????

im gonna drop some potential baneful uses for salt because its literally too easy (and remember to consider the people around your target. ex) abusers that feel bad will try to make it everyone elses problem so maybe find a way to protect potential victims)

every time someone is awful to you, put your anger, sadness, feelings of betrayal, into some salt. put all things you want to say to them in the salt. collect all the anger salt when you think it's gotten bad enough to the point you need to hex them, and use that in the hex. maybe you can pile it on top of a representation of them(the sharp celtic sea salt is good for this). or bake with the angry salt and gift it to them. BONUS: water can represent emotions, so get some water to represent their emotional state and dissolve that salt in there so your anger at them is now their anger at them and ideally it will either push them to change or torment them if they don't. and since its dissolved salt it will be a little harder for the target to identify a foreign influence

get a representation of them and scrub salt into it. celtic sea salt is good here too. this is good for very harshly scrubbing off their bullshit and bad habits or beliefs. yes this is cleansing your target. thats the point.

use it to bring out the qualities of like,, literally anything

salt sucks up water. water is very important. suck up their important water, (whatever you have the water represent, like energy, tranquility, resources, a certain emotion, etc ). let their well run dry.

use salt to set boundaries on your hex. contain where all the baneful energy is going so it doesn't spread to innocent people

remember how i said salt fucks up the earth. :))) if you wanna halt their growth for a long long time, represent them with a bowl of soil and salt it.

i adore salt and all her uses. she's in near everything for a reason.

im dissociating as i type this so if there's any typos dont worry about it

xx

[assistancedogmischa]

we had our second training session with our trainer the other day.

she doesn't think mischa will be able to do PA. which... now, yeah, he can't - he's too nervous and hasn't been trained to anywhere near that level. but i think, with time and training and building up his confidence, we will at least have a shot...

she also said that we need / should get xrays from the vet before we do mobility work. which is true but also... so expensive... and we don't have an osteo specialist vet here, only one that is knowledgeable but not a specialist.

i've also been re-evaluating what i need from mischa, and i think i don't need him to do bracing, only counterbalance. counterbalance is still a mobility task, so we'd still need him to be carefully trained and evaluated by a vet, but maybe we could get away with not doing xrays...?

i dunno, i want to focus on psych tasks first anyway since that's my biggest need.

the trainer also said that she very much doubts if mischa can come with me on my surgery trip, which i'm obviously disappointed about but... not really surprised. maybe i could bring him with me as a pet...

as for actual training, misch has a solid Touch / Target now, so we'll start transferring it to targets other than my hand. we haven't started training Paws Up yet (i... forgot lol). in the training session we just had, we started practicing standing in position for bracing / counterbalance.

anyway, i plan to do donna hill's service dog training institute programs and once we get up to the PA ones, i'll have another session with our trainer and get her opinion on if he can start PA training or not.

the trainer said to start PA at dog parks, then dog friendly public places, and then non-dog friendly public places, but a friend (who has an AD) suggested doing it the opposite, since in non-dog places theres obviously no other dogs or interesting doggy smells to get distracted by. and the few times we've done PA training he's done very well considering his lack of PA/AD training in general...

i think, with time and dedication and training (and a good deal of stubbornness, which he and i both have...!), we'll get there. i'm not in a rush!

(the trainer also asked if i could consider getting another dog for AD training... not a good sign. but i would love to, i just can't at the moment. not for another year at least. i did contact a collie breeder just to get some info and see if they had any experience with ADs. but thats for the future...)

[thekaijudude]

July Episodes Kaiju featured and MAJOR info about King Sphere

Ep 1: Spheresaurus

Ep 2: Deathdrago

Ep 3: Gomora and Sphere Gomora

Ep 4: Monsargar

And theres MAJOR info about King Sphere revealed as well

Apparently there are 5 King Spheres that appeared and sent Sphere Soldiers to attack all over the world ever since the Barrier went up

The magazine highlights that they mysteriously appeared again in this universe 25 years after Dyna

So this suggests an existence even above the King Spheres which would point towards the rumored Decker's antagonist

So it seems that Mother Spheresaurus would be like Neo Gaigaraid in Dyna, being the Sphere's strongest kaiju, not neccessarily being the actual antagonist

Maybe another Grand Sphere exists and knows of the Eternity Core and is aware of its power and seeks to assimilate with it which is why it targeted. Perhaps putting up the Barrier to isolate the entire planet is a plan to gradually weaken the inhabitants to allow said existence to consume the entire planet safely, learning from Grand Sphere's mistakes from Dyna

But ngl, the Spheres' appreance in Decker ignited its mystery. Initially its thought that all spheres just came from Grand Sphere which was destroyed. Even the once that appeared in Saga were just rouge ones leftover from Grand Sphere.

But with Decker, entirely new and original forms of Spheres have arrived, no longer being simple Spheres, but King Spheres and Sphere Soldiers (green spheres) along with their ability to infect kaiju as well as their new ability to create their own original kaijus

(And ya it also says here that Spheresaurus is formed completely only by Sphere without infecting a host, I suppose Mother Spheresaurus would be formed by the 5 King Spheres fusing with each other near the end)

Either these are simply the leftover Spheres of Grand Sphere evolving over time or there's an even more delibrate planning going on

As pointed out, the original Spheres' ability were very convenient for creating a mass army out and with the new abilities of the new Spheres, this further strengthens the arguement that they were created as a weapon, now even more suited to subjugate entire planets

Hell, if this was indeed a multi-universal level invasion, the threat wont neccessarily end with Decker and the Ultraman Multiverse would have yet another Multiversal level threat to deal with (at this point counting 4 with 2 potentially being Belial and Toregia now that theyve went on their seperate ways)

Can definitely also see this being used as leverage by the Absolutians somehow. They definitely wont like that the Spheres are disrupting their plans to take the Eternity Core and unlike ultras, Tartarus can simply just open Narak straight onto the planet itself, bypassing the Barrier altogether anyways

[dyketubbo]

editeddd my intro/pinned post. mainly to make some of the bullet points more concise but also because i want to clarify in this post: when i say hardcore support ao3, i mean the refusal to say that written cp is morally bad and that while low moderation and a strict anti-censorship policy can and has protected minorities, it is also extremely harmful to them.

putting aside the discussion of what really counts as child porn or as exploitation of minorities for a second, i want to just say: archive of our own is an archive in name and ideals, but it is still a platform and there is less of a focus on historical documentation and simply just is about keeping things in one place. there is moderation on what you can post already: you cannot monetize what you post onto ao3 or link to your ko-fi or patreon because that leads into a slippery legal slope. works can also be taken down deleted, reported, etc, and there is no work to preserve them when they're gone outside of individual downloads. sure, its an archive in that it calls itself one and it works to make it so theres one big place for fanfictions and in some cases visual art. but the idea that there cant be moderation or that it doesnt count as a platform because its also an archive is ridiculous when you literally make a user profile and can communicate through online comments. its about as much of an archive as any other fanfiction site is really.

to put the other discussion back on the table: yes, the conversation of when to draw the line is hard. but the idea that there should be no line drawn at all is ridiculous. of course there will be people who will use the removal of inherently racist and bigoted media to claim that they too can say that a media that simply discusses these themes is inherently bigoted or wrong as well. obviously there will be people who will use the removal of underage sex rpf to say that sex fics in general should be wiped out.

but holy shit with how much people can argue about how ao3 should stay up and be supported and explain why there needs to be moderation for people trying to advertise themselves, youd think people would also.. be able to work to defend queer works and works that discuss bigotry and sexual assault (especially of children) and condemn media that enforces bigotry and sexualizes children/treats sexual assault as a good thing within the media while working to get the moderation of those works enforced? clearly there is an understanding that moderation can work, and with how much people talk about respecting history and listening to elders, theres an understanding that communication should take place. (link there refers to a post about strikethrough and the flaws and virtues of knowing your fandom history).

so.. moderate. communicate. work to go through works and determine what exactly it is that theyre fighting for. is it idealistic to hope for a near future where we can have both a place for people to express themselves queerly, sexually, culturally, however is needed, with it also being a place that does not let pedophiles and bigots roam free making content that actively harms the people they target? yeah, i can acknowledge that. but i dont think throwing your hands up and keeping your heels stuck in the mud is the answer either.

both sides can have flaws and virtues, for sure. i think theres some people on the side of banning such content that go too far and wish to ban all dark media when dark media is necessary to keep up critical thought. i think theres people on the side of keeping such content up that pose good questions on how to moderate this content and when to say something is, say, antiblack, or when it discusses antiblackness in order to condemn it. but it shouldnt be hard to say that.. yeah. maybe we shouldnt allow people who willingly make bigoted and morally reprehensible media in the present to.. keep making it just because theres a way for people to ignore them.

the argument of it not being an archive doesnt exactly work too well when faced with the fact that this is content currently being made that is not being condemned or moderated. it isnt a matter of archiving historical work like propaganda or speeches made by dictators to showcase how horrible the past was, there are horrible things happening in the present that are being protected under the guise of anti-censorship and "dont like dont look" policies.

and the thing is, even if i were to stop arguing about shipping (because really, i havent talked about shipping outside of mentioning that im against proshippers, ive been talking about the condemnation of underage rpf, because that is what most applies to the blog i have due to the mcyt fandom being a big contributer to such content on ao3), i would still have a problem with the other content ao3 allows. the racist content. the queerphobic content disguised as queer content that still harms queer folk, especially qpoc (and i dont mean this in a "one size must fit all" situation, i mean the actual upholding of "the man and the woman in a relationship" roles and the extreme bias towards whiteness in fandom).

ao3 does not properly moderate racist content, and that actively harms poc while protecting racists. even if you dont care about children (and you should), at least give a fuck about poc. for sake of a reference, heres a collection of threads that discuss ao3 and general fandoms issues with racism.

tumblr has an issue with protecting racists, terfs, bigots, neo nazis, pedophiles, and more. so does twitter, reddit, the fucking legal system (by which ao3 swears by), and society as a whole. fandom is not exempt. the internet is not exempt. neither "antis" nor "anti antis" (fucking hell) are exempt. and ao3 is definitely not fucking exempt just because it says its an archive. supporting a lack of moderation and censorship only allows bigots and predators to run free. yes there will be problems within attempts to start up this moderation. yes it will take a long fucking time and it will be harder than just letting everything go.

but people who willingly harm and take advantage of minorities wont go away just because you filtered them out of your view. media that perpetuates harmful messages does not stop causing harm just because you filter them out of your view. i get that the internet is a place for escapism and so is ao3, but there is a difference between personally filtering out upsetting content and actively being willing to ignore and put down concerns about whether something is okay or not just because theres an option to filter it out.

know the history, listen to all the people involved both old and young, and do fucking better instead of giving up. i could not give less of a shit if people personally agree with me on every little thing i believe and say about ao3 and fandom as a whole but at the very fucking least i dont want people following me if theyre completely unwilling to change and staunchly believe ao3 has done and can do no wrong.

[kitkatcadillac]

im just thinking since ive been seeing mentions about it on my dashboard lately, re: 9/11 jokes (/gen), some brief(sort of) thoughts

so listen. i get it, especially when things just bolt across the internet at mach 12, that things lose context the further they arc out of their circles. there IS a place and time for 9/11 jokes, but it isnt because 9/11 itself was funny.

like, my dude??? genuinely think about these things before you just pick up thinking theyre funny because you saw people laughing about them. that was a real, genuine tragedy. real, actual people died. i remember being sent home from kindergarten because i lived near baltimore at the time and there was this massive, genuine fear about doing whatever it took next to hit the pentagon next. re: people who did not deserve it really, truly died in horrible ways. life was a little different even for those of us who werent directly impacted by losing someone we know or getting hurt.

but you know what really, truly, deadass, ABSOLUTELY deserves to have the absolute piss taken out of it??? this weird red-blooded american culture around it.

listen. listen. its one thing to remember a tragedy, right? its okay to take a moment of silence, to think about what happened, what we have, things to be grateful for. maybe use the opportunity and mindfulness to go educate. but its undeniable theres some absolute fucking weirdos around this. you know them. people who want to force people to look at it and... idk. do something??? admit something???

theres some weird, weird people who take that tragedy, and they absolutely use it for traction to guilt people. to fuel some weird “us vs them” rhetoric, usually “america vs the rest of the world.” and maybe just at the lightest level, thats like... one thing. but you see how “us vs them” when applied to 9/11 can get really ugly, because thats definitely something that happened even when the tragedy happened in the first place. people got incredibly racist. a man was murdered for looking a certain way and wearing a turban the day-of, if i remember.

so these weirdos, you know... a lot of them, they take that time to boost a racist, islamophobic rhetoric. THOSE fuckers are the ones you wanna fucking dunk the SHIT out of with their 9/11 circle wanks. THOSE people you want to take the absolute piss out of. THOSE are the target of the vast majority of the whacked-out 9/11 jokes, where that started out.

9/11 was a very real, very devastating event. and nothing fuels shithead racists and bigots like a tragedy that has a superficially easy target to point fingers at. i cant tell you that fighting that clean is productive, just if youre making an ass of someone, at least know what youre doing and why youre doing it, you know? get their asses, but get their asses with the knowledge.

[fictionfixations]

sparks and water walking (and the power of belief)

welcome to late night thoughts time

was thinking about naruto water walking

the power of belief

and then sparks in teen wolf. well actually sparks are a fanmade thing, but basically its 'if you can believe you can do it, you can'. well probably within reason (although some fanfictions have the spark able to do basically anything. and thus the reason they were targeted and facing near extinction)

so like. if you tied up a spark, covered their eyes and ears and made them walk.

then theoretically they could keep walking, even on water. because theyd expect there to be solid ground. and idk you might be a little hesitant cause its always difficult to walk without paying attention to where youre going, without reassurance that 'yeah, there is solid ground'

but like. if you expect ground to walk on, then logically theres walking on water

also the covering the eyes so as not to see the water

covering the ears so as not to hear the sounds of water (because that might trip them up)

and idk man maybe having arms free can make it a little iffy. because without seeing where youre going youd probably feel really unbalanced. and do the whole tilting thing that would probably be the downfall if anything

theres no point to even having the ability to water walk though.

also unrelated but downside of being a spark that i just realized. cause there are times you might want something in a way? like uhhhh

well its more easy to have that sort of one minded thought in kids and stuff but like

imagine being so exhausted, drained with the remains of anger lingering. and you just think- 'i hate you. i wish you left..' or like 'juST GO AwAY!' 'i wish you died' and you feel it in the moment?

and like. you can do so much wrong with that.

or maybe that doesnt count and its more. imagination. belief.

in which oops. because i have had imagined, as if it would be real, stuff.

like. uh. idk i got bored in the car once and imagined all the trees being cut down. like, thought of a scenario where they all just abruptly got chopped and fell over (including power lines)

or.. you ever get so annoyed at someone youre just plotting their death? or like imagining killing them (not that youd actually want to but in the moment youre so angry??)

i cant even explain to you how descriptive it was it was gruesome, I STILL REMEMBER. you know, i think this is what people call intrusive thoughts???

it was like. so. you know how some cars have sliding doors? well the car im used to has this button on the inside that triggers it (you can also pull the handle but the button is nice) and like. well they do detect if someones there so it wont close on them. but like. i had a thought of what if it didnt.

and it was like this thing playing out in my mind. 'what if they died. what would happen in the event of their death'

and it was. really detailed. but of course i didnt want their death so like.

'hey. sorry i accidentally killed you because i happened to have a morbid intrusive thought and thought of a future with you gone. my bad. oops.'

and a lot of sparks portrayed in fanfiction goes about

closing your eyes and imagining it happening. and then it does because its easier to visualize that way? so . oopsie. id be a terrible spark.

[marcnutz]

thigh fucking fic maybe tonight maybe thursday but i wanna get it down tonight