#neverchanges

[webbedmirror]

Danny has been born, and has died.

Vlad has been born, but never died, making him a Deathless(?).

Dani hasn’t been born and hasn’t died making her a Neverborn(?) and Deathless Halfa. Vlad is shown to be a stable halfa, despite never dying. Therefore, I think in AUs where Danny has to carry Dani’s core (or have someone else carry her), it’s because she has to be born to be a stable halfa, therefore a stable clone.

[troyesfoixsete21]

Second chances? A cruel illusion.

People cling to their patterns, their flaws, their lies.

Change demands a fire most will never ignite.

Stop waiting for miracles—cut the cord, protect your peace, and let go of the fantasy that they'll ever be different.

[undead-vamp]

I dislike people who shit on bands for changing or doing something different , like dude stop your killing them your ripping an opportunity from them . like I get disliking change , I get that so much but like bands changing is sometimes GOOD , like man they're exploring what they can do with their creativity and that's AWESOME ! ! you dont have to like their changing but you also don't have to shit on them and spit in their faces for trying something new

[lizzydaze]

The kids are doing what

i will say, the worst thing that happened in fandom was when shipping just became “i ship this bc it’s gonna be real” and not just “i ship this bc i think it’s a fun dynamic to explore idc what the writers are doing that’s not my business”

[an-unanonymous-messenger]

Whatever God says, He will never regret it. Whatever God commands, He will never want to take it back. Many times have we seen the elected by God being called and sent to fulfil His Will, and those whom He had chosen usually fulfil it. As for those who do not, they get what they deserve for their disobedience. Their choice is either an example for us to be obedient even when facing difficulties, or encouragement for hope to those believing or about to believe. What about us? When will we do what God sends us to do? Do we think that He will change His mind about it? We already have the Old Testament (Malachi 3:6) and the New Testament (Hebrews 13:8) testifying that God never changes His Mind - The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit altogether. His Word abides forever and His Will is always the same. There is no excuse to our lingering or denying of fulfilling what was appointed to us by God. Let us be the obedient children of our Father and fulfil His joy in the glorifying task He has given to us to His glory! God bless you in the Name of Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour! Amen.

[ogpuckbunny]

https://www.tumblr.com/ogpuckbunny/777299441362354176/tkachuk-boys-being-a-fun-time-does-not-surprise-me

Matthew did mention on a podcast not liking that someone posted the video from Brady’s wedding because people there were asked not to be posting stuff from the couple. Said it also perpetuates the stereotype that nhl players are always partying. Him saying that wouldn’t surprise me if him and Brady have slowed down a bit since getting in relationships and not in their early 20s anymore when it’s your peak partying years 😂

hahaha exactly they hate getting caught now 😭 but deep in their heart theyre all the same partiers they were in their 20's haha

[rogerrcoyle]

alone you share

[silvershayde]

AYO i havent checked out my browser version of my blog in time. MY PFP IS STILL SONIC???!!!!

[sapphire4082]

Hey lovely writers and followers,

I hope everyone is having a great start to the new year. I was wondering if anyone can recommend any Eddie Munson fics that are one shots, a series or multi parts? I am having trouble finding new stories to read, and I so miss my boy. Thank you so much in advance! #neverchange

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

I love your sass, Queen. #NeverChange

thank you gay best friend from an early 2000s movie, you're everything to me

[bettertwin1]

I think one of the funnier things you can do instead of taking accountability and changing ur ways is just pretending it never happened and ignoring any constructive criticism you receive #neverchange

[starsonablackboard]

again about anger management

remember how i said that the next post will be "tomorrow"? yeah each time i mention any deadline you can double (or better quadrouple) that. so

continuing with local banished god – ofelia

with this one i'll go into the design process first because it has more behind it by nature of goat's "narinder" not having any official design or anything

about more obvious things: narinder is a black cat with red eyes. black cats are associated with devil (sometimes), narinder is the devil of the narrative (first achievement being deal with the devil) and his vessel is the lamb – the holy sacrificial animal. the goat is associated with satan so their "narinder" should be associated with god, right? lion is one of the animals associated with god, narinder is black, so ofelia is a white lioness with purple eyes (bc the purple crown)

about symbolic stuff aka extra arms: narinder's third eye is a symbol of enlightenment (the ritual of enlightenment is literally red with a single eye as its icon) and also death as transgression to the other side does give enlightenment. i made the "twisted" version of enlightenment to be empowerment, and i think two extra arms symbolise empowerment (capability skill etc) quite nicely

oh and just for me i made her bigger and softer cause my narinder is a scrawny annoyed man. he has stripes on his face so ofelia has ??sircles?? and narinder has tussles so ofelia gets lil beads. also her scarf thing kinda sorta mimics the folds of narinder's hood

ofelia is the bishop of balance. i didn't want to make her a bishop of life because it's too simple and i like to be different and obnoxious, so my thought process went: death -> change -> TwiStiNG -> stasis -> stasis but pretty -> balance. also balance can give empowerment since it's a stable safe foundation

narinder's name means "king of all men" (or along the lines of) and death is kind of like that cause we all will die in the end. ofelia (ophelia) is a greek name meaning "help" and balance is, indeed, helpful. also it hints at her "others before self" personality. i chose greek because, like sanskrit where the name narinder is from, it's one of the oldest languages

and now ~the story section~ (pre belial's first death)

i TRICKED YOU there was more to that chart (please ignore the different spelling it's nothing im just inconsistent)

before her confinement ofelia was the most influential of her siblings. lands of old faith were in balance (stasis) since the dawn of time (aka since the only five siblings were left). the balance in question meaning circle of rebirth and reincarnation, never changing pattern of climate, etc. this was the direct result of ofelia forcing her and her crown's influence onto the lands, it wasn't natural state for the realms, so after thousands of years ofelia was beginning to wain and wilt. it wasn't noticeable at first, and for the longest time she hid any signs both from her siblings (to not make them worry) and her cultists (to not lose their faith which kept her afloat)

but at some point she finally came to terms with the truth she couldn't ignore any longer – this is unnatural, this is bad and will have devastating consequences in the long run. she shared her worried with her siblings, and they panicked – balance inflicted by ofelia was beneficial and safe, and losing it would be a very hard and demanding change. in the result her siblings blinded her (symbolic retribution for her finally "seeing the matter clearly") and chained her in the beyond which is timeless and neverchanging

her crown is still in this world, tho, and it's still keeping the balance intact – since ofelia isn't dead the crown haven't lost it's power. it is kept in the depths of ofelia's main temple, guarded by four barriers, each one kept intact by one bishop (like with nari's chains)

that's all for today, thanks for coming to my yapping session

[pyromaniac-cyndaquil]

*taps mic* hey what if the pokémon in the dark future just don't age at all, since time stopped? not suggesting that's canon but I think it'd be a really interesting angle to explore things from. potentially, any pokemon living there would be functionally immortal if food and water were easy to come by, and if it wasn't for all the other pokemon who tend to lash out and get violent (like spiritomb) due to the state of the world.

Everyone living in the future wasn't born there, nobody can even have children any more, just as nobody can grow up or evolve. Despite them all having seen the sun back before this all started, they've been in this state for so long that they've forgotten anything about what that was like, or even that they saw it at all. It's all just one big, neverchanging blur that's always been the same, forever. They've always been this age. They've only ever seen the planet paralysed. Nothing's ever been different.

I think that'd probably add quite a bit to Grovyle, hero and Celebi's decision to go back and fix things, too. Disappearing would almost definitely be better than living forever in a miserable world that never changes with no end in sight, especially if they couldn't even remember their beginnings. At least then, other people get a chance.

(it would also mean there'd definitely be versions of all of them that still exist after fixing time, not that they'd have any way of knowing that. but it'd be fine for them to exist without any harm to the world at all)

[interestingturnofthetables]

Backrooms Fiddlesix AU? Anyone??

Where ~30y/o Ford and Fidds get stuck in the backrooms and slowly go crazy!! (og backrooms. None of these ‘levels’ or monsters or whatever)

More details under the cut, (It sorta got away from me so now I guess I'm writing a backrooms AU fic)

With no one else for company, they both start going a bit mad just looking at the same yellow tinged wallpaper for miles and miles in every direction. After a good few weeks months of being stuck in this place, they’ve made a little camp site set up in one corner of a particularly large hallway that neither of them stray too far from for fear of losing the only person they have for the time being here.

One night (day? Who knows. It’s not like there are any windows) when Ford has gotten to sleep, he has a dream where he meets a particularly cheerful yellow triangle; and what a nice break from the hollow melancholic monotony that’s become so commonplace over the past few months this little guy is. So it’s an extra great surprise when he starts to hear that same cheerful almost physically warming voice in his wake too! He finally has someone else to talk to! Won’t Fidds be just ecstatic to know they’re not as alone as they thought? But maybe it’d be nice to keep this a secret, just for a bit. After all, it’s been so long since Ford has had anything that’s just his. For months now, everything they have they’ve shared for the sake of surviving in this neverchanging hell. It’d be nice to have somethingone just for himself. Just a few more days. Then he’ll tell his friend. Just a few days longer…

Fiddleford has started to notice a strange change in his companion in the past couple of weeks. Sure, over the months they’d slowly become more reserved, both attempting to come to grips with the reality of their situation. They’d begun to run out of fresh conversation topics; their silences growing more and more stretched by the day. But Ford isn’t silent. More and more often Fidds has come back to their home (yes, home. That’s what our little staked out hallway has become to us. At least, he thinks it’s ‘us’) after his usual walk up and down the marked halls only to hear his partner talking just beyond the walls.

At first he didn’t think much of it. Just Ford trying to pass the time, fill the eerie, stale silence of the air, mumbling to himself maybe some memories of his childhood. Lord knows Fidds has done the same recently, why else would he insist on so many walks alone?

As the days go on, he starts to catch full sentences as he nears home. Sometimes even small bits of soft laughter. Gosh, he hasn’t heard that sound since probably week 2 of this prison! It never lasts, however. Without fail, just before Fidds steps around the corner of their hallway, Ford falls silent; almost as eerily as their constant surroundings. He’s begun to grow worried about his friend.

There have been a few times recently when —and Fiddleford isn’t proud to admit this — on his way back home, he’d be sure to stay extra quiet, lingering right next to the wall, trying to catch some longer glimpses of his partner’s conversations (because that is what they are he’s realised. Excited, if not frantic, muttering followed by stretches of silence that somehow seem so different from their own; like Ford is hanging onto every unheard word, before jumping back to action with his own follow up remark). Who is he talking to? Fidds is yet to ask him this, of course. He fears the answer will only prove his suspicions; his only friend, only company, the only other person in this repetitive hellhole, is succumbing to madness. And Fiddleford dreads the thought of what would become of either of them then.

The one-sided conversations started off fine enough. He’s often heard Ford waxing poetic about a summer night’s breeze, constellations he once spent hours gazing at, or the dreams he had has of sailing the world one day. A couple of times he’s even caught Ford recounting old stories from college; these are often accompanied by a warm, hearty chuckle. Fiddleford has found himself smiling an awful lot more frequently whenever his partner would bring those memories up.

As the weeks continued, Fiddleford’s concern continues to grow heavier. The soft muttering which once had him holding his breath to make out, had turned to a perfectly regular volume as if speaking to someone across from him in a private room. It’s as if Ford wanted him to hear. But of course, that couldn’t be true. Because as soon as he’d round the corner of their home his partner would cease his speech (sometimes mid word!), immediately seeming on edge; so unlike the sound of his jovial voice not seconds before. He seems… jumpy… Scared… Secretive. Like he’s trying to hide this from Fiddleford. Obviously, he is. But why? They’d agreed to not keep things from each other. For both their sake's. They’re all the other has anymore. Why would he feel the need to hide from him? Does he know of Fiddleford’s concern for his mental state and wishes to not worry him more? If that’s the case, his progressively failing efforts are not doing him any favours.

Eventually it stops being a secret. They’ll be sitting together quietly, serving their food, and Ford would just… Speak. A completely nonsensical sentence with no prior context. And if Fiddleford didn’t know any better he’d assume he were the one going mad.

“Whas’at”

“Hm? Oh nothing, nothing… sorry.”

And what is he meant to say to that? It’s okay? It most certainly ain’t okay!

Even as Fiddleford feels himself losing it over the prospect of losing his only friend to this… sickness, he doesn’t bring it up. Ford certainly doesn’t seem as jumpy whenever he shows up in his line of sight anymore. So, Fidds rationalises, it must be okay. It has to be.

Until it’s definitely not. Until Fiddleford hears a half conversation on his walk home that makes his bones freeze, and his skin crawl with with the whispers of bad bad bad.

He’s not unused to hearing Ford speak of himself with his… — Fiddleford’s never put a name to it — but never like this. He’s never heard Ford question the 'necessity' of having him around. The 'usefulness' of his only true companion in this lonely world they’ve found themselves in for… how long now? (They’d drawn up a calendar on the wall at home, yet he can’t seem to recall the last time he’d cared to check it) Surely about a year at this point. Without the other, they’d both certainly have gone mad in this time. Maybe to an extent they already have. No. They have gone mad. It’s no matter of ‘maybe’. This isolation. This loss of time. These dang hollering overheard conversations! At least Fidds is still sane enough to recognise the signs. They need each other. He’s been stupid to let his partner fall this far into the horror of his head alone.

From now on his partner can’t hide this from him. He needs help. And by god is he gonna get it.

***

This has basically turned into a rough fic prologue. I have more planned that I’m not bothered to write out at the moment. I might fancy it up and post it to ao3 later too. If you bothered to read all this tho, thanks, please talk to me about it. It’s driving me insane thinking about them!!

[an-unanonymous-messenger]

Whatever God says, He will never regret it. Whatever God commands, He will never want to take it back. Many times have we seen the elected by God being called and sent to fulfil His Will, and those whom He had chosen usually fulfil it. As for those who do not, they get what they deserve for their disobedience. Their choice is either an example for us to be obedient even when facing difficulties, or encouragement for hope to those believing or about to believe. What about us? When will we do what God sends us to do? Do we think that He will change His mind about it? We already have the Old Testament (Malachi 3:6) and the New Testament (Hebrews 13:8) testifying that God never changes His Mind - The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit altogether. His Word abides forever and His Will is always the same. There is no excuse to our lingering or denying of fulfilling what was appointed to us by God. Let us be the obedient children of our Father and fulfil His joy in the glorifying task He has given to us to His glory! God bless you in the Name of Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour! Amen.

[joey-smack]

#StayConfusing #NeverChange