#not like im trapped and i have to escape but like. my life isn't going anywhere rn

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Crazy development in my life

[antlerqueer]

sorry im literally putting all of my complaints about ppl's critiques of leave the world behind here bc it's alll..... like what? so i literally looked up interviews from sam esmail and rumaan alam and i'm not crazy!!! the things i was like "this is the opposite of what was going on??" were actually the opposite of what was going on.

Some criticism I've seen is people saying "the movie mocks Rose's dependence on technology with the final scene" but it was like... Rose's journey was seeking her own solution to not wanting to be miserable and inside and waiting for death?? And she found it??

Quote from Sam Esmail, from Rolling Stone (emphasis mine):

During the early days of the pandemic, I remember how we were all very scared. We were scared for our loved ones, we were scared for one another, we were scared for ourselves. People were dying on a daily basis and we were locked in and trapped. There was this real sense of fear and anxiety. And then Tiger King dropped on Netflix and that was all we could talk about for weeks.  As silly as that show is, I love that we as a community dropped our differences to engage with this story and to laugh with it and talk about it. I just found that very human. I love when you can mix tragedy and comedy like that because I do think the essence of tragic comedy speaks directly to who we are and to the human condition.  So when I was constructing this story, I felt that throughout all this bleakness, to have this character, Rose, escape into something comfortable — I thought that was just something that felt like a kind of universal touchstone.

Rumaan Alam, the author, also says this to Variety:

I say it’s funny, but I don’t think it’s a joke. I don’t think it’s a joke on Rose. I don’t think it’s a joke on the audience. I don’t think it’s a joke on “Friends.” It’s a reminder that art is kind of a salve.

Sam Esmail LOVES media. He's not fucking condemning a child for wanting comfort????? Anyway. The dependence on technology isn't a point of inherent criticism, it is a point of what do we do when our survival is reliant on technology but we lose it. It's part of the horror. It's scary.

Literally, a quote from Esmail in GQ:

[It] really kind of underlines the theme of this reliance on tech, and once it goes away, what are we left with? And that in its own way is pretty terrifying.

I've seen it said Julia Roberts's character was "redeemed" in the film from her bad actions, which I so heavily disagree with, and so does Rumaan Alam, in the Variety interview:

In that final scene between Julia and Myha’la, they don’t embrace. Even prior to that, when they’re in that little shed and come to a détente, Ruth acknowledges that there’s some truth to the things that Amanda has said, that they’re in agreement about something, but it doesn’t end with a hug. It’s not that kind of story.

(A detente is "the easing of hostility or strained relations" - not a reprieve or a reconciliation, but an easing.)

These characters don't have to like or forgive each other to agree that there are things more important to survival and making it through than Amanda being overbearing and racist. Ruth lost her mother and even though Amanda steps in and maybe saves her life (we don't know what the deer were gonna do) that is not an apology! And it's not treated like one because we don't see any sort of forgiveness from Ruth!

And then the whole "it's an attack from a foreign government making the US a victim" shit. Like... GH theorizes, out loud, that this could be the US government's doing? Anyway.

[optimist-pine]

When Skies Are Gray (Ch.1)

Summary: You cross paths with someone from your past on the worst day of your life (which is saying a lot).

Warnings: Typical TWD content! Injury, death, suggestions of SA, language, etc.

Word Count: 1,661

Era: Between seasons 3 & 4, before Rick stops going on runs

A/n: I convinced myself that Daryl Dixon and coffee shop AU could totally go together...

One mistake. Very likely your last one at that. However, judging by the look in the man's eye, you may have just enough time to squeeze in another before your life comes to a permanent close. A grand finale of utterly screwing up. Seems fitting.

    Despite everything, you don't actually desire the finality of death yet. The adrenaline surging through your bones reminds you that hope isn't completely gone until your body starts walking around, y'know, without your soul attached.

    Past the end of your revolver, the man's pistol aims back at you, a cruel, sordid smile crawling across his face as his gaze roams around your figure. "Came in here lookin' for somethin' to ease our appetites... Looks like we found ourselves some dessert instead." He sounds quite pleased with himself, and you can only imagine what terrible thoughts are filling his mind.

    You can't withhold the cold shiver that slips down your spine, cursing inwardly. Stupid. There were so many things you should've done differently to prevent this exact scenario from happening, but you'd gotten comfortable. 

    The small shop held the slightest promise of ammunition; that's the only reason you'd even risked investigating it with the encroaching threat of dusk at your heels. But you'd been sloppy in scoping the place out, and careless enough that when a cold hand grabbed you from behind you'd shot without a second thought.

     Now you're reaping the repercussions of your foolishness. The lump of a body lay bleeding on the dirty linoleum floor. And you stand trapped between two men with guns who have worse intentions than using them on you.

     "Dammit, man, she shot Jed!" The second man cries from behind you.

    The first man doesn't even spare a glance. "If he let some bitch shoot 'im, then he d'serves it." He spits

    "Duke, I dunno man." His boots shift nervously. "Let's just get tha' hell outta here." Please, please do your mind pleads.

    The man named Duke begins to saunter towards you slowly, toying with you. "My pal an' I here are gonna have a fun night courtesy of you, doll. Then, after, we'll kill ya." Your arms are beginning to feel the strain from holding out your own gun for so long. You readjust your grip, but what's the point? He's almost to you now. "How's that sound?" Your thoughts are swirling, there's no way you can escape without getting at least seriously injured. But if that's the only option besides giving up willingly... well, you'll take that chance. You have to.

    On the count of three... one... tw

    BLAM!

    You drop to the ground in a crouch, expecting the inevitable overwhelming pain of being shot to take over your body - but it never does. You lift your head to find Duke... dead. You whip around to see the other man with an arrow through his eye. Your gun's back out in an instant, aimed at a new target that emerges from behind a rusty shelf.

    The new man holds a crossbow, posture rigid and shoulders sturdy. A good portion of his face is blocked by the bow except for feathers of brunette hair shrouding a blue eye. 

    "Whoa, there." The sound of a hammer being cocked at your back sends a rush of fury through you. Was this some sort of sick joke? Held at gunpoint by two men, then being rescued only to be held at gunpoint again by two different men? If you were honest with yourself, it wasn't all that surprising though. As far as luck went you were permanently scraping the bottom of the barrel.

    The crossbow in front of you lowers suddenly. "Lav'nder?"

    Now that you can see both of them clearly those blue eyes look awfully familiar. "Dixon?"

    BLAM!

    A blinding pain floods through your right shoulder so quickly that you collapse, sharp waves of heat blooming and spreading and taking over your whole body. You can see your gun lying in the dust and dirt. Huh, you hadn't realized you'd dropped it. You study the weapon as the daylight dims; the sun must not be wasting any time in its descent this evening. You think someone is talking but their voice is fading, the pain is numbing, the darkness is turning to black. There's never been a colder place than the floor of this cursed little shop.

    One last stop before heading back home. An old hole-in-the-wall gun store on the off chance they'll find anything to help replenish the resources depleted in the fight against the Governor. 

    What little promise the place does have dissipates the moment a solitary gunshot rings through the air; all senses immediately on the alert. It isn't hard to discern the situation, the lead man's intentions are unmistakable. And so, they do what they've had to do too many times before.

    But when the woman turns around, what he sees takes him a minute to process. You. He knows you. The word sounds stupid, but it escapes him nonetheless. Then again, maybe not completely stupid because you do remember him.

    BLAM!

    "Dammit!" Daryl shouts, unleashing his arrow into the skull of the third man. The man they'd mistakenly presumed was already dead. He rushes to your side, inspecting the wound. Clean through the shoulder. Good. He removes his vest and sheds his long-sleeved shirt, tying it around your shoulder, holding pressure. By the time he manages to bring himself to look you in the eye, you're already out of it.

    Rick rifles around the men's belongings, gathering up their weapons and anything else that's useful. "You know her?" He asks, skeptical, with that particular cock of his head.

    Daryl nods. "M'yeah. I did." He replies softly. You looked so different now; ragged, weary... alone. But still, he would recognize you anywhere. "C'mon, we gotta get 'er back to Hershel and Dr. S."

    Rick's checking out your belongings now, snatching your gun off the floor to inspect it. "D'you trust her?" He asks.

    Daryl hefts you up into his arms - it's easier than it should be. "She's a good one." An understatement.

    "Heh, yeah." Rick chuckles, holding your gun out for him to inspect. "Cylinder's empty. Held off four men with a gun that wasn't even loaded." He gives Daryl a nod. "Let's get 'er home."

    Daryl sits with your head in his lap, the rest of your body carefully draped across the backseat of the truck, hair spilling haphazardly across his pant legs. His fingertips hover nervously above your face, the overwhelming urge to physically reassure himself that you're really here growing by the second. He's terrified though. Why? Jus' do it. Rough fingers ever so gently brush dirty locks behind your ear, revealing sun-worn skin gone pale.

    It's like he can't look long enough or hard enough at your face to make it feel true. To make you feel real. Are you? Out of anyone who could've found their way here from his past... Out of all the deadbeats and scumbags he would be unsurprised to find thriving in the lawlessness...

    It was you.

    The town had one lonely cafe, which was unfortunately sandwiched smack dab between the tattoo parlor and the pub - aka, Merle's playground. Once Merle had left for the military and then landed himself in prison, Daryl had kept to the same old routine more out of habit than desire. 

    He was on his way to the tattoo parlor late that afternoon - he can't remember why he was using the front entrance because he almost always went in through the back - but that day he had to walk past the happy little cafe to get there...

    It's a warm spring day, the air beginning to fill with the scent of flowers instead of just dirt and cold. Which also means that people are sitting out front of the little coffee joint straining to soak up the last rays of sunshine. The shop windows are open to let in the fresh air, making the place seem noisier than usual.

    "Lavender latte!" A barista shouts around the clamor from inside.

    The screech of metal on cement to his left as a girl pushes out her chair. Just as he's about to walk past, he hears the scuff of a foot against the sidewalk and suddenly she's falling toward him. He reaches up to brace himself and stabilize her shoulders as her palms thud against his chest.

    She pulls back, quick as a whip, eyes huge as pink begins to sprout on her cheeks. "I'm so sorry!" She blurts, gaze flickering around. It's weird, but he can't help but notice that she smells good, like really good. Flowers and citrus and earth, real things, not just some overpowering canned perfume like he's used to being around at the bar. She's cute too, feminine but not girly or gaudy, hair wind-whipped, hands and feet with remnants of dirt like she's been outside working. The pages of a paperback flutter in the breeze on the table behind her, the stem of a flower peeking out the bottom of the book.

    "Are you okay?" She asks, eyes focused surely on his now, irises deep and unwavering and... Idiot. He's staring and he hasn't said a thing and you're waiting for a response.

    "M'fine." He says with a grunt, crossing his arms. He almost tells you off for being so clumsy but the barista shouts again:

    "Lavender latte!"

    She brushes her hair behind her ear as if it's a nervous habit. "Oh, okay. That's good... I'd better go get that." She laughs, the corners of her lips just barely pulling up. She starts to walk away but then quickly turns back around. "Thank you!" A full smile this time, and then she disappears behind the door.

    He shakes his head. Entertaining thoughts about a girl like that is ridiculous. At least, that's what he tells the rapid drumming of his heart. Shut up.

[gowithinbitch]

Hey, I've been in the same situation for about 4 years and 4 years trying to escape it at all costs bc it's really terrible not being able to live like others outside the house and just being at home all the time, it's debilitating with other events that only make me feel and the dysphoria with my body. I even tried to return to the loa, but I felt like I was in a strange limbo (read: I can't go back after seeing so many contradictions there, etc.) and and currently I feel more trapped than ever. Ik it's all illusory, but hurts and I just wanted to escape this and have a cool life like everyone else out there, go to school (not at home) and study, make friends and have the "right body" to be accepted by my dad

Should I just give up and accept this or just give up? (And Im sorry abt that)

you're complaining and trying to shoo away something that isn't there.

you choose if you continue to feel trap in nothing or you realize that it was silly all along :)

[junkermcqueen]

a hoffstrahm analysis by a person who has never seen the saw movies but Has watched a lot of youtube:

1- the cube trap. one could say it is a sign of hoffman's hatred of strahm as it is his way of quietly disposing of him, but let's look at this closer and from the lens that mark hoffman has a little soft spot. the trap is relatively simple and not really as gruesome as the rest tend to be. this could just be because hoffman didn't have time to waste and just wanted peter gone, which is like true to an extent to me, but also i believe its probably the most merciful trap he had on hand that would just rid us of strahm quickly. i mean yeah drowning people isn't really fun or nice but like there's a lot worse in this series. but strahm obviously escaped because he's hot like that and mark was staring at that stretcher like "goddamn that sexy son of a bitch escaped," which is in my mind equal parts shocked that it was escapable and admiration towards strahm for finding a way out. like cmon that's one of the hottest things strahm has done besides kabedoning jill tuck into a wall

mark hoffman seems to have that vigilante justice mentality since he thinks he can decide who's worthy of punishment or not (example: seth baxter, even though that was mostly vengeance) so i think that his Duty would push past any other pursuits in his life as a jigsaw apprentice.

which brings us to

2- glass coffin. the attempt on marks part to force strahm into the "if you can't beat em, join em" mentality. that's kind of a joke. but anyway instead of hoffman just immediately hydraulic pressing strahm to death he offered that mercy option via the coffin. the cube trap didn't have that sort of option offered, because i feel like these traps were just covert ways of murdering a man who honest to god didn't deserve a whole saw trial.

and the point of the coffin was like "hey dude just trust me u gotta stop poking ur nose into my business or it's going to kill you because im the jigsaw now." peter strahm didn't listen because he's too hot for that tho.

i believe hoffman just wanted peter strahm to just mind his own business because he was an exceptional man. probably would've wanted him to succeed, if not for the fact that it would be mark's own downfall here if strahm won. strahm was a thorn in his side that he wouldn't have minded keeping for a little while but at the end of the day the most logical option was to remove it.

this whole analysis is probably bullshit but i have brainrot your honor teehee

[traumatised-confused-individual]

Pretty boy

I've been waiting to write something for this movie and well here I am.

Six x fem!reader || no warnings.

You and six have been assigned a mission together and you can't help but tease the soft grumpy assassin.

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The CIA once again wants you to do their dirty work. It's not a surprise since you're the best in the field and can almost get away with everything but they owe you big time. The worst part of it is that I'm not doing it alone this time. They've called in one of the guy from their old projects. Im really not excited to meet him at all.

"Right on time agent. Meet your partner. Six." Says denny.

I hold in a smile and nod. The man is well dressed and nice to look at. He looks as if he could split a body in half with those biceps of his.

"Your mission is to retrieve this asset. It's important for the company and the guy who has it is big on the black market."

"Doesn't seem that hard." I say

"Let me get to the good part agent. We never like to make it easy on anyone. He has trained assassins and power greater than the two of you combined. You'll need ti be careful."

He fills us out on the rest of the details which were boring boring boring. Six isn't much of a talker. We load our stuff and reach the target site.

I check the premises slowly, six is behind me.

"So what's the story behind the name six?"

He shrugs. I roll my eyes.

"One to five were taken. You get the struggle."

"Oh he does know how to talk. How exciting." I say in a whisper.

A man comes our way and six quickly knocks him out. He falls on the ground with a thud. The house is practically empty and it all seems like one big trap.

"Something seems off." He moves to the top of the stairs and scouts out the area.

"No shit sherlock." I stand beside him "Do you think they know we're here?"

He shrugs again. I might not retrieve the asset but I might just shoot a bullet thriugh his shoulders.

"Gum?" He offers taking out a packet. I look at the packet and then at him.

"You're seriously offering me gum." I say blankly.

"It's watermelon." He smiles

I take one, "Its watermelon." I mock him and he raises a brow.

"What? I'm trying to make this fun."

Another guy comes our way, I shoot him with a tranquilizer gun. We move his body to the side.

"Nothing about this is fun." He breathes.

"Okay grandpa." I stick my tongue out.

"You're a child." He sighs

"A child who is CIA's top agent. Pretty boy." I walk away from him, making my way in the house. It's silent and dark. There are no alarms or booby traps. It all seems wrong.

"You think im pretty." He says

"I liked you better when you couldn't talk."

The safe is right infront of me. It can't be this easy. There is no army. Nothing. I open it and take the asset.

"Got it." I smile.

"It's too easy." I nod in agreement.

We walk out the door we came in from. A dozen red lasers light us up. I look at Six.

"Well there you go."

"Let's give them hell." He winks.

It almost feels like hours of fighting. Which it was. It took us even longer to escape because Six got stuck in metal wires placed near the fence. He had to get rid of his vest and his shirt. Which was funny because he had to run shirtless around town and alot of old ladies winked at him. Being chased and shot at was the not so funny part.

"Im having the time of my life." I say as I hotwire a car.

He shakes his head, "Do it faster will you?"

"Nope. I like those ladies making you uncomfortable grandpa."

He smacks my hands away lightly and hotwires the car himself. I gasp at the act.

"Drive." He orders.

"What are you gonna do if I don't?" I look at him and he looks away.

I gasp, "You had a dirty thought." I poke him

"Just drive." He looks out the window.

"You had a dirty thought." I say in sing-song.

He smiles a little, "Pretty boy is blushing."

I tease him all the way to headquarters. It seemed the following had stopped no-one wants to be this close to headquarters when you're a targeted criminal. He begs me to shutup. But I just can't. He's such a softie under all that grumpy covering.

"I'll throw you out the window if you don't stop." He says

"No you won't. You're such a softie."

"I will." He warns

"You will what?" I tease him.

He pushes past me, "You had a dirty thought again. Mister you are out of it."

I laugh. I guess he's not too bad. For the most part this mission was fun even though we're all bloody and bruised. I call out to him in sing-song and I've never seen a man run faster.

"You're a child." He shouts.

"A child you had dirty thoughts about!" I shout back laughing.

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This was fun to write. I couldn't figure out an ending to this so sorry if its a little messy. I hope you like it. If you have requests feel free to make them. You can check out my pinned post for masterlist and prompts.

[kalims]

first time I've requested 🤔 mostly bc, shy. but ur writing's so good that I can't pass up this opportunity !!

prompt 6 & 8 with leona and riddle?

off topic but I just finished watching the ghost marriage event- rip idia.

⁀★INFERN0 anon

<- back to event page.

includes: riddle rosehearts, and leona kingscholar.

6. marry me? — jokingly asking to marry you.

&

8. kabedonning — corner them into a wall and see what happens.

let's ignore the fact that I did ur req first instead of the earlier ones cause im already having favoritism... IM SORRY

btw prompt number 8 has already been done for riddle right over here.

also I didnt post for like 2-3 days, im sorry cause im inspiration was literally DEAD DEAD. I think I'm gonna have to exclude genshin from the event 💀💀 but I will post about it

✧ riddle rosehearts.

6. marry me?

loses his composure, sounds cliche but come on! who wouldn't act like that when they get a literal marriage proposal? certainly not riddle. he snapped his neck to you so fast that you almost worried that he actually broke it. you don't know if you should laugh or start running from the way he starts grinding his teeth to hold the red hue in his face from getting any bolder.

"wHAT are you talking about?!" would shake you if he didn't hold himself back cause what is thisss he needs answers! he's never been so glad to see no students in vicinity other than you.

you laugh. "what? don't you wanna marry me?" all in truth riddle feels more flustered than ever and he can't even register anything, more or less. the marry thing to be a joke so he just dramatically gasps and the gape in his mouth grows bigger.

boy is flabbergasted. "I do but WE'RE TOO YOUNG FOR THAT! WE NEED TO FINISH OUR STUDIES, GET A JO—"

atleast he wants to marry you, right?

✧ leona kingscholar.

6. marry me?

stares at you silently like he's completely done with everything. naturally, he thinks you're joking cause you always do a variety of things to mess with him just to see his reaction and he knows this isn't any different. now you're both having this staring contest and he feels stupid for trying to look for any kind of genuine interest in your eyes.

who was he kidding, how the fuck did you make him soften up in the slightest. he used to be uncaring of anything... wtf.

but leona is... leona. so he just plays along with you since you're so intent on getting a reaction from him, he's good at turning tables you know. "hah, if you wanna know so bad then fine." he looks straight into your eyes. "I do."

WHY IS HE ACTING LIKE HE'S ANSWERING THAT "do you take __ as your partner for life" ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?

returns back to his nap while you violently struggle coping with his answer, how amusing but you know he really likes his sleep. would probably claim you as his human pillow again because he can hear you short circuit and it's a pain to get peace with it.

8. kabedonning

first of all, how.

second of all, what?

it's hard to catch leona near a wall, standing even. he's usually holed up in his room napping for the multitude of the day, or somewhere in the botanical garden. his natural abode and what makes you think he'd even let you make it look like you're the one in control?

this could go in two ways: somehow you'll wait for him to be leaning on a wall. most probably dozing off and he needs to support his body or, just kabedon him against the grass or something. cause it seems easier to just trap him there unless you're patient enough to wait.

I don't even think kabedon counts cause 'don' is the sound of slapping the wall?

he just peeks his eyes open cause he was trying to sleep?

oh.

what in the hell are you doing.. kinda like, stares at you. blinking when he can feel your arms blocking his sides from possibly escaping. he HATES this, cause he'd prefer it the other way around. well? he can do that too *switches*

🧍‍♀️ this ending was kinda rushed my bad.

[found-wings]

evermore is such a q!phil song especially rn- I'm a bit busy rn so I can't dissect the Full song but I'll grab the bridge and brainrot as much as I can because holy shit especially with the storyline happening rn this song has never been more him and I Always accept the opportunity to appreciate a taylor swift song

-

"Can't not think of all the cost

And the things that will be lost

Oh, can we just get a pause?

To be certain we'll be tall again

Whether weather be the frost

Or the violence of the dog days

I'm on waves, out being tossed

Is there a line that I could just go cross?

And when I was shipwrecked (can't think of all the cost)

I thought of you (all the things that will be lost now)

In the cracks of light (can we just get a pause?)

I dreamed of you (to be certain we'll be tall again)

(If you think of all the costs)

It was real enough (whether weather be the frost)

To get me through (or the violence of the dog days)

(Out on waves being tossed)

But I swear (is there a line that we could just go cross?)

You were there"

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OHHHHHHHHHHH THIS POOR CROW IM PUTTING HIM THROUGH THE WRINGER AND SQUEEZING OUT EVERY BIT OF ANGST POSSIBLE BECAUSE GOD. CAN HE FIT ALOT OF THAT.

okay especially with the story rn, I am 100% connecting the beginning to his feelings to chayanne and tallulah. the fact that every choice he makes even when they're gone, could be affecting his kids with the way that the federation 100% has them and are not above punishing innocent bystanders for other people's actions. all he can think about is his kids, all he wants is to be with them again. at this point his priority isn't even to keep them Safe or to leave the island, he just wants tangible proof that they're alive and to be there with them and AAAAAAA it hurts !!!!!! he would do anything to get them back and the feds knew that and def punished him so severely to make sure he'd wanna stay in line for anything else they'd do in the future ;;;-;;

and taylors parts of the bridges duet?? oh for sure that's phil while he was trapped, literally no way, locked in a place where in his sleep it's delusions of his life before where he was free to do anything he wanted- to waking in a place where he is the most imprisoned he's ever been is just so painful and the bridge describes the thoughts of unreality and searching for something tangible to hold onto so perfectly AAAAAAAAAA I NEED SOMEONE TO GIVE HIM A HUG ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ - 💿

OH MY GOD 💿 ANON PLEASE, WAAAH

I cannot properly put my thoughts together rn but gods I‘m listening to the song rn AND IT HURTS SO MUCH BUT FITS SO WELL

Phil just wants his two children back!! Please, I WILL CRY

Also for some reason, I can‘t quite tell why, but the part of

„And I was catching my breath

Barefoot in the wildest winter

Catching my Death“

Gives me such.. idk, odd vibes in relation to Phil?? Like it gives me slight vibes of Phils dreams of his Hardcore world(s) and how it could be viewed as him kinda.. processing things?

It doesn‘t quite make much sense to anyone but me probably ( #sick with too many thoughts WHEEZE ), but dreaming of being free, doing whatever he wants to. Building, breathing, flying and living, with death being the only thing that could ever stop him.

Dreaming of a world like that was his only escape of reality, because the situation he was in within the birdhouse felt like death for him. His two children are gone and god knows where, having been baited into a trap with a promise of slightest hope of finding them, his wings clipped with him being a downed bird basically inside a cage with no clue on if he’d ever go free again, if anyone would ever even find him - if anyone even cared. This was basically him watching himself die in a way

Or maybe I‘m looking too much into it WHEEZE

[gyubby99]

I've decided that the speaker/narrator/subject of my songs would all turn into my ocs, so here is how I picture them

Sweet Lily - This song is too personal for me, so I'm just going to picture this character as someone who has a lot of insecurities, who's been used all their life, and started thinking that maybe they're the problem. Their only escape is social media where they meet the narrator of the song, speaking to this "Lily" person.

Personality wise, I think this person is extremely smart and talented but often doubt themself too much. They're like the lovliest people you've ever met in your entire life. In real life they're a very soft spoken person who always seems to be smiling, atleast that's how I pictured the character and the overall song vibe lol

I think she's gonna be a girl named 'Lily'? I'm not sure.

Applause - Very angsty teenager. The type of person who got their very first heartbreak and after that is almost unrecognizable. Like, heartbreak new me lol.

Hopeless romantic and a very emotional sensitive being, that's what they are. And they see nothing wrong with that! A bit petty and extremely sassy. But they have a big heart that's in the right place. Only when you fuck them up would she be a total biatch to u lol

Yep. This character would be a 'she'. Her name would beeeeeee Alex.

Hope - Very similar to Liana's character Alistar. Or maybe it's actually him.

He somewhat came to mind, but there are tons of people I know can possibly be the inspo for this, like the people I've seen on the internet thinking things are over for them just for them to find someone who's right for them (not necessarily romantic) and it somehow gives them hope.

But Alistar.. most of the parts especially the last one, he influenced a little.

But on a separate character, I think I'll name him.. Edward. The other person he's talking about? I'm choosing a "Charlotte"

Dove - Similar to Taylor Swift's "James" character in the folklore love triangle. And shall I say no more.

I'll never love again - OOOFFFFF She's unstable. Mentally not well. Send help.

I wrote this song because I wanted to give "the other woman" a sad pov. Because typically most of the songs are just like 'yeah well im secretly banging your man haha im having so much fun in my life' but I was like "wait but when you're the other woman, you're just a side piece and never often viewed as a human being.. isn't that sad? That the person you'd devote your whole life to only comes to you when they're bored? Isn't that a bit.. not so fun?"

So I wrote it. Im not defending this character's actions, I just wanted to have a little realistic take on what I think the perspective of some "other women" are.

Back to the character, Oh, she came from a household that does nothing but berate her for every single thing that she does. And so this.. person comes in and gives her the validation that she lacked all throughout her life and she falls inlove.. whilst knowing that that person might have tied the knot with someone else?

And she knows she's being used but she doesn't care as long as it's her. And she wanted things to be different, she wanted to end things but she cant. She's stuck. She's trapped. And if ever she ends things with this person she'll.. never love again. It's scary. She's scared that she'll never get that attention again and thinks that they're the only person in the world who understands her. Out of 8 billion people for crying out loud.

Heart of stone from SIX kinda came to mind in this, so.. yeah.

I think her name would be Melody. I have mixed feelings about her as a person which probably makes it better. I love her cause she's my child but like.. she's a bit problematic. She's my problem child.

The only one - if Dear John had a much more younger version, it would be this. But it's about.. SA. Trigger warning for this.

In my head I'm picturing this person as a fourteen year old girl who got taken advantage of by her second father figure after her father died. They had a lot of time together but then that night happened, and she tried to keep it secret out of fear, and she hates herself for not being strong enough to break the lies sooner.

I think she's kind of similar to Lily, and she's a very sweet, soft spoken, wouldn't hurt a fly but would kick a man in the balls if she had to..

The event caused her several nightmares and her only escape just like Lily, is social media. I have a theory that maybe the narrator of this song is also the narrator of "sweet Lily" trying to give advice she doesn't follow herself.

It would be really fun if they sort of found each other and had a more meaningful connection together. They would work out.

Although this person is not a saint either, she rebels and lies a little bit and she jusy says that it's a part of being a teenager. She sleeps late at night, she neglects school, and she's more likely to have adhd as well. She's just like those typical teenagers growing up. She never leaves the room

And her situation got worse when she started getting "late night room visits" from uncle. She stays past one in the morning, she never leaves the room so she couldn't see his face, procrastinates because of the stress he's putting on her, spends more time on her phone for a distraction.

Her name is Rosella. She's a handful teen but she never deserved any of that.

Everything you do - I don't know if you guys have ever watched korean novelas but this guy has that type of vibe. He watches the love of his life being happy with someone else and he's just letting them be happy, doing everything for them to stay that way, having this sort of "best boy standard" personality, he has it all.

He's sweet, and timid. Ofcourse he has a personality outside of being inlove with someone. He mostly cares about academics more than his crush if I'm being honest. He excels in history, and has a lot of traits that can sometimes attract a person. He's very likeable. The type of guy to just smile and say "sorry" at everything instead of being a cocky jock that you bump into down the school hallways.

Personally I would like to be his friend. He's extremely protective of his loved ones and would never pass up and opportunity to sacrifice things for them, even his own happiness. He tries his best to listen and understand you when you communicate with your feelings, and he's not that much of a talker himself and has troubles with expressing how he feels, so he gets you.

He has a lot of habits like oversharing when he's comfortable with someone, and physical ones like tapping his pen onto the table if he doesn't understand something from a schoolwork. He has trouble asking for help but won't hesitate to guide you if you ever need one. He's very introverted, and an optimist.

He has more to it than the song, which is about him having an unrequited crush on someone. Though I won't explicitly tell the gender of his crush because I'm keeping it neutral for ur imagination.

Along my journey of writing this I've decided to name him Zachary.

Never loved you - My girl. She's my favorite child. Jk I don't have a favorite child. But this is my favorite song that I've written, and she was my first child.

A sassy, savy educated young princess who is willing to fight for what is right, what she thinks is right and what she knows is right. She's probably in her early 20's like 21 years old.

She's fierce, sweet, can be cold-blooded when she needs to, feisty, strong, independent woman who can lead on her country without a king. But unfortunately her story ended on a sad note.

She meets the enemy, he falls inlove, she falls harder.

She is absolutely FERAL for this man. I think whenever she sees him sparring with her with no shirt on she refrains because HES THE ENEMY.

She was for sure a feminist, and is very sassy. She'd always sworn to put love aside because she has important matters to deal with like her kingdom, hence why it always says "I swore that I never loved you" at the end of the two choruses.

She saw the enemy as cold and heartless, referencing the lyric "you never seemed to care"

But then it all changed when they kissed that one night, and now they're doing the freckle frackle.

And so she grows anxious because a war has been declared between both kingdoms, and how she doesn't have the heart to kill the love of her life. And she wished she could've been killed by him instead.

Her personality's a little bit more like Liana's characters Loreley or Alruna, and Anna from the Frozen franchise. But she's more of a chill feisty pants and not the off the bat shits feral feisty pants.

A little background for my girl, she's an only child, because her father had died when she was a year old and her mother never remarried. She was beloved by her mother, and she could try to reason her, but she had immense hatred for the other kingdom and she was scared of disappointing her.

She's a fairly good swordswoman, but she finds her strength in words, she's greater expressing herself with writing in her journal, and have fought several debates regarding the laws, politics and histories in her kingdom.

She hates arranged marriages, but is most likely expecting it when she comes of age in her coronation and wedding day. But she has a few boundaries that her future king should respect in order to earn her respect.

I know there's an even deeper reason she fell harder for Damian, but she keeps that secret to herself. Even she doesn't wanna tell me. Maybe she will?

Her name is Marianne. (Pronounced, "Mar-yan")

Snowflake - *sigh* my bisexual child. She fell inlove with a girl she met over the internet and she was her first love and she's being all cheesy about it making "you're the moon to my sun" pick up lines and just.. she's just a little goofy when it comes to romance and her whole world overall just revolved around her for a bit before she reminded herself that she actually had a life outside her phone screen?

If she and this person actually met irl they would be the cheesiest of lovers. And she's a bimbo I'm confirming it. She's the "everything is now broken and on fire" kind of dumb. The song is actually just a draft and I dont know if I'm continuing it, so there's nothing much to know about her at the moment. When I write something in full or like, I finish halfway through I get a glimpse of what character this person I'm writing as the narrator actually is, and this one's just the "vibe" the beat and the lyrics are giving me.

Literally. It's just a short little draft because I too felt a little cheesy. Lol.

Her name's Emilyn. She prefers to be called "Emmy" cause she doesn't like her name very much. It's too old-timey for her liking, and her mom picked it out. (I do think that this narrator is not on very good terms with her mother)

Talk about it - Oh this is the Damian guy. Marianne's eherm.. lover.

Oh, what do I say about him? His pov is pretty much just like the previous one and I'm gonna put in everything I know for now. Maybe it'll influence me to expand on him by continuing the song idk

He fell inlove first, because she was a badass and he probably wants to be topped as she did. His father and Marianne's mother declared war as the final command before letting their children take the throne.

I'm going to spoil the ending based on Marianne's pov, he dies. But that isn't even the saddest part yet. Marianne gets to be crowned queen.

"Well there's nothing wrong about that!" WRONG.

Marianne gets arranged to marry some random dude two weeks after the war and her lover's death. Nice! But I'll still make my own fanon world of them getting married anyways so canon doesn't really matter. Just be delusional.

And he recognizes her confusion, her anxiety, but he wanted to find a proper way to talk about that. He loves her a lot and it also stressed him to see her stressing about the war declared, and fun fact he used the last bit of strength he had to reach for Marianne, but she was on the other side of the war and couldn't respond.

He tried calling off the war with his father, and tried to reason with him by saying "They're too weak to fight" just so he can convince his father, so he never meant it.

His kingdom had the upper hand at the war, but this man was ready to give his kingdom's legacy up and his whole life for her, so he just waited for something to strike him and then that was it.

And she couldn't break, or else everyone will know she was a traitor sleeping with the enemy.

A little background for him though, he grew up without a mother, lost her to the plague, and his father was medicore dad. Not a bad one but not a good one either. Like he'd let him play outside but let the maids take responsibility when he gets hurt. He never abused him but he never seemed cared for him either, so 50/50.

He was an only child. He was a lone wolf who spent all his life, even his youth, training non-stop. Which means he has like huge muscles.

His dad couldn't care less about what he wants so he's a bit free-spirited like he had free reign over anything in his kingdom.

I think he'd be an ambivert. I've never seen an ambivert character before and I'm getting that vibe from him. He's just a pure soul having fun, honestly. I love that for him.

Monster in a cage - I'll just explicitly tell you that I wrote it about Elsa from Frozen so I don't think I'll ever make a character for that unless I wanted a Frozen rip-off lmfao

But yeah the lyrics are pretty self explanatory if you've seen me post it like, one time. Come on, locked doors and self blaming? If the reference was a snake it would've bitten you already.

Home - probably the youngest of my characters. I love her so much my poor baby child :(

She's probably 9 or 10. She's a daddy's girl who lost her father but she still remembers the promises he made like, childish stuff.. like going to the north pole to build snowmen and snow angels and make a house where they make hot cocoa for the rest of their lives.. just child dreams.

And then he just... he was just gone, and she watched his body slowly succumb to the cruel hands of death. Like she watched it and she didn't even have time to process, because the people screaming for him to wake up were distracting her and she just wants to mute them all and cry herself.

She was traumatized, and now whenever she goes to a hospital she just feels sick. She couldn't get over it, how his body had its last seizure before it completely shuts down. The only comfort she had was that he was in heaven and he's not sick anymore. That's it. That was all.

Im naming this baby girl Jane. I love her so much :(((

*holds gently* if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

I think that would be all? I need to reread some of them that I forgot before I make another one ig?

[boosqoowoo]

beenzino - lemon (english lyrics translation)

In this song, Beenzino talks about his loneliness. He wants to leave the country and feels like he has no one. He alludes himself to a lemon, and life to a lemonade where it is both sweet and sour. He mentioned that he feel his lemon peels molding, and wants God to make lemonade by squeezing him tight. Using the metaphor, he feels like he is currently at a standstill and wants God to give him life.

The lyrics mentions feeling like lemonade in a glass cup, with fingerprints like mazes on the outside. Beenzino feels trapped, unable to escape (just like the lemonade in the glass and being stuck in a maze of fingerprints), with everyone's eyes on him (represented by the fingerprints on the cup). On top of this, he feels that his lemonade (his life) is unappetising and can't be shared. This is especially so in winter, where his depression is extra hard on him simultaneously getting sick from the cold. As the icicle grows, so does his victim mentality. And yet, he still tells the mirror in front of him, that he's ok.

뭐 있어? 여기 차 말고

what's there? besides the cars here

하늘은 하나도 안 맑어

the sky isn't clear at all

떠나버릴까 봐 나 다른 나라로

i guess i'll leave for another country

근데 다른 나란 뭐 다를까 다 까봐야 알아

but i have to be in that country to know what's different there

말도 안 걸어 이제 나한테

they don't even talk to me anymore these days

친구들에겐 난 바쁜 연예인

to my friends, i'm a busy celebrity

사람들에겐 그저 신기한 오브제

to people, i'm just an interesting object

폰에 박제되고 나면 나 끝인데

if my phone is full, i'm done for

*probably insinuating if there ever is a day his phone blows up, it would be probably because many people are contacting him due to a scandal that came up, and his career would be jeopardised

어느새 내 껍질은 썩어 곰팡이가 피네

the next thing i know, my skin is rotting with mold growing

우주인 줄 알았던 내 ego는

my ego, which i thought was the universe

그저 과일, 음악은 내 신음

it's just fruit, music is my moaning

신의 손에 난 레몬

i'm a lemon in God's hands

눈이 튀어나오게 날 꽉 쥐어

hold me tight till my eyes pop out*

*asking God to squeeze him like a lemon

내 인생은 레모네이드 sweet and sour

my life is like lemonade, sweet and sour

얼음 넣어 마셔

add ice and drink

what do you see through the glass?

유리컵엔 노랑 회색

the yellowish-gray tint of the glass cup

대각선 관통한 빨대들은 플라스틱

the diagonally pierced straws are plastic

they suck it up

구석구석 흔들어대며

waving from corner to corner*

*the movement of the straw sucking up from one side of a cup to the other

마지막 방울 위해 잔을 기울여

tilt the glass for the last drop

*insinuating people trying to suck his soul dry for the juice

이런 왜 이런 게 공감 돼

why can i relate to this?

저 주스처럼 낮은 자존감 높낮이

my self-esteem is as low as that juice

be cool be cool

get cold as ice

cold as ice

*chorus*

얼음 든 내 컵

my cup of ice

레몬 물에 성에 껴

frosted stuck in lemon water

잔엔 fingerprint

the fingerprint on the cup

지문같이 완전 미로

the fingerprint is like a maze

i feel so lost

헤 mazing

(uh-mazing) *sounds like amazing

What the I'm ok

난 레몬

im lemon

I'm ok

앞에는 거울

the mirror in front of me

*chorus repeats*

얼음 든 내 컵

레몬 물에 성에 껴

잔엔 finger print

지문같이 완전 미로

I feel so lost

헤 mazing

What the I'm ok

난 레몬

I'm ok

앞에는 거울

내 손에 따듯한 티

a warm tea in my hand

눈물을 그란데로 마셔보니

after drinking my tears from a Grande*

*a size of drink offered in coffee shops

**he is a lemon, so his tears is referring to lemonade

맛없어 못 팔아

it's unappetising, i can't sell it

fucking salty 결국 못 나눴지

it's fucking salty, i couldn't share it in the end

혼자 염전에서 목마른 채 걷지

i stagger alone on the salt field, feeling parched

술도 못 마셔 샷 잔 위 레몬 옆

i cant even drink the alcohol in the shot glass, next to the lemon

소금에 넋 놓고 공감대 형성

let go of the salt and build consensus

*this is a pun on the word salt, where salt can refer to the literal salt or the feeling of being salty, jealous of someone/something. he wants to stop being salty and build consensus with the person. by feeling salty he is alone, and he wants to stop it (as mentioned in the previous lyric about staggering alone on the salt field)

어림도 없이 눈만 높았었던

without a doubt, only my eyes were high

내 현실은 부엌에 스툴만한 lemon tree

my reality is a lemon tree the size of a stool in the kitchen

*at the end of the day, his life (lemon tree) is as insignificant as a stool in a kitchen is

"isolation is not good for you"

but isolation is 흙 (soil) for me*

*he is a lemon tree, and isolation is soil for him, which means he needs isolation to grow and prosper

난 묻혔지 우울증이 이불인 듯

im buried in depression like a blanket

이 컵이 아니라 정원이었으면 해

i don't want this cup, i want a garden

*he wants to grow in a garden, not being restricted in this cup

비를 맞은 피해의식이 열매처럼

victim mentality hit by rain is like a fruit*

*the victim mentality sprouting like a fruit, growing with rain

주렁주렁 주렁주렁

growing growing

겨울엔 더 특히

especially more in winter

온몸이 콜록

my whole body is coughing

온몸이 cold

my whole body is cold

눈물이 go low

my tears go low

고드름 go low

icicle go low

온몸이 콜록

my whole body is coughing

고드름 grow low

icicle grow low

Be cool but I'm so

콜록

cough

*chorus repeats*

얼음 든 내 컵

레몬 물에 성에 껴

잔엔 finger print

지문같이 완전 미로

I feel so lost

헤 mazing

What the I'm ok

난 레몬

I'm ok

앞에는 거울

[hammerheadgirl]

hello from under the trapdoor (that's under the woodworking table in the shed that I built in secret)

"im on a boulder over alpine tops im peeking

I watched you cross the water in the evening

into my eye your grays and blues were blown

something that I held onto was leaving!!!"

those are lyrics from the microphones's song called "iv. mount eerie". I like to think that to the narrator's eye, their grays and blues were blonde. I think thats nicer to hear and think about.

today I feel like a little hamster trapped. like I really am ready to come out but I need to be acclimated to my new play area once more! trial run? training wheels? hamster wheel! ive been on it all day avoiding the rest of the enclosure. its not an enclosure when its your world, really. what more is there to escape to? a new mindset probably.

tried dying my hair today. purple! It took a little bit but only when you look for it, searching in the sun. not fair in my opinion. it frustrated me but it shouldn't because the process wasn't bad at all. it was casual and relaxed and I chatted and crocheted a hat as a gift for a friend. so why am I upset that the hair dye isn't blaring? I think im just on edge. im an unsocialized dog looking for a fight! rar rar!

what will I do tomorrow?! I keep asking myself that like I require a written step by step guide to live. maybe thats best, actually. i could run if I feel strong and willing tomorrow, but I haven eaten much today so idk how that'll go for me. I want to take it easy!! I want to be mindful!!! I don't want to do yoga!!! if you catch me doing yoga tomorrow, wrap me in the mat and throw me in the creek.

ive been thinking about how ill reacclimatize to my friendships that ive taken a break from (with explanation to those impacted). I really do feel like a bad person on my own and I think thought I needed to figure that out on my own but I feel kind of worse. do I need to just cannonball back into socialization? I don't even want to dip my feet into the lake. it's cold and there could be brain-eating amoeba.

I have a show tomorrow which I can't forget about. im playing saxophone for it (which I have been guessing at this whole time). I dont want to do it. I don't want to be a trooper! I want to sulk and simmer on the stove with the heat off a little bit more. my refills of meds are coming tomorrow.

I think my best friend is dying. I left her in August and I hadn't been around her in person since last month. I facetimed her today and I just know she's dying which is really scary. it's the type of dying when they're already kind of half gone-- not processing you or anything that's an indication of life. our inside jokes and songs will be on index cards in my shaking hands at her funeral one day and that upsets me. I think all of the things I worked to perfect are going wrong and I want to think it's my fault but I think its just coincidence unfortunately.

[aureutr]

do you have any hcs about how din will act when luke gets pregnant in either BT or just circumstances similar to BT? im obsessed with the idea of kept luke and doting din but luke is still trying to escape and yet has to reckon with getting rounder and being pregnant and constantly wanting his alpha around

I'm not going to spoil anything about BT but let's sweep aside all my future notes, outlines, and half-written bits and play in the space on its own. We can say everything up through Chapter 8 happened as-is.

tw somewhat dark content, mpreg, maybe some Stockholm Syndrome

At first Din is worried. Even once he starts making up real food, Luke can't seem to keep it down. Boba's convinced that he's faking to trick them into taking him to a medcenter, but that doesn't make sense. He's wanted by the Empire, it would be a stupid escape plan. Han has an idea of what could be wrong but keeps it to himself, afraid that if he speaks it out loud it will be true.

Thankfully, that passes quickly.

Because heats in this AU are 3-4 per year, waiting til one is skipped isn't a good indicator of pregnancy. What tips it over is one night Din takes the Force restraint collar off, just for a little bit. Luke treasures these moments, a few minutes where everything feels the way it should. He stretches his senses out, feeling the pulse of life on the moon around them.

Or rather, that's what he normally does. This time as soon as he can reach out he feels something new, something much closer than he expected. There's no mind, it's not a person yet, but it's grown enough that it's more than just a tiny thrum of possibility.

And because their mating bond lets Din feel everything Luke feels, they find out at precisely the same time.

Luke would be scared, but Din's excitement and joy is so loud in their bond and in the Force that it completely overwhelms him. It's not for a few days after that he has a clear enough head to think things through.

He once told Leia he wouldn't mind a family, maybe even wanted one. But he didn't think it would happen like this. Still...he can't be as horrified as he thinks he should be. He feels guilty about that, too.

Han's reaction is to throw out his "wait and see until Boba follows through on his debt promise" plan. There's now a time limit on getting Luke out, consequences for himself be damned. It doesn't go well, is all we'll say there.

If Din was overbearing before, now he's absolutely insufferable. Before they knew, Luke thought he was making some progress on getting his alpha to treat him more like a person. Maybe they could even salvage something out of this mess of a relationship (if it could be called one). Now it's the softest clothes, the most carefully-selected food, and Luke is almost completely forbidden from walking anywhere.

He has little victories. He convinces Din that being trapped inside all of the time is bad for the baby. He still can't get out at night, Boba and Din know their mates aren't stupid, they could figure out roughly where in the galaxy they are if they can see the stars. But there's a small lake near the house, and he gets to spend a lot of time on the shore there.

Since there are no other sentients on the moon, there are no other ships. Luke's escape plans stat and end with getting onto Slave I by himself (or, preferably with Han, but after Han refused him once he's not going to wait -- they'll come back for him). He tries to talk to Leia in the windows he has without the collar on, but he can never seem to reach her. He can feel her, she's not dead, but she has her shields drawn down tight as if hiding from something. Or someone. It keeps them from being able to speak in the Force.

Periods without the collar do get longer as Luke gets larger. Din is worried that their child, who is probably Force sensitive, will have their development stunted. Boba thinks it's not worth the risk, but after Din extracts promise after promise of good behavior from Luke until both alphas are relatively convinced. It comes off and it stays off.

Luke is so grateful that he knows that he's going to keep those promises. The part of him that yells about getting away gets smaller as he gets rounder, and can feel their child more and more clearly. He tells himself the urge to keep Din close is hormonal, instinctive. He knows he's lying.

For the entire pregnancy Din can't keep his hands off of Luke, especially not his belly. Once movement starts he's even worse. Boba snaps at him to stop trying to get him to feel every kick or turn, but never once does he refuse to actually do so.

Din spends a lot of time and credits fleshing the house out. This was always his plan, but now he needs to hurry up. It's a modular, prefabricated thing, so adding an additional room for a nursery is trivially easy. Luke, at least, gets to make some choices there. They go with a soft green, a color all from Tatooine adore.

It's one night, laying in a pile of warm bodies with so many sets of hands pressed up against him that a dam breaks and Luke starts crying. The tears perhaps should have been made of desperation, but they are happy, happy tears.

[beachwae]

beach please tell me abt yr 'gnomes in the gnether' theory im so intrigued

Tumblr deleted my whole response. Heart broken.

Let me start again from the beginning: Bedrock, from a geological perspective, forms really weirdly in Minecraft. Like really weirdly. Just to begin, bedrock in the real world has multiple types. Minecraft bedrock, decidedly, does not. The only real bedrock variance is in the depth of the bedrock layer (1-4 blocks). Already strange: Minecraft has proven itself more than capable of hosting Various Types of blocks and stone structure depending on biome: Why is bedrock any different?

Bed rock reminds me the most of phaneritic igneous bedrock, which is equigranular with larger crystals. Which means: Bedrock was formed through the cooling of lava, and the texture of bedrock suggests cleavage that is weirdly straight-edged. Bedrock in real life rarely breaks in such a straight (haha) fashion.

Hey, you know what does form from the cooling of hot shit and Also breaks in a straight fashion? Bricks.

Normal bedrock is also. intrusive. It isn't confined to below the surface: It breaks up out of the surface, sometimes in weird chunks and intrusions. Minecraft bedrock, on the other hand, stays resolutely at the bottom (in fact, the rock i'd say looks a whole lot like bedrock breakage is schist: issue is. that schist stays pretty close to the surface). This is true even in the 1.18 version: The bedrock is resolutely at the bottom of the rocks. Why???? Deepslate and stone layers mix much more. Bedrock is an anomaly in its confinement to just four Y levels.

Almost like it hasn't spawned naturally. 

Also, more evidence for the igneous rock: Those tend to stay in big chunks, rather than breaking apart.

Now, let's talk about nether bedrock specifically, because it deeply makes no sense to me. Blackstone and basalt spawn at lower levels, but in just chunks: Netherrack is by far the most common, and it is everywhere. Why does netherrack stop spawning arbitrarily at Y -64? It has no other confines. It can spawn everywhere else, and it is everywhere else. Unlike the overworld, there is no significant variation on Y levels: at the very least, it's incredibly minimal compared to the overworld. It's so odd, that netherrack stops spawning so oddly. You could blame it on compression getting too much at a certain depth, but the same thing happens on the surface. What's going on?

Hey, another thing about netherrack. It explodes very easily.

Switching tracks, let's talk about piglins for a bit. We question, often, why piglins get zombified when they go into the overworld, and why ruined portals appear at all. What happened?

But keep in mind. We're only seeing the piglins that made it this far. It's safe to assume that the piglins that did make it to the overworld were the ones wiped out: Probably a catalyst for whatever got rid of piglin society. Idk, I'm not a pig scientist. A Sus Scientist, if you will. Whatever the zombie virus is, it did help the piglins who had it get through whatever world-ending event.

Hey, you know what flesh adapts best to heat? Rotten flesh. The rotten flesh seems to have been the best adaptation to heat. Almost like it wasn't always that hot in the nether.

That brings me to my theory: the bedrock wasn’t spawned naturally. It was put there: and the result had the most effect on the nether, causing rapid heating as the Nether lost its ground and air sinks for heat. Heat, with nowhere to escape, got trapped in the Nether, causing the downfall of the piglins, leaving only those whose flesh could zombify and adapt to the onslaught of heat. But why would anyone do this?

Piglins, for what they’re worth, seem to have been thriving in the Nether. This probably wasn’t them: This is a project on a mass scale, and I doubt one would actually endanger their own species that much. Then again, climate change is happening right now, so what do I know. It also probably didn’t begin in the overworld or end: the End has no bedrock, and the Overworld has only one layer. Netherrack is also one of the easiest foundational blocks to explode, and beds combust in the nether: Laying the first bedrock would likely have happened in the Nether, a place of least resistance to the bedrock layer. 

So. My theory: The void is artificially created. If so, why does it kill you? It’s definitely not because of a lack of air or because it’s a vacuum. You’d explode instantly if that was the case. But there’s something else dangerous about space: the deathly cold.

So far, the only cold damage we see in Minecraft is with powdered snow: And snow damage is miniscule compared to the deathly chill of the void, especially with the likely absence of heat.

- You can put ice in the nether. What the fuck, Mojang. What.  What if, in this world, the stages of matter are liquid-solid-gas instead of solid-gas-liquid? Would geology even matter? I’m going to ignore the logistics of this for sake of convenience.

So we’ve never really experienced the effects of intense cold in Minecraft: and I believe the void is it. So, if bedrock didn’t exist for a while, and the Nether was very, very exposed to the void, the Nether was likely much cooler than we know it now. Thus, the relation to the basalt theory we saw earlier.

I call the things I think put the bedrock up gnomes because there are weird one block holes in the bedrock (again, evidence for the odd structure of bedrock) I choose to believe were once tunnels for the gnomes as they built. I also think they wanted to get away from the Nether and maybe even the Overworld. Because they were small and easily stompable. Their greatest achievement: Being able to rapid cool lava so intensely it created something unbreakable by all other rocks. This would be an amazing feat of engineering, probably some sort of mixture of substitutional alloys (They’d need carbon, probably, hence why they expanded to the overworld?) I think there are little guys who laid the foundation of the world we know, and probably caused an apocalypse on their way there.

Anyway, that’s the gnomes in the gnether theory. This was a WALL of text, I apologize.

[bleekay]

being a video game romantic interest like "nice to meet you newcomer, im an adventurous soul trapped in this small town. wish i could escape. i could go anywhere" "hey there, dont you think this place is boring? someday i'll hop on the first plane outta here no matter where it's heading" "it's good to see you! wanna hang out? we can take a ride to the city and explore downtown" "i didnt realize how cool you were at first, but you really grew on me! lucky you moved here so we could meet" "hey you know what? i think you're my best friend, never had one before" "i've been thinking lately... small town life isn't so bad after all, you know?" "wanna hang out? we could go fishing at the pier or have a picnic in the field" "oh hey... i just found out i got offered this once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity in another country. cool right? ... no, i haven't given them an answer yet, but they won't wait forever" "i can't keep it in any longer. i like you. i don't want to move across the world and have big adventures if you're not there to have them with me" "i knew we were meant for each other. i'll follow your lead. do you want to move away with me to a fun and exciting new place, which i've wanted all my life, or stay here where you're most comfortable? it's your choice" "ah, i was hoping you'd say that. i want to stay here too. who cares about silly jobs across the world? we can have an adventure right here in little podunk. i love you. let's get married and live here forever"

[nuclearnerves]

INCOMING VAMPIRE AU THOUGHTS

Don't mind me I'm finally getting the ideas I had on this shit out so I can actually go forward with developing it as an AU. It's my usual mixup of fps protags, Gordon Guy and John, but I'm starting with Gordon as the Vampire and Guy as the Vampire Hunter.

absolute beast of a wall of text under the cut

What If Being A Vampire Literally Sucks All The Time Forever like chronic pain sucks. like THAT level of sucks. Like Here's what I was thinking of. Being a vampire isn't just "being alive forever but you need to drink human blood" It's like Oh man I have some lore you look at vampires and their main thing is that they're blood suckers right so lets start with a corpse dead body. cadaver. no longer with us. just some rotting meat. The brain needs oxygen as fuel. The blood supplies the oxygen through blood. The blood is pumped through the heart. The blood is made by your bone marrow. You die. Your heart stops beating Blood stops pumping Brain no longer has oxygen to think marrow stops making blood thats standard! Now, becoming undead, as a vampire, is a little more complicated. The long and short of it is: your body is FIGHTING ACTIVELY to be alive against all odds and wins every time (immortality), but it hurts the whole way

I have the gist of it. It's like. Your heart stops. By all means, you should be dead. but the magic kicks in, and you're still thinking. Your brain is still sending signals to your muscles to move. But using what oxygen to move? whats burning in you? You don't know but you know it's just enough to get to your next meal. So you ferociously eat something, and then find you can't swallow. You can't make saliva. You barely have the energy to chew, and once you DO get something in your stomach, it immediately comes back up. Why can't you feel your pulse? What's going on? You're out of options so you figure you might as well just lie down and die. You're too tired to keep going anyway. So you do, you lie down, and you close your eyes, and you quietly hope that death is as peaceful as sleep. You realize you've actually been moving around without breathing, which makes sense because you can barely flex your diaphragm for more than a shaky wheeze. How are you thinking with such little oxygen? But as you fade from consciousness, you can feel something in you, and it's so upset, it's crying, it's filled with grief, and you instantly can tell it's your skeleton. It's your bones. You're distraught down to your marrow. You're dying. You're dying! Your heart stopped and you have no more blood! You need blood! You need blood to move! To breathe! To think! You try to breath deep again for the voices in your bones, trying to comfort them, to sooth them with the repetitive motion in your lungs, trying to fill yourself with anything but grief, but they keep wailing. We make the blood, our creation, our child, what we put all of our work into is gone! gone! gone! We need it back! Anything! All of it! Find it! Bring it back to us! We're hungry! WE'RE HUNGRY!

and once you find yourself too exhausted to listen, to think, how badly you wish just to die already to cease hearing this wailing, you find your body moving without you. And it's hungry and it's searching and it's crawling on all fours and it misses its beautiful red life that made it feel so full before and it needs it back, and the next thing you know you're desperately grabbing anything with blood in it and shoving it in your mouth in a desperate attempt to sooth this cry for life, you don't want to die, you don't want to die, you worked so hard to keep up this body and craft it and LIVE with it and you're not going to go, and even when you try, even when you try to lay down and die, your body refuses, it takes the reigns, and it keeps up the work itself with or without your help. And it's not until your stomach is full and your teeth are stained and you feel a pulsating burning in your bones that you snap back awake, completely conscious, just fine. You're lucid, you don't feel any more pain. Everything around you is dead and drained and messy and your heart still isn't beating. but you can breathe now and holy shit you guess you literally need to kill to survive and the less you eat and the more you starve yourself the worse it gets when your body finally decides to take recourse.

my idea was like. "the vampires curse is actually stored in the bones, thats why the teeth get so sharp and also theres a connection between blood and bones with the creation via bone marrow" its literally like i was sitting there thinking "no no no, whats it like to be a vampire. what neurosis would you develop. How would you panic? What are common mistakes beginner vampires make" which, by the way, gordon is a beginner vampire

so now you gotta factor, what blood lasts for how long? how long can you go between meals? not only that, but what creatures satisfy the urge? How long can you go avoiding human blood? Does it work like drugs where you develop a resistance to the high, or is it like food where it will keep you moving until you eat again? How the fuck are you gonna get your hands on blood? Can you just eat raw meat? Does that count? and thats where im at lol

OKAY now. now thoughts on beginning scenes of vampire au

So my idea was this Doomguy is a vampire hunter independent and one of his buds says that some freak scared and almost attacked his daughter when she got too close to his old abandoned laboratory up the hill and hes like “he might be… you know… a problem. if you needed a lead” and guys like yeah i fuckin hate the undead ill kill this dude so he busts into old lab space and sees so many dead animals its actually mostly Bones and pelt that hes seeing piles of feathers etc so hes like yeah this is all telltale signs of vampire uhhh hes introduced to gordon SOMEHOW im not totally sure of the details but the working idea i have is guy falls into a trap gordon devised that restrains him suspended in wire or something and gordon like. limps/stumbles into the room and this dude looks haggard he’s breathing heavy, his cheeks are hollow, he’s bug-eyed and shaking while looking at this massive wall of meat in his trap and he bares a bunch of hideous teeth and grits them and looks like hes really struggling with somethin... Like if these dudes don't know each other then Gordon might give in and try to drain Guy, and Guy would absolutely do anything in his power to turn this new vampire into ash, im thinking the inclusion if g-man as a coven leader can fix both issues.

i like the idea of guy falling into gordons trap and gordon thinking about what to do with him before gman shows up and whisks gordon away for a “meeting” while complimenting him on his good work catching the most feared vampire hunter in the country and gman just leaving guy suspended in wires that he has to fight his way out of. Instant situation defuser.

Guy ends up needing to take care of other monsters before going back to Gordon, and he DOES plan to go back to gordon, because no vampire is a good one, especially not one associated with the fucking head of a coven, but next time he sees Gordon, Gordon helps him out of a scrape by attacking and draining a combine who was going to take Guy out or something and escaping before Guy can catch him, or otherwise seeing Gordon do something good with his insane undead powers and like, the third time he meets up with him is when they can actually talk, and Gordons fuckin SO haggard, he’s not even fighting back and he’s even going as far as to say “just make sure theres nothing of me left when you’re done, I don’t want anyone else getting hurt”

Side Note: Guy has a bunch of scarring on his body from dealing with vampires, cops, ghosts, werewolves, anything violent that kills people. I'm playing with the inkling of an idea that he has Divine Blood in him, so that any time something undead bites him or tries to drink his blood, it burns. We'll see.

Side Note 2: now i really like the idea of the combine actually being an organized faction of vampire hunters that are WICKED crooked and exploit people for all their worth in exchange for their “safety” when they kill a vampire They’re essentially loansharks and Guy fucking hates them and hates the name theyve given to vampire hunting

Side Note 3: You've probably noticed that I haven't said anything about John yet! He's in this too. His species is a surprise but I need to get to him later I have an idea for where he came from (Cortana too)

I still need a good reason for Guy to not instantly kill this vampire, if not it's just gonna be "Gordon Freeman escapes the countrys best vampire hunter like a seventh time" every time they meet and they end up being rivals. And it gives Guy enough time to look past the whole "undead monster" thing and start looking at the "Oh this dude figured out how to fight his ridiculous craving for blood in a way more humane than most and is actually staying out of peoples way and keeping to himself. Guess he's not that big of a threat but I still need to keep an eye on him in case he loses it. Turns out he's got a family (Probably Alyx, Eli, Issac and Barney) who's been lookin for him and cares about him as well, don't wanna hurt them". I like the idea of them ending up needing to team up to take out undead together.

And that's what I got so far!!!

[a-pretty-nerd]

Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 10

Premis:

When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you’re in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

A/N:

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Word count: 1,818

Warnings: Minor violence

Chapter 9 Chapter 11

Loud announcement after loud announcement blasted from the speakers as the police spoke. Repeating the same few sentences over and over again. His stomach turned as anxiety took hold of him. Izuku Midoriya stood nearly a block away from the scene as he watched. He and Bakugou were given orders to sit on the perimeter and wait in case they were needed. Having experienced The League before, their assistance was helpful. But everyone was hoping it wouldn't be needed. For now, everyone's top priority was you. Bakugou huffed in frustration, folding his arms across his chest as he watched.

"I don't get it. We should just round them up while we still can. If we don't act fast, they'll slip out of our hands again." He growled.

"Arrest isn't our top priority right now. The hostage's safety is. We can't risk any harm coming to her. You know that." Midoriya answered. The blonde scoffed and spoke again after a long pause.

"I still can't believe it."

"Believe what?"

"That he has a daughter. You'd think he would have mentioned something like that by now. After all these years. Especially one with such a strong quirk."

"Yeah...I don't have kids of my own so, I don't know much about that but...It's odd isn't it? That he never mentioned her. Not even to us." Bakugou thought for a moment.

"Maybe it was the mom. Maybe she kept it that way. We don't know much about her."

"No...that doesn't sit right. Her mom seems intense, sure. But that's his daughter. I don't know about you, but if I had a kid like her, I wouldn't be able to stop talking about her. So, it doesn't make sense why someone like him..."

"They were young, right? About our age?"

"That's right."

"Think about it. If you and Ururaka got pregnant right now, what do you think would happen?"

"Thats different, she's a hero too-"

"No. Really. Think about it. If she told you tomorrow you were gonna have a kid, how would you feel?" Midorya thought for a moment.

"Scared, I guess."

"Would you slow down your hero work? After everything you've done, all the work you've put into this. Would you risk it all to be a proper father? And what about her? Would Ururaka be okay putting her life on hold for that kid? I doubt it."

"I see what you're saying. But that still doesn't explain why we're just finding out about her now."

"I'm sure he was just trying to protect her from shit like this happening. It's clear he still cares for her. It was probably his was of keeping her safe. As messed up as that is."

"I studied All Might my entire life. Became his successor and student. And still...I feel like I never really knew him until now."

"Mh."

"You're still my most valuable player. You're staying right here." Shigaraki's voice purred as his grip tightened around your arm. Pulling you closer to him. You felt your blood quickly rush up to your cheeks. The hot feeling coursing through your veins. You heard the loud squeak of a chair shifting across the floor. Your quirk unwittingly being activated. He ignored the sound, his deep red eyes glaring into yours as his scarred brow bone curved over them in a tight scowl. His eyes, so brilliant and full of passion. You were lost in them. Time always seemed to stop when he did this.

"Boss! We gotta get out of here! We can't fight them all!" Spinner shouted, tearing those eyes away from you. How long had he been starring at you? Was he just as lost as you? You were doubtful. If he was lost in anything, it was probably his rage. His grip on you loosened, slowly dropping your arm almost like he was reluctant to.

"The truck. Is the truck ready?"

"Yes, but I doubt we can get out of here without being caught."

"Of course not. That's why we'll need a distraction. Until then we need time. Toga, the phone, quick." She jumped at the command. Grabbing a smartphone of hers and quickly adjusting it to film. Shigaraki's hands quickly found your body again. But they weren't nearly as harsh as last time, just firm. Man handling you to appear threatening. One hand coming around your neck from behind to display his fingers, and the other around your arm. He pressed you against his body.

"Filming!" Toga shouted.

"You heroes should know better than to just barge into such a delicate situation. The conditions are simple. Make one wrong move, and the girl is dust. I'll even leave her in a pretty little urn for you, hehehe, All Might."

"Cut! Edit and send to the heroes right?"

"And social media, anything to get it on the news. Dabi, Twice, is there a way for you to contact our friends on the outside?"

"But boss! They have us tapped! They'll be prepare for our escape!" Twice shouted.

"They've planned for it already. We've lost the element of surprise. We need results."

"Shigaraki?" You croaked.

"What!?" He shouted in your ear. You winced, holding your free had up to tap at his wrist around your neck.

"Could you, loosen up a bit?" He swiftly pulled his hands away from you. Watching you gently cough and regain your breath.

"We're not, really going to kill her, are we?" Toga pulled her attention away from her phone and shuffled closer to you. Turning to be in-between you and Shigaraki, almost to protect you from being grabbed again.

"No. Not if we plan to get out of here." He and turned sat down on the couch, his hands coming up to rub against his sore neck. Toga patted your back.

"You alright there? You're burning up. You're not sick are you?"

"No...No Im fine."

"You sure?"

"I'm fine. Thank you, Toga." It made her smile to hear you say that.

"Don't worry. Tomura's smart. He'll get us out safe, you'll see." You smiled back at her.

"I'm sure. But somehow I doubt I'll see you again. So, if this is goodbye-"

"Don't say that!" Toga shouted. "We're gonna stick together. Remember? I promised you I wouldn't let anyone hurt you!" You starred at her with wide eyes as your heart raced in your chest. A loud flutter.

"But, Toga."

"But nothing, friends stick together, right?" You nodded. "Then that settles it! We're taking her with us, aren't we guys?" Confused faces looked up at the two of you. "Well?"

"Uh- Sure." Spinner shrugged.

"Hell No - Alright!" Twice shouted.

"Heh, alright." Dabi chuckled.

"Tomura?" Toga called the absent-minded man.

"Huh?"

"We're taking her with us, right? She's one of us now!" Toga reached for your hand and curled her fingers between yours. Shigaraki looked up at her, his eyes lost in thought. "Tomura!" She scolded him like a little sister. He blinked a few times, shaking his attention to you.

"Are you, Y/L/N? Are you one of us?" You froze for a moment. No. Of course not. You're not a villain. You're not like these people! You're a heroes' kid! You're not evil! You're a good person!

You opened your mouth to speak, an overwhelming cacophony of thoughts keeping you from answering. For the first time in your entire life, you had been cared for in a way you never had before. No longer reliant on a bottle of pills to function properly. No longer forced to be productive. No pressure to be anything special. You could grow here. You could be yourself here. The room buzzed with energy at the activation of your quirk. Your emotional state boiling to a head, you opened your mouth to answer but before you could speak-

The building began to shake underneath you. You were thrown to the floor, eyes darting everywhere in search for the cause. The sound of explosions blasted above you, while what sounded like a bulldozer echoed below.

"Damn it! They're coming from both ends!" Dabi announced, gaining his balance to perform a ready stance before his blue flames emerged.

"C'mon Shigaraki! What do we do!" Twice shouted as he clung onto the man's forearm. The rest of you inching closer and closer to each other.

The blasts above became louder and louder until it became evident it was right above. Your stomach turned as you came to the realization. Before the order left his lips you had reached for a table across the room and brought it up above your small group for protection.

"Y/L/N!" Just in time for it to deflect the shrapnel of drywall that burst from the explosion above. Suddenly the floor below gave way, sending the six of you falling through the open air. There were supposed to be several floor to the building, but thanks to the hero, Deku, flimsy walls of the already rotting building had been quickly demolished within seconds.

You watched yourself fall, your hand desperately reaching for anything to hold on to. Failing and plummeting down with the rest of them. You watched as the DynaMight emerged from the smoke above to watch you with a satisfied grin plastered over his face.

The cries of the others behind you filled your ears. Why wasn't this hero doing something? Why wasn't he jumping to catch you? To catch the others? Is going to let you fall to your deaths? You can't let him do that! Quick- Quick- your quirk- catch them!

After a few attempts at activation in your panic, you were able to catch the others in the air. Just before their bodies hit the concrete of the building basement. Dropping them down from a safe few feet. The fall was uncomfortable, but a relief to you and the others that you could work so quickly.

But your success was short-lived as the building trembled and quaked with another explosion. You looked up just in time to watch what was left of the old hide out to come crashing down around you. Leaving you trapped in the basement, in complete darkness.

"THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" A familiar shriek echoed in Bakugou and Midoriya's ear pieces. They both jolted at the painful intrusion. Your mother, having just stolen a police walky talky huffed on the other end.

"Our apologies ma'am but they're fine. I saw it with my own eyes. They're just trapped under debris. Everything is going according to plan." Midoriya reassured.

"Ac- ACCORDING TO PLAN!? You mean to tell me, young man, that you intended to trap my daughter in with her KIDNAPPERS, WHO THREATENED TO KILL HER!?" She spat, understandably.

"If they wanted her dead by now, she would be. Shigaraki doesn't play games unless it's necessary. Trust me." Bakugou barked.

"So now what? We just wait until this psychopath decays his way loose?"

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