SCOURGE SUNDAY 010/???

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[Start ID. A drawing of @mieczmaszyna 's character Izzy. In the words of its creator, Izzy is a humanoid robot with a white chassis, oval head, black headset, square green glasses, claws, and a tail resembling a cable plug. Ai wears a cowboy hat, vest decorated by a star and bottle cap, pants with tassels, spurred boots, and a red bandanna. He's viewed from the side, kicking up one leg and holding both arms out in front of itself to shoot finger guns, looking excited and rather jaunty. The background is a dull yellow-green, muddied by the warm reddish tone of the drawing, and in paler green are the words "BANG BANG!!" by ais arms. End ID]

robot cowboy!!!

CHAINSAW MAN AU FOR LOOKISM; JOHAN AS AKI !!! PLEASE CHECK OUT THE OG IDEA/POST BY HYUSOLK HERE <3 !!!!

i just got home and can i just-

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okay i'm a little impatient after tonight's ep lol

putting this in the tag bc why not

theorizing abt s3 of only murders in the building so if you don't want that then uhhhhh stop reading lol

okay i'm impatient bc like--it's been obvious since the very first episode we saw the writing on the mirror that ben wrote it himself

the video clip that tobert found of him "talking to someone" in his dressing room?

he's talking to a plate of cookies

someone left a plate of cookies in his dressing room

he was already in a fit bc of loretta and charles

and then joy had to come in and fix his face

he possibly got into another argument? who knows idr the exact timeline

anyway he yelled at the cookies

he ate all of them

then he wrote "fucking pig" on the mirror

then he dropped "dead" onstage

at the hospital they pumped his stomach, meaning he was poison, and therefore the cookies were the poison

and who is the only person we've seen all season interact w ben & the cookies?

his brother.

his brother poisoned the cookies, left them in the dressing room, and was also at the arconia, got into another argument, shoved him down the elevator shaft.

his brother did it, ben wrote "fucking pig"

and i'm getting impatient bc i thought the "fucking pig" thing was going to be a like 1 or 2 episode red herring to incriminate a few people briefly and then clear their names

i thought SURELY they would figure out that he was yelling at a plate of cookies

but they're realizing that extending a murder mystery series can be difficult if it's not a procedural or episodic thing like murder she wrote or whatever

and so they're distracting with loretta and joy and tobert and getting the trio angry at each other and having cinda in the background, etc.

but yeah, ben's brother did it.

i'm sure in the final two eps, they will suspect tobert, and his name will be cleared bc ben's brother (yes, whose name i have forgotten--he hasn't been in an episode in like three or four episodes or something) will make an attempt on his life for some reason.

actually, i take it back. something will happen with loretta for that to happen for her instead, bc didn't he become loretta's agent and book her that show in LA and she bailed for this ridiculous [loving] musical?

so actually maybe he tries to kill oliver.

ANYWAY.

point being, it's been obvious, and the only reason i'm impatient is bc the fucking pig and video of him yelling in his dressing room are such obvious red herrings that they should've timed them better if they wanted them to drag out for this much of the season.

also to clarify i'm enjoying the show still, it's silly and fun, and i LOVE many of the characters. but the core murder mystery is uhhhhhh not a mystery. lol

reading up on autism to figure out what the fuck is going on with me and making a list of personal pros and cons to figure out whether i should feel good or bad about it. as one does

pros: hyperlexia, deeply compassionate, talent for mathematics and the sciences/can do calculations of reasonable complexity in my head, visual hypersensitivity/decent artistic ability when replicating from still life/good at distinguishing subtle colors, acute hearing/good at identifying distinct sounds and sonic textures/deeply moved by music, can rotate some shapes in my head really fast i guess

cons: people can tell something is "off" about me in a fraction of a second and will be anywhere from begrudgingly polite to overtly hostile about it, terminal "not like other girls" disease/feeling of disconnect with existing in a feminine body, can pace for hours on end until my legs hurt, frequent crying & shutdowns, talk about myself and my interests extensively and can't seem to find a way to stop or better relate to others outside of mirroring them, productive work that actually *utilizes* my talents seems to only happen in increasingly infrequent bursts of hyperfocus, recurring identity issues stemming from a fundamental feeling of being born wrong and belonging nowhere, visceral hypersensitivity means i'm in pain from the normal functioning of my own organs for most of the day, people have compared me to sheldon cooper and elon musk, i am constantly begging for the sweet release of death,

Being a system host with alters/headmates that are of entirely different genders and sexualities than you are is so hard,especially when I'm co-fronting or dealing with the aftermath of them trying to change our body or saying we're *insert x identity here* because I have to explain that to other people who're confused about it. :((((

And don't even get me started on all the other ways we all differ...it's a huge handful to deal with.

Lucket - Burning daylight by Mia Nicolai & Dion Cooper

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Gw2 Huevember Week 4

I've been thinking a lot about Laurence and his past recently, and this cool color-scheme really went with the feeling.

Though he later found ways to escape it, there was an incredibly tight grip on his life. His purpose was to be perfect, be beautiful, be a shining jewel for the Bellamy family, not as an heir but as a trinket.

Me personally, I would really like if we’d get some firebrands as padawans content yk

Like just imagine them studying together and being cute :)

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‘enjoyer’ to me has two meanings. it either means you’re a “fake fan” who hasn’t actually properly read/watched/played the media for yourself and you don’t know that much about it but you like it on a surface level and that’s enough for you, or it means you have done the above but you refuse to participate in fandom culture online for it lest discourse and negativity end up ruining you and so you just enjoy it peacefully by yourself. i think this is an excellent term btw

yg has conditioned ot7 ikon to be a touring group so now even when they all left yg, all they (ikon & hanbin) do is tour and join various music festivals. like i know those guys would prefer inviting other artists to guest in their concert over inviting them for a quick tiktok challenge or something

in a race against my meds to type this out and make it halfway coherent, BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think I finally had a breakthrough with my fic, Getaway Car. Ever since I posed the last chapter [CH 10 In which Getaway Car is sent to print] I've felt utterly disappointed in myself. I feel like I gave in to the idea that I needed to wrap the fic up, because I'm being too much and it's too long to the point where nobody is going to want to read this nightmare fic. While I'm still ultimately fine with the chapter itself, I've been stuck with this feeling like there should have been more leading up to that chapter. Like. Something was distinctly missing. The thing being the filming of the "fade to black" section of the script, something that someone even noted in a comment after I had posted the original Ch 10.

A month or so ago, I came to the conclusion that my biggest problem with Getaway Car was that I stopped writing for myself, and that the original ending I had planned was no longer suiting the story I wanted to tell.

Since then, I've been thinking a lot about how I actually want the story to go. What would the most self-indulgent ending to this story be if I allowed myself?

From there, I've come to the idea that I'm going to basically...move what is now Chapter 10 to be Chapter 11, go back and write a chapter for the filming of the fade to black, maybe revise a bit of what becomes ch 11, and then continue on from there.

I started a brand new outline last week, and I think I'm finally in the genuine home-stretch with this story. I won't change anything on AO3 or FFN until I have things written, but...idk. I'm really hoping to have this all wrapped up by like...February, since that's the current swiftie clown theory (affectionate) of when Taylor's going to announce reuptation TV, and look. I will keep my word about finishing this story before Getaway Car TV is released (ง'̀v‘́)ง

currently having a queer identity crisis on this accursed holiday

Once Upon Some Bullshit... (Language! >:C) -cyoa teaser kinda

You had heard some of the horror stories surrounding this particular company before you’d ever considered applying for the job. It’s long, torrid history having been a major source for nightmarish urban legends and deeply covered true mysteries that decades later still sat around in the dusty cabinets of some forgotten small town police station as cold cases that would more than likely never be solved. It was no secret there was blood writing the history of Fredbear’s Family Diner. It was no secret that some of that blood was fresh. It was no secret that your blood was just as likely to end up as part of the next chapter. But with the economy how it was, stretching the last of your meager savings to make the bus ride out for your face to face interview,  you were more than willing to fill the need of some corporate bean counter that needed to put a live body in their recently vacated position of Daycare Assistant. With the ease of the meeting, and how fast they flew through a mountain of paperwork, it was easy to see they’d done this before. A lot. Waiver after waiver was placed in front of you, seeming to cover every possible accident that could happen in a daycare, from dealing with irate parents wanting to throw a punch (and learning if push came to shove you could swing back!), to collapsing playground equipment, choking hazards from food, drink or small toys, and a whole packet regarding injury or trauma, both physical and mental, that could happen from the human errors when interacting with the various animatronics. One for each model. The thinnest of these waivers had to be seven or eight pages long, mostly in fine print, and all ending with some variation of the concept of anything negative that happened would be your fault. That bit was… Concerning. Concerning but hey, even if you only lasted a week or two, the paychecks from here as a temp could float you for another two or three months to find a less… Well, you weren’t sure how bad working in the daycare would be, but if the turnaround was any indicator, you’d settle for a general ‘bad work environment’ for now. One last signature, and that was it. You were hired. Effective immediately. Oh boy.