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ikoarts · 3 months

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October 2022 Art (OC-tober)

All my drawings for OC-tober 2022! I did miss out Day 9 + Day 22, I think coz the prompts weren't specific to any of my OCs, but I was happy to get a unique OC drawn for 29 whole days! I'll list the prompts below too

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1, 2, 3 - 01-02-03/10/2022 : (The Care Taker ; The Crazy One ; The Guide)

Raven, Calypso, and Sean - Raven being something of a caretaker, caring for her little brothers, and even taking on her infant half siblings, she's very busy all of the time... Calypso, yeah hes just crazie. Sean I figured is a maths teacher, he probably teaches Noah, and is a mentor to him

4, 5, 6 - 04-05-06/10/2022 : (The Grump ; The Beauty ; The Evil One)

Ruben, Antonia, and Russula - Ruben is definitely grumpy, I think the only thing that could make him smile is if you present him with some nice cheeses, or do something really stupid :p Toni, ofc is beautiful, she takes a lot of pride in her appearance, oh the style!! i wanna be her!! Russula.. isnt "evil", not really, but shes a demon lady so thats as close as you'll get x

7, 8, 9 - 07-08-10/10/2022 : (The Pet Owner ; The Mechanic ; The Quiet One)

Wren, Delilah, and Jay - I like thinking Wren would, at some point, have a guide dog, though it's not really canon unfortunately. Delilah is one of my Ace Attorney OCs! The daughter of Ron & Desiree, she definitely has a knack for mechanics, even at such a young age. Jay is like the "fly on the wall" of the Maedas, so is Robin tbf, I think both of them sit in a corner and stare, but yeah totally quiet, unless he feels like being snarky, he just sits and is judgemental

10, 11, 12 - 11-12-13/10/2022 : (The Handsome One ; The Thief ; The Best Friends)

Copper, Angel, Blaire + Ginger - Copper is handsome!!! thats all really. Angel is another of my AA OCs, Delilah's grandma, actually, like Ron she's a thief, though it's more serious stuff, Angel might not even be her real name, who knows! Blaire and Ginger are beloved to me, best friends who found each other thru drag!

13, 14 - 14-15/10/2022 : (The Gun Lover ; The Cutie pie)

Richie and Robin - Richie isn't a "gun lover" exactly, only that he has a gun for an arm, sometimes, which he loves, but yea he might be a bit "and then i started blastin"... and Robin is a cutie pie! I've updated his design since this, but he's still cute <3

15, 16, 17 - 16-17-18/10/2022 : (Someone Else's OC (Mitzi from @creaturedrawz) ; The Helper ; The Nature Lover)

Mitzi, Susie, and Buttercup - i hadn't drawn Mitzi yet and i rly wanted to bc i love her... i need to draw for others more x ,, Susie, ofc is very helpful, super friendly and outgoing, and Buttercup is a farm boy, despite living in the city he still ofc has a huge love of nature

18, 19, 20 - 19-20-21/10/2022 : (The Father ; The Siblings ; The Girl Next Door)

Felix, Una + Zin, and Penny - Felix... ugh.. da dad evar... i love his swag ass gay boy style... Una n Zin, some of my IZ OCs, they're siblings, but, it's complicated, they consider each other siblings anyway thats all that matters, Una worries abt him a lot. PENNY, ms americas sweetheart that penny. she is battling demons in hell, with her boobs (gay)... she used to be human, but since fucking. dying. shes having a gradual transformation x

21, 22, 23 - 23-24-25/10/2022 : (The Gang Leader ; The Sad One ; The Gamer)

Caspian, Rushada, and Pumpkin - Caspian isn't a gang leader, but he would get wrapped up in gangs, but dont worry he turns it around <3 Rushada my beloved sadgirl.. again its funny to see her before i gave her a slight redesign, i liked her hands in this one tho. Pumpkin is a gamer, in his gamer zelda shirt and gamer cargo shorts, thats about it

24, 25, 26 - 26-27-28/10/2022 : (The Mother ; The Power Within ; The Lovers)

Alice, Lafayette, Gizmo + Jasmine - Alice <3 my scouse ma.. she kinda just is The mother of my ocs ig ,, Lafayette, i still haven't figured out anything too concrete about his lore, but the hidden power thing is something i feel fits him. Jasmine n Gizmo have been my standout married couple ocs for years now, i just never draw Gizmo LOL, so this is still the most recent thing of him... oops

27, 28, 29 - 29-30-31/10/2022 : (The Scientist ; The Marked One ; The Goddess)

Daffy, Luna, and Rosaline - Last stretch..... im getting tired of typing....... Daffy likes to picture himself as a mad scientist but hes just a dorky autistic dude accidentally making nuclear bombs in his bedroom lmfao. Luna i thought was obvious for the prompt, she's a zombie catgirl so shes just, parts. bits n pieces. Rosaline, again like Lafayette, i dont have much concrete about her, but being my 1 goddess oc it was pretty obvious she'd be the one i drew for the last day lol

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prismatica-the-strange · 8 months

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Absolute Corruption | A Bittersweet Reunion | I've Got No Excuse

Warnings: 18+ Show Typical Violence, blood, death, Mentions of suicide, ment. of attempted suicide, illness, drugs, angst

Ada has that victorian boy with tuberculosis swag about her.

So here's where things get a little funky. There are canon deviations and they will only get worse as the story goes on. I do not subscribe to the idea that seasons 3 & 4 exist, they will be removed entirely and a better story will take their place.

Word Count: 4k

Prev: Too Close to You

Next: Nothing More, Nothing Less

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If she's honest, she doesn't want to be here.

Playing dress up with her uncle.

But we've been here already.

Already been worn down by petty manipulations.

Already lamented her arrival in the Westworld park.

That was nearly seven years ago, and here she is again, this time at the behest of her aunt.

"You never leave the house anymore, so I pulled some strings and got you a small gig at that park you used to love. They're unveiling a new story or something."

She wished she was strong enough to strangle her, but, and she would never admit it, the mere thought of even getting a glimpse of him again makes her soft.

She groans through a laugh, the irony behind the circumstances of how she'd found herself in the underground labyrinth of service tunnels and workshops not lost on her.

Adeline Rooney had long since fallen in love with a robot. And half a decade after the last time she'd seen him, he still gave her butterflies.

After a wonderful set of, somewhat mournful songs, on her part, the gala had erupted into total chaos when one of the hosts shot and killed the park's founder, Robert Ford.

Somehow, and she's still not exactly sure how, she'd managed to get away. Maybe the hosts thought she wasn't worth the lead, or maybe they didn't even notice her at all. She'd gotten good at being invisible.

It's all a blur, the blood, the death, her uncle, getting down into the below area. All she knows is she hurts, but that's not anything new.

"You're supposed to love Isa-uh-Adeline!"

She perks up at the sound of her name being shouted down the hall.

"Not so much anymore."

She freezes at that voice.

"No! You're fucking programmed to have no love beyond Adeline!" The first voice shouts, "Adeline is written into the goddamn laws of your being!"

There's a thud and words too quiet for her to hear.

"Careful darling, he's fragile."

"When I awoke in the place where you play god, I realized Adeline was a lie." His voice is just loud enough to reach her, "Just words in my-"

"You know I can hear you talking about me," She calls out.

It's quiet for a moment, then there's a shuffling.

"No fucking way," A man comes into view past the crate next to her, wearing an old shirt and pants with suspenders, "You're supposed to be dead."

"Thanks, Huck Finn."

Hector and another woman walk close enough to see, and he looks like he's seeing a ghost.

You're dead. You're real. Are you real? You can't be real.

A million questions start to form in his head but the words that come out are, "You look like shit."

She winces at the bark of laughter that leaves her, looking at him through rose-tinted lenses, "Well, I'm glad to see you at least remember me, pretty boy."

He's right though, she does look like shit. Gaunt, pale, sunken eyes. Sickly.

She's looked like that for a while now, but it's as bad as it's ever been.

His face is hardened, jaw set, a look she's never been on the receiving end of. She doesn't enjoy it.

"So how does this work?" She asks, "You shoot me like the other guests, or am I left to wither away on my own time?"

Without a second thought, Hector pulls his pistol on her.

She doesn't seem frightened. In fact, she smiles softly up at him, "How poetic."

"We should bring her with us," The other man says, and all three of them look at him, "She has more experience in the park than I do."

Hector looks to the woman, putting his gun away when she nods.

The other man motions for her to get up, going so far as to offer a hand.

Instead, she reaches behind her and Hector goes back to gripping his gun.

"Calm down, Hero," She says, pulling something from partway behind the crate, "I'm not very mobile without these."

His eyes betray him at the pain-filled groan she makes as she pulls herself up on the crutches.

She looks smaller than he remembers. She looks like she would break at the faintest touch. So he doesn't touch her, walking ahead of the group.

"I'm Lee, Sizemore," The other man introduces himself as they walk, "Head of Narrative here."

She looks him over and scoffs, "Sure."

"Y'know, Addy, I've been interested in you for-" He stops when he notices she had a few steps back.

"Call me Addy again and I'll slit your fucking throat," She scowls.

She storms past him as best she can, knuckles alabaster white with how hard she grips her crutches.

"She's still a lie, Hector," The woman says.

Ada just rolls her eyes and taps behind her ear, tuning them out with music.

He glances back at her and it's obvious she isn't listening.

"All of it?"

"Yes, all of it. She used you for her own entertainment," She grabs his arm, "For her, it was all a game."

Memories cloud his mind, the look of her tear-stained face, the sound of her laugh, the feel of her breath on his skin. All of it.

"It doesn't feel like a lie," He looks at Maeve with pain in his eyes.

"That's because it wasn't," Lee says, stepping past Ada who is desperately trying not to hear them.

Maeve glares at him.

"What? We didn't give him those memories," He admits, "Her death, maybe. But everything else he experienced with her."

"Explain," Hector demands, "Why would you put her death in my head?"

Sizemore sighs, trying to find the words to explain his department's failures.

"Look, when you were put in rotation, your cornerstone was a woman named Isabella," He starts, "But a handful of years in, Adeline visited the park. That's when it started."

"I don't know how she did it, but that first visit changed things. When she came a second time it's like you remembered her. And then it's like you'd been waiting for her with every visit after. Like a lover that came and went as she pleased and you were always holding a candle for her."

He remembers lighting up when he saw her, falling immediately in love with her without reservation.

"She got her hooks so deep in your source code that she changed your cornerstone to loving her," Lee shakes his head, "And then, after the incident, no matter what we did, you would break your loop to go find her."

"Even some of the guests were confused. She'd played your storyline exclusively for nearly two years. When she disappeared people wondered why we got rid of her. They thought she was a host."

"We even hard reset you. Wiped you clean, and started from the ground up, and you still went looking for her," His look is almost bitter, "Eventually we rewrote the memory of that night again so you thought she died."

"That night?"

Lee glances back at Ada again, her eyes are glued to the floor, teeth clenched. Just as he opens his mouth to tell Hector what happened, gunshots echo from down the hallway.

Hector quickly ushers them behind one of the stacks of plastic crates, gun out.

An orange glow lights up the hall, and a man runs past them, screaming and on fire.

"She has a dragon," Hector breathes. He leads them back out and she sees Armistice holding a flamethrower.

"That's not from this park."

"Who's the girl?"

Ada nods with a small chuckle, "Some things just don't change."

"She's no one," Hector says.

"Ouch."

He swears she's purposely getting on his nerves.

"We've gotta run," Armistice says and they follow her to an elevator bay.

She has two techs tied up there, both of which seem familiar with the hosts guiding them.

Ada tries to stay to the side, reaching into an inner pocket of her cardigan. A gloved hand grabs her wrist before she can pull back and she looks up to meet Hector's warning look.

She slowly pulls out a small card tin with Van Gogh's Almond Blossoms embossed on it, eyebrows going up as a sign that she's obviously not that stupid.

His eyes watch her intensely as she opens it. Inside there are a few small rolls of paper and a pastel pink lighter.

"What is it?"

She puts one up to her lips.

"I dunno about you," She says through her teeth, pinching the paper between them, and lighting the other end. She takes a quick drag and holds it between her fingers, "But I don't plan on dying sober."

She puts the lighter back, closes the tin, and slides it back into her pocket.

One of the techs lets out a long breath when Armistice takes the grenade from beneath his chin and disarms it.

They untie them and get in the elevator.

"Are you smoking weed?" He asks, "I just sat with an explosive pinned to my chest for god knows how long, and you're smoking weed?"

She looks between him and the joint and shrugs, holding it out to him, "You wanna hit?"

"Sorry darling," Maeve interrupts when he reaches for it, "But we need these three sober."

"Screw that," Lee says, snatching it from her hands and taking a hit, coughing up the smoke, "What the fuck is that? It tastes like how week-old piss smells!"

"Yeah," She laughs, taking it back from him, "It really sucks."

"Ah," She takes another drag, "It works well though."

Hector glares at her when she offers it to him and she just shrugs.

There's a noticeable chill when they get topside, and they're greeted with pine trees.

It almost reminds her of home. Not the mansion her uncle kept her trapped in that, that no matter how crowded it is you still feel alone. No, it reminds her of the small house in the mountains, in the woods, with the field, and the pond, and the two apple trees out front.

The ground is uneven beneath them, and Sylvester stumbles on a root, cursing when he nearly goes down, but she seems to be at home here.

They walk for a few more hours until it's obvious that Ada is struggling.

They set up camp, and she all but collapses next to the fire. She's exhausted after spending the last twenty-something hours on her feet.

She lays on the ground, head on her arms, and falls asleep almost immediately.

She looks so adorable, cheek squished and lips parted, just like after the first time we- Hector can't keep his thoughts from her. It was all a lie.

Most of the night is uneventful. But then she starts coughing, choking on something in her sleep.

His back straightens when she sits up, worry flooding his veins against his will. The coughs get worse, wet. And eventually, she folds over her hand and hacks up whatever it is.

When she turns back there's blood dripping from her lips and chin into her open hand as she sucks in air.

"Jesus Christ," Felix looks at her in horror.

She just reaches into her cardigan pocket and pulls out a handful of Kleenex. She leans over and spits out another mouthful of blood before wiping her face clean.

"Does anyone have any water?" She croaks, looking up at her companions.

Hector tosses over a waterskin and she rinses her mouth out.

"What the hell was that?" Felix asks.

"Thanks," She hands the water back to Hector, giving him the nonchalant answer of, "It happens."

"The fuck it does not."

"It does to me."

She looks so ill when she lays back down like any life left in her had been coughed up with the blood.

It's against his better judgment, but the next day he stays close to her, it's like an instinct to stay within two steps of her.

She's slower than the day before, body still recovering from their previous trek.

When her crutch slips in a patch of loose dirt he's there to catch her. He's not as gentle as he used to be, catching under her arm to pull her back to her feet and letting go, but she's grateful all the same.

"So why did you stop coming to the park?" He asks out of nowhere, "Finally get bored of me?"

""Heh, no," She says with a small laugh, "No, my doctor's insisted."

"After what happened that last night, it wasn't safe for me to be out here."

"That last night," He repeats. No matter what he does, that memory is burned in his mind. Her convulsions and the feel of her life slipping through his fingers, "My recollection is a bit fuzzy."

"Oh, you know," She looks away and blinks back tears behind her glasses, "Just another normal day in the park until I had this bad, really bad, seizure."

"The medics here said I almost died," She wipes her nose on her shoulder, "I never did get to thank you for making sure that didn't happen."

His feet stop and he watches her walk ahead of him.

He saved her?

She was alive.

He kept her that way.

And they took that from him?

He can feel his hardened facade start to crack. The idea she hadn't wanted to leave him crumbling his resolve to hate her.

It's dark when it starts to snow, and he feels his chest warm when her face lights up. There's something so innocent about the way she smiles at the sky.

She reaches out, almost tripping over herself to catch a particularly big flake, a giggle of childlike wonder bubbling from her throat.

He's not well-versed in the cold, but the way her breath puffs from her pink nose is one of the most adorable things he's seen in years and makes the weather bearable.

"I haven't seen the snow in years," She hasn't smiled this much for just as long, "I missed it."

He can almost picture her curled up next to a window near a fireplace, wrapped in a thick blanket, watching the snowfall through frosted panes. The thought is cozy, like her.

"Yeah? Well, I'm fucking freezing," Sylvester snaps. It's not surprising. It's the wet kind of snow. The kind that soaks through your skin and freezes your bones, "We've been walking forever, where the hell are we?"

"North edge of the park, maybe three or four sectors East from the Homesteads?" Lee estimates, "We're near the Klondike narrative."

"That doesn't sound right."

"Oh," the group turns to Ada, "You know more about the park layout than I do now?"

"No, I just mean," She sighs, "If we were where you think we are that would be right, but this doesn't look like the Klondike narrative."

"What do you mean?"

"Look," Maeve points to a campfire a handful of yards away. Hector and Armistice take point, guns drawn as they approach.

"I'm pretty sure some of these trees aren't from North America."

He's about to argue when something catches his eye.

She starts to follow behind the rest of the group, an uneasy feeling washing over her.

"Maybe they're friendly," Hector jokes.

"If they aren't we'll kill them," Maeve says.

He hears Ada creep up closer behind him and glancing at her he can tell she's on edge.

No matter how long it's been, her heart still considers him her safe space. She knows the safest place to be in a fight is near him.

He takes a strange sense of pride from the fact she still comes to him for comfort.

"This feels wron-"

"We need to leave!" Sizemore yells, "We need to get the fuck out of here, right now!"

Maeve shushes him, but Ada takes another step towards her and Hector.

A man comes running at them from the woods, sword in his hand.

She shoves Maeve out of the way of his slash, crutch slipping in the snow, making her fall.

"What the hell is that?" Hector asks, stepping in front of her.

"Looks like a dead man to me," Armistice grins.

"You know the old saying about knives and gunfights?" Maeve asks, helping Ada to her feet. As soon as the words leave her lips a rope appears around her, Hector, and Armistice.

They tighten around them, making her drop Ada, and Hector to misfire.

The force of the second fall knocks something loose in her lungs and she can't hear what Maeve is saying over her own coughing.

The man replies in Japanese and sheaths his sword. He says something else, something about the 'lame one,' and one of his men moves to stab her.

"Waitwaitwaitwait!" She holds her hands up, "Uh..."

She stumbles clumsily through a sentence in Japanese, begging them not to kill her.

The man sighs, seeing at the way Hector looks at her as he struggles 'If you slow us down, you will die.'

The man above her puts his weapon away and hauls her to her feet.

They're each bound, arms behind their back.

"W-whoa, hey my body doesn't-!" She nearly bites through her lip to keep from crying out when they yank her arms back, a sickening pop coming from somewhere in her back.

Hector pulls at his own binds at the sound, but there's nothing he can do to help.

He walks slowly as they're marched toward their destination, keeping the pace from getting too fast for her as she struggles along. One particularly fumbled step nearly makes her fall, but she collides with his shoulder, trying to keep her upright.

The ronin seems to know what he's doing, jabbing at his back to speed him up, but all it does is piss him off more.

Around daybreak, Lee explains their predicament here in Shogunworld.

Ada looks like she's about to pass out and Hector steps closer to her, letting her lean on him if she needs. She takes his offer, head falling to his shoulder, a grateful noise coming from her throat.

She gasps, knees buckling when the man at the other end of her rope tugs, pulling her from him. Without her hands to catch her she hits the ground hard.

Hector spins around to spit at him, "This world will end badly, but I'll make sure your end is worse!"

He and Lee kneel down to help give her leverage as she tries to stand.

She leans against Hector again as their captors speak, breathing labored.

"Why didn't you just shoot me?" She wheezes and he's not sure if she's serious or if it was just a bad joke.

"You'll make it," He assures her, lips pressing against the top of her head, "I'll make sure of it."

By the time they make it to the village, her legs are numb and her spine is screaming. All of her nerves are on fire.

"My god," Armistice breathes, "It's us."

"Some head of Narrative you are," Ada laughs, wearied and light-headed.

"Hey! So the ribbing is the same? You try writing three hundred stories in three weeks!" Lee argues.

She doesn't even care when fighting breaks out, or that she's being used as a human meat shield, not with the way her knees are trembling beneath her.

When Hanaryo gives them the chance to escape and she's untied, she crumples to the ground.

Hector tries to help her up, but she just shakes her head, "Go. I'll be fine."

She jumps at the gunshot that echoes once they enter the building, her anxiety rising.

After a few minutes of quiet, she hears footsteps come toward her. She looks up to see Hector as he holds a hand out to her.

She takes it, but can't seem to pull herself off her knees, frustrated tears start to form in her eyes and she feels like she's about to completely lose it, "Fuck!"

He bends down and takes her in his arms, bridal carrying her inside. For a moment she feels like that eighteen-year-old girl crying on the floor of the inn at Story's End again.

She doesn't want him to let go when Maeve and Akane take her to get cleaned up.

They help her undress, sharing a look when they see the scars littering her body. They don't say anything as they help lower her into a bath, her body soaking in the warmth of the water.

"Hector seems to be falling into old habits with you," Maeve comments, now in her own tub.

Ada nods, hands shaking as she brings another joint to her lips.

"You haven't told him to do otherwise."

She knows what she's hinting at, and honestly doesn't have the mental strength or patience to deal with it.

"Why would I?" She asks, "He's a grown-ass man, he can do what he wants."

"As long as what he wants is you."

"As long as what he wants is what he wants."

"How did you get those scars?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because, darling, I need to know if I can trust you-"

"I tried to kill myself. Can we stop with the twenty questions now?" She doesn't let her answer, sinking down, submerging her head in the murky water.

Once she's deemed clean enough, Maeve helps her stand again.

Akane provides her with a dusty rose-colored kimono and as she's getting dressed Maeve comes up behind her.

"I shouldn't have pried," She says, "I apologize."

She's left alone in front of the mirror, running a comb through her damp hair. She flinches when her fingers graze the scar on her right temple, and her hand covers her eyes as she tries not to cry.

She takes a deep, shaky, breath and looks herself in the eye through the reflection, "Don't you cry. Don't you dare fucking cry, damnit!"

She takes a moment to pull the top of her hair back and tie it in a bun.

Hanaryo brings her her crutches and she's able to join the others in the main room.

Hector is so busy glaring at his Shogun doppelganger that he almost misses Ada sneak in. But once he sees her he can't stop seeing her.

It's like that first day at the Mariposa,.

"A vision," He murmurs to himself.

She sits against the wall near the sliding doors to the courtyard, as far from the center of attention as possible.

She scans the room, eyes catching his stare. She gives him a small smile, cheeks darkening.

It's too late.

It was too late the moment she smiled at him at gunpoint.

He was still so deeply in love with her it made him look stupid.

Maeve knows it too. She's known since since the same moment. That, through both their anger and pain, they were still unconditionally and irrevocably in love with each other, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Ada leans back against the wall, using it as support as they watch Sakura dance.

Her eyes keep flicking back to Hector, the way he's glaring at the man outside is making her want to climb in his lap, take his face in his hands, and kiss him until he's smiling.

She absentmindedly claps with the crowd when the dance ends, not really paying attention.

She watches as he stands, walking in Maeve and Lee's direction.

"You know who I don't trust?" He asks quietly, motioning to Musashi with his chin, "Him."

"Just say the word and I'll skin him like a rabbit."

She holds back a laugh and Maeve looks at him, shocked, "What's the matter with you?"

It's not what he wants to hear and he stands up, a look of annoyance on his face. He stands by the doorway, hands behind his back.

He's so close to her, but still out of reach.

As if he can sense her yearning, he steps closer, eyes not leaving the target of his paranoia until he's right in front of her, kneeling down.

"How are you doing? Better?"

She gives him a weak smile, hand reaching up to adjust a stray black hair that had fallen loose, "You look handsome like this."

The corners of his lips twitch upwards, her fingers tracing ghost-like down his cheek, his voice low, "I shouldn't still feel like this."

Her face falls and she pulls away.

"What's wrong, amor?"

She shakes her head, head turned down, refusing to meet his gaze.

His finger curls beneath her chin, forcing her to look at him, and the dam breaks. Fat, wet tears roll down her cheeks as her breath hitches.

As hard as she tries, she can't stop them, "I can't do this again."

He holds her face, wiping them away, trying his best to quietly calm her.

"It's not fair to you," She holds his wrist, "Hector."

"I'm here."

"I'm dying."

#Hector Escaton #westworld #prisma self ships #Absolute corruption #prisma writes #hector escaton x oc #self ship story #self ship writing #self shipping

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ballpit-bakery · 1 year

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shout out to minimum wage workers that get possessed gotta be one of my favorite genders

Characters in order: Candie (@idiot-mage-cloudie),K.K (@labratgurlz ), Daniel ( @welpimspooky), William, Ronnie ( @mordi-mord ) and OWO ( @you4-l0cal-1d10t-ar1 ) (hope y'all don't mind the tags lol)

Individual photos + costume info under cut

Candie:

I heard the sentence “sleep deprived moth” and went feral. They deserve a nap and a cozy robe modeled like a moth. They go “snoooreee mimimimi snoooreeee mimimimi” and hold a candle when something bumps in the night. also I saw the white eyeliner and was like mhm yes.

K.K:

Cringe culture is dead and so are they. No idea what eye color they had so I just reversed the 3d glasses colors. Saw that the collar of their jacket was popped up so I did that as well. Also nonbiney swag alert

Daniel:

His bio says that his possession kinda fucked with his aging so I combined the features of an old man and a young adult and we get a 40 year old. Very tired. Accidentally made him extremely short for some reason,,, so whoops. He’s also the most classic edl out of the bunch bc he reads like a 3ds mii (because he’s an old man get it)

William:

He’s not old enough to work in a factory so he gets to work at a diner. He can not escape the diner no matter what universe he’s in.

Ronnie:

He reads to me like he’d like Garfield and jingle about like a fool. I was mainly inspired by the April Fools parody drawing that Mordi did of him. also anytime I drew him in my sketchbook I gave him finger guns so that should mean something right.

OwO:

No idea what color their fur was so I improvised. Also!!! Small!!! You can pick them up by the hood like a kitten!!!! Precious thing!!!!!! They are the void that stares back!!!!!!

#SUPRISE EDL ENJOYERS YALL EATING GOOD TONIGHT #gonna give them all a lil kiss (except will he doesn't deserve it)#others ocs #art for others #oc art #miitopia #ex dark lord #william sugarpine (oc)#digital art #miitopia art

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Today's victim is...

Sydney Askrill!

Love 'em, hate 'em, nobody can deny the good they've done for the wasteland. They're an incredibly good person, to the point where one of their nicknames is "The Angel of the Wastes." However, they're incredibly snappy, defensive, and angry. Even though they're like this and seem like they sincerely hate people, they help almost everyone in need of help that they meet.

Swag.

They grew up in homey homey Vault 101. They didn't really like anyone there either. Their dad, his assistant Jonah, and their friend Amata were basically the only exceptions. They REALLY didn't like this one kid, Butch. The two of them had to be dragged away from each other multiple times.

Oh damn. 19th birthday, Amata woke them up in a panic and gave them a pistol because their dad left and Jonah got dead. Sydney managed to wiggle out of the Vault, and hooh boy.

Time to find dear old dad.

First stop: Megaton. He had JUST left. Sydney learns they were born outside the Vault. And then accidentally gets the mayor sheriff killed. They then skedaddle.

Second Stop: Galaxy News Radio. They kill a Super Mutant Behemoth with the Brotherhood of Steel! The radio host, Three Dog, asks them to fix a tower before he'll tell them where their dad went. They do so, find out he just left for Rivet City.

So they go to Rivet City! He's not there either. He had just left. Again. To a random mechanic shop in the middle of nowhere? They get there, and oh no! He's trapped in a...

SIMULATION!!!

They end up taking everybody but themself, their dad, and the Overseer out to get their dad out. It was either that or everybody continued suffering for who knows how long! They don't like it either.

Anyways, Woohoo! They have their dad back! And they get to work with him to get the people clean water?! Dream come true!

Until he sacrificed himself in front of Sydney so the Enclave wouldn't get Project Purity. Damnit. And the Enclave guy in charge lived, too.

So Sydney was convinced he murdered their dad.

Anyways, they escort the other scientists to the Brotherhood's HQ, being sent to get something called a G.E.C.K. They get beef with a child and a Super Mutant friend during that! And then they get kidnapped. By the Enclave.

Raven Rock fucking sucked. Sydney has more issues from it than they were dragged in with. But they got the G.E.C.K, bullied the Enclave's president into shutting down (he was a robot) and escaped with severe claustrophobia and the G.E.C.K! Yahoo!

They went back to Project Purity and did a dumb thing right after killing Colonel Autumn, their dad's murderer. They went into the rad-filled chamber to activate the whole thing. With Fawkes next to them. You know, the guy immune to radiation.

Boom! Awake again! They were out for 2 whole weeks?! No matter. They take out the Enclave. Easy Peasy.

They get a sword and pure white Power Armor! From a pre-war military training simulation! For some reason, the Brotherhood Outcasts tried to kill them.. But they skedaddled.

They got abducted by aliens. And then hijacked their ship?! And got a bunch of cool guns.. and a medic friend.. Cool!

The Pitt. They kidnapped a baby to save dozens of people. The baby is in good health, by the way!

And Point Lookout. They had a dream they got bullied by a Vault Boy bobblehead while trying to follow their dad through a swamp. All because they ate a fruit to infiltrate a group to help a ghoul kill a brain in a jar.

After that, they decided to swear off boats for good.

Never touching a boat again. It was misery.

#yappost #oc #my ocs are unwell

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Name your top 5 current brainrot go!

ough that’s a hard one,,, but if I can only choose 5, then… pfft

I guess the first one has to be the Catfish show that plays in the work break room. That show is SO interesting it scratches my brain. Like just the way Nev does his investigations make me soo excited to see what happens next!!!!

The second one has to be that t mobile ad that has a singing wall plug socket singing about how it misses when you needed to charge your phone, but specifically in the same style singers sing about their exes. What IS that and why is it actually a better love story than most Christmas movie plots????? Forbidden romance because the battery is so long lasting… dare I say… my immortal. /ref

Third has to be this one Dazai cosplayer I keep running into while I’m at work 😭 I ran into them again today and they just kind of gave me finger guns while going “Merry Christmas, Miss Panda!” Which was really cute. /lh

The fourth has to be the Immortalpheus AU, specifically the COA cycle… it kind of just circles my brain. Screenwriter and Senior Assistant have such a nice relationship together they so friend coded!!! Shout out to Mister Fancy Dress Up as well, he also just circles my brain. Scholastic you don’t need to dress up for prom my guy!! You’re going to die and you don’t even get to keep your swag 😔

The fifth and final one is a toss up between the Godzilla Analogy Horror Series and the Children Beneath the House Analogy Horror series… but analogy horror series in GENERAL always take up space in my brain for how creative and scary they are,,,,

#( special mention to Sam and my wife 🫶🏼 they’re always on my mind /lh )#( there’s far too much for me to say about those two so I say only this: the love of my life and the one who subjects me to the horrors. 💕 )

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jabbage · 5 months

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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dragonofeternal · 1 year

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Now that we've finished '98, we've started catching up on Stampede! It's absolutely gorgeous, both from a modeling standpoint and the cinematography... The writing and pacing are uh. Kind of oof tho. We just finished ep 4, and like. Yeah I know it's only going to be 12 eps, but I feel like it's been way too trigger happy with the deaths (We need to see Vash win before we can be crushed by watching him lose!!!) and that Robert de Niro needs to stop beating me over the head with exposition. We're big kids, we can understand the plot without you spelling out how Wolfwood's cross being a gun is like woooow what an ironic contrast~

I'm loving the absolute they/them swag they gave Zazie the Beast tho hot damn. Good shit.

#Trigun #trigun stampede #trigun stampede spoilers #(ish)

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the-unicorn-system · 1 year

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I feel like this is important to say regarding the current @autismswagsummit situation. (also tagging @autismswagreblogs)

From what we're aware of, two of the current Semifinalists (Donnie and Mob) have been accused of voter fraud. The poll runner responded to a few different asks about it, before coming to this decision;

There is no reason to accuse voter fraud if it's false, or to partake in it if it's true. Guys, this is a friendly competition, composed of characters we feel are portrayed well with autism, or we headcanon has autism. This isn't a battle to determine which fandom gets to see more of the source the character comes from. It doesn't mean the end of Rise or Mob Psycho or Undertale or Sonic. It just means those characters gave it their all. Like, jesus christ, all four of these guys made it to the Semifinals! That should be a celebration of itself, that your favorite character made it past all the others. It's good on op, making this decision. No matter what happens, a character will lose, and if we keep making empty accusations, then there's no winning for either Mob or Donnie. They will both be disqualified and, if op ever decides to host a second autism swag summit, i doubt either of them will make a return. Not only because of the allegations and toxicity from both fandoms but also because this has most likely put a ton of stress on op.

as not only rise fans, but as a system with a lot of rise-sourced alters, we are very disappointed in this fandom for immediately jumping the gun without proof. yes, it is suspicious, but to be shouting things without proof makes you seem like a sore loser and we haven't even lost yet. We are also disappointed that everyone immediately decided that if Mob is cheating we might as well too.

Don't fight fire with fire. If one side is cheating, let your side remain pure. If you lose, at least you lose knowing you gave it your all without being the same people the other team is. If you win without cheating, then, genuinely, we're proud of you, and best of luck in the finals.

But we need to address this.

Rise fans, winning won't give you a season 3.

Mob fans, winning won't give you a season 4.

Winning this is just for fun. It will do nothing to bring those medias back. Maybe it will, someday, but not with this competition. Yes, the reach os spreading to other people because of this competition! but thats not because you're winning, its because op, who designed this event, and let your character in because people wanted to see them.

Fight fair. Fight respectfully. Treat op the respect they deserve, too, because goddamn do they deserve it for putting up with this shit today. And no matter how this ends, whichever team loses should shake hands with the other and say, "we did our best, and so did you. now good luck in the finals, i wish you best of luck."

#woomy post #autismswagsummit #donniesweep #mobsweep #autismsummit2023 #stray post #leo post #star post #hornet post #cherry post #lego post

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Headcanon day 007 fest 2022

1. Porting Doom

When life gets a bit too serious, or you find yourself fixing your double-o’s broken equipment again for the 489th time that week. You will discover Q, porting the videogame “Doom” (1993) onto anything he could get his hands on. It has been a fascination of his just where Doom porting’s limits are after scouring Reddit one day and seeing that someone had managed to port Doom onto a pregnancy test. So he started doing it as well. At first, it was the Q-branch microwave (which would explain why the minions are around it all the time even though they weren’t nuking their food, but M doesn’t know this). Then it was the palm print sensor on the Walther PPK, which took him longer than he would like to admit. Since then, he did it on everything that has some sort of display in them, for example, the Q-dar, even the exploding watch had a secret Doom option (too bad that’s gone).

What? How else are you going to pass the time when you are waiting for things to be 3D printed?

Oh, and Boris does this too, just with Tetris.

2. Drift king

Bond got a reputation for being some sort of drift king in Mi6 after a mission in Japan, resulting in him crashing his Aston Martin after losing a race with some kid on some mountain (it was the 90s, and Bond wasn’t really known for his cool-headedness). And it wasn’t a race really, he was just ticked off by the kid’s sick drifting skills and loud techno music and decided to chase after the kid.

After losing he asked the kid if he could teach him, but the kid refused, saying he has to sleep for school tomorrow. However, after persistent pestering and bordering harassment, the kid caved, gave him two tips and left. Bond tried them out, basically camping at the mountain’s parking lot every day so he could practice, especially those quintuple hairpin curves. Eventually, with months of practice, he finally managed to get to the level of proficiency he wanted. And he did find the skill useful in chasing down criminals in, for example, alleyways.

He gave Q a ride once but had a run-in with an Interpol fugitive. Which cured Q of his fear of flying but gave him an even bigger fear of riding in Bond’s car.

(Definitely did not come up with this after seeing the terrible car chase scene in GoldenEye)

3. Every Villain Needs a Good Entrance Song (scav hunt no. 4)

We all know that every good old-fashioned villain needs good entrance music, or how else are we going to let them go down in history? Of course, these songs would need a large amount of swag to carry, so when you imagine them entering, just imagine that they are David Bowie in Labyrinth or something.

Starting with good old Janus, the one who didn’t die, Alec Trevelyan. With his grudge toward the UK, it would only be appropriate to have his entrance song be UK-specific. With that said, his song of choice would be “Anarchy in The UK” by the Sex Pistols, accompanied by a swagtastic entrance, all guns blazing and a confused, honestly kind of frightened Bond by his big-dick energy.

Le Chiffre was the guy with class, calm and collected and richer than nations, so his brand of swag was just that, class. Entering the casino from the valley of kings and the shadow of men who sold their lives to a dream, his song is “Glitter And Gold” by Barns Courtney, flashy, dazzling, only appropriate to the villain of Casino Royale.

Raoul Silva, momma’s boy; the rat that eats other rats. “Mama” by My Chemical Romance (I know I’m emo) could express his wrath towards M, screaming about bringing her to hell with him and how they are all damned. A song that is significantly different from the others on this list so far, but since he technically already has an entrance song in the movie, I thought: what the hell.

Since Blofeld’s schemes mainly centered around surveillance and keeping his eye on everything, the song “Evil Eye” by Franz Ferdinand is kind of just that. It’s pretty self-explanatory, just people wanting his network and power.

Safin is by far the hardest to come up with, his motives have been always kind of unclear. So I thought, as a joke, that “CAT GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE!” by CORPSE was appropriate, because of his weird obsession with Madeleine.

Yeah, that’s it.

#Crack headcanons #james bond #Q #Blofeld #Silva #Le Chiffre #Safin #Alec Trevelyan #007 fest 2022 #teamqbranch #Boris Grishenko

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unproduciblesmackdown · 1 year

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"was anyone at lackadaisy aggrieving Mordecai with the style and variety that the Savoys bring" idk nobody tried to carve him (they probably valued their lives more) but Mitzi and Rocky sure did seem to have their fun, at least out of the main story lol

Oh and the rat that gave him a cracker

it's sure something how like, mordecai's autistic swag is what seems to override how people interact with him rather than that everyone's just intimidated by his [but he's just so good at it] Kills You job lol

and of course it's like, tone & style, the murdering going on isn't like getting the focus for like realistic(tm) [The Horrors], and in the world of bonus / outside canon material, there's a lot of variety / A Range from "could be canon" / canonesque style & tone, to Clearly Couldn't Be, and usually a yet lighter tone / more centered around humor for the Standalone idea therein....

the Just Run With It [what if] jokes of rocky & mordecai interacting completely in earnest / embracing that premise is a lot of fun lol, with the obvious juxtaposition but also the potential flexibility when you're both particularly seen as [Guy Who I Guess Won't Just Be More Normal] and, in turn, are used to having to roll with everyone else just being some kind of way at you. i.e. less likely to mind "this guy is weird???" like, well what else is new when you're an especial odd one out even amongst a lot of idiosyncrasy, thank god. the potential refreshment of any exchange that goes beyond "the best you can get from this person is their 'humoring' you"

on that note, maybe mitzi & mordecai's dynamic is less promising lol....again like, can't take bonus material quite as [Consider It Canon], and it's nothing new for it to be like, aw maybe these two don't get along lol, like, even In Canon, how many pairs of [any two given people] are on heartwarmingly perfect terms right now....but it's sure like, maybe here is a case of "At Best: [this person "at best: this person 'humors' you" lol in the style of mitzi having to roll with any lackadaisy associate's Whole Deal. and, speaking of "people who have to roll with anyone's whole deal," that potential like.......entire Dynamic Type of "someone whose Peculiarity is resented / taken as an imposition / taken as hostility" vs "someone who isn't able to access [outright aggression] as a mode of social power & has to finesse things, especially with more deniability about in fact actively steering towards any goals" wherein it's like. someone (autistically): just standing here. someone (allistically): so it's like that, huh? two can play at that game (cocks gun). like i do wanna see a mordecai & mitzi shopping trip montage set to an anachronistic bop. mordecai Was just minding his own business, then annoyed at an interruption to take 90 pics while going What's Up Nerd, then it's like [having the social savvy to actually take any notice of how someone specific operates? you Could use this to Not torment them on purpose. Orrrr....] like. he was just sitting here lol. nobody's having a good time....interpreting someone's "impersonable" demeanor as like, a deliberate act of passive aggressive hostility, and Getting Revenge on them for either doing nothing, perhaps even trying to be friendly (this applied more generally than, like, this particular character lol), perhaps god forbid indeed ever being in a bad mood or reacting negatively to something....

truly though their limited canon Lore is straightforwardly more fun to me in its entirety....mitzi's "why do you always have to do things the creepy way" is like, the most she says that expresses an implicit more overall / preexisting negative judgment, and naturally this just after he's startled her by lurking in the back of a car for a spontaneous secret tête-à-tête, so. and him shrugging off her smacking him upside the head for as much; off to a relatively okay start, really. and besides that, they have their surprisingly Totally Okay conversation, even if it sours a bit in the end. it's beautiful to me that they have their Murder Mystery Secret, and chat around it, and i am still so intrigued and rotating it intently, What's Going On In Here....in canon, i do think this Shared Emotional Connection to atlas is what Mostly defines their relationship for the both of them, even beyond some more strictly practical "well, we both share the Interest of knowing, and wanting to keep, this secret," and certainly beyond how they might feel about each other independently of this....and we also get instances of their both talking About the other, without that other's presence, where they could go off about any Contempt or Dislike they have, but don't: mitzi talking to atlas('s portrait) about that wayward golden boy of yours; mordecai talking to gracie about having "very little interest in defending" mitzi, no she didn't take up with him instead, but: his understanding that she didn't shoot anyone & wasn't even living with [atlas] at the time....there seems to be Enough patience for each other, and a lot less genuine animosity than would be expected if they were simply now [professional rivals who also hated each other when they weren't even that], and if anything, mordecai's probably less hostile than mitzi thinks, and i would be Unsurprised if [whatever the "reassurance that it's still my fault" refers to] is less her fault than either of them think

it's also sure like, even when people Are intimidated they won't stop razzing him. there's asa going "you're terrifying" while mordecai is Literally Just Sitting There probably somewhat displeased about being dragged to brunch regarding lackadaisy business. there's bobby arbogast and the "softspoken and positively machiavellian. it was a no holds barred situation when he had viktor and the other one along. :c" apparent [you're terrifying] assessment of mordecai....extending to how he doesn't seem to find it at all surprising that at one point people wanted to kill mordecai, and that lack of surprise is based on knowing Mordecai's Personality lol rather than like. theories about anything he particularly Did, rather than [surely had everyone around him come to Dislike him]. my god the Autistic Character alert going off at "it wouldn't surprise me to learn that, left to his own agencies, he'd brought his troubles on himself. for all his qualifications with books and odds and percentages and what...he'd always been about as personable as a bespectacled barbed wire post, and likely tallied up more enemies than friends." like truly i can toss out some [They Wanted Him Dead b/c embezzling??] theory but it's also like, truly he might've done everything right, literally on paper, and gotten caught up in like, someone's just annoyed with him, someone needs a fall guy and it's like well i hate that one kid. that now this one guy is like "yeah he's unlikable so i don't need to know anything else to just go 'sounds about right' at him being beat up & fleeing for his life"

followed up by some Incredibly Noted remarks re: some historical perspectives on the idea of disability....like bobby where are you hearing rumors about "Why's Mordecai Like That(tm): imagined origin stories" lol but like. i don't know a ton here but i think at that time it could be like "oh yeah some physical damage to the brain will make people Personality Weird & Bad, sooo" like just Speculating about him being shot or something or other, when nothing much otherwise indicates there's actually any truth to mordecai having a "wonky streak" because of some particular injurious event. this also being like, perhaps the one case that maybe someone Is too intimidated to give mordecai shit lol, though yknow, maybe that's also personality + mordecai is Only Around the arbogasts when it's No Holds Barred situations....that is, bobby saying "i never had the gall to ask him myself if that was true." while it's also probably indeed just extra difficult to go up to someone and ask them like "hey i've heard there's some head trauma in your past that explains what's so wrong with you. is that true" like. that can only go badly

there was also certainly no language like "autistic," and it sure might be the case that [piece of cranial metal that's not supposed to be there???] is like, adjacent to "i'm pathologizing it btw: this person is not neurotypical"....uncomfortably looked up the history of lobotomies, that would exist within the decade & was based on [doing surgery on the brain for Psychology Reasons(tm)] already around 1890, so....certainly a current context for [trauma to the brain. accidental or inflicted] as per "creating" or "fixing" someone just vaguely taken as like, well they are crazy(tm) then. tooth and nail creating Language around non pathologized perspectives & understandings re: disability even Now, so, yknow, nigh a hundred years ago, can presume some rando isn't bringing the most nuanced, respectful perspective, but this sure is like....a comment that is framing an understanding of mordecai as Disabled. though it's then also like "and that's why he's so good at killing people, i guess" but, again, it's a pathologizing, [so of course people would want him dead] kind of perspective in the first place

and then fascinating to have that Segue into talking about viktor, in a "i guess they're both kind of weird in a disabled way" type of comment, touching on Shell Shocked as like, what's pointed out to be sort of a vintage Formal Diagnosis for what would evolve into the formal diagnosis of ptsd, and indeed still like [seeing Combat in the Military] as like, understood as what's "real," definitive ptsd....sure not being in wwi & Not being affected, we can presume....these two being thrown together like "okay now go in there & kill everyone & try not to get killed yourselves, boys" like, very chill, after getting hold of both these people because they just found themselves in a hell of a life and death situation, and atlas pulled them out of the dire results....wherein you end up with a duo that can deal just fine with the other party being "weird" and they're out here ultimately operating on this life and death (making sure neither of them die) basis. mordecai Reasoning with viktor to retire before he left....

anyways i'm really just going on a tangent. rocky and mordecai's canon interaction is also great....reminds me of going through all the extra material for possible murder mystery clues and going like, ah, proto panel that did get used but also changed a bit

the tragedy....like you Know that, generally, rocky might be hyped to get comments on his fancy tie like, :( did No one notice my monogrammed accessories....and mordecai from across the room like "i noticed." pause, then exits.

and then there's mitzi like aware of rocky entirely (or. mostly) inadvertently having people punching and shooting and rampaging and etc like, no please don't go try to bother mordecai on purpose....lose/lose/lose for everyone for sure. but it's also a funny idea, and mordecai would probably Not really bother to kill anyone about rocky's own brand of "hmm why can't this guy Just Be Normal(tm)" or anything.

which, also, of course also have to shout out that immediately preceding [R is for Ridiculous] moment where rocky and mordecai apparently know Of each other lol. truly like guess they wouldn't have much cause to have interacted previously, especially as "surely Actually Being In The Speakeasy was one of the least relevant arenas for mordecai's bookkeeping or killing work for lackadaisy" and it being all the less relevant to anything mordecai would seek out like, personally / recreationally. and if he Is around there, when's he liable to be chatting with any/all band members....meanwhile what Stories about mordecai is rocky hearing? a) probably ones where he does hear mordecai's name, the choice to up and call him Ol Serious Face as a greeting is probably not immediately endearing, classic [rocky] style, and b) also probably just ones where people talk about how he's weird & that's funny or resented, maybe. maybe it's telling tales about his exploits (violent. probably) with viktor....but those goings on probably more discreet and removed from [stuff actually happening at the speakeasy]. and all this coming back around like aha perfect conclusion to tl;dr, mordecai may be on his 9000th intimidatingly efficient murder of the day, but everyone's like "his personality & everyday behavior & bearing are really weird. i want him dead" and just giving him shit about That based on That feeling. lol.

the savoys seeming at all Intrigued in an [actively engaging with him and not just giving him shit] may not really be different Enough, but. anything's possible lol, this triumvirate over here of all them of wild cards and elevated and "you know how it is. just doing your damn thing"....one might have hope that this could mean transcending "temporarily / begrudgingly humor this person At Best, sometimes"....they're already like "yeah i know gender isn't real" like great candidates for knowing neurotypicality isn't real also, or any other constructs of the Normality(tm) genre

#another classic genre: being sent an ask and just proceeding to say any damn thing #it's not Not on topic. ish. lol. just get Inspired. say some things. don't read it if you don't want to / give it a skim; go ''?''; move on #kinda decidedly medium length as things go around here but i'll give it that #long post /////#what's the quote like #i love it when the [bookkeeping work] gets [unceremoniously crashed] & the gay [asexual jewish autistic hired gun] gets mean #going like oh mein gott anytime i remember serafine up & carved a sigil onto mordecai's chest as he determined picks (not this) battle :0 #oh and the rat friend lmao. the concept/art of horatio feeding some rats is so enduring....yet mordecai would be Number One Hated That

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HARVEY. MWAH (and if Harvey is taken,,, jon scarecrow)

wahoo i am doing both ily <3

harvey:

favorite thing about them: his transgender swag and also the way people keep drawing him uh. Like That on this site... dont stop but also oh my god i cant handle that

least favorite thing about them: what he did to renee

favorite line: good old bruce... you never gave up on me!!!! or however it went

brOTP: shout out to sugar for having the weirdest humanities roommate/friend ever while she was living out her physics phd girl dream!!!

OTP: bruharvey :')

nOTP: harvim (work it out)

random headcanon: looks like his mum

unpopular opinion: hes hot

song i associate with them: crushed out on soda beach!!!!

favorite picture of them: header <3

jon:

favorite thing about them: HIS AESTHETIC as a halloween lover i am ENAMOURED by his commitment to the bit and to the aesthetic i bow down to a KING in that regard

least favorite thing about them: his character in batman begins i think it's fun if you want to watch a gay bitch bully rachel dawes but not if you want to see scarecrow

favorite line: uhhhmmm boo ima scary spooky im sorry i dont know any of his lines off by heart im SORRY i really am

brOTP: jervis

OTP: i genuinely think twocrow can be fun if you approach it as incredibly messed up on both ends

nOTP: scriddler

random headcanon: HES TRANS going off of a wiki i read ages ago he made his public debut as a man at the prom where he killed someone

unpopular opinion: i do not like the d*rk squad as a trio i think jon and jervis make sense but eddie wouldn't mesh im sorry

song i associate with them: toxic lol

favorite picture of them:

ID: picture of scarecrow from batman reanimated holding a gun. his face is partly in shadow and his eyes look like they're glowing. his mask has exposed teeth like a skull /end ID

hes a creepypasta <3

#gun cw

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tinandabin · 2 years

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Her Cosmo Heart

Chapter one: I regret nothing.

( where I found this picture- )

( sorry, couldn't find the exact picture. )

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"I am packing my crayons and LEAVING." you declared because you have taken enough shit from this cruel world.

Like dude, have YOU seen how many people died in the kimetsu no yaiba manga? The fucking final battle? That is bullshit. They can't just die like that.

And the way they died. You have had enough. Today is the day.

The day you finally grow the balls to perform a ritual and go into the demon slayer world and try to change the plot. Keyword: try.

"Why are you...collecting candles? And is that water with red paint-"

Questions, questions, questions! All they ask are questions! Never did they support you throughout your rituals!

"No. That's the blood of those who I have sacrificed up until now." You said in all seriousness.

"And who are they? You didn't invite me to help you out? (Name) I feel so betrayed.." Defeated, mumbled out your ride or die gal. Also your roommate. Your sauce to your French fries. Your helium to your balloon.

By the way, she is also the wax that drips down the candle onto the birthday cake. The overfilled glass of water. A spam email. A lego. An itchy sweater.

"I didn't invite you so you could bail me out of jail if I do get arrested." You said with a smug smirk on your face. Smuglier than the smuggest smirkier smirk ever. I promise.

"By the way, pack your crayons. We are leaving for the demon slayer world." You announced. Ready to make a demon eat the goddamn crayons. You bet they don't taste good. Or do they? Find out in the next episode of dragon ball Z!

"This is why I don't socialise." Your roommate whispered.

C'mon now you are not that bad. I mean, one can try to yeet themselves in the demon slayer universe-

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"What the fuck are you doing awake at 2 AM with a candle in front of a window- "

Why does everyone have to disturb you when you're in the middle of something important.

"SHHH! I am trying to open a portal to another world." Concentrating your eyes on the window while mumbling out some phrases which are probably used to exorcise demons you blew out the candle.

"100 times a therapist was needed." Your roommate Ollie mumbled. She isn't wrong.

"I thought you were joking. Never knew you were this crazy. Why the hell do you even wanna go to the demon slayer universe?" Ollie questioned, with her eyebrow quirked up.

"Because why be full of student debt when you can be full of love and anime." I mean, are you wrong tho?

Sighing, Ollie was about to leave the room when you stopped her, your voice very serious. As if you are about to ask her if she ate the last banana.

"Did you pack your crayons?"

"(Name) do you really think this ritual will work?"

"I mean the window all of a sudden looks like a puddle, so.."

"Let me pack my crayons."

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"Are we all set?" Checking the things you gave grabbed up until now, you asked your roommate.

"I think. We have our phones. Solar chargers. Lots of pens and pencils, eraser, sharpeners. Tons of markers, a few notebooks. Water, 2 bags of snacks which would probably expire before we can finish eating them." Ollie said, once again double-checking the things.

"We have the colour blind glasses, right?"

Your roommate, Ollie hummed. Probably a yes because you are holding the glasses in your hands.

"Uhhh, did you pack our toothbrushes and pads..?" Eyebrows furrowed, Ollie inquired.

"Probably. I also have packed some weapons like guns with extra ammo. Knives, swords, whatever. I think I also fitted a flamethrower somewhere there." Not so confidently you said but swagever. Your swag will save you. Hopefully.

"Good good. I hope you packed clothes. And money. Now c'mon barbie let's go party!"

Jumping through that puddle-ass thingy was no pleasant experience. Like it was like you are swimming when satan out of nowhere started caressing your toes while seaweed wraps around your feet forcing you down and then a whale swallows you-

"(Name). Don't die now. Please. THERE'S A DEMON'S DROOL DRIPPING ON YOU, WAKE UP." Trying to wake you up politely is thrown out the window.

Groggily you open your eyes only to have drool drip into them. Wait, what dripped into them?

Drool.

Drool? What's that?

DROOL. OH DROOL. IN YOUR EYE. DROOL IN YOUR EYE? THAT'S NASTY.

Immediately rising up and also unintentionally head butting the demon even though your head hurts more, you hastily rub your eye.

Disgusting. Fucking disgusting.

Looking behind your shoulder you see a demon. The demon is hot. But its drool isn't.

"Aren't those the fucks from final selection?"

( where I found this picture- )

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YELLOW METAL - ZAYN

Posting the lyrics as a text post because it's much easier than screenshots and it helps with image ID as well.

ALL CREDITS GO TO @25Goldenn ON TWITTER.

(i'm only posting for my reference sake)

[after like the 10th minute, it’s me who has made an attempt to transcibe it]

0:46 - 1:00

And I thought right, it's all bark and no bite, I'm tony stark embarking on a dream, took a bit of time to take darkness from the team. Seen what I seen. Heart left on the sleeve. Tried to burn my wings, so I put them on a peice on my chest , at peace.

1:00

Flipped it on it's head. Gripped the script up now,flipped it don't you think. Fakers all around me, I've been living in pretense. Fake friends , won't make amends. There's no need for these mean comments to implore the scenes. Attentionseekers, the spine is weakened

1:15-1:24

What a family needs, and the planet bleeds, the damaged trees. It's never leaving to a real sense so fuck the fence, and until it starts peeling colour it's fuck the fence.

1:22 -

You must be off it, I mean it , you know you ain't never get with the judging and I used to dread growing up, and too long I never felt like I belonged, but still long like a minute I ain't looking for no one

1:41- 1: 48

Kicking the game I'm serving, they're never learning, my fire is forever burning, adding it to my fuel, seems like I'm always focused on never becoming you.

1:52-1:57

I'm seeing my new beginnings, watch out this loser's winning, and no water is too deep to swim in.. Like im a .. killing , I'm all the way that and living/ limit.

2:07-:2:20

Running your jaw, stunting, pulling at straws, something I think you're a poor effort, tone deaf and I ain't treat you separate. Living, I'm in my element, riding it like a ... never lose me to fentanyl, scared when I take a benadryl. Keeping it green in general

2:20- 2:33

Think that you remain irrelevant. Look at yourself with reverance, hoping to always elevate. Celibate of these thoughts, killing themselves with sedatives. In comparison to (eminem?), you're feeling feminine. Impolitically correct, still dropping on my ----

2:33-2:43

And I never gave a fuck about what they say abt my shit, I've been moving things in my mind like it's a ... Memories has made me wander if I'm the me being after you. What's the purpose that you do, I see you're walking up your line.

2:46 -2:55

I'm looking at my life, saying what do I deserve. It's hard to say I know when I'm walking through the dirt. Talking ... nothing I can see for what it's worth. I'm tired of feeling hurt and I've tried enough but nothing works.

4:00-4:12

Just a.. with a cigarette, sun coming up, write my thoughts on the internet. Feeling deep, I'm .. with the silhouette ... get fucked up for the thrill of it .

4:50-5:00

On the top floor, cloud 9, fading, never bailing, felt amazing, inhaling, til my lungs .. , two guns blazing. Overcome all the stunts that I pulled

5:02- 5:12

This life it don't give you no armour, alot of myself can harm me. I swear on what's good, that I'm here til they take me. I pray that I'm wrinkled, at least over 80, started moving like a ...'

5:36- 5:45

Grab a bat, lose my rag. Couple things got me mad, couple people got me wrong and now I'm changing up the swag. Coming in and stealing it, I might take the whole bag.

5:45 - 5:55

Feeling undefeated, I'm the beast with the beasts, and imma lead the whole pack. Fearless like I'm Caesar, I'm just waiting for a chance to fill it up with diesel, and all I've been achieving clocking miles in it's region, moving like a legion.

5:55-6:06

Promise that I made to myself an allegiance. Do you still believe I'm a fool for ever leaving, staring at the ceiling, can never put a cap on achieving. I'm just here for the rap, then I'm leaving.

6:06- 6:17

I've had about enough of being my own enemy, it's time to .. moved up a long way from 17. Always went against the grain, struggled tin my life. Got some things to say when I stand up on a mike.

6:17- 6:21

I ain't dropping this for fame, I need this time, like therapy, it's just to keep me sane. The truth is on my medicine, can't put that on your plate.

6:25-6:33

Speeding into everything, bout time I fixed the brakes. Don't say I can't communicate , you know I conversate with you in several different ways. And i know you know it's reverences , looking at your face.

6:33- 6:40

Can't justify mistakes, like every man that made them, seems I am the one to blame. Lying to myself, only had so much to gain, so now I'm switching up the ...

6:46- 6:54

Confused, I can feel it all . I'm here to make a change. It's cold at 3am outside , I'm walking with your dog, thanking god that you don't talk at all, my mind is switching off

6:54-7:04

Driving down to find myself , cuz I've been getting lost. ...Lessons that I've learned I've tried teach it to myself. What I've learnt from certain people is that they're better than myself.

7:04-7:12

So I surround myself with real ones, and you feel the plastic melt. That burning toy soldiers that used to go up on the shelf. Recycle the ideas, conveying on the belt

7:20-7:29

Tired of only hoping, we feel the ... come in. Gravity is the .. It kept us to the ground, see the only people speaking til they are favoured in amounts

7:46-48

eating clouds cuz my smokes thicker - z

7:54-56

I thought my city was shit bcs I want bigger

8:09-11

Feeling trapped this industry is a cage

8:34-8:42

Nobody's speaking the truth, I'm offended by the Sate. Look at the state of the news, I've decided the argument, decided my views, while they been sat in their chairs, I'm feeling pressured to choose.

8:42-8:50

Standing here as one man, how can I do half when your half the person I am. If it wasn't in your life, you didn't choose it. It's the funny thing about music. It's the pain and beauty of it.

8:52-58

Don't give a fuck what my suit is, it looks good so I wear it, better than the shoot that People's wearing ....

Been facing the racists back when i was a kid .born up in in 93'. been living it rough..kicked me out of the schools, they had a problem with me and the kids that would call me paki still sit in the classroom chilling, and now that I'm older I see they treat us different

got me thinking I was the problem cuz they never dealt with those issues. 20 years later I'm still in the same boat.

9:15-9:25

20 years later I'm still in the same boat, tryna treat me like my grandpa, say I came up off the boat. Came to tell you what I stand for, man I think this shit's a joke. How can I be civil, when they got me by the throat

9:25-9:35

Pushing my feelings down, you ain't got it like ...

'Boy your skin is so light', ok motherfucker take my name up on a flight. Try to convince immigration that your bloodline's half white.

9:35-9:45

I don't know how that's acceptable, when life is more susceptible to perception, be the death of them. I've been looking at the sky saying where's the day of reckoning, you had your prophets right when they say that you will speak to them.

9:45-9:55

I needed justice in this life and I trust that it's my fight, cuz when I'm writing it feel right to have them focused on the facts again. Focused on the rap again, hoping for the change, gunna put this on the map again

9:55-10:03

Writing in all caps again, the pain it goes through me so I write the letter. All the shit that could have brought me (down) but made me better.

10:05-10:16

I'm at home with a pain in my soul , yeh rap (distorted).. cuz you know I been to real to contest it, my time was invested. Now I look at the industry, I see it infested, looking like kids who would ... nesquik.

10:17-10:19

My name ain't on the list unless the label it ethnic.

10:19-

I ain't never gave a fuck about these jokers and jesters. Ain't one for those things, so just save us the questions... man..allowed of violence, cuz my silence is deafening, your opinion stinks, somebody get 'em a breathmint.

10:29- 10:42

Start to understand why they think that I'm threatening, I move in certain ways, couldn't slow me with ... Now they all wanna hear me go a table at letterman. Direction changed, like I changed up the lettering. Don't believe the .. ,bcs I move like a veteran.

10;42 - 10:47

Raised on the benefit for whose benefit, they'll never learn shit, man, if the shoe fits.

10:54 -11:00

And to be honest, it's insulting, offensive to my wounds that have been salted. Tryna ask me questions that they know I never answer. I'd rather sit online and reply to the fan art

11:00-11:06

Fuck a sports car, coming through when I ...

'What I like, farm life and the tractor'

11:06- 11:17

Fake life, 'sup online, suck a fat one. You don't wanna buy into that, none of that son. Sitting in the garden at night in the 98' in the ... seen some hot summers but I still remember that sun.

[So the Twitter person stopped it, so I just slowed the audio and started writing whatever i heard. So all faults are mine from this point on.]

(An old recording plays)

Cause I know few millions still living that way

Dealing with the work

They should know cause they don't deserve

It hit peak cause i hit the nerve

Only way that they should learn cause they shoot firm

In my ways I don't wanna change, everything just stay the same

We trynna fuck these ......

The lights dim so get the chum (?)

Why these men be nice to my face i ain't trynna be a gangsta ruins my vibe

Rather be low-key and on my phone

Never need the trophy or the short piece

Never show peace in all face fleas (?)

Show kids this like i wrote my flip

Cause the sign might fit till the start i'm sick

Now you see where i come from ... Only achievement in this life is ... And petty crimes....that we can't afford

So I stole it, the rolex

Go make sense, get yourself a job

A poor man's game trynna sit and protect god (?)

And now you've problems you gotta solve them

Used to settle tables now i'm writing on myself

Cause we all like animals we just need some help

Caught my eyes, put my heart in

For the knowledge i'm not charging see I got it all free

....like i'm saying it for the feed

Need a reason see me bleeding for my creed

Suck you with the words that I keep em up my sleeve

Picking where I fit, I see me sitting with the plead (?)

I ain't doing all this, used to saying please

Let me flow up, be stinging with the bees

They trynna kill us when they see us

(Music)

Why does it feel like they had the same notebook

And the same far looks

Something in the way i adjust till i stick

Free falling like the ship, free falling till i burst

Remember 21 brother gave me no fucks

Trying to project when they give me the looks

In the projects, in the objects

In my own way, never give me love, shoulda never started this, broken hearted kid

Dried up the feeling till i stole the..

Don't wanna relish in the pain but I can't resist

(Music)

[EDIT : UPDATED]

YELLOW METAL - ZAYN (CONTD) (all of this is done by me)

(Zayn vocalising)

Hand on the stick, be a billionaire

Trynna lead the lead the way, been selling out since..

All rhymes are for the readers between the lines

Till they get their connotation, tell them lived your life

And then i lived a life adjusting.....

On my own spaceship, trynna find greatness

Stuck in fine lines, i'm fighting in my prime

Aging like i'm wine, aging in my face

But still my words can't be defined

Start something sick and on my mind what's next

Just picking all the...and i'm taking my cheques

But I know I'm staying and I need pain like it's fucking death

Imma get it if it's taking my breath

Break down, sweating around, i ain't messing till I'm the best

Speaking in coded sentences

You shoulda thought about a strategy before you went up the stratosphere

But i guess...

You could use some practice...till you get the blackness

There's nothing like zealous tactics, fooling em like all like catfish

And I'm like a legend, I get to be the roughest

And I'll like iridescent leaving em all guessing

Making up my ... All year parked near a nixon (?)

Shining like a star you could see it from a distance

.....me i'm brown Paki, i'm the most different

Certain stages to this level ain't it because i fared this to the devil to collect...

Imma get all cleaned up like I'm the devil i'm the mountain..

Sight smart like a weapon, this is my kinda setting

I write the word I'm starting...

The food is right for the taking, i think i might

(Zayn vocalising)

Eccentric things i mention like a kid stuck in detention

Trynna escape, I'm just spitting what is written on the next page

Spitting image of my daddy since young days

Born sinner and I'm living like fucks sake

And I'm running, too cunning with no plumbing waterworks that sung something that resonate

I thought it first like giving birth....

They see me doing and they know it won't work

Don't know what's worst the way that you life your life or the way that you write a verse

Should be nervous, you don't deserve it what scratch the surface

I leave a crib and they lift the dirt up to find the hurting

Tryna be a better person than what the world deserve to see

Cause I see a lot of sharks still swimming in the sea

Seeks an arrest, What's the reason is theft

are these the kinda kids that we're bringing up next?

Distorted reality of the needy family.... to see the damages

(Zayn vocalising)

[this is till min 17:40]

(Zayn vocalising - I don't wanna be a part of this)

Sometimes they ask the questions ... Form a sentence...

To this form is distant norm

Is this the sentence, i feel defenceless

I played the setlist and all my blood sweat and tears they forgot to mention

Feeling loss going off into different sections

I feel like love wrecked it

If it's my drug why am I waiting for the next fix?

Affected, can't believe that you left this

I guess I leave with the best wish, moving on like next I'm fighting for the ledges (?)

You see all of the facts are true

Cause if we're falling down we're falling down together the staircase

To have it ripped down the middle like it happened

Mind fried, but talking sense

They ain't got a sense in them...

Need to spell it out for them big kids

... witness, i know you feel affected but you always love it..

While I'm laughing at ..... laughing with me

They don't fit me, my body fraught from this new to old city, I'm sick of sitting on my own, feeling so shitty

I've been abroad to the west coast..

It's okay, to be yourself, sitting talking to myself

I've been walking for the longest just need a little rest

No I ain't the strongest, I can feel it in my chest

Talking about my feelings in the need to get the best

They leave and see me breathing in my breath

Till death do us part it's just seeded in my heart like a work of art

Never winning, I'm just scarred....from the start

Do I play a part in the rhythm of the night

I guess I'm onto something cuz the talks feeling right ,

Every cloud got a lining

Like Morales, figured that they jealous that they could never tell us to change because the weather never made me question... whether or not I'm at that level

Got rid of all the bullshit sitting in my way

Most of my ... I see it everyday

Are you hearing the same things that I do

Maybe the shit's hitting like haiku

How much did you pay them to hype you

Recycling your flaws but they ain't liking you

Leaving in conceded and full of diesel like engines they need ....the ending will be revealing

[there's still four mins left if anyone wants to finish this]

#yellow metal #lyrics

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