Erik as Collei

Because it suddenly occurred to me that two characters that I love overlapped a little too well. And because drawing AUs gives me pleasure. So I redrew one of Collei’s panels from the manga.

Erik and Collei both be like

✓ Snake-affiliated ✓ Given ancient power by mad scientist ✓ Enslaved in their youth ✓ Caustic AF as a defense mechanism ✓ Scales.......on arms....... (*cries*) ✓ Paralysis stuff....... (*cries some more*) ✓ Actually soft when calm/relaxed ✓ Wants a damn break

Yikes, unfollowing her now. Was a fan of her “dreamy, confiding manner, fawn coloured curls, and flimsy nightgown”, totally unaware that she was God’s 10,000 year old terminally ill ex best friend who killed the woman she’s impersonating along with two children, all in an attempt to kill God himself 🙄

Just saw a poll about what in fanfics you dislike the most and it reminded me about a specific plot line I see in Thane fics a fair bit and, well I have a lot to say. I've thought about writing this before but I chickened out tbh, I hate getting into discourse generally. I feel the need to preface that this is personal opinion and feelings, no fic authors owe readers a damn thing, and you can write what you damn well want to! Just to make that abundantly clear. This is also not written with any one fic/author in mind, this aint some vague posting attack on any person in particular. It is a trope I have seen occur on multiple occasions with Thane in particular, and one that gives me a lot of feelings. I bloody LOVE a Thane lives AU. That's my jam, no doubt. It's a cathartic, soothing balm for me. And how you choose to get there can vary massively and I love that too. I would say that I prefer when his motivation to persue treatment is based in wanting to live for Kolyat and especially for himself, and not just because his love of Shepard. And while they break my heart, I also think stories that follow canon, or divert from canon but still have him die, are also super important and I applaud the writers who go there, because ouch. Disability and terminal illness are difficult, real subjects and having that representation is so important. I completely understand why there are people who dislike Thane lives. So to the thing I really dislike: nothing makes my stomach drop faster than the disregarding or removal of Thane's bodily autonomy/consent on his own health. They tend to go like this: Thane has decided not to persue any potential treatments, collapses/is rendered otherwise unable to have his say on the matter past his already stated wants, and while unconscious Shepard overrides his DNR wishes and has him given life saving or extending treatments. He wakes up and is upset at Shepard, but ultimately forgives or even thanks them for making that decision for him (basically saying that he was 'wrong' and Shepard was 'right'.) I do think this can be written in an interesting, character study way. There's also those grey area tangents: For example, what if the treatment suddenly becomes available after he's already unable to give consent, one that he was not aware of. Or what if the source of the treatment changes; before he was against a transplant because it would mean taking from another drell, but suddenly cloning or something else becomes available? etc. Perhaps such plot lines have been explored and I've missed them, because unfortunately after reading a handful of the type where he is just wholesale disregarded by Shepard if I get even a whiff of this kind of plotline I abandon the reading. As for why this does not sit well with me at all? It creates a situation where you have to basically make out that Thane was somehow in the wrong for ever feeling that way, that his acceptance of his terminal illness is bad, his motivations wrong. Again, something that can be explored- but not by just wholesale disregarding and overriding him then later teaching him why he was 'wrong'. We are getting into the very murky area of "if a person is depressed/mentally compromised by trauma/their past enough, they are no longer able to make decisions on their own health, this is for their own good'. And- yikes. Red alert. Because that is a story that needs to be handled with so much care, and it absolutely should not be used as a temporary source of angst to further a fucking romance plot. I think this hits hard for me especially as a disabled person who has had to deal with my fair share of medical fuckery. I'm also neurodivergent and have mental health issues. Advocating for myself is something I have had to battle many a time. Anyway hoo I had that one pent up hey? Again, I hope no one feels personally attacked by this. It's my own ick, one that might resonate with some, one that others might completely disagree with.

Happy early birthday! Can you do the fake dating trope? For Jumin, definitely🥰

✨✨SISSI!!!✨✨

OUU, I LOVE THIS TROPE. I was too shy to write it cuz there are so many BRILLIANT renditions, but I’ll try!!

(I’m totally still working on your first ask, too >w<)

“Your mother is coming to visit?

Furiously rubbing his temples, Jumin grunted an affirmation. You had never seen him in such a state; it was very… un-Jumin-like of him to show an ounce of anxiety.

“She sent this. You can read it, if you like.” Sliding a thick paper your way, you pushed your hair back and started reading.

Jumin couldn’t help but smirk at your expressions — how they went from curious, to skeptical, to horrified.

“Jumin, she… she’s terminally ill…?”

“… It seems so.”

The nonchalant tone in his voice sparked something in you. Forcing the letter down, you pressed both palms against his mahogany desk. “How could you be so uncaring? This is your mother, not some stranger from off the street, Jumin.”

Jumin stared at you. Something inexplainable in his eyes — a flash of unknown darkness — made you stand down.

“Is it so important to you that I meet with her?” Jumin asked, drumming his fingers anxiously against the letter.

“… Well…” you clasped his hand, stilling his jittery movements. “As your friend? Yes. You do for family.”

His long lashes covered the conflicting look in his eyes. “All right. I’ll do it.”

You moved to release his hand, surprised he allowed you to hold onto him for this long. But you remembered something — something you had skimmed over previously. Snatching the letter, you began to read it again.

“No, I’m not engaged to anyone from the Christopher family.”

“… Okay, how did you know I was looking for that.”

“You are incredibly easy to read,” Jumin sighed. “Your eyes speak before your mouth moves.”

“… Nu-uh,” you murmured under your breath.

Pressing his tense back against the chair, Jumin closed his eyes. “I had forgotten who that family was until today. I certainly didn’t know I was engaged to any of them.”

Your eyes grew. “Did your mother arrange it when you were little?”

“She did so many things,” Jumin replied, his voice an octave above a whisper. “I originally had plans to get out of meeting with her, but.” His intense gaze in your direction nearly made you blush.

“Oh, come on. How bad could it be, Jumin?”

“You don’t know my mother the way I do.” Long fingers began fiddling with his tie pin. “Do you remember, when we met, you expressed that I was a hard-ass, or a tough, demanding, and uncompromising person according to Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary?”

“… Yeah?”

“She is 1⁄1,000,000 times worse.”

Your eyes darted.

“She is worse.” Despite the situation, Jumin couldn’t help but notice how often he was grinning.

Specifically in your direction.

“Yikes,” you whistled, resting your chin in your hand.

Silence lingered… until you slammed your hand against the desk. “I have an idea.”

Eyes glancing from the table to your hand, Jumin suppressed another laugh upon noticing you were barely holding in your discomfort. “Yes, well?”

“Stay with me, here. What if I pretended to be your fiancée? That way, your mom won’t pressure you into marrying that Christopher chick!”

Jumin’s head rose slowly, steel-gray eyes trained on you the entire time. His face was illegible… it always was. Your nerves kicked in, but you proceeded confidently.

“There’s no harm in it! I’ll dress up, drape myself over your arm, make a nice show of it, and that’ll be —”

“No.”

You deflated. “… But I wasn’t done.”

“No.” Standing quickly, Jumin stepped down from his desk and moved to fetch a hidden bottle of whiskey.

Your cheeks flushed and your heart hammered recklessly in your chest — had Jumin just rejected you? Granted, the situation was a hypothetical one, but still…

Your feet remained planted on the floor; you felt ashamed to move, wanting the tile to open up and eat you alive. You inhaled “I mean, I know I’m not heiress material, but… I was just trying to help, I guess.”

Jumin set his glass down. “Wait, that’s not what I meant at all.” Nearly tripping over his loafers, Jumin rushed to your side, gripping your chin “Listen to me. My mother is a ruthless woman. Very cruel. She will go out of her way to insult you, even if all that is left of you is a coffin in the ground. I can’t expose such a person to you.”

You took a deep, calming breath. So that’s what it was. “Jumin, I’m grown. Besides, you’ll be with me, so it’s not like I’m gonna be left alone with her!”

Fingers pressing into your cheeks a little too much, Jumin’s eyes searched yours. “Why would you do this for me?”

With puckered lips, you answered as best you could. “Cu-th yerr mah fwen.”

Releasing you, Jumin dug for his handkerchief and blotted the spit on your lip. “That’s right. We are friends, aren’t we.”

“And since I consider the RFA to be family, you’re family too! And you do for family!”

Jumin raised his brows, unenthused. “… Great. Then. I’ll have clothes sent to your apartment for you to try. Feel free to express your opinions freely to me tonight, as I’ll be picking you up for a session on tea.”

“Oh, because your family loves brewing tea, right?”

“Correct. How comfortable do you feel in stilettos?”

“… Uh…”

“No harm in trying them, then.” As Jumin tapped delivery instructions onto his keypad at a furious pace, you reached for a chocolate candy from a tiny bowl on his desk, unwrapped it, and popped it into your mouth.

You did not expect for Jumin to grab your hand with a touch more tender than the cut of beef you ate the night of the party. “Mm — Jumin!?”

He lowered his head, warm lips pressing a kiss onto the back of your hand. You were in too much shock to register that he had placed another kiss on your knuckles.

You were still in a state of shock, the chocolate dangling on your tongue as Jumin leaned in, his chest barely touching your own as he swept your hair back with deft fingers.

The same lips that that had kissed your hand were now pressed against your ear; Jumin exhaled, the very sound frightening and exciting you. “Then. I’ll see you later, my dear.”

You had no time to react; Jumin pulled away just as quickly as he had moved in, throwing his jacket on and leaving the office.

You shoved more chocolates into your mouth and prepped yourself to follow suit. If this was what it was like being engaged to Jumin, then… well… there was no harm in liking it a little.

OKIE, imma have to break this down into parts cuz the idea I have is pretty substantial. I don’t want Tumblr to yell at me like HRRBLRR, LIMIT REACHED.

Hope you liked dis first part!! and omg I swear I will continue writing this. I suck at writing parts, but imma DO DIS.

OCTOBER 17TH HORROR READ WATCH

30 Monedas 1x1

Whoa with a bang bank robbery

Invincible??? 2 shots to the back terminator trench coat

No money threw that cash like garbage

Yes money (a coin)

Shoot shoot on the way out

Into a limo

THE CATHOLIC CHURCH!

Has a charm that resurrects the dead and boom his time is over

Factory farm

Mayor is he actually the mayor!

Dairy cow

Has giant human baby

Wtf

How do they normal it's a normal baby with no tests and it's huge

Another preist consulted new guy boxer

It's a scam who scammed them?

I guess he is the mentor of hers going to a random citizens house??

Blaming a pregnant teen?

Ooo bro this is so fuckin irresponsible this is horrific this guy is obviously friggin violent you told a domestic abuser his teenager is pregnant she is literally hiding it for her life WITH ACE WRAPS

Yea just blow up her life and leave she won't end up dead and the baby

Are we buying this marriage ?

We aren't supposed to i guess

I don't like the older jealous woman bit

More clues

Dubious mentally ill character

Who has the coin

I do like the trope where the mental ill person actually knows the truth but this is a bad depiction

Off the roof yikes

That's not

He made it?

Sketchy priest trying to get intel

I do like him as a himbo but

It's not giving

Exorcist

Killed a guy

She lost her baby

And of course the baby is 🫨

Hubby is worried

OH SHIZZ

GIANT BABY

Ooo himbo playing condescending male always a laugh

Unnecessary flirting but better chemistry than with the wife

She's going to the priest

Not Romeo and Juliet

WHAT spider yarn

Cacoon dad

Now she going back

Local police crack me up

The heck with the toy story monstrosity

Creature!!!

He conveniently keeps going out when the spooky stuff happens plot armour against the facts irritates 😂😂

She still has the coin

I do like the bit where the non believer delivers the incantation with urgency though

They are going the crazy woman thing

He really doesn't believe anymore 😮

I thought he was lying

I thought she was over the you have to believe me shit

Oh yea she catches on quick.

Good for her.

Wild ride for series opener

Magical Spidergirl!🕷️

I dunno which universe she came from, but she is definitely very young and strong.

She is a magical girl from the Peulla Magi Madoka Magica universe.

Her actual name is Sayuri Hataoridori. She did... Have an older brother.... Kumo Hataoridori... But he's dead....

Her origin began when her brother had gotten terminally ill. Her family doesn't really want her to see him die in front of her. So she's left alone every time when they visit him. The only thing giving her comfort is just her pet spider, named Hachi. Which was given by her brother. She really cared for her brother

One day, she accidentally leaves Hachi's container open and he escapes outside. She goes to find him, only to see a bunch of kids freaking out and killing it. They also ran away.

She was devastated, and saw... Kyubey. Kyubey sees what happened and asks her if she wants to make a wish. Kyubey told the terms and conditions about the contract (but in obvious Kyubey fashion). Sayuri was desperate to keep her brother's gift alive, so she made a wish to save the spider. But at the same time Kumo died in the hospital (yikes).

She was excited about her new power and wanted to show it to her brother. She swings by... Only to find him dead. She was... Sad... She thought that he had a little more time left... She mourned her brother, but it's not close to despair. Kyubey immediately tells her that she could save more people by being a magical girl, she just needs to fight witches.

Sayuri listens to everything that Kyubey says to her and fights her first witch. She manages to defeat it, but she's already tired out. Kyubey reassures and encourages her to keep doing it. Kyubey became her second companion (another big yikes).

She's now been working as a magical Spidergirl for three months now.

She still doesn't know what or where those witches come from...

14. between two thieves

back - next It was only murder. Really, it wasn’t even that. Murder was something humans did to each other.

The body seemed to fall for a long time. The natural flow of the world stretched and twisted gently out in a terminal loop as Antonio stood watching, leaning over the triangle of dead air.

When it occurred to him that he could do other things again, he looked down. There was Mark, somewhere by his shins, with one hand still locked to the railing, huddled on the first of the fire escape’s slimy steps. Not exactly sitting, he looked tensed like a trap set to go off, shivery, gazing with fixed attention at a brick just under the windowsill they’d climbed over. His free hand was at his mouth, worrying his nails, or more accurately, his three nails and two Band-Aids with little cartoon ducks on.

It was starting to rain again, harder, ticking on the wet metal and dripping from the steps below. Antonio touched his own face and sniffed, found nothing any worse than had been there to start with. Glad that his own frayed edges were in order, so to speak, he sat himself cautiously down alongside Mark, his right shoulder almost touching Mark’s left. Somehow, it kept coming back to this.

“Hey,” he tried, gently. “How’re we doing, bud? Are we good?”

Mark made a sharp gasping noise, as if he had been away somewhere and had just re-entered the Mark-shaped thing that crouched against the steps, and didn’t find it a very fun tenancy to come back to. He looked through Antonio and away, into the grey void that had swallowed up the new Carl, where the rain dripped and trickled from step to step.

“I don’t know.” His voice sounded like a worn-out tape, thin and about to snap. His fingers shook as they faltered at his lip, dry with the darker marks of his teeth. “I don’t know.”

*

They went to a Waffle House.

Inwardly, Antonio was selfishly relieved that there were still things that he was useful for, things that he could do to help. Mark, having a bit of a time, his head clearly full up with big, difficult Mark-thoughts about everything that had just happened, was not in a state to pay much attention to smaller details- trivial little things, like where he was in physical space and time. In the same way that it had been up to Antonio to point him at a place to sleep, it was more or less up to Antonio to point him down a rainy street or two and through a door into a warm cloud of condensation and the mingled scents of fried food and coffee, and into a booth by the window where if anybody was headed their way, Antonio would see them first.

He liked to be helpful, but he didn’t like to see Mark, the sharp nitpicky brilliant thing that lived behind the rain-freckled glasses, going away like this, even for a short time. Even though he knew now that the blank, dull eyes and limp body that had frightened him so badly back in that dusty little cell the second time had been a trick, just a clever lie, it made him cold to think about, how it could have been- how it had almost been true. He liked it much more when signs of life started to return, and Mark began to look up and be present in this quiet cocoon of a diner, with the big TV playing in the corner and the black-and-white prints of skyscraper workmen balanced on girders, and looked at the food in front of him as if it at least existed in the same universe as he did, even if he made no movement to actually pick up a fork and eat it. He looked a bit crumpled still, drizzle-damp and tumbled, bringing to mind a small heap of laundry someone had forgotten in the bright leather curve of the booth, but at least he looked awake.

“Come on, buddy, lighten up,” said Antonio, brightly. He’d pulled his mask down to eat and talk, aware that he could still laugh off the livid black slash as a Magic Marker accident or some ill-advised film-school makeup, if it came to it. “It’s not all yikes on bikes, right? We killed your new dad, and now we’re having, like, a cute brunch moment! I’d say we’re doing pretty good.”

Mark looked at him for what felt like a long time, then slowly returned to staring at his food.

“You are going to eat those, aren’cha?” Antonio tried. “Or, if you’re not feeling pancakes, we could totally swap, these waffles are the business. You… should really try to eat something.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Mark told his plate, sharply.

“Okay! Jeez. It’s just pancakes, Mark.”

Mark swallowed. Then, finally, in a series of uneasy chunks that came out poorly-assembled, like a flatpacked piece of furniture, he said, “Do we… need to worry? About people finding… it?”

“I don’t think so?” There were maybe half a dozen blueberries in the handful of fruit on the side of Antonio’s plate, and he hunted them out as he thought, spearing them with his fork. Pop, pop, pop. “I don’t think we really hang around, you know… after. I’m not sure, but I think we probably just, um…”

He shrugged, and pressed a blueberry flat under his fork. Pop.

“No bones,” said Mark. He sounded like he was adding to a list in his head, filling in a hypothesis. “Nothing that stays.”

There was a silence. The hypothesis must have broken down partway through, because Mark moved suddenly, knocking his plate with a bony elbow as he pressed the heels of his palms into his eyesockets. When he spoke, it was a strange, half-guarded, half-helpless cadence, as if he didn’t want to talk but had to, or wanted to so badly but could hardly bring himself to speak.

“I can’t- forgive him.” A long silence, a series of hard, harsh breaths. “But I know what it did to me- the shit it made me do- and if it was like that for him I can’t- I can’t blame him either. And… and he was my dad.”

He gave his face a final savage downwards scrub with both palms, and dropped his hands.

“He was my dad.”

His eyes, sore and hot and too bright, looked away through the diner’s window, the misty glass smeared with grey condensation and the faint faded marks of a hundred swiping hands. His thin fingers found the edge of the table and gripped, like someone trying to ride out a wave of pain. He looked as if he was waiting, braced, daring Antonio to say something, to smile and say something happy and calm and cruel that would strike deep into the open wound he’d presented.

Antonio felt terribly lost. His face ached, the long dark line throbbing in a dull angry way that suggested it wasn’t ready to get any smaller yet, no matter how hard he willed it to.

“Can you understand… anything about this?” said Mark, to the window. “Can you even think- are you even thinking? Can you even know anything- about how this feels? Do you even have any-”

He stopped himself, his mouth thinning to a hard, clamped line as he shut up and stared through the bleary glass. But Antonio couldn’t let it go. Not this time, not now.

“Mark, I... know how you must feel about me. But… I just want you to know I… I’m sorry.”

Feeling Mark’s eyes turn sharply towards him, he swallowed hard. His cheek felt cold- tickled- and he put up a hand and found a little wet dark stuff creeping from the corner of his eye. He thumbed it away.

“I am. I...”

And then, in slow, groping words, in a low, uncertain voice that didn’t sound much like him at all, chasing the thread of something he couldn’t quite grasp as hard as he tried but could sense, could almost touch, Antonio started to tell Mark about that first, empty home. That there had been not much left. That there had been a few- a very few- signs of a struggle. The cold rooms, the stale air, the faded traces of lazy gold glimmering in that tiny windowless laundry room where- to human eyes- the floor and walls and ceiling were uniform with strange dark stains. The shreds of paper, the shattered laptop, the discs and drives and data sticks crushed and snapped and scratched over and over by a frantic hand, piled in grey water in the kitchen sink.

The scarf.

Mark, who had been listening with his eyes down, fiddling aimlessly with the cutlery rolled into the napkin by his plate, stirred restlessly at this juncture.

“I never met him,” said Antonio. “I don’t even know what he was like, I just know he was like you, he was a host, and he probably thought everything that happened to him was his fault, because that’s… kind of how we do, Mark. You probably have it figured by now, it’s- it’s called Project Nightmare for a reason.” He laughed, nervously, and immediately felt that laughing wasn’t the greatest idea. Mark had graduated to playing with a fork, and Antonio wasn’t sure how they could avoid a scene if he were to decide to stab him with it.

“I’m sorry for everything.” He splayed his hands out on either side of his plate, palms down, pressing them on the cool woodgrain. Broad hands, strong steady hands, no sign in them now of the dark venous threading that had been so livid and damning just a few hours ago. Hands that could get things done; hands that had done enough already, more than enough unkind things.

“I know- I know it can’t mean much, coming from me, but it’s just… I feel like someone should tell you. I want you to hear… your dad was right. What he said, in the tape, I... I know you blame yourself, but… none of this was really your fault.” As he paused, he felt a thought solidify, stronger and more complete than any of these fumbling fragments had been so far. Half-afraid of it, unsure if it should be said or if he was even the right person to try to say it, he paused and looked up across the table at Mark.

Mark was playing with his food, shredding his pancakes to an unrecognizable scramble of pale chunks and crumbs with the tines of his fork. He hadn’t eaten a bite. To Antonio’s knowledge he hadn’t eaten anything since the cookie, what felt like a lifetime ago. He’d gulped down a few handfuls of water from the faucet at the motel, and now he was mechanically destroying a plate of good food. Someone who didn’t know Mark so well might have been confused, but for Antonio the clue was the deliberate, woodenly destructive way he kept poking and dragging at it, lip hitched in unconscious distaste. Months ago, he’d looked the same way at the Tupperware of soup and the Almanac, when Antonio had pulled them out of the trash. There was something miserably resolute in Mark when it came to things like this, the knifepoint of his own stubbornness turned and driving inwards.

No matter how hard he’d fought his Muse’s cruel mind-games, responded to every not-so-subtle taunt and jab at the roots of his guilt with the same sullen surface, he had never been able to hide how this vicious, hurting little part of him agreed with it absolutely. If it was small and hidden it was also loud, and it spoke volumes in Mark’s behaviour, and it did not think he should have home-made soup or gifts from a kind neighbour, or cinnamon cookies, or pancakes, or other things which were less material but meant the same, like a letter that told him not to blame himself, or even just the chance to talk with someone who might understand. It did not want Mark to have these things- warm things, comforting things. Human things.

And why? The reasons that Mark acted or thought the way he did were a lot less clear to Antonio than they used to be, but he felt pretty sure it had something to do with that small dent in the stair bannisters, three steps from the bottom.

“Mark... if you can’t blame your dad, you shouldn’t blame yourself, either.”

Mark’s fork stopped moving.

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but you need to. You- you should.”

Dangerous ground again, dangerous territory for Antonio to step into, when for the last ten months his gentle suggestions had always held an underlying threat that negated their kindness entirely, an unspoken threat that both of them understood perfectly well.

You should sleep, Mark. You should eat something. You should work on your channel. You should do that grocery order, that Publix order, you should check you have food. You should probably take a shower before we film, Mark. You should check your messages, you need to answer some comments, you need to network. You should have a snack, Mark. You should edit, we need that video done. You should sleep. You should eat something, Mark. You really should.

Before I make you.

It was another kind of ache, deep and dull, wishing he’d known better, that he’d been able to know. Ten months, and they’d never talked like this. They’d never done anything like this, and every exchange they’d ever had had been a fight, even if it had seemed like nothing on the surface. Everything Antonio had ever said to Mark had been in the service of something he’d wanted to take from him, for the Muse. Everything Mark had ever said to him had been an attempt to hold back, defend, keep shreds of himself to himself, for as long as he could. Antonio couldn’t help his memory turning back to the videos hidden on Mark’s laptop, those two eager voices mingling together, full of interest, warmth, lively affection. Both giving everything, getting everything in return.

“Antonio...”

At the sound of Mark’s voice in the here and now, Antonio’s train of thought fell sharply off the tracks, stuttered to a halt. Small wonder; it was the first time Mark had ever said his name, outside of a script that had forced him to.

“I’m going to kill that thing in my house,” said Mark. “I’m going to kill my Muse.”

He looked up.

“Are you going to help me?”

Antonio smiled. It was a sad, faltering kind of smile, and it looked better on him, although he couldn’t have understood how, even if he’d been able to see it for himself. It looked quite different, from his usual uncanny grin.

“If you’ll take those pancakes to go.”

Hahaha no worries. So did they ever say why Cameron doesn’t like Cindy?

1. In 4th grade when Cindy’s mom died, it is implied that someone [maybe Cameron himself, who had also lost his mother to terminal illness only a few years before] tried to comfort her about it but she announced to her class that she never liked her mother anyway. 10 year old Cameron was horrified and very likely labelled her as a psychopath that very moment 💀

2. Rick and Beth corroborate this story “Overnight she [Cindy] was the scariest kid in 4th grade”/“She’s a horrible person.” so clearly every person who wasn’t a part of Cindy’s mean clique (she even insults her own cheer squad…) that had been living in that town knows this girl is trouble. Courtney didn’t grow up with them so she is missing just how severely yikes Cindy has been their whole lives.

3. Cindy harassed Yolanda to the point she was vandalizing her locker with insults that reduced her to tears. Cameron covers it up with his painting. This pisses Cindy off aka why she calls him art freak.

4. Courtney told Cameron that she was going to hang out with Cindy, who Cameron has known for 6 years to be said horrible person that bullies and harasses people. When Courtney says she will postpone her plans with Cindy for homecoming, she afterwards DITCHES Cameron at the game without a WORD. From his perspective until he found out she was in an “accident”, she likely ditched him to hang out with Cindy after all.

5. In 2x05 she butters him up and acts like she enjoys his art when she’d been insulting him all along. She also “apologized” for his dad dying but even as she said it you could tell it was fake. By this point Cameron wasn’t going to be fooled, he knows she’s a liar lol.

6. Cameron’s grandma also calls Cindy a monster and tells her to stay away from Cameron. Pretty sure his grandparents are grooming Cameron…They were the ones who have spent most of their time raising him before Jordan returned in s1 and now after his death. I’m certain that they’ve reinforced that Cindy is bad news.

AW advertised in her stories Medical Medium and their celery juice diet. The guy behind it, Anthony William, is a well-known charlatan, who practices medicine without a license and claims to be in contacts with spirits and angels. He claims he can cure cancer and other terminal illnesses. His "miracle" diets are not only anti-scientific, but also dangerous for his followers' health - you can read about it on the Internet.

I believed she was smarter than this, but she's dumb as a rock - it reminds me of Alejandra and her love for life coach charlatans like Diego Dreyfus. Well, I shouldn't be surprised, AW follows chiropractors after all. Hopefully Sebastian didn't fall fall for William's anti-scientific, dangerous bullshit.

Oh, he also promoted fake reviews for his books and did a looong list of shady stuff - read the entry about Medical Medium/William on Wikipedia, I have no idea how this guy got on with so many dirty, borderline illegal practices.

Yikes 😬

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@moths-are-pretty-cool

@beatlesweatles

@nailisee

@squiddlysquoo

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I tagged 722 of my posts in 2022

#🦎 - 41 posts

# finn tag - 27 posts

#unrestrained summer fun - 20 posts

#unreality - 18 posts

#goncharov - 13 posts

#auto queue - 7 posts idk why this is here?? I have literally never tagged anything auto queue I don’t even use the queue feature lol

#give em the ol razzle dazzle - 6 posts

#yikes - 6 posts

#wet beast wednesday - 5 posts

#❤️❤️❤️ - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#if you don’t have anything to add then just… don’t.. add anything?? it’s fine?? you don’t have to add anything to posts you reblog it’s okay

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

It’s 11:11 and I’m wishing all my mutuals a FANTASTIC day ❤️❤️❤️

4 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

#4

“I saw this little guy on pinterest and thought you'd like it” - nailisee

How did my high school yearbook pic make it to Pinterest

6 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#3

Reblog and put in the tags what kind of fruit is nostalgic for you bc you ate it directly from the plant as a kid

6 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#2

See the full post

7 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hello Tumblr! I need your help to make something good happen - it’s super easy and I don’t need any money.

So I’m planning to create a VR program that will allow the user to experience the most beautiful, awe-inspiring corners of this planet as realistically as possible from the comfort of their own home.

The reason why I want to create this is because we are all creatures of Earth and we should all be able to bask in her divinity, regardless of background or socioeconomic status, but unfortunately not everyone has the resources required for travel, up to and including being able-bodied. There are lots of amazing places on this planet, but some of the best are also some of the most remote - not exactly accessible to everyone, especially people with mobility issues.

This is where I need help: if you have a disability that is a hindrance to you exploring the planet, or if you have a terminal illness and you don’t have time to see everything you want, or even if you are able-bodied and healthy but can’t afford travel - I need you to use either replies, tags, asks, or DMs to tell me where you would go if you could go anywhere. What places do you want to see that aren’t accessible to you? What adventures do you want to go on, what kind of things do you want to see, what kind of challenges do you want to go hard at that aren’t accessible to you? What view do you dream of seeing one day?

Do you want to climb Everest? Do you want to dive in the Mariana Trench? Do you want to see the Great Barrier Reef? Hike through the Amazon jungle? Go zip lining over Niagara Falls? Hang gliding over the Grand Canyon? Tell me about it! Tell me where you want to go and what you want to do, and any little specifics about the experience you’d be most excited about, and I will do my absolute best to recreate it in a VR environment as realistically as possible.

Also, if you can think of anything that may get in the way of being able to wear a VR headset that I should be aware of, and especially if you already have an idea for a solution, please let me know! Please also let me know about any specific accessibility settings I can add that would make for a better experience. I’m already planning to add options for subtitles, colorblind mode, and epilepsy mode.

I will be doing a VR version, but there will also be a regular desktop version for those who don’t have access to VR equipment, and both versions will be free.

I would greatly appreciate this being reblogged/shared as much as possible! I don’t need any funds for this right now, but if you want to help support me in this endeavor, you can follow my art blog: @interstellarmosscryptid. I have a pinned post on my art blog that includes links to all my various webbed sites 😊

25 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

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HI HI this is Fandom Obsessions 💖 💖 💖 I'm here for the WIP Challenge game!! I'd love to know more about:

Where Were You?

Hotel Room

Six Months to Live

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Hello, @fandomobsessions016 !!! It's so lovely to see you in my inbox!

Where Were You?

I concocted the idea for this story back in November (yikes) shortly after having fallen head over heals in love with SessSan and meeting @livinginthefifthdimension under the alias @sess-san. XD I'm still so embarrassed about that!

I have about 80% of the story written, but then AJ convinced me to turn it into a multi-chapter fic so I've been bouncing back and forth between finishing it/publishing it and turning it into one of the chapters of the SessSan multi-chapter fic I'm outlining at the moment.

Gosh, I'm rambling. Sorry!!! The idea for this fic was born out of the headcanon that Sango would visit Kohaku, who is under Sesshomaru's guardianship, every 10 days. Sango has never missed a visit before until one day she doesn't make it. Sesshomaru actually becomes concerned and shows up at Kaede's village to check on her and all hell breaks loose in the village when he decides to show up.

2. Hotel Room

@anisaanisa beat you to this one, but not to worry! I have included my response to her here:

Oh, man! *fans herself*

Why must I get these ideas for smut when I'm terrible at writing smut?!?

It's supposed to be a SessSan PWP fic. Sango broke up with Sesshomaru weeks ago because she's afraid of commitment. Somehow they end up in adjacent hotel rooms (I have no idea how yet), and in the middle of the night she can't take being apart from him anymore so she shows up at his door and things ensue. Whew! Spicy!!!

3. Six Months to Live

I'm so excited you asked about this one!!!

I literally got the idea for this one just a few days ago while I was in the shower, where I get all of my ideas XD. The premise is that Inuyasha is diagnosed with a terminal illness and only has 6 months left to live. His doctors suggest he receive treatment right away, but he flat out refuses and decides instead to make a bucket list and fulfill all of the items on the list before he dies.

Although he refuses medical treatment, he accepts to see a therapist to help him accept his illness and the reality that he doesn't have much longer to live. His therapist's receptionist happens to be Kagome. Somehow Kagome gets involved with helping him fulfill the items on his bucket list. My brother said it sounded very similar to a movie called The Bucket List, but I've never seen it in my life, I swear!

Thank you so, so much for your interest in my WIPs! I really apprecite it! <3 <3 <3

My list of WIPs for the ask game is here in case anyone is still interested!

yo this has been on my mind so. cool!

That was a pretty good episode. Certainly much better than last week. How much of this was the presence of Russ, and how much was the fact that the episode was written by Andy Bayliss (who is a much better writer than Davey Jones... sorry to Davey Jones, but he’s just not that good), I don’t know, but either way it was a great improvement.

Out of respect, I shall put the weekly Henruss commentary aside for a moment in order to talk about Jac.

So. Jac Naylor is terminally ill. We knew it from the spoilers, of course, but it’s still terribly depressing.

Both Jac as a character and Rosie Marcel as an actress deserve so much better than this. Rosie has suffered through so much for the show, including pain that the producers themselves have put her through - I still can’t believe the idea of doing a breakdown storyline for Jac based off Rosie’s own real life breakdown was considered, let alone that it actually happened. And Jac? The writers have put her through so much trauma over the years. She’s been shot, experimented on, had her sister die, been sectioned, and that’s just a few examples. How is it remotely satisfactory or a good ending to kill her off after putting her through all that?

The worst part is that for months after bringing her back and revealing she had a brain tumour, the show basically ignored her. There were a good few months where there was more focus on Amelia’s brain tumour than Jac’s, and Amelia is a minor recurring character. It took until there were less than 15 episodes left for Jac to start getting any focus at all. What the hell, Holby? You’re killing off your most iconic and popular character and you still took until the last second to start caring about her? Yikes.

Do they think they’re doing something clever or original here, in killing off Jac to symbolise the end of the show? Because they’re not. For characters like Jac, in fact, tragedy is an incredibly common end. She’s gender non-conforming, mentally ill, an abuse survivor, an implicitly queer woman. Seeing her end the show alive and happy would be far more original than making every moment of her life, through to the very end, nothing but a tragedy.

And no, Holby, giving a mentally ill, abuse survivor, queer man a happy ending does not make up for what you’re doing to Jac. It just doesn’t. I’m happy Henrik’s coming out and finding love, I really, truly am. But if anything, giving Henrik a happy ending and Jac a tragic one just comes across as misogynistic.

(Having said that, their idea of a happy ending for Jac now is probably pairing her off with Fletch anyway. Even though neither Rosie Marcel nor Alex Walkinshaw like the pairing, and the characters decided they were better off as friends ages ago. :/)

Wasn’t there literally an interview with some old producers or something where they said the plan was always for Jac to eventually get a happy ending? Sometimes... sticking to your original plans... is better, Holby.

Jac, I’m sorry the writers are treating you like this. And I feel even sorrier for Rosie Marcel herself.

Now that that’s over with: I bet Andy Bayliss, writer of the most queer-coded Johnrik episodes/scenes, must have pumped his fist in the air upon learning that Henrik was getting an actual romance with a man and he would get to write for it. Their scenes tonight certainly delivered!

I wasn’t expecting more than two or three scenes, since they weren’t mentioned in the DS spoilers, so I’m satisfied with what we got. It was also some nice lighthearted romcom fun, before we get some presumably more serious stuff with Billie’s secret next week.

The “Russ is creepy and manipulative” crowd were, I imagine, dismayed to find out that Russ is actually so good-natured he felt guilty for eating someone else’s salad. Me, I found it adorable. (Also, I’m still sticking with my headcanon that Billie started making Russ’s lunches because Russ has executive dysfunction and was always forgetting to bring his own, and she wanted to make sure he didn’t forget. Also possible that Ami used to make Russ’s lunches, for the same reason, and Billie felt a need to continue her dad’s tradition. Which is... sweet but sad.)

I did feel sorry for Henrik, though. The poor man and his sensory issues. I hope he managed to find something to eat somewhere, even if he just got himself something from the vending machine.

Russ is very lucky Henrik fancies him. I think Henrik would probably be quite bitter if anyone else took his lunch. He certainly wouldn’t tolerate them talking with their mouths full!

And HENRIK OFFERING TO MAKE RUSS’S LUNCH OMG. That was SO CUTE. And then when he was looking in the mirror and adjusting his shirt and tie to impress Russ!! Henrik with a crush is always the cutest thing ever.

Lots of mentions of Billie tonight, presumably to remind everyone she exists for her re-appearance next week. Also basically confirmation that they made Russ an overprotective dad to contrast with Henrik not having been in his kid’s life at all.

Elsewhere: Will Fletch Stay Or Will He Go? Does anyone care? I don’t, really. He bores me. I can’t hate him, he’s just bland. He should’ve left a few months after Raf’s exit IMO.

Amelia is getting better! I’m happy for her. Genuinely expected her to die either way.

Sacha and Dom are doing research together, I guess. Good for them.

And poor, poor Nicky. My heart is breaking for her. The last few scenes tonight were really powerful - Belinda Owusu and Rosie Marcel are both such brilliant actresses.

I'm sure I'm not the only one who's mind exploded thinking of all the whump scenarios related to flying around in high altitudes yo (altitude sickness, hypothermia, flying while sick only to get more ill yum yum)

Ooh I didn't even think of that! 😱 I was too busy fixating on this. 😂 But I looked up altitude sickness to get an overview of the symptoms and there are some delightful options to play with:

Loss of appetite, nausea/vomiting

Fatigue/weakness, dizziness/lightheadedness, "pins and needles" sensation

Peripheral edema (swelling of hands, feet, and face)

Nose bleeds, shortness of breath upon exertion

Persistent rapid pulse

Followed by symptoms that may indicate life-threatening altitude sickness, such as:

Pulmonary edema (fluid in the lungs), characterized by persistent dry cough, fever, and shortness of breath while resting

Cerebral edema (swelling of the brain, yikes!), characterized by headaches, unsteady gait, loss of consciousness, increased nausea/vomiting, and retinal hemorrhage

I also looked up hypothermia, because of course, and in addition to the good ol' shivering, fast heart rate, and fast respiratory rate we normally associate with being very cold, you've also got:

Amnesia, confusion, slurred speech

Decreased reflexes, loss of fine motor skills

Hallucinations

Fixed dilated pupils

Paradoxical undressing and Terminal burrowing

So uh, yeah. That’s fantastic. ✨

hihii !! to add onto ur everything-about-luke's-illness post, aaron said that luke had inhaled a shit ton of toxic gas during a mission and luke was one of the only people (if not, the only one,) among his colleagues who survived

and that got me wondering, what if luke like has cancer from the toxic gas which is why his lifespan is decreased to 3 years. and like, what if the neuropathic pain WAS from the side effects of the treatment/surgery/medication for his illness, INSTEAD OF the illness itself since aside from cancer, neuropathic pain /can/ come from medication, nerve damage after surgery or trauma, and many more. thats probably not it since the technology in stellis is so advanced so maybe the medicine and treatment wont have neuropathic pain as it's side effects but like what if .

i really do hope that they won't kill luke off bc if they do ill cry rlly rlly bad && i dont think that they will kill him bc most of the tot players play the game for him But at the same time i feel like they will because mihoyo is Cruel and Evil. they're probably having the hardest laugh of their lives rn at how we're all begging them to keep luke alive. they live off our Misery and Pain. they're Sadists. i feel like the most mihoyo would do is increase his lifespan by like another 5-10 years which is like okay i guess since i dont think the game will go on for that long ?? maybe ??

i dont know everything about luke's illness bc im too lazy to read the cn cards soooo if anything i said in this ask doesnt make sense that's why HFKSDGJSFHKS. if they do mention it in those cards do u mind listing them out ? ( only if u feel like it of course ! )

aaaaaa sorry for the ramble fjksdskhdksh

// luke story spoilers, cw cancer

irt luke's illness

YEA YEA!!! i rmr the toxic gas thing (mentioned in the last portion of personal story 2) and luke indeed was the only fucking survivor on that mission, yikes.

THIS IS VERY INTERESTING THO, UR RIGHT. my knowledge on neurological disorders comes from my own personal experience (i.e. i just woke up with mine one day and then it never went away lol) so i didnt know neuro problems can also be caused by trauma from treatments!!! my knowledge on cancer treatments is also very limited, so i'll just nod esp bc this is very very interesting to me

stellis 2030 is very advanced but surely it cant be perfect!!! like, terminal (luke) and degenerative (alzheimer's still exists, featured heavily in Marius SSR Eye Of The Beholder) conditions still very much exist. and it would be a fascinating kind of thing to put luke through like......medical intervention is the only thing that can save him but it's also the very thing that got him into this mess

i am HOLDING ONTO THE HOPE that they dont kill luke if only for business reasons. but also i know mhy is brutal, theyve killed off playable characters in their other game, honkai, so like. I Feel Fear.

i havent read too many of the future cn server cards sadly huhu and the ones i have read do not mention further info on his illness. However, i know his illness is brought up in personal story 4 and his anniversary confession card.

never apologize for rambling in my inbox!!! i enjoy it very much :DDD

3, 12, and 17 please!

If this situation happened, then the throne will pass to the Emperor's aunt, Princess Arlina-Birgitta.

Yes, they can. In fact, the Emperor encourages it. If he screws up on something, he can take that criticism and and rectify the mistakes. There are no penalties for critquing the Emperor and the Imperial Family. Outright insulting the Emperor or members of the Imperial Family, however, will land you a fine of §120,000. Yikes! 😬

Yes, there is. For unpopular monarchs, their rule will be put under review, and if severe corruption or criminal acts were found to have been committed, the monarch will be made to abdicate and punished accordingly. For the monarch to be incapable of ruling, they have to be terminally ill, and announce their abdication in due course.

An example of the former is Walt II, who reigned for nine months in 1726. He ordered the invasion and wipe out of the indigenous tribes of Saris Isle, and before he could execute the plan, 40 tribe members made it to mainland Newcrest, rode on horseback to warn the citizens. The citizens protested, as a result, and after an investigation proved that Emperor Walt was found to have ordered the mass murders, he was immediately removed from the throne in favor of his daughter, Cassandra III, imprisoned, and beheaded for his crime on 27 June 1727.

An example of the latter is Emperor Haudran II, the current Emperor's father. He was diagnosed with Stage 4 Throat Cancer in December 2001, and as a result, he abdicated in May 2002. The Emperor Emeritus lived another year-and-a-half before he died on 29 March 2004 of complications of his throat cancer, aged 72.

Thanks for the ask!