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As much as I wanna come out to my mom, last time I tried that was at 13, and she immediately called me a groomer and freak......and I'm just not ready for that mind fuck again.
#it was literally me dating a then girl who i was older than by about a year or a few months like.....it wasnt that bad....#but oh yeaah lets call the 13 a groomer!! and thay wasnt even a popular term i didnt think back then whoooo!!!#yeah lets call me a whire and grooming freak and brainwasher for likeing girls at 13 mom wooo!!!!#mom kf the motherfucking YEAR#i need to learn gutsir so i can make angry but nice music sbout my life#vent...rant....meny thoughts.#head full remembering things...
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Specifically relating to my latest post, but in general also: I feel like my attention span has gotten so bad these days in terms of actually finishing anything, to the point that the deflection/procrastination-projects get as silly as "builds a whole-ass 3D model instead of finishing the goddamn drawing because that's somehow easier than dealing with the perfectionism demon hovering over my shoulder when I draw these days"
(I think this why I'm trying to chase looser styles/play around with traditional media here and there again, since anything too precise starts to activate the Overthink Demon. I guess what I post is "oops! All sketches" anyway, but a lot of things still get overworked. Probably should start using timers again or something idk)
Rarely do I actually "finish" models as well, which is generally why I don't post any (they are almost always studies/character reference models) but let's see if I can get around to making some Printable Little Guys this year, since frankly I find 3D a more comfortable medium to work in than outright painting/doing rendered-out stuff
Ramble post, but I'm always interested in the topic of "process" when it comes to art, and how struggles & limitations might actually help an individual find what their strengths really are too (or, just reveal areas that need more work. I DO want to finish a couple of the paintings in my WIP folder, but I also have accepted that it's not gonna be the natural medium for me ever)
(I always try to include art in long text posts like this so they aren't as boring. Have a Banana Cat drawing I never uploaded. Also yes the printer HAS been added to my enclosure and it's great fun :> )
#jet squawkings#Jet art#IDK what the heck it is these days but Art Is Hard#might have something to do with the medium involved + always figuring/remembering more things out about how my brain likes to work#(being a strongly spatial thinker paired with aphantasia is a really funny combination)#(but I think it might partially explain why the “Pain” in PAINting is real whereas Making Shapes in Blender is super zen for me)#Head Full Many Thoughts about the whole “aphantasia” topic as well but I might save that for another post#long post
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#powerpuff girls#ppg#cartoon network#ppg fanart#idk what else to tag this#powerpuff girls is the first thing i ever remember drawing digitally#i’d just sit down and watch speedpaints constantly and i wanted to make them myself#anyway i’ve been going back and forth on posting this bc they’re not the most original designs ever but Shrug#full disclosure i didn’t watch the Bliss episode and have zero interest in ever doing so#i just wanted to portray her as The Grown Up and i thought her being like a successful business woman would be funny#i originally intended for the others to be adults but after i was finished they strike me as a little younger still#so in my head they’re like 17 maybe#bliss is also based off a redesign i made when that episode first came out#bliss is also based off a redesign i made of her when that episode first came out#i considered using her original appearance but i literally refuse to work with her weird ass bangs
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Monster designs
Been thinking of an au
#sundrop#fnaf daycare attendant#moondrop#daycare attendant au#they be cursed#body horror abound#tags for me to remember lol don’t read#they only look like this during the full moon and summer solstice respectively#also ice for moon and fire for sun#obviously lol#moon is less dangerous but transforms more often so danger in that#sun transforms only like once a year so able to hide but super duper dangerous#accidentally killed his mom cause he underestimated how bad it can get smh irresponsible#moon in orphanage sun in higher income house#meet later big stand-off lol#moon with some bad peeps who kidnap people for ransom and sun gets kidnapped#bag over head so neither realize at first#shenanigans ensue#omg bestie you’ve also been targeted by some weird cult ur whole life omg same!!#also poor moon he’s only had one caretaker at the orphanage that knew about the thing and still cared for him#but then they go missing uh oh#oh yeah they need the masks#or else no memory and also they become more dangerous
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procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally
#on my friends living room floor they love together but one of them has been london for weeks or maybe months#to be with her love. im on a foam mattress from one of their beds next to a glass bottle of water opened by one of them#in a mug given to me by another. the weather felt like my childhood today and it also felt like 2 years ago.#(put space in the heavens Einstein's idea and hes your friend too so nothing to fear) around the table they drank and laughed and i thought#i hope you keep growing so full with the love you receive . i hope your appetite becomes insatiable from how used to it you are#and i know youre all leaving soon but i hope one day you miss this and that youll be happy you miss it#its worth missing i think#i thought he didnt care but he said after exams hes going walk around this area over and over#(this is near where he lived and where we visited almost daily for a year)#(hed come across the bridge on a lake)#we went where she used to live and at the entrance a fox sat calmly. it just yawned and stared.#it felt important somehow. i think maybe their impressions of me will never be close to how i feel inside but i think#i love them enough for that not to matter. i dont think theyll ever know this. i dont think if they did it would change much.#and seeing them smile makes my heart glow anyway. today i tried their malaysian tea the ginger burned my throat#they warmed my heart. hes going to canada soon and hes going to the US soon and shes going everywhere soon ill never understand#how were supposed to live with memories and with seperation and with the past but we do it anyway so i think it doesnt matter much#i wanted to write a poem for the lab rats with the fibre optic wires lit with blue forcing them to turn around and around#something about how im sorry that the two photon arrays burned the inside of your brain. im sorry about the sharp points of multielectrode#arrayes. im sorry about everything we do to you. she asked to see me tomorrow. im trying to have self control but i miss her so awfully#last night my friend talked to me and i updated on everything that happened with love and the lack of it and she just started laughing#and she told me about the same thing from her side. and she told me about how she loved london because she would walk the streets#and she felt like the people were her. and her eyes would go over the people and the bag of bagels and the construction men they probably#have a kid at home maybe shes a daughter. this kid is crying for her mother and the building you just walked past caused#blisters and pain and people died in it and very likely people were born in it. we talked for hours and i felt like#i was holding her hand just like that time she held mine watching a horror film. i love her so much#my friend is a genius and i remember her picking up the charms of my phone and staring at the leaf hanging from them. shes side stepping to#music drinking dangerous cider and cocktails from a movie and chit chatting with billionaires and undergrads#i love her dearly. his head covered in electrodes. she tells me about a syrian guy shes in love with and she says#what you feel and what i feel is like cocaine. ive tried a lot of fucking cocaine.#she says ive reminded her of what living actually feels like and to never put energy into someone who doesnt see me this way.
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How after all those years they are still interested in eachothers this way does dan going on tour did wonders because they missed eachothers?
i don't think it did wonders, because they were always like this to some extent. but wad definitely did something, secured their relationship for starters.
#many thoughts head always full#wad did so much maybe exactly because it's fucked all over#and there was no other way. they insisted on being separated for the whole tour. it was a choice. no matter what - solo.#but remember Dan flying to London right in time for Phil's bday despite the flooding? this shit was CRAZY. fanfic like.#and something has changed around the same time#for us as well#wad was good for their relationship. and for Dan to realise some things about what he can do solo#and that he actually CAN do it without falling apart. no matter how hard it is for both of them. no matter how many breakdowns Phil had.#i think it's healthier now and much more secure#answered#lots of thoughts#wad
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i was skimming a blood drive stream (mostly looking for ayushiki crumbs, it's been a while) and was reminded of one of the best interactions in the franchise
#''i know you're stuck in a torture school full of unspeakable horrors but how've you been?''#girlfailure ayumi i love you#also i remembered there being ayushiki crumbs but i did NOT remember how much??!!!??#their interactions are the best part of the game easily#but the part where she goes to his apartment in the middle of the night and basically starts to admit smth to him about how she felt#about when he told her to reach out to him whenever she needs support and he did the head pat thing#and he 1) forgot that even happened?? somehow??#and 2) he's like ''i feel like i'm supposed to be reading between the lines rn but i'm so lost''#LIKE YOU'RE SO DUMB... YOU'RE BOTH SOO DUMB AGFDGJGRHHHH#i need closure in darkness distortion i am telepathically begging kedwin to please let her get better so they can get a mildly happy ending
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I honestly can't wait to get to generations bc i need the massive shotgun of the whole zak-drizzt father-son relationship to go off
#i love zak and he did the best he could#but when i see art of him being all cutesy with small drizzt all i can think of#is that one of the first things he did when meeting him was dislocating his jaw#which makes sense in context. physical punishment is near daily for male drow so it doesnt stand out as particularly cruel#its just what zak knows and he may even have been soft by menzo drow standards#but i think a lot abt that one passage in one of drizzt's thinkpieces#i cant for the love of god remember which book#where drizzt outright mentions how he was grateful that his father tried to kill him (twice!)#and how incredibly fucked up that is#zak's hand was forced to a degree. in his head the drizzt he knew might've been already dead anyway#and zak's life is all about kill-or-die. so he didnt know any other option. and if he did they wouldn't have mattered anyway#but it is still an incredibly fucked up thing to do. and imo erasing that part of him does an incredible disservice to zak's character#the zak drizzt remembers is not the full picture. its the image created by a young man desperate to have someone guide him#of a man that he had just discovered was his father and then was killed that very day#IDK. just. gestures vaguely. zak Do'Urden#bani.txt#legend of drizzt
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i don't really know how to word this but like i feel like i'm gonna forever have to deal with the pain and heartache of one of my very first pokémon games- the first 'normal' pokémon game i've ever played, that i will have lasting nostalgia and love for as a result of it being formative to my introduction into the series- being the one that will forever be looked down upon for bad graphics and technical issues as a result of the game having been rushed
like i honest to goodness want to scream and yell and cry into the void about how this means everything to me and will always be one of my fave games just in general. but how am i gonna do that without someone being like 'the broken overpriced mess? the one that's missing all this stuff from the older games that was great? the thing with all the cringe? that one?' or whatever. and the thing is they aren't wrong for their criticisms either like i know the fact that they rushed this wonderful game hardcore is a massive stain on its reputation and it hurts me too but like i cannot turn off the brain full of love in me and be a mean critic. or even an impartial one. i mean i criticize everything i love don't get me wrong i am constantly running my mouth about what i like and don't like. but at the end of the day i approach all media with an unusually optimistic mindset. if you see me talk a ton about something no matter what i'm saying you can bet it means i love it.
just. aaagh. it's always tough being a new fan of an old series. i'm like too embarrassed to express my opinions bc i feel like they're invalid y'know? i feel so exhausted every time i see something to the effect of like 'oh those poor kids these days having to deal with such bad quality everything what a bad time to be a fan of pokémon wow y'all make me feel so old' well see the thing is i actually am thriving and i love it here. and i'm also an adult myself so i have more critical thinking skills than people who played red when they were like five years old did. and even with the power of critical thinking i manage to be in love with this. join me in marvelling at the beauty of life
#sorry for the massive rant i am full of both love and rage but i feel alone in this world about this particular subject#my other fav complaint is like 'they make it too easy to xyz these days'#to me that reads like 'i suffered so why shouldn't they'#yes we should encourage people to spend 100 hours grinding to do basic story requirements.#to weed out the true gamers from the weaklings. or maybe we could use the spare time in our lives to touch grass#the only easy-fication change in sv i don't like is the ability to access boxes right from the menu#that kinda cheapens the need to strategically organize a team before heading somewhere#i can.. sorta understand being miffed about the remember moves mechanic?#frankly platinum was so stressful with not being able to freely switch without great hassle/cost#it would have been a fair enough compromise to make you pay a bit of lp or something#or do it for free but having to go to like a pokécenter or something#i'll never agree that exp share is bad though sorry#pokémon#ok but about the 'i feel bad for kids these days with these ugly designs/lame 3D models' thing#yeah i have news for you every gen has its ugly/stupid pokémon.#dude look at exeggcute#and some of the oldest spritework is hideous#granted the ds era spritework was beautiful#but i don't see what is so bad about the 3D models of today? they're both nice...#dude play an indie game or something if it's that important to you idk#it will never be the 90s again. it will never be the 00s again. i'm sorry.
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One day, everything will be okay, and I'll get to sit on a cliff top, with the wind in my hair and watch as the tangerine sun sets over a green forest. One day I'll be able to breathe freely.
#sam rambles#im feeling things#i feel trapped even tho i am somewhat happy where i am#i need to clear my head somehow#its so full of junk thats holding me back and tying me down#i need to breathe#but its like i can't remember how
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Me, while manically cleaning my room at 3:27am: I should make several large, life-changing, irreversible decisions.
#so ive been in a bad mental state lately#because of many things. but the biggest being (yes i know ive complained about this in multiple other posts)#that my best friend and my ex gf were fucking. without even asking or telling me. i got no heads up. just figured it out on my own#which sucked and now im not speaking to either of them#and when i first found out i was in a bad place physically too#i had a terrible ear infection that was so fucking painful#and i realized i could concentrate on both things. so i focused on healing#and then i remembered ny family is coming to visit for Christmas#and thats a lot to deal with. so now im focusing on cleaning the apartment. specifically my bedroom#so im manically cleaning at 3:30am while angry and stressed and trying not to focus on this thing that makes me really upset#and in the middle of cleaning ill suddenly think 'should i quit my summer camp job?' or 'should i move states again?'#its not good. but i havent acted on anything#AND in the middle of cleaning i found all of my meds#i havent been taking them for months. but i decided im gonna start taking them again#i have a few refills left but then ill have to find a psychiatrist. i dont want to. but its definitely for the best#im trying to get my life back on track and build and better it#but then something hits me and completely derails everything and makes everything so hard#so anyway im gonna go do some more cleaning and try not to make life-altering decisions. and maybe build a desk#btw i have to get up at 9am to take out my puppy. and at 11:35 i have to get ready for work. again its 3:30am#and im full of manic energy#tomorrow is going to be very bad but at least I'll have a semi-clean room
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i think a large chunk of my media taste is just "this has deeply moving & emotional character arcs, but isn't afraid to get a little silly with it"
#like ok we've got. pacific rim obviously. ace attorney. discworld.#steam powered giraffe to some degree? not so much full character arcs there without getting into The Lore but theres specific songs#gideon the ninth gets DARK but also isnt afraid to get a little silly with it#oh!!! our flag means death. for sure#and good omens#theres probably more things that i cant remember off the top of my head#personal#i like it when stories recognize the inherent ridiculousness of being a person#actually not only recognize it but value it
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hand on my stupid heart flashbacks
this is a No One Knows AU & Full Hazmat AU where Danny ended up in the Ghost Zone & didn't go back into the human world initially because he thought he was dead. by the time he realized he is, in fact, at least half alive, he'd already been missing for at least 2 weeks.
will probs never finish homsh sorry. i wrote this a couple years ago in a haze & just haven't been able to finish it because i can't replicate the style, which i find is what i love about this fic the most. it wouldn't be the same without it.
posting the flashback introsーwhich are meant to be read between chapters/the actual plot, starting after chapter 1ーcuz fuck it. excuse typos & shit, i never properly edited it, as i forgot it existed immediately after i wrote it
original description of homsh: Danny Fenton has officially been missing for over a year. Maddie & Jack Fenton refuse to give up on their son. Sick and tired of the police running them in circles, and the case getting colder by the day, the Fentons turn to their last resortーPhantom.
800~ words (full unfinished fic is 20k~)
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When Danny woke up surrounded by thick, green fog, and couldn’t breathe without swallowing heavy air that was more like water than anything, he was sure he was dead. The portal glowed behind him, illuminating the pitch darkness around him in soft, yellow, warm light.
He almost went back.
Almost.
He was dead. His parents were ghost hunters. They had drilled into his head from the moment he was born that he could never, ever panic in death. That he would accept it. That he would not be scared. So he would be prepared to be brave in the face of death and would not become a ghost.
He panicked. He did not accept it. He was terrified. And so he woke up in the Ghost Zone.
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Danny went back through the portal when he saw some ectopuses acting… strange. Like they had an idea in their heads. Like they had a plan.
Which was weird, with animal ghosts. He had only been in the Ghost Zoneーmom and dad called it that, he rememberedーfor a couple weeks. Or, he had already been there for two weeks. Or maybe time worked differently and he was there five minutes, or four years orー
The ectopuses went through the portal and, despite everything, Danny went after them.
While he was busy reeling at being home, the ectopuses immediately attacked dad. Danny was horrified. Jack was overwhelmed. Danny stepped in, in a moment fueled by sheer adrenaline and stupidity, snatching a Fenton Thermos™ off a shelf and releasing his shaky invisibility. The ectopuses didn’t stand a chance. And when they were safely in the Thermos, he slowly turned around to dad, ready for the confrontation. Ready for the “what happened to you?” and the “where have you been?” and the “we’ve missed you”.
Dad scrambled to shoot at him.
Danny fled.
His parents didn’t recognize him.
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The Lunch Lady attacked when Danny was mourning Halloween.
He’d waited all year. He made a costume that summer. He wouldn’t get to go trick or treating with Sam and Tucker this year. Or any year. For the rest of his lifeーor existence. Whatever.
The Lunch Lady appeared in the school and demanded in straight fury, “Who changed the menu?”
Everyone pointed at Sam.
Danny hadn’t known just how powerful ghosts could be. His parents never told him the specifics. Just that they were dangerous.
This ghost grew and her aura hit him like a hurricane, almost physically pushing him back. It was so strong that the students in the Casper High cafeteria seemed to feel it too.
The Lunch Lady was a much harder opponent than the ectopuses. She levitated meat. She used it as a weapon, and seemed to bring it back to life. She created weird meat creatures that grew sharp teeth and claws out of bones. They were mindless, attacking everything that got too close to the ghost. Danny would have run away without hesitation, if Sam hadn’t been in the crossfire.
Danny fought the Lunch Lady. It was a long struggle, but he caught her in the thermos after over an hour. When he turned to Sam and Tuckerーboth of whom he had to save due to Tucker trying to jump into the fightーall three of them bloody and bruised, he cringed. But a part of him hoped. Desperately.
Surely they would know him on sight.
“Wh-what are you?” Sam gasped at him finally.
Danny flinched as if she had struck him. “J-just… your friendly neighbourhood phantom.”
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Danny didn’t know what possessed him. Oh. Pun not intended.
He just barely caught the Fentons leaving in the GAV, dragging suitcases behind them. He couldn’t help himself. What on Earth were they doing?
They were going to Vlad Master’s mansion for their college reunion.
It was a whole thing. But something was off. Besides all the adults reminiscing about the 80’s.
Danny sensed ghosts immediately but he couldn’t see anything. Unfortunately for him, Vlad could also sense him. It was two days of Danny staying invisible, and Vladーthe halfa? Is that what Danny is?ーtrying to kill Jack. Somehow, Danny managed to fight off Vlad, not turn back, and without the Fentons getting hurt. His secret intact.
VladーPlasmius, also learned about Phantom. And Vlad hated him. The manーghostーwhatever, seemed to only care about one thingーpossession. Of money. Of things. Of people. He was more ghost than Danny had ever seen. Vlad’s obsession was overwhelming.
Danny couldn’t believe someone so much like himself could be so disturbing.
#danny phantom#danny phantom au#danny phantom fanfiction#you know that gif of the wailing emoji dissolving? :Why:?#yeah that's what i do every time i remember i never finished HOMSH while i still had the style in my brain#feel free to steal this idea. please steal this idea. please write it i wanna see this idea so bad but im already writing another 100k+ fic#if y'all want me to post the full fic i can but. it is not finished & most likely never will be. sorry again#i won't lie. the haze i was in was a depressed one. i was. not in a good place At All when i wrote HOMSH#like the only part i remember actually writing was the panic attack scene & that's just barely#i reread the whole fic in the middle of the night months later while listening to Implode Alright by Built by Snow on repeat#yeah i cried. this one is funny but mostly it's just. mourning. grief. the works. it's a vent fic & also a. kind of. wishful fic#like. don't you just wish death wasn't so permanent. don't you wish you could tell them everything you wish you could#don't you wish you could just see them again#i'm actually writing this into a bigger ventier series currently called Let Grief Do Its Work#cuz i rewatched LUCIDS again recently & remembered what HOMSH was originally about. why i was writing it#i'm not calling it HOMSH cuz. HOMSHie is my baby. it's its own thing & i don't wanna ruin the vibes#reluctantly admitting i call an unfinished fanfic i don't remember writing... HOMSHie baby... in my head#yeah i have a cute nickname for my fic. what of it#it's 5am & i think i'll throw up if i think any more about posting unfinished unedited pieces of a fic so i'm going for it. cowabunga#go into the world. get your 2 notes you beautiful animal#*passes out*
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It's funny how omegaverse started as this fringe weird as fuck thing some people did in fanfics, but the joke's on me because not only does its basic form completely appeal to my erotic tastes, actually, but it has truly become a very fascinating genre to me.
I'm sure someone in an American university doing gender studies is writing their thesis on this somewhere. Because it is such an interesting playfield for commentary, caricature and subversion on gender roles and on the position of potential child-bearing individuals in society, and how could this be structured if it were made 10 times more obvious, or how would we cope with it in a supposedly egalitarian society, and how can we make this man experience mysogyny, etc. And it reflects beautifully all of the fears, anxieties, and fantasies people with the potential to bear children, or perceived as such, can have. And the revolt, utopias, or reclamation that they want to express about it.
There is nothing inherently bad or even inherently anything about it as a whole, because people have created such unique things within the framing of this genre, and I find it incredibly entertaining and intellectually stimulating.
#A/B/O#omegaverse#there's an ABO Stucky fic I read many years ago and lost#which I can't get out of my head#and it was the cutest fluffiest most heart-warming thing ever#and I'm not huge on fluff#but gosh was it good#it was pure indulgence to the max full comfort blankets and hot chocolate fic ever and it ruled#can't even remember if there was on-screen sex in the end#anyway#people voting omegaverse on that poll have no curiosity and no knowledge they are like little babies#/lh#unrelated but my neighbours down on the streets are SCREAMING for the sake of screaming again and it's been 2h and I want to kill them
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There’s something rotten in Acmetropolis.
Chances are you haven’t seen it, most go their whole lives without noticing or being touched by it. Well, at least not directly.
It’s not your fault, of course. Acmetropolis is big and bright and bustling, its citizens crisscrossing the city and weaving into each others' lives not unlike a tapestry. Their rich lives make up the heart of Acmetropolis, vibrant and flashy and pulsing. The post-meteor cleanup was backbreaking, but the speed at which they rebuilt the city could only be attributed to the testament of their ingenuity, resilience, and most importantly, hope at putting the pieces back together after the catastrophe.
Here’s the problem though: Acmetropolis was rebuilt with that rot festering in the city’s foundation.
The meteor didn’t just wipe out most of the city, you see, it wiped out the governance of it as well. The early rebuilding of government wasn’t so much a democracy and more of who was willing and able and powerful and ruthless enough to come into that vacuum–although they quickly learned to hide the blood on their hands. No one was privy to the marriage of power and money and secrets that were traded behind close doors, the whispers and handshakes that sealed the rebuilding of Acmetropolis. No, most of its citizens were too busy mourning their losses and digging through the wreckage for a semblance of their old lives, for a shred of hope buried deep under the rubble and claimed by the earth.
So for years the rot remained unchecked. Crime families with their illicit activities and armed forces willing to look the other way and politicians in their suits backing them and sitting down to a family dinner with the same people. The rot continued to grow.
No, the Loonatics don’t know about it. Why would they?
Here’s the thing about rot though: even if you don’t notice it, it festers. Until eventually, one day, it all comes crumbling down…
#loonatics unleashed#anywayyy some worldbuilding ideas that I've had for a while now#probably will never write out a full fic but it's fun to flesh things out again#in my head this conflict would set up season 3#my fics#my ficlets#genuinely can't remember what tag I used for these lmao
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To be honest the dialogue in twd is absolute ass sometimes but the actors deliver their lines with so much conviction that it kinda slips by. You yell that convoluted sentence with your whole cunt, girl.
#this post was sitting in my drafts for months but a line from Fear made me remember it again#''I will do what you tried to do to me only I won't miss''#translation: I will succeed where you failed but I won't fail#yeah bitch the floor here is made of floor#also for context nobody ''missed''. The thing he tried to do was shove him into a room full of walkers#and he did. successfully#he just somehow didn't fucking die or get a single scratch on him#this show is getting way more entertaining as it goes along but it's still stupid#also thinking bout ''we are the walking dead'' ''no we aint'' ''no you're right we aint''#thanks for shitting on Rick's metaphor dude. that was almost poignant.#and ''we got one enemy. we aint the walking dead'' ok slay I guess those two statements were related. vaguely. I think.#sorry kinda roasting Daryl specifically here. He's not the worst offender these are the only lines I can think of off the top of my head rn#also a LOT of the dialogue is interchangable between characters.#Daryl's ''Jimmy'' story in his spinoff was just a Negan monologue. hell Rick could even have told it.#they would have said it differently but again that's down to the actors.#all of this is light hearted ofc#I mean all that really matter is I'm Having A Good Time#twd#ftwd
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