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cult-of-the-eye · 6 months

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Here's a thought...what if Martin Kartin Blackwood looked like super fucking scary. What if you go into the institute and you see like a 6"4 huge man bustling around with sparkly nail polish and a pride pin and he's scowling and then he offers you tea and comforts you after you have your statement and you're like oh ok I'm not gonna get beaten up by a massive gay man.

A second thought (I know shocking)...an amiable enough looking Jonathan Sims, you look at him and you sort of think yeah I'd tell that guy one of my deepest secrets, he looks kinda decent and then you sit down in the chair opposite and his features sort of sharpen and stand rigid against his face and his eyes narrow dangerously and it happened so quickly that you cant even imagine how you ever thought you could trust him but the words are flowing out and you can't seem to stop them.

#I dunno #maybe I'm sleep deprived #but characters that don't necessarily look like the vibe they give off are just as interesting as characters who do #thats not to say i adore soft martin kartin blackwoods #and sharp looking jonathan sims #but i think the other way round would be nice as well #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood #jmart #tma jon #tma martin #tma fanart #jonathan sims fanart #martin blackwood fanart

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neonstatic · 1 year

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i wanted to turn a cardigan into a cloak. all i needed to know for now was to undo the stitch from the sleeve's armpit down to the hem. except my fuzzy ass brain unstitched half a shoulder right to the collar. don't ask me how i did that. i woke up from that mistake and did the other side properly but this one... i'd have to sew it back and to do it well i need to use a machine and idk how 😭

#ray says #hopefully my seamstress friend will help me! it'd 10 minutes top just to align the seams and stitch em back together #im so upset like it couldnt have been an easier task. and somehow i fumbled it #sometimes it feels like my head's full of cotton and i can't think straight. but i think i am.#i feel like i'm legit losing brain cells the way i can't do basic shit #maybe i'm sleep deprived

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moongothic · 5 months

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WAIT WAIT WAIT HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE

So normally we only get fullblown, extended and dedicated flashbacks for heroic characters in One Piece, the characters who we're meant to root for. The literal only TRUE exception we've had to this rule was Big Mom's flashback. Even fucking Doflamingo's flashback was tied to Law and Rosinante's

So the fact that we haven't gotten a single fucking GLIMPSE at Crocodile's backstory is?!?

Like sure, we haven't gotten like a Moria flashback, but you know, he literally told us all we needed to know himself, AND we got to see glimpses of him in the Wano flashbacks. Arlong didn't get a flashback of his own, but he did get to cameo in Fisher Tiger's flashback. And Rob Fucking Lucci got a flashback that was 6 whooping panels long

BUT CROCODILE?? Not only do we know almost Fuck All about his story, but also have never gotten as much as a glimpse at it? But his backstory has been HINTED and TEASED at multiple times??

GUYS. FELLAS

Like. I am SURE the "Full Backstories for Heroes Only" rule is going to get broken again, but with Imu and Blackbeard already there just BEGGING to have their beans spilled, can we even be sure Sir Fucking Crocodile is somehow going to become A Villain So Dangerous To The Narrative that he ALSO should also recieve a Full Fucking Backstory?? For his Nefarious Schemes?? AT THIS POINT??

Y'all

I think it's more likely Oda's been saving up Croc's backstory because it might just completely recontextualize his entire character

#CROCODAD REAL?!#UNIRONICALLY #Sir Crocodile #Crocodad #Crocomom #OP Meta #Moon posting #Sleep Deprivation opened my third fucking eye I can see the fucking Matrix #Unironically this is the thing that has pushed me back into actually believing in Crocodad despite the timeline #Because I genuinely can not imagine how else Crocodile could be turned into an (anti) hero if it's not Crocodad #And I can not imagine his villanous schemes needing a backstory to explain them at this point- not over BB and Imu #And I mean sure maybe we could get three whole Extended Villian Backstories for Imu Blackbeard and Croc #But I just feel like it'd be so unnececary #Because there is no fucking way Crocodile is going to become The Ultimate Villian of the Story again #Not without some Darth Vader bullshit happening #But since he's supposed to be based on Wagnas from Romancing SaGa 2 and Wagnas wanted to SAVE the world #Look I have a whole different post about that waiting in my drafts I'll post it later #Point is!! I can't imagine him becoming The Final Villian!! Not at all!!#Also yes there are characters like Mihawk who have like histories etc that I'm sure many people would love to learn about #The only difference is that we've never gotten as much as a hint at what kind of a backstory Mihawk might have #Meanwhile Crocodile Having A History is something that's been hinted at every arc he's appeared in pre-timeskip #Like we KNOW he has a story we just don't know what it is

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sleepdeprivedvigilante · 9 months

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I am in desperate need of a Spiderman/Batman crossover fic (Based on Dark matter by mysterycyclone) but instead of Tim and Duke being his main friends or dick and Jaso finding him on the Secidn chapter, I need one where he goes to gotham academy with damian, maybe Jon and maps or who knows, I mean Damian is 14-15 in comics rn? (depending) and Peter could be 15-16, while Duke is 2 or 3 years older than them both, so maybe they're in gotham prep and stuff.

Like:

Damian, got told to interact with his peers, seeing Peter as the most competent inteligent-wise: Your academic achievements are not as dumb as the rest of our peers.

Peter slightly freaked out but curious: Thanks I guess?

Damian: *nods* I'm glad to FIDN someoene smart here.

After a while of being friends and relaxing more, this trio of idiots

Peter: Working on this is goign to make me go insane- *bangs head against notebook, Witha concussion, and sleep deprived*

Duke: Man need any help? Maybe if you got some rest by the manor-

Damian: You woudlnt have such a headache if you Didn't bang your head agaidnt the wall parker. But go on, it's a least slightly amusing.

Peter:*slightly joking* Hey man fuck you-

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mirokuna-hime · 11 months

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Yo what if Dazai did his whole speech in ch 101 not because he thought he is gonna kill Chuuya or intended to deceive fyodor, but because Dazai thinks he is gonna die.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #soukoku #nakahara chuuya #osamu dazai #don't take this seriously #I'm sleep deprived and tipsy and might delete kn tze morning #it has been so long since I read 101 #maybe dazais grand plan was just putting his faith in other people #and staying alive and annoying enough to keep fyodor busy #i think this would be neat...a neat lesson? that he can put trust in people even tho they don't follow his 200% foolproof masterplan #forgot to tag ratman #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #almost clicked on the fyodor dostoyevsky smut tag lol #also thinking about how goodbye was possibly code for chuuya to understand...and goodbye was rl osamu dazais unfinished book #also I don't think that he will die still

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rillils · 7 months

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written for round 5 @stuckybingo, square I5 - Looking after each other wordcount: 1411 pairing: Steve/Bucky additional tags: fluff, kidfic, general silliness, slice of life, dorks in love, dorks in love + their baby

Steve never believed in sunscreen, no matter how many times he got the hide scorched off of him. Used to just sit there and let the sun fry his skin, seemingly content to suffer through all the pretty stages of a sunburn, the blistering and the peeling, the stinging and the itching.

The serum just gave his stubborn ass one more excuse to walk outside in all his dumb, unprotected glory.

“You know it’ll have healed by tomorrow anyway,” he would shrug in the face of Bucky’s reasonable worry. But oh, how he’d hiss and cuss through gritted teeth, Later That Same Day, when Bucky inevitably wound up spreading cool aloe over his poor, neon-bright shoulders, the shade of them a hot raw pink that’d probably get them both sued by Mattel sooner or later.

“Fuck. Fuck. I always forget how bad it gets. How do I always forget how bad it gets.”

And it would take a herculean effort for Bucky to refrain from saying ‘I told you so’, but refrain he would; he’d simply smooth his aloe-covered fingers down to the small of Steve’s back, where the tan line made his creamy-pale asscheeks stand out like two (somewhat flabbergasted) halves of a moon, and he’d lean over to whisper-kiss a fond, “Dumbass”, against the crown of Steve’s head.

* It was fatherhood that flipped that particular switch for Steve.

Already within the first few weeks of her life, Sarah Barnes-Rogers managed a colossal feat which several people, including her very own namesake, had been fruitlessly attempting for no less than a century: knock some sense into her father.

That summer, they brought their five-month-old baby to the beach for the first time, and suddenly Steve’s baseline shifted from a glaring zero, to at least three separate bottles of sunscreen tucked in his backpack at all times – and he wielded them as dramatically and determinedly as King Arthur pulling his sword from the Stone.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Bucky teased while Steve re-applied lotion on their daughter, and then himself, for the third time in one morning, the delicate scent of coconut wrapped around them like a gentle cloud.

“Protection is important,” retorted his husband, always 101% ready to rise to the challenge, even when it was ridiculous degrees outside and the average human felt distinctly like warm ice cream oozing, slow and tragic, towards an indecorous end on a sizzle-hot curb. Sarah wriggled excitedly in his lap, her pudgy little body slippery like a newborn dolphin.

“Important for you, too? Really? I thought you were gonna heal by tomorrow anyway.”

Steve glared at him, mouth pouting with growing intensity within the neatly groomed frame of his beard.

“We lead by example,” he said petulantly, and since he couldn’t exactly stomp away – at least not with all the dramatic flair required by such indignity as Bucky was willfully subjecting him to – he settled for looking away instead, fixing the hat over Sarah’s ears to keep his hands occupied. Stubborn, mulish smartass. Bucky was sure he’d never loved him quite so ardently as he did in that moment.

He leaned between their loungers and smacked the loudest kiss on Steve’s coconut-scented cheek, not bothering (oh, not too much) to hide his smug grin. “Good.”

*

Now, all things considered, it’s no wonder that Sarah’s grown to be such a sunscreen enthusiast.

The second they hit the beach, she wants nothing better than for Papa to help her get coated in the stuff, from head to wiggly toe; and once the procedure is complete, she’ll scuttle off at lightning speed, drop to the ground, and – to Bucky’s endless horror – roll about until she’s got every bit of her greased-up self nice and caked in sand. Sand which they'll still find sprinkled in every corner, crease and crinkle of every towel, bag and piece of clothing they own for a couple of months at least, but what is parenthood if not self-sacrifice?

Before she gets to that, though, Sarah has her own self-appointed job to do.

She plucks the bottle from Steve’s hand and, as per their private ritual, manhandles him into lying on his belly, announcing with her sweet, recently tooth-gapped smile, “I’ll do your back!”

Steve always indulges her with a smile of his own, and lets her climb onto the small of his back, ready to surrender himself to Sarah’s loving, if somewhat fierce ministrations.

For once, though, she doesn’t simply smear the lotion around with her usual excitement. On the contrary, she holds the bottle up and squeezes it meticulously, her brow scrunched up in concentration as she works with slow, strangely deliberate moves.

It’s only after a minute or so that Bucky really sees what she’s trying to do; and by then, her masterpiece is all but complete. The sight of it makes his heart clench with unexpected fondness.

“Daddy! Daddy, can you take a picture? I wanna show Papa, please!”

He takes one look at her hopeful little face, at the blond curls falling over her eyes, the sun-kissed freckles already crowding the bridge of her nose so early in the summer, and there’s no way in hell he’d ever even dream of saying no.

“’Course, baby,” he says, reaching for his phone with no further ado.

“Show me what?” Steve pipes up, twisting his neck to try and peek over his shoulder. “What’re you guys doing back there?”

“Nuh-uh,” Bucky tuts, pushing Steve’s head back down to rest atop his crossed arms, “you stay put for a second, doll. Can’t ruin this shot. Alright, here we go.” The camera clicks softly, once. “Hm. Nope.” Twice. “Eh– almost.” Thrice. “Ha! There. Perfect.”

He helps Sarah down from her perch on Steve’s back, very, very careful not to smudge her precious work, then hands her the smartphone. “Go ahead, baby, show Papa what a good job you did.”

In her eagerness, Sarah all but shoves the phone right in Steve’s face, with a squeal of “Pa! Look, look!”, watching him expectantly.

It’s there, on the screen, that Steve finally gets to see it. A message just for him, spanning almost his entire back, spelling, in Sarah’s wonky six-year-old handwriting, “I LOVE YOU PA ♥”, big squiggly heart included.

Steve doesn’t breathe for three whole seconds; and when he starts again, it’s with a soft, awestruck, “Oh.”

And it might be the stark light, or the warm breeze, or the scent of ocean salt in the air, but when he props himself up on his elbows to look at their daughter, his eyes have a familiar, watery shine to them. One of his strong arms wraps around Sarah’s middle and pulls her in, and he plants a kiss on her forehead, smiling all the while. “Love you too, munchkin. It’s beautiful, thank you so much.”

“Yah!”

Satisfied with the feedback, Sarah can finally run off to fulfill her destiny as a pocket-size sand monster. Steve gazes adoringly after her, then lifts his big, gleaming puppy eyes on Bucky, looking about as lovestruck as Bucky’s ever seen him in the last ninety-five years or so.

“Buck,” he says, soft and just, just on the cusp of choked up. How anyone ever thought they could teach this guy not to wear his heart on his sleeve, Bucky’ll never understand.

“Yeah, big guy. I know. I know,” he soothes, hovering close to place a sympathetic kiss on the swell of Steve’s bicep. “Listen, I’m gonna ask a dumb question here.”

Steve blinks up at him, curious.

“Do you maybe want me to fix your back for you, so you don’t actually burn to a crisp?”

And see, the truth is, he already knows the answer. He knows it with even greater certainty when Steve sinks his face in the crook of his own elbow, half laughing, half groaning, and a hundred percent utterly defeated.

Of course not. Of course he’s gonna lie directly in the nearest sunbeam, and let himself bake there until the words are branded onto his skin, pale white on Barbie-box pink, no matter how short-lived they’ll be.

“Yep. Called it.” He gives Steve’s bicep a gentle pat-pat, knowing that in about ten hours, even that will make Steve hiss with unrepentant, self-inflicted pain - and possibly loving him just that wee bit more for this tiniest of derring-do’s. “I’ll make sure to grab some more aloe on our way home.”

#stuckybingo #stucky #rillers scribbles #i like to call this one 'SCREAM SCREAM' or alternatively #'i don't know what i'm doing'#idk i looked at it for so long that eventually it stopped making sense lmao #(says lmao but is actually in despair)#i think maybe there was something else i wanted to say but i'm forgetting #in my defense i'm dizzy and sleep-deprived??#agsdjashjskdh help how do you human

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strayrainbow · 6 months

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For the DTIYS by @ladylunora !!!

It was really fun, Thank you for the challenge!

#I haven't done lineart in Years and colouring is so difficult right now. Still not super happy with it.#I'll probably end up messing with it more but for now it's kinda gotta be done #I'll post alternatives when I'm less sleep deprived. Maybe #hlvrai #hlvrai gordon #hlvrai benrey #fan art #my art #first almost finished piece in A While #why r colours sp harrrrdddd #I may also have 2 other pieces and an animation that I definitely won't get done in time #or even anytime soon #but the dtiys has done something to me and im Inspired #benculavanfeetmanDTIYS #frenrey #half life vr but the ai is self aware #please look at the hands i tried so hard #but not too close. dont look at the mess pls and thx

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why-the-heck-not · 8 days

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truly my best brain time is in the middle of the night caffeine & sugar rush. I think I just understood math, like some part of the general pattern of math if that makes sense. something clicked somewhere in my brain and I felt it

#idk this might sound like a sleep deprived caffeine up god complexed person's rambles bc that's 100% what it is #(it's vector & matrices I'm at currently bc got some algorithms to figure out and explain how those would apply to deal with EEG-data #in practice and I think I got like the basic thing that idk how to put into words; like the connections etc.)#I think it helped to have that EEG-data there to think things through with bc some context is always nice #I suck at just purely theoretical math #anyways feeling great & maybe I'm not the dumbest person on this earth after all #april 2024 #2024

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almost-correct-quotes · 4 months

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hc: sweets is also southern, but them and law still make fun of each others' accents because "mine's different"

#maybe they're from oklahoma and he's from texas. for the real drama #or vice versa idk #law's accent sounds like most folks i've met in texas but idk how different it is from oklahoma's accent #i'm sleep deprived #reverie audios #reverieaudios #law fuller #reverie audios sweets #reverie audios law

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bread-tab · 1 year

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"stop making [media] your whole personality"

ah... okay. yes. so.

first off:

there's this neurodivergent thing, where you use an interest as a filter for processing the world.

for some people that is called a "special interest," for others with different needs it is more of a "hyperfixation;" there are far more variations than i (or the field of psychology) know how to describe now. if you want to understand the difference there are people who can explain those variations better than me. but i can tell you what it feels like.

you discover something.

it doesn't matter what it is; you find something that speaks to you, something you can connect to, and it becomes a bubble of safe habitat from which you can rest from and explore and connect to all the other parts of this strange chaotic world.

a source of joy. a source of illumination.

it's like you're a person who has lived all their life in dark caves and you find something that glows.

these interests can be anything.

(literally anything; i personally derive meanings that you could never imagine from ✨ drainage ditches. ✨)

but very often, they are stories. tv shows, books, movies, comics, songs, podcasts, minecraft improv streams, cartoons, web serials, whatever

these things are:

tangible. you can hold them in your hands, replay them, turn on the subtitles, take screenshots, read the sheet music

and yet

real. they form a genuine connection from your (isolated, untranslatable) internal world to other (formerly unknowable) people and the rest of the universe

they create meaningfulness

and they exist because humans find these incredibly effective soul-deep ways of communicating to one another.

now, appreciating stories, that's not a neurodivergent thing. that's a human thing.

the point of relevance here is that experiencing an extreme love for stories is a neurodivergent thing.

it's a very common neurodivergent trait which often gets mocked, portrayed as childish, and used as a pretext for infantilization and bullying.

(and it is also a trait of young people in general, to take stories very seriously in a way that looks silly to adults, and that is something that many people (regardless of age) try to bully out of each other.

what good is that doing anyone?)

"stop making [x] your whole personality"

listen, you. get down off that goddamn embankment and climb down into this ditch with me. dip your toes in this oily water. watch the stars and city lights ripple into constellations you've never seen

now look me in the eye

you need to understand that no matter what lowbrow, cringey, problematic or otherwise not-to-your-tastes drivel you might be complaining about today,

you are talking about the phenomenon of creativity

you are talking about a transcendent catalyst of human emotion

and yes that includes the overmilked disney franchises, it includes the formulaic shippy fanfictions, it includes whatever brightly-colored cartoon this website is obsessed with this year (and will be having incredibly dramatic meltdowns over next year), it includes the cheesy action movies and the fanservicey anime and the badly-designed video games and the milquetoast tiktok "literature", it includes the indistinguishable scribbles of some random five-year-old and/or famous fine artist and/or precocious elephant

i get it. you care about real life and touching grass and shit. you have taste. just take the stilts off your horse for a second, okay?

i know you're probably sick of "let people like things" discourse

i would just like for you to stop for a second and take a deep breath, and let the stench of whatever is in this mud puddle wash over you (yeah i know, ew, but you'll be fine) and consider

what is so bad about having a cringey personality, anyway?

and maybe you will think better of making "stop making [some silly moment in the universe] your personality" into your personality and maybe you will come off as a little bit less of a snob/ableist/ass and maybe you will have a slightly better outlook on life among humans.

that's all. yeah you can get out of the gutter now. thank you for coming to my ted talk—

ooh wait, look, a bottle cap

#''let people like things'' is not enough #let people find joy in the mundane stupid shit of life goddamn you #rant #*waves hands inarticulately* your sprouts!#protect your sprouts #idk if i'm making sense #i failed literature 101 three times for this #fuck it #maybe this is the semester i go back and pass that goddamn class #long post #actuallyautistic #adhd feels #neurodivergent breadtab #ableism #and that thing i don't know what to call it #where the intellectuals and the anti-intellectuals are fighting and it makes my head hurt because they're both missing part of the picture #and for me that part whatever it is it's foundational #sleep deprived #i have more to say about drainage btw #unfortunately it's more of a ''rotating in my mind'' kind of interest so it might not #make sense #per se #however i could probably get more poetic about this considering the thing I'm rotating in my mind is the sum and substance of how #humanity intersects with the water cycle of the entire earth #in summary: woder

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reverieaudios · 2 months

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It's like 5 am and I haven't slept yet and I need to be up soon for a doctor's appointment where they're gonna take pictures of my inside bits and if they don't let me take these pictures home to frame on my wall I'll be very grumpy

#maybe if I'm sleep deprived enough I won't be nervous #although I also might cry if I'm past sleepy and go into tired territory #usually I'd ask someone to pay me or at least woo me before I let them see all that #but what can ya do

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dramatic-delirium · 1 month

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AU where Howl is considered Spiderman because his house is filled with them.

By Howl I mean Mr Howell Jenkins who owns a castle that can float.

By them I mean spiders. He houses spiders. The absolute madman. No particular reason, he just likes them. (And how they fix their webs even if you ruin them forever, which is cute but also I do not have the stomach to have spiders crawling around in my bedroom my guy)

Also he has no noticable powers, nor actual responsibilities tbh. He's Spiderman like how spider-therapist is Spiderman.

He's is not contacted by Spider society because Miguel is jealous of him sustaining a family in another universe doesn't like anomalies. Howl knows of Spider-verse and all but is, as always, an unbothered icon.

Nothing different happens.

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trans-queen-administrator · 10 months

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Shatterbird is a monster who delights in being feared and massacring cities, but she's also a poor little meow meow who I love dearly. Like her backstory is so damn sad, she got dosed with a Cauldron vial against her will, and in her pain from getting powers she Screamed, exploding and shattering all the glass and sand in the United Arab Emirates. Y'know, the place thats 80% desert.

So she probably killed hundreds of thousands of people in a situation entirely out of her control, and I highly doubt she got forgiven for it in the slightest or that she was given any sort of understanding. She was almost certainly being hunted down and portrayed as a monster to the media, a ruthless killer who had no remorse over destroying a country, and who would hear her out? Who would consider that she never wanted this or that she could be redeemed? She was entirely on her own from the moment she got her powers, and she went to London most likely to hide, only to have to lash out again when she was found and cause another disaster, so she fled again to the USA, only to get recruited by the Slaughterhouse 9 because she can't catch a break. Do you think she had already begun to slip and become the monster she was painted as by that point? Did anyone reach out and give her human connection? Or was she alone and isolated and feared, with some serial killer nominating her to join their gang because they think she's a monster like them and she can't exactly say no. And at the end of it all, when she got through all the tests and had her morals slowly drip away, she had to personally murder the other surviving candidate to survive and join the S9. I know this is like 80% guesswork already but I like to imagine that maybe the other candidate was her only companion and friend, even if it isn't though it's still a lovely showing of how she's finally become the monster she's believed to be, finally a murderer by choice.

Shatterbird at the time we see her is a monster, one of the most despicable and terrifying characters in the text, and I just love the implication that she was innocent at first. Her only choices after getting her powers were to keep getting worse or die, and she chose the only option she could.

#worm #parahumans #shatterbird #slaughterhouse nine #it's a fucking crime that this backstory isn't in the text #like what the hell wildbow it's so good PUT IT IN THERE #I'll do it my damn self if I have to. I'm zonked out of my mind on sleep deprivation #but hmmmmm maybe I could write a fic showing shatterbird's backstory and slow descent #(has never had a work ethic to write with ever)#ramble #anyway that's all I love Shatterbird #not sure how comprehensible this one is it feels like im just rehashing her backstory but whatever send post

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cupcakewebkinz · 2 months

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I love it when people ask me if I'm okay and I can just say "no" and send them cursed shit like this Dogday in a maid dress with a fucking gun that I found on Roblox this morning

#kai rambles #kais original post #dogday #gun tw #tw gun #even though its obviously fake I can't be too sure huehue #roblox #I regret to inform y'all that I actually gave it a gun because that's actually me btw #I found a dogday in a maid dress on an avatar creator game and I couldn't help myself #maybe one day I'll be a maid dogday for a week for fun #to troll my friends and what not #i'm sleep deprived

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sapphoscompanion · 2 months

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hiii! I'm writing some things about Tsukutabe (the brainrot is real) and i need a little help choosing what to focus on... here are three snippets of future possible fics! What should i write first?

The magnet stuck to the freezer with a satisfying clack. Nomoto clapped her hands. "All done!" she beamed.

Kasuga turned to look at her and shot her a tiny smile. "Same here", she said as she folded the last of their cardboard boxes.

They'd been at it for a week: as soon as they started to put things away, it was time for bed, or, worse, for work. Nomoto was particular about the furniture arrangement, while Kasuga simply went along with her girlfriend's choices, and that usually meant reassuring Nomoto that everything was fine, and that, really, nobody would notice if one of the dishcloths hung a little lower than the others.

"But I want every detail of our new home to be perfect!" Nomoto had said, and Kasuga had simply smiled.

It didn't help that as soon as they were finished with a box, another one would pop out seemingly out of nowhere. Kasuga had almost wanted to put them away in their storage closet without even opening them, but she had endured for Nomoto's sake. She knew she would cherish her memories of them decorating their home together.

"There's still a lot of work to do, though," Nomoto mumbled, resting her hands on her hips and surveying the living room from her spot in the kitchen.

Kasuga frowned. "Don't tell there's another box..."

"Oh, no!" Nomoto apologetically waved her hands in the air. "I meant, look at all this empty space we have to fill," she explained, gesturing toward the area next to Kasuga, near the window.

For a moment they stood still, while they both realised they had very different opinions about "emptiness". Kasuga thought it was a perfectly fine way to keep your living space: it was tidy, convenient to clean, and peaceful. Nomoto thought it was sad, like there was something missing, a hole that could be filled with colours, tiny cutesy objects, and maybe even new kitchen appliances.

"Let's go buy something from the store, then," Kasuga said

"But we can leave it like that, if you like," Nomoto said at the same time.

***

As the car engine shut down, Kasuga swiftly retrieved her keys, then turned to Nomoto at her left. "Are you okay? We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Nomoto replied with a nervous chuckle, and her grip on the safety belt tightened.

"I'm serious, Nomoto-san."

As Nomoto looked Kasuga in the eye, she saw only earnestness and care. Oh, how lucky she was to have met her, she thought.

"I just don't understand how you're so calm and I'm the one sweating... it's you that's meeting my parents, after all," she managed to say.

Kasuga put a gentle hand on Nomoto's thigh. "You should know by now. I'm not calm at all."

***

Sayama squealed.

Time stopped as everyone in the room turned to look at her, and she and Nomoto had to apologise several times before their coworkers resumed their hustle as usual.

Sayama scooted closer to Nomoto and whispered energetically: "You kissed?!"

"Yeah..." Nomoto mumbled, looking at her hands while she felt warmth creep up her ears and cheeks.

Sayama clapped (once, slowly and being careful not to make any noise) and cheered for her (whispering, without making sudden movements). "Ah, Nomoto-san, that's amazing!"

Nomoto nodded.

"You know, that means you're one step closer to..."

Nomoto's eyes widened as she looked up to her friend. "No! Stop, Sayama-san! Please, do not finish that sentence."

"Why?" Sayama asked, cocking her head to the side.

Nomoto sighed. "Even simply... kissing... was a great deal for both her and me. We're taking things slow, one at a time."

"Ah, I understand," Sayama nodded solemnly, "not at all like those lesbian movies you watch."

"Exactly."

Sayama rubbed her chin, and looked in the distance. "Still... have you ever desired to...?"

A tiny "eh?" was all that Nomoto managed to say. But Sayama didn't seem to realise the weight of her question.

#tsukutabe #tsukuritai onna to tabetai onna #she loves to cook and she loves to eat #thank you to anyone who would kindly help me #my brain is telling me to write all of them at the same time so...#another option would have been to choose randomly #but maybe i can get someone excited about a tsukutabe fic coming?#idk it's midnight at the moment and i'm sleep deprived.

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talokanda-forever · 8 months

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Beautiful Tenoch

Playing a sexy bad ass

Yet still very soft

#maybe i shouldn't attempt to write a haiku when i've worked 12 hours and i'm sleep deprived but still have tenoch on the brain 🤔#tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #jose tenoch huerta mejia #walking vengeance

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