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starpirateee · 2 months

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www.tumblr.com/sleepless-in-starbucks/744084849385766912/guy-whos-stuck-in-a-timeloop-for-so-long-he-stops UHHHH this is so Ted coded to me. do what you want with it :3

Oh wow, yeah, that is an awesome prompt, I'm so behind that! hope you like what I did with it :)

Every day was the same. Ted realised that some weeks in, when history literally started to repeat itself. People started having the same conversations with him, and he started picking up on the ways to respond that didn’t end in a spiral of confusion.

He was dead. He thought he’d figured out that much.

Over the last days, his mind had started piecing itself together, and he came to realise what was happening, bit by gruelling bit. In the morning, he awoke in pain. Sometimes in his neck, most of the time in his chest. The worst of them kept him pinned for a while before he could force himself to work through them. That was the first thing he wondered about. Where the pain had come from, and how he could go about stopping it.

The day the flashes started was the day he truly realised that he may be dead. That this was no more than a sick, twisted purgatory, designed around what used to be his day-to-day.

The flashes came much without warning, and they were the only thing that was different about the endless repeat of the day. The environment around him was strangely pristine, but the flashes showed him the mess swept under the carpet. Death. Rebirth. A knife, dripping in blood.

Every time, he was just trying to get by, to ignore everything that was the same. Maybe he was trying to get lunch, or taking a break on a bench somewhere. Every time, the world would flicker like a dodgy bulb in a subway station, and he was once again faced with the blood, the death, the unexplainable pain.

Eventually, even that became something he got used to.

After that, he stopped trying to fight the loop. If every day was going to be some flavour of the same thing, then he was just going to roll with it. It always took less effort to resist than to fight, after all, and this pristine nothing world where nobody ever experienced anything new wasn’t… So bad, all things considered.

“Are you fucking crazy? You’ve been saying that for a week now, what the hell’s going on?”

“A week? What're you talking about?”

Ted became an expert on hiding his fear, Those few weeks of being trapped in this endless hell began melting into days he’d long since lost the energy to care about. He stopped counting after about four and a half weeks. His mind lost the capacity to keep track at some point, and he never bothered to try and get it back. Every day he counted felt more like another line scraped into the wall of a prison cell. A pointless count for an exit that would never come.

Death row felt a lot different when the only conclusion was that he’d died a long time ago.

It got to the point where the only thing that changed at all was the colour of Ted’s ensemble. Blue shirt. Grey trousers. Brown trousers. Olive shirt. A collection of vaguely hideous ties, one after the other and then over again.

He kept track of things that way. No matter where he crashed or fell asleep at the end of the day, he always woke up to the shrill tones of his alarm, in his bed, with more of the same awaiting him. The only memories he could keep track of were associated with what he wore. That shirt was the one he got drunk in when he realised he was trapped. Those shoes were the ones that he’d ran from a swarm of angry wasps in, after he’d kicked their tree enough times to piss them off.

Those tiny changes were the only ones that mattered anymore. Needless to say, he was scared, at least for a while. Even after he stopped trying to escape. Knowing that every day was going to start at exactly the same time, with the same pain like he’d been killed the night before… It was nothing short of daunting.

That’s why he’d hid it. He went about his day like it was the most normal thing in the world. He tried to keep on his mind on the inconsistencies, though they were getting fewer and fewer by the day. One day, he became convinced that there wasn't anything to take note of, that there was no difference in the world.

That didn't make sense to him. Finding the inconsistencies became something of a hobby, and he found some kind of enjoyment in it. Whatever had done this to him had started... Working him out, to say the least. Figuring out that he was looking for something out of the ordinary.

Soon enough, there was only one thing left.

Every day, when he tried to go about his business, there was one man who seemed to be in a different place every time he noticed him. A homeless man, someone he'd normally expect to be in the same place at the same time. But, sometimes, he wasn't there at all, and that confused him more than anything could describe. If everything was supposed to be the same, then why was this strange homeless dude the exception?

No matter what the answer was, he became the only inconsistency in this neverending loop. And that made Ted all the more curious. The next time he managed to catch him, he stopped and made it incredibly obvious that he wasn't going to move until he got some answers. For extra effect, because ‘dramatic bastard’ should've been written on his résumé, he leaned back against the closest wall and folded his arms.

"Hey. You."

The man looked up blearily, and when he realised who was waiting for him- who that voice belonged to- his eyes went wide. "It's you..."

Ted raised an eyebrow. He wasn't quite sure whether he looked like he meant business, but he sure felt like it. "Listen, I've got a question, man." His eyes darted over the stranger. There was a huge part of him saying this guy was just like all the others, he was stuck in the same loop, and this question wouldn't make any fucking sense. But at this point, he couldn't care less what he said, who was listening, or what this random guy would think of him.

After all, it wasn't like any of it actually mattered in the long run. He'd only forget by the time the day reset anyway... "You know something, don't you? About what's going on here?"

He was fully expecting the homeless man to ask for clarification, or to straight up ignore him, but instead, he leaned forwards and seemed to stare into his soul through his body. His eyes glittered with an almost golden hue as the early morning light flooded into the opening of the alleyway they were conversing in. Ted almost felt like shivering. Something wasn't right here...

"You're different," he muttered, in a kind of voice that made Ted believe he hadn't said a word to anyone in years. "You're different, and I think you know it."

"Nah, I'm just like anyone else." But saying that had given him pause for thought. What if he was the same as everyone else? what if they were all experiencing exactly the same thing, but they'd all learned the script by now? His eyes narrowed as he forced himself not to think of that. "What about you, eh? You're not-"

"D'you think I don't know? That I can't... recognise it? You are different. Not like them. You're stuck."

Ted froze. His eyes went wide. For a moment, the world scratched like a broken record, and everything seemed to stop. He knew. This guy knew what was happening to him. Why? And why him?

"... I-I don't know what you're talking about."

The stranger's lips curled into something vaguely reminiscent of a smile. "I can see it on you... And I think you know what I mean."

He did. He just didn't want to admit it. Vague as this man was being, what he was saying did make sense to some degree. He scoffed, trying to act like that hadn't struck a chord and made his heart start racing. "You must be crazy if you think I'm gonna buy that..."

"You'll see."

The next day, just to throw Ted right off the accusatory path, the homeless man was in exactly the same place.

Maybe he had been imagining seeing him at different times in different places. Why would he be? Clearly he was just like anyone else, and Ted truly was alone in this reality.

The way they'd talked yesterday almost gave him the sense to see otherwise. It seemed at the time like he knew things nobody else did, that he could give him answers to the multitude of questions racing around his head.

But evidently, Ted was the crazy one here.

"Hello again.."

That voice- his voice- drew him back to the present. He stopped in his tracks and turned his gaze towards where the voice had come from.

"Wh- again? But I- you're-" he didn't know how to explain the fact that he couldn't feel anything other than relief upon finding out he wasn't the only one. So he cut himself short so to not sound like an idiot.

"I told you, didn't I? I'd recognise it anywhere... You don't look the same as you did last time."

And it was true. His appearance was the only thing he could control, so he did. Even then, it was only some things. A constant repeat of the same day meant that his hair didn't grow, that he never needed to shave... There wasn't a lot that was actually in his control, but god did he take what he could, when he could.

He blinked, trying desperately not to stare at the homeless man. "How the hell d'you know that?"

"This is your loop," he shrugged, as if it was a perfectly normal thing to say. "But, you've never been the only one stuck."

"What, you too, huh? You're stuck here in this endless fuck up too?" For some reason, he took an interest to that. In some twisted way, it was kind of relieving to find someone else. But apparently, this was his loop, so logic would determine that it was his fault. He'd never thought about that before...

"Yes. Maybe... Well, I could be."

"You... Could be?"

"You could go. I could take your place."

"I'm not following. What the hell are you saying?"

"I'm saying you could go live again. Don't you want that?"

The homeless man shifted, pulled himself into standing, and looked Ted in the eye. They were exactly the same height, down to the last inch. Looking at him this way, Ted came to realise that they could almost pass for the same person, if someone didn't bother looking too hard. Besides the obvious difference in eye colour, there wasn't a lot between them at all.

He ran a hand through his hair. He had come to pretty much get used to the repetition of everything, and besides, it had been a long time since he last saw a... Wednesday? Thursday? What day was it even supposed to be right now? "I dunno..."

His attention was turned when the man grabbed his arm, looking at him with desperation shining in his eyes. "Listen, I don't wanna go back... I can't. You gotta say yes, man- you gotta!"

"Huh? Why?"

There wasn't a coherent answer to that question. Ted stared into those golden depths for what felt like a long time, and when his expression didn't falter in the slightest, he sighed. "I don't even know how you'd do that... I tried to get out for, like, two weeks straight, and I couldn't do shit."

"You can't escape by yourself. He'd notice."

"He? Who?"

"... That doesn't matter. You have a chance now, you could get away. Take it."

"What, and you're just gonna take my place?"

This apparently most obvious of questions earned him an enthusiastic nod, but no further clarification on how he was going to go about that. He sized him up again, wondering just how they'd managed to go about their lives as two completely different people who looked that similar.

There had to be a good ten years or more between them, and yet, it almost felt like he was looking in a mirror. The stranger's age showed in a far more obvious way: thick silver streaks peppered his long hair, and despite the unnatural golden shine in his eyes, they were slightly dim, to the point that Ted could clearly imagine what they looked like when he was his age.

"Sure," he resigned eventually, deciding he didn't have the energy to fight, or to question what the hell the golden eyed man was talking about. "If you can actually do that, then what the hell? Might as well make it interesting, huh?"

The grip on his arm was loosened. Instead, the stranger offered his hand out. Ted hesitated for a fraction of a second, and then took his hand to seal the deal. He was still highly sceptical, but he supposed this had gotten strange when this man recognised him for a second time. Nobody had gone that far yet, so for him to call him out for looking different... That was practically unheard of. He'd been so used to this place having a script that an indication of anything else threw him.

Did he know to trust the golden eyed stranger? Could he trust that it wouldn't just land him in exactly the same position the next time he woke up? At this point, did it even matter whether he did or not?

He decided to put this to the test. That night, he scribbled the first thing he could think of onto a post it note, and left it on the mirror in his bathroom. If the timeline did reset, then that note would be gone. That's how this worked, right?

Part of him refused to believe it would work. He was sceptical, maybe a little broken too. Everything had been the same for so long, he physically couldn't comprehend a world where the days moved on, when the linear frame of time was stretched out in front of him again. All things considered, this hadn't been so bad! At least it wasn't 2004...

Chance made Ted fortunate that night. When he woke up the next morning, the first thing he did was check the bathroom for his post it note. Immediately, he noticed it wasn't on the mirror, and his first thought was that whichever deal he made the previous afternoon hadn't followed through, that he'd simply been enticed by the unnatural colour in the stranger's eyes. Then, he noticed a flash of yellow in the corner of his vision, and he slowly turned towards it. Sure enough, on the ground by the sink, was the note he'd left himself yesterday.

Funny, he swore he'd written on a green note yesterday...

He was probably just imagining things.

He gathered up the note, crushing it in his fist, and dropped it into the bin as he made his way to the kitchen. If he'd have bothered to pay attention, he would've noticed that his note had been green, and that the yellow note left in his bathroom wasn't even written in his hand. But Ted had never noticed details before, and today was not the day he was going to start.

Right now, his mind was occupied with more important things, like the fact that it was now Friday, and after several weeks of exactly the same Thursday, that was a refreshing thing to think about. His phone finally displayed a different date. That pain in his chest awas nothing more than a memory. He could actually feel the way things had moved on.

His first thought wasn't that of relief, nor was it delight. The first thing he felt when he realised that he had moved on with the world was dread.

Nobody he knew was even aware of the situation he'd been trapped in for weeks on end. They had lived the previous day once, spoken to him once. He'd gone over and over exactly the same conversations more times than he cared to count, and knew every word by heart.

Before he'd made that deal, he hadn't thought about what being forced back into normality would do to him. He hadn't thought about the nervous tension that would refuse to subside from his shoulders, or the way his thoughts would race to the same tune as his heart, or the fact that he would feel so out of place, even in his own apartment.

That feeling only worsened on the way to the office. It was like someone had planted a brick against his chest, and he was just supposed to continue on with his day without acknowledging that there was a brick on his chest. Every breath felt like it was going to induce another brick, and it was too warm of a day to excuse that shiver that racked his senses and made his hands shake uncontrollably.

He shoved them in his pockets and bit his lip. Not today. Not on the day the things were finally starting to get a little more normal. Not on the first Friday in two and a half months...

"God, Ted, what happened to you? You look like you're gonna have a breakdown..."

Paul's voice was way too familiar. In part, that was a good thing. He'd known Paul for ages, that hadn't changed in his time away. But for such a long time, the first thing he'd said had been something so completely different. Ted hated this already, and he'd only actually been in the office for fifteen minutes...

There had been a point where he'd perfected this. He'd known exactly what to say at any given moment, but now? Now it was just him and the broken memory of what he'd done to himself, and how far detached he was from reality.

He faltered. Jesus, how pathetic did he look right now? It was just a question! It didn't even need a long answer!

Paul's brow furrowed. How long had it been since he'd said anything? Why hadn't he said anything? It couldn't be that hard!

"No, I'm- I'm fine, Paul."

Oh yeah. Paul was gonna believe that, wasn't he?

"This about yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" There had been endless yesterdays. Which yesterday was he talking about? Of course, there had only been one for him, but which one? Which one was the real yesterday?

"Mhm, you came in telling Bill you'd had the strangest conversation with some guy near your apartment block, and then you didn't say anything else..."

Huh.

That actually had been yesterday...

This, he could work with.

It was a little easier to remember than something that happened right at the beginnning of the loop, that was for sure. A little of the tension relieved itself from his chest, and he heaved an audible sigh that he was sure was noticeable.

"Yeah, no, that guy was weird as fuck... Dunno, I see him all the time, but he managed to pull me yesterday." It had sunk in deep. Not a word of what he'd said had made sense, but he'd be damned before he tried to explain that to Paul of all people. Normal Paul Matthews didn't know the meaning of 'off the cuff'...

"What was so bad about it? I mean, you look like you're on the verge of a panic attack."

"Don't worry about it," he answered brusquely, and momentarily, Paul stopped in his tracks. Ted pressed his lips together and refused to elaborate further. There was no need to elaborate on something that made that little sense anyway. He didn't have to tell Paul anything, but especially not about the homeless man he'd spoken to who'd apparently taken his place in that strange loop.

It was exactly the same all day. Ted stopped bordering on a panic attack at some point when the conversations became less and less predictable, and just started having one. The longer the day went on, the worse he felt.

He'd been right. He'd been absolutely right. Returning to reality had been the worst of it. He knew he should've never made that deal! Who cared if tomorrow never came? He certainly didn't! The predictability was great, knowing the next step was one of the perks!

Those closest to his office in the middle of the day would swear they heard him break down into a fit of sobs directly behind the door. None of them would be able to say for certain whether or not that was the case, but one of them had dared to get close enough, and heard the poor bastard muttering to himself through gasps of breath.

"I wanna go back. I- fuck- I can't take this shit anymore!"

He knew better than anyone that there was no going back. Not for him. Not anymore.

#ted spankoffski #starkid #hatchetfield #void offering #star mail #tw death mention #tw injury #tw blood #nova's tags →#the idea of everything being the same but only slightly to the left is thrilling #we're shaking things around a bit and it is wild in here #hi mr spankoffski enjoy your time in the Cube :)#im sorry this was vaguely inspired by neverwhere. i am normal about neverwhere (lie)#and this goes to everyone‚‚‚ please send me cool prompts i swear i will collect them like rocks

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cpunkhobie · 9 months

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Hello Hello!

Look, it's going to be quick, but very interesting, have you ever thought what it would be like if Ronin ended up being hit by some Kraang technology and ended up separating from the other four, making Ronin Plural really become a plural? And if that happened, what would everyone's reaction be?

I've debated just deleting this ask for the longest time beause it, genuinely, makes me deeply uncomfortable but i'm going to break it down. i made another post about it here

Imma be honest anon, this question completely misunderstands how DID works and how Ronin's system specifically works.

Ronin has never been a separate identity and they can't just split into a separate Ronin alter. And that definitely wouldn't happen because of some Krang technology. I already hate all the "personality split" fanfics and aus where that happens, and roninpluralau was specifically made to combat that and be an accurate depiction of DID.

I understand how someone who doesn't know about DID might think that Ronin is a separate character entirely, but I cannot make it more clear that they're not. Ronin, themself, is a character with DID. Not an alter in a system. Ronin is just a collective name of a system, one that represents their collective life and experiences.

Anon, please look more into DID. "Making Ronin Plural really become a plural" is deeply fucking uncomfortable. They don't have alters because of magic or some Krang technology. They are a mentally ill person. Ronin doesnt have to "really become a plural." They ARE plural.

Now I'm going to break down the very harmful tropes this ask has.

DID systems are NOT caused by magic. DID does not give you super powers. DID is an often debilitating, REAL LIFE MENTAL DISORDER. which REAL PEOPLE HAVE. plurality is something that real people experience, including myself, which is what makes researching these disorders before talking about them really important.

Ronin would not split because of Krang technology. The fact that SO MANY personality split tmnt fics Have That Plot Point, is very hurtful to actual systems. And I have almost no doubt that you got the "krang technology" impression by reading harmful personality split fanfics.

It also looks like you don't know anything about this AU based on this ask, given how these are all things I've talked about before. None of this is in an infliction on your character, they are just things that need to be said. Have a good day.

#any anger isn't directed at the asker it's at the situation #this ended up taking me like a week to write so sorry if thoughts dont line up well or if its incomprehensible. i genuinely had no idea how #to answer this.#jonahs lemonade stand #roninpluralau #system stuff #please please please please /please/ look into plurality before sending asks like this.#Plurality isn't something I made up or a cool story device. it is a real thing in real life #thats it

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the-writing-mobster · 8 months

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Hey.

Just a gentle reminder... That in an overwhelming majority of Undertale fanfic, Frisk IS the villain.

This is a gentle reminder that a majority of fanfics where Frisk is Sans's victim... Sans is the point of view character.

A gentle reminder that in an overwhelming majority of murder mystery novels, victims are used as plot devices and seen as objects to be brutalized for the story, and detectives are the main characters.

A gentle reminder that pop culture is deeply fascinated with the minds of cruel men, and their stories are told 90% of the time.

So... TMDG is a small drop in the well of something that is not that. It's a murder mystery I want to tell focused on the victims; their hopes, their dreams, and how that was robbed of them...

And Undertale just happens to be the gift wrapping I chose to present this story in, because Sans is my muse.

Thank you! Enjoy! Go forth and prosper, darlings.

Mwah!

🫶🏻💗

#tmdg #the most dangerous game #PSA #this will be the sign in which I tap from now on #serial killers #serial killer au #undertale #fanfic #frans #sk! sans #final! frisk #please stop sending asks that are basically you telling me how I should write my story #if you have a cool idea because I inspired you...#just tell me your cool idea and how I inspired you to write that #thank you for coming to my ted talk #🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻#i say this all in love

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danidoesathing · 10 months

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does anyone out there like. have a download link for the Vide Noir movie. i already bought the movie on Vudu but it's a BASTARD and won't let me download it. And I would like it for special secret purposes (better gifsets and want to burn it on a dvd)

edit: never mind its literally on DVD on amazon for like 15 dollars and I just missed it fuck my stupid baka life

#PLEASE if anyone out there has it #or has a way of getting it off of Vudu #I want to put it on a dvd so bad you have no idea #I still have no clue why they dont just sell it on dvd. theres probably a reason for it #but I want a physical copy to hold in my grubby little hands #I want to make a custom case for it with a cover and everything Imagine how cool it would be #if you send me a link I can try and get a dvd and case for you too pspspsp #dani speaks

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has-brain-rot · 2 years

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I finally began watching voltron

OKAY SO at the recommendation of a super cool person (@imperfection-you-will-find (sorry if you don’t want to be tagged) ) I got into watching Voltron: Legendary Defenders and I just finished the first season AND IT IS A REALLY COOL SHOW. I know I’m like 5 years late to the party but the animation! Characters! World building! All very interesting!! Love how smoothly they blend those 3D models into the show, it’s barely noticeable

Here’s a few thoughts (before I go binge the next season)

- first off it is BOLD that the first episode is an hour+ long. like damn they didn’t have to do that but they did and the pacing is surprisingly good for what they had to do, though I lowkey wish there was more adventuring-to-find-the-rest-of-the-lions because that part was pretty interesting, especially when they talked about having to form a bond with the lions first

- Hunk is a cool guy and I really like how he develops and ends up being one of the more serious characters (when, unfortunately, he isn’t the but of the joke. He’s neat but they make fun of his weight a fair bit and that’s not fun). Love how he has a good sus-detector, also he was SLAYING when he saved people during the season 1 finale

- Pidge is REALLY COOL and I personally (so far at least) headcanon them as enby. they also give off transman vibes and honestly that’s what I thought they were going to do with the character until the reveal. It’s cool how they handled it, and I love that the show didn’t go for an all-boy cast because that’d be disappointing.

- Lance is kinda annoying but he’s growing on me. I’m not the biggest fan but I like how he’s developing. Blue colour scheme is cool, but damn he really put everyone and an entire planet in danger just because he crushed briefly on a girl. Shame.

- Shiro is COOL. We don’t know much about him and the portrayal of his trauma is a really good thing to add. I do find it mildly funny (in a dark way? funny might not be the right word) that like. Lance and Hunk are there because vibes, Pidge is there for vibes but also they were on a mission of their own, Keith right now is very mysterious and gives off many vibes, but Shiro’s backstory is that he was tortured for a year, forced to fight, there’s the implication that his body was forcefully modified as he was trained to be a weapon, and also he’s probably killed quite a few people and he’s trying to deal with that and everything while like, they’re vibing

- Keith is COOL. Red lion swag. Love his somewhat morally ambiguous vibes, also I feel like he’s going to be a big projection character. They haven’t really covered his background other than he dropped out, but I bet there’s a lot more going on. I can DEFINITELY see he is liked. ALSO I feel like the whole “you fight like a Galra soldier” is more than just a one off line. I sense it. Plus the whole “you have to earn the trust of the red lion, you can’t just befriend it right away” gives off big flags of “HEY PAY ATTENTION”. I could write so much about this but I wanna go binge the second season xD

- THE CLIFFHANGER OF A FINAL EPISODE. There is so much I could talk about (the character development, the battle scenes, everything is so cool. It’s like seeing all the things I wish we could’ve seen in steven universe and also I think belos would be proud of the general genocide even if it isn’t religion based). I’ll keep it short and just say that DAMN SO MUCH HAPPENS AND IT IS VERY COOL

I’m going in spoiler free and it’s quite fun! Thanks for the recommendation @imperfection-you-will-find, can’t wait to watch more so I can fully appreciate your super cool edits and posts xD

#overweight characters exist for comedy first #and aren't taken seriously #voltron #vld #vld ramble #voltron legendary defender #IT IS INTERESTING AND DAMN THE ANIMATION IS SO COOL #Honestly Voltron could just have a lion head but like. even if it isn't the most logical a giant mech made of lions is such a BANGER concept #I am vibing very much rn #Keith my maybe-to-become-a-blorbo why do you keep getting into situations where you nearly die #like is he okay because I think he is not okay #idk what happens yet because I've never watched it but Loz talked about trauma so I am READY to learn more #This mama is ready for trauma <- ready to watch it at least. give me some of that forbidden backstory #I think the funniest twist would be if Hunk ended up having the most traumatic backstory. Like they'd have to work hard to beat Shiro's #not funny for him 'cause that'd suck but I think that would spin a twist on the whole trope/cultural idea lots of western media has #him being the most serious out of the not-shiro (or keith) group is good though. gives him depth #only reason why I'm talking about hunk so much is because honestly I thought he was going to be left behind or die or get replaced #ANYWAYS BACK TO BINGING #IF ANYONE WANTS TO TALK ABOUT VOLTRON PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND IN AS MANY ASKS AS YOU WANT #INFODUMP AWAY #also just in general send in asks I will be very happy if you do :]

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mel-loly · 1 year

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-I'm not having so much energy these days to make content, so.. Could someone encourage me to do something please?

You don't have to do much! Just put a cool message in the comments/reblog or an easy art idea for me to make that will already help me a lot ^^💖

#also- hope you are having a wonderful day/night💛#(I swear.. this will help me a lot! so- please. just say something cool or send a easy art idea. that i will appreciate it a lot really🥺)#not my art #art #i'm mel and this is my blog✌️#my art blog #cat art #words of comfort #send something cool #please #important post(?)#send some comfort

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bright-and-burning · 4 months

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same anon, i hope you're feeling better! - brothers are the worst for staying in touch! like my sister still won’t follow me back on spotify (it’s bad for her brand…🙄) but at least she answers my texts with more than one word answers! and it totally is different when it’s younger siblings moving away! when i left i was still in my angsty teen phase and i knew my siblings were safe with my parents. now they’re technically adults and living on their own. even when i went back to visit they never had much time for me and i was the one staying at home while they were off with their friends. it feels like yesterday we were fighting over wii remotes😭it’s hard to watch them grow up

i really like seeing your personal posts, i feel like i really relate (especially with the family stuff). we’ve been mutuals for a while but i still feel awkward just randomly messaging people. sorry for the random anons haha

THE ITS BAD FOR MY BRAND LMFAO DO WE HAVE THE SAME FAMILY OR ARE YOUNGER SISTERS JUST LIKE THAT EVERYWHERE

right like it’s BONKERS that they r allowed to vote… what do u mean they are taller than me now . i thought they were two apples tall… and the staying at home while they’re off w their friends SOOO real lol. bc i went to college out of state and the only ppl from hs i Really stayed close to went to school a few hours from my hometown like i come home/would come home and my siblings are like cheers im going out ill be back by 3am and im like ?????? im gonna have a glass of wine and read a book w the dog . i guess

the wii remote memories… forcing them to disconnect theirs so i could be player one… that time i gave my brother a concussion playing wii tennis trying to get an ace….

and thank u beloved anon that is genuinely so sweet of u pls don’t apologize… i always feel kinda weird personal posting sm bc i feel like it’s usually like eight posts in one day and it’s always like . sorry i am not bejng silly goofy abt the silly goofy men i am having a Time And A Half… but i’m glad to hear u relate (glad is maybe not the right word choice here but . u kno) <3 we are all less alone than we think we are.

#and feel free to send me a message PLEASE!!!! i love making new friends i am an extrovert chatting is sooooo fun to me #i’ll talk abt ANYTHING too . send me a post u think is funny. or a silly fic idea or a book rec or literally anything .#you could pull up in my dms like ‘guess what aunt mary did this time’ and i’d probably be like omg is she up to no good again…#i hop in dms all day long it has gotten me so many places and made me so many cool friends .#so if i knew who u are best believe i would hop RIGHT in #but also if u r more comfortable feel free to keep dropping anons these have truly made my day u r so sweet #ask

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I love the shirts Duke made. Can you draw Tim in one, please?

So weird thing about me that I'm not sure if I ever mentioned before is that if someone straight up asks me to draw something unprompted I'm 20 times less likely to draw that thing and I honestly have no clue why its like when my sister used to ask me to put my cup in the dish washer like I was totally going to until you asked me now I'm not just bc you asked me so this is a wee psa if you want me to draw something best thing to do is not ask me but make it seem like it was my idea to draw the thing instead for some reason this works way better

#Ask #Anon #Obviously there are some apsections to this rule #Mainly if you pay me #If I'm in a really good mood #Or I asked for people to send me art requests #Anyway feel like people should know this about me #Bc I still get a bunch of people being really nice and asking please draw this #And for some stupid reason my brains reaction is ohh bad #Which is stupid bc then I'll get an ask that's kinda like #You know what's a super cool idea #And my brains like ohh good draw now #Exceptions!! That's how you spell it fucking hell someone please just shot me

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eyecantbelievethis · 2 years

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Tiny Terrors Transcripts

Do you want to listen to Tiny Terrors, but you prefer to read along with a transcript? Can you not find any sort of official ones and have just given up altogether? Do you want evidence for your latest Tiny-Terrors-Is-Connected-To-TMA conspiracy theories, but finding and quoting the dialogue from the audio itself is too annoying?

I've just spent the last three days and over 20 hours creating a website that you can use to easily find unofficial transcripts.

I've transcribed the first two episodes and they are currently available! I'll update it as I transcribe more of them. Enjoy!

#tiny terrors #tiny terrors podcast #tiny terrors transcripts #rusty quill #pulp audio #tma #tma arg #tmagp #this is my first website please don't hesitate to give feedback #just send an ask or dm or something where i'll see it #also if someone has any idea if official transcripts exist that would be cool #and way less work for me

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bookwyrminspiration · 1 year

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I know taking my time with asks and prioritizing other things isn't something I need to apologize for, but I still want to say if you've sent me an ask and I haven't answered it I promise I am not ignoring it. I will answer and I do really appreciate it.

I genuinely haven't had an empty ask box since around Dec 2020-Jan 2021 (somewhere around there, I don't know exactly) but I love to answer those asks and share ideas! so please know it is not you or your ask, and that I am doing things as I can.

I just know I've got a few that've been sitting for a while and wanted to say I'm not ignoring you, I promise! I just have Life and there are many of you, so please be patient :)

#kotlc #<- because a lot of my asks are keeper themed #also i typed this post so fast I accidentally tried to print tumblr #my inbox isn't even that full rn and still some have been sitting for a while #so. i feel a little bad #before when responses would take 1.5-2 months I had the excuse that I had over 100 asks in my inbox #and was being thorough with all of them #but now i'm in the 25-30 range usually. and yet they're still taking a while #and I know I don't need to apologize for it! i'm not going to apologize for prioritizing other things #i just. like. you have sent things and cool ideas and I'm taking more time than I want to to share them :/#so. i wish I was more caught up and prompt #that's all. so I'm thanking you for your patience #(this is NOT to say you can't or should stop sending me asks. please don't hesitate or hold back! just know it might. take some time)

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cakeofthepan · 2 years

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Now that Link canonically loves the surface tension of water,,, I am tempted to write a fic where he goes to grad school and becomes a fluid dynamicist. This kid would straight up follow in Henry’s footsteps and write a rap song about laminar flow or Rayleigh Bernard convection

#not that I’m projecting or anything here as someone currently in grad school for Astro fluids #but link would so fit in with all the (cool) fluids researchers I know #dndads #anyway send me your ideas for fluid dynamics songs please

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lovelesslittleloser · 2 years

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Idea For A MHA Fanfic That I Don’t Want To Write But Do Want To Read

Midoriya has the quirk Fluency. At first, it seems pretty simple; he can understand any language, boom. But eventually, he realizes he can understand ANY language. Forgotten languages, animal languages, baby babbles, a language some kids made up on a whim in middle school… *any* language, fluently. Which is already cool enough, but wait, there’s more. He can fluently understand anything that could be considered a language. Art, music, code, body language, martial arts and other such fighting styles; he can understand and ‘speak’ all with fluency. Plus, he’s able to speak in a way where everyone understands exactly what he means, no matter how he words it. If there’s any more things that could be considered languages that you can think of that I didn’t list feel free to let me know!