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#some well needed self indulgence :')
themeeplord · 5 months
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I just wanna,, I just,,
I want to hold,,,,
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starflungwaddledee · 4 months
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some rather strong first impressions were made.
required reading for the magical "voice" headcanon and another for starstruck's signature in particular. asked by @trainerbob23 !
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sketchy-tour · 4 months
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I love getting new followers after posting stand alone WH art because I sit here wondering how long until they get jumpscared by my oc x canon :3c
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rotisseries · 4 months
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inspired by elli's poll lol cause this seems fun actually but if you guys have bad answers I'll kill myself on your doorstep or smth
#“rori all of these are your faves how can there be a bad answer” well I still have an internal ranking on some of these#and if all of you pick an option that I think pales in comparison to the others. well. hm#I know what's gonna sweep though because two of these are niche as hell and 4 maybe 5 of these are things you people don't follow me for#fun fact I actually had to scrape my brain to make sure I couldn't come up with any more#I am unintentionally very picky on what is a favorite apparentlyyyy#I also just don't watch/read enough stuff these days so there's that#AND I NEED LONG TERM EXPOSURE TO KNOW THEY'RE STICKING AROUND#so like. I have some options but I don't KNOWWW if they're sticking yet#but this feels like such a small poll lmao#also no sapphics on here this is actually cause I hate women-#NO. JOKING. zelink is here. I almost put gideon and harrow but I'm in a perpetual state of not having finished tlt#and I couldn't put nebetta and darya I was drawing the line at 2 tbos ships. well. actually. changed my mind#not editing these tags actually you guys can see my thought process#WAIT AND SAYMARI. FUCK. I LITERALLY MADE A PLAYLIST FOR THEM I LOVE THEMMM#ok. is 4 tbos ships too many. hmm#I said 2 of these are niche now four of these are niche it's really the “which tbos pairing is your fave” poll#THIS POLL IS SO FUNNY IT'S SO SELF INDULGENT I HAVE TO TAKE OUT AT LEAST ONE TBOS SHIP#I should add one more general one...#cause I do actually want genuine and varied answers I gotta give y'all options so they don't all pool at the first two#I also almost put ellie and abby on here.. that would've been so funny four popular 1 rarepair 3 super niche ships#ellie and abby are soooo interesting to me though so of course the thought of them having something horrible going on together compels me#and they are one of my 3 favorited ao3 tags... they deserve a place...#ok well while I debate on that I'm putting akutagawa and atsushi on here I admittedly have only had like two months of exposure to them#but it is enough I can tell they are so crazy to me#the way my tags are just me overthinking everything on what is supposed to be a fun and silly poll... no one does it like me I'm afraid
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nilesmoon · 2 months
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infinite wealth if sawashiro said "who gives a shit about ebina im going to hawaii with ichi" and then the rest of the game is a family vacation
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#Ok so here's my dream scenario. It starts w kicking kiryu out of the narrative bc girl. I love the guy but he does not need to be here!!#kicking him out of the narrative also banishes the ebina stuff. I'm still keeping him around but#he'll be basically built up to be the main antagonist of 9. We're ONLY focusing on the cult stuff for 8#the way 8 closes him off is already sequel bait so give him a proper focus game w 9#Anyways now that that's out of the way. My worstie sawashiro does indeed become a party member.#His moveset is mostly blade damage w some blunt damage mixed in. YES I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT GAME MECHANICS#His singular elemental move is him flicking a cigarette at the enemy. Yes this is based off of that one scene w ichi in 7#ANYWAYS I HAVE MANY IDEAS I CANT TYPE THEM ALL OUT RN BUT. FAMILY VACATION ARC. PLEASE#ITS INSANE TO ME HOW KASUGA 'I LOVE MY FAMILY' ICHIBAN WAS NOT ALLOWED TO PROPERLY INTERACT W HIS FAMILY???#AND THE MAJORITY OF SAWASHIROS CONFLICT INCLUDED CAST MEMBERS WHO DIDNT GIVE A SINGLE SHIT ABOUT HIM????#I keep thinking back on that scene where ebina shows him passed out on that chair and THE INTENDED AUDIENCE FOR#THAT SCENE WAS AN OCEAN AWAY LIKE GIRL. WHAT WAS THE POINT???#well another perspective of that scene would be that sawashiro would be glad that ichi wasn't the one that came to rescue. which is. Misery#me when characters are defined by their guilt 💥💥💥💥😵💥💥💥😵‍💫💥💥💥😱💥💥💥💥😫💥💥💥#Well. If y'all read all these tags. thanks. If anyone is curious about this self indulgent au that I've created feel free to hit me up#(Please hit me up I'm desperate to talk abt the arakawa family misery and I deeply wish this game was even more miserable)#rgg#nile talks
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nartblartmallcop · 1 year
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"…I'm your best friend?" "Uh, yeah of course? We're like way close!" "I mean I know you. I know which one you are…" "Look Snipes I'm leaving you all my wicked stuff!" "Yeah but I don't want it."
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opens-up-4-nobody · 7 months
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#sorry i cant shut the fuck up today. i think i just feel worse on the weekends bc i kno i shoulf b relaxing#ppl r telling me to relax. take a break. let me kno how i can help. let me kno if theres a problem. bc my behavior is apparently ya kno like#visibly somethings not right. but how tf am i supposed to relax when i have so much to do#so im stuck spiraling like dont work but also think insistently abt working. but get nothing done. its horrible#mostly rn im stressed abt all the grading i havent done and the work on my masters data i havent done#but its like. something in my head is on fire and it's burning thru all my cognitive energy. i am just trying to keep existing#how tf am i supposed to find the energy to read 45 lab reports? im like illiterate#and idk i just feel bad about coming into a new lab being so sick. i just dont like being a problem#it also does not reflect well on my future career that im being such a flake on things. like sorry if i have to work on my research#assistant data rn i might die ✌️ ugh. itll b fine. i just need to find a way to effectively manage my head#and i keep hearing my dads voice in my head talking abt personal responsibility but like i dont even kno how to employ that. i could suck#it up and double down on productivity but that way leads to burnout and self destruction. do i doubke down on relaxing?#i dont kno how to do that. like u would probably just have to drug me. which is y i do not partake in substances. that way also leads#to self destruction. so what am i do to? cross my fingers and pray for a fluctuation in my general mood?#hope that aliens invade and that an incoming invasion sharpens my focus onto only one single thing?#idk. but my sister is finally working on the fish i askrd her yo draw me. so i gotta think of how i wanna get it tattooed#bc shes not an art person and its an act of indulging chaos to get an imperfect image tattooed onto me#so i might have to do some things to make it make me not insane. i asked for this bc i like causing myself problems. also i was in a#slightly altered state of mind when i asked lol but i stand by it haha. anyway. idk things r just annoying and hard rn as i knew they would#b. and im good at catching myself before things get dangerous but it sucks that i feel like a ticking time bomb of destruction. ugh.#unrelated
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an-inky-fingered-lass · 7 months
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May, Coulson, and Daisy, and moments from a day or two in the building of a new life. A story for learning to trust that the good things in your life are going to stick around, and for the days when even those good things are still a little bit hard.
May breathed out a long, slow exhale and nudged into park, staring sightlessly out the window. Her phone pinged with a text. Simmons, probably. Checking in. She wouldn’t trade what they had now for this world or any other, but she missed it, sometimes, the bustling base. Always having something to do, defensible walls.
The text was headed hi May. May stared at it for a long moment, keeping her palms wrapped around the steering wheel. She didn’t feel much like May, right then. Melinda, maybe. For once. Just a woman sitting in her car with an aching thigh and a switchblade in her pocket, feeling every single one of her fifty-two years. Exhausted with not doing a damn thing. She hadn't felt this way in so long.
She felt like Agent May, like she would never, ever be able to be anything else.
May shut her eyes hard and then opened them again. She muted the radio and pulled back onto the road, driving steadily towards home.
Read the rest on Ao3
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leofrith · 1 month
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i miss working on my longfic so fucking bad 😩
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curseofdelos · 2 months
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honestly though I think I need to be better at taking that "write self-indulgent shit" advice
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jokingmisfit · 2 years
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Two Pretty Lies (Part 1)
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Damien Darhk x fem!reader, Eobard Thawne x reader
Summary-The reader was a hero called in by the Legends to help keep the Legion of Doom from making Doomworld. Well, they failed and Doomworld happened. The only problem is that both Damien Darhk and Eobard Thawne had developed “affections”/obsession for the girl. Rather than giving her a dreadful fate they put her the path she would have gone if she never got her powers. Turns out the ex-hero experiences nothing but pain in this new reality. Eobard and Damien didn’t approve of this life for the reader so they decided to take her in, to give her a better life, with them.
Warnings- Starts with the reader getting the crap knocked out of them, Gory(sorta), Depressed thoughts, Reader knowing they might die (they don’t obviously), Passing out from blood loss, Distortion of reality
All you knew to do was run, so, despite the pain, you ran. You ran for two blocks before getting to a very familiar cafe. They were off your trail and you needed help. Without thinking too hard about it you went quickly through the door.
You swayed a bit as you pushed through the door. It felt like all you could hear was a ringing and your own labored breathing. You barely even realized, Margret, the waitress you knew so well was panicking while leading you to a seat.
You couldn’t quite catch what she was saying as she ran around in a panic.
You couldn’t see clearly the other people who were there.
You barely registered the hand pressing a towel to the large gashes on your side. Gashes that were the main source for the blood pooling on the cafe's floor.
You did however understand that there wasn’t a lot of time till you faded either temporarily or permanently was up to what the small group did next.
“You might want to call an ambulance.” you said in a whisper. It was barely audible but with the close proximity of the person holding you up you knew someone got the message.
Someone was closely holding you. It seemed endearing. A touch you’ve forgotten, but you knew this person didn’t care about you; they just wanted to provide comfort for what could be your last minutes. At least that’s what you thought. Then again there were so many thoughts running through your head.
You couldn’t feel anything at this point. Everything seemed to be like an old memory you can’t remember. Time felt like it was going too fast and too slow, it felt meaningless.
You felt like all this was useless. You should have let the gang take the life that seems so pitiful and tiring. You wanted to let this go. All of it. It seemed closing your eyes was the best medication for these horrible thoughts, so you did.
Breathing became easier as you no longer felt so heavy. The lightness in your heart was alarming, but you welcomed it in anyways. Feelings disappeared and so did any thoughts as you let go even just for a little while.
You’ll be better soon and if you’re not you’ve grown enough to accept this fate.
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homosexualcitron · 5 months
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I love doing art trades sm i wish i had more time
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abel-draws · 1 year
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Train doodles
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starpros-sunshine · 2 years
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Tried to finish the sketch from yesterday to get a bit more comfy with the program
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muffinrag · 11 months
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too embarrassed to write smut alone in my room
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un-onnie-mousse · 11 months
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Preach But Not Practice
There are two people.
Ordinary people.
People like you and me with a face, body, eyes, ears, hands, legs, mouth and consciousness. They are talking to each other. Looking further closer, one can hear what they are talking about. One is weeping about their dilemma and the other is comforting.
The weeping one is going on and about their problem, which by the way, doesn't seem much of. It was a normal obstacle people face in daily life. A small problem that a person can solve just by pulling their act together and moving on. Nevertheless, it is fine to seem vulnerable just for a moment.
So what's the difference with this weeping person? Well, this one doesn't realise that the solution is right under their nose. They go on and on about themselves and how they're suffering. Without taking even a breath's pause.
The other one is patient nevertheless, they listen to the weeping one carefully and soothe their nerves by offering good advice in interjections.
The patient one listens very well but why? Why is it necessary to let go of one's pride and time just to hear about a selfish person's selfish desires? They can leave, can't they?
But they don't.
They chose to suffer by listening to them.
That is because even when a hundred arrows strike through them, they will still tend to others with one or two arrows struck through them.
They're going to suffer anyway, why not do it in silence while uplifting others?
They think, "Just maybe if I help them they might help back", but that will never happen.
For the healed and healing will forget about others and care for themselves only.
There are two people. Ordinary people. People like you and me with a face, body, eyes, ears, hands, legs, mouth and consciousness. They are talking to each other.
Looking further closer, one can hear what they are talking about.
One is weeping about their dilemma and the other is comforting.
It is not a simple problem that can be solved by pulling one's act together.
Maybe they're in a situation where they can't even pull their act.
They crave help and validation from others.
The other person gladly offers advice and occasional compliments to mend their hurt heart and broken brains.
It seems like a healthy conversation.
Looking closely one realises, there is a single arrow piercing both of them.
The listener is brave enough to pull the arrow from the other but is frightened to do with their own.
For they are not ready to suffer the pain they've grown numb to. They'd rather accept it and move on.
Who can comfort those, who live through the numbing of their pain, crumbling from inside?
Who'd notice their suffering?
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