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tylermaxxine · 2 months

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happy wednesday! i need him💕🎀

#daryl dixon #norman reedus #twd daryl #the walking dead #those arms #i need this man so bad it's not even funny #he definitely growls #purring #oh no he's hot #the ultimate dilf #he's like the dilf final boss #ive had too much coffee #thanks for listening to me ramble #i love u stinkies

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magicalmelancholy-blog1 · 15 days

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The problem with planning a Len'en fanfic with a wider scope is that Len'en is a series where so much is going on.

Like, while Tsubakura is trying to chill and getting their chill time interrupted by some incidents and the presence of Suzumi, there's this fucking political drama going on in the background. This bitch (Fumikado) wants to become the vessel for this dead guy because their grandfather thought he was the true emperor and it was his dream to revive this guy and Fumikado is going to fulfill that dream because their grandfather took them in after their parents died and they have to repay him. Only problem is they failed, and also screwed over some people along the way.

Like, they had this servant that was raised from childhood to always be loyal to them (Chouki), but at some point, said servant killed themself so they could come back as a spirit and play some magic soul controlling flute you can only play if you died once, because the ritual to revive the dead guy needs a hell lot of souls. Only problem is the servant got their breath taken away in the revival process so they couldn't play the flute, and Fumikado cut them out of the plan after that, so now Chouki is fucking pissed at them and they end up dedicating their life to revenge against Fumikado. At some point trying to beat them to becoming the emperor becomes part of that.

Of course, they have allies, such as another person Fumikado screwed over (Para), who Fumikado stole their body from (oh yeah Fumikado ended up switching to this stronger homunculus body their grandfather grew in a lab and spent a lot of time growing it into the perfect vessel) and now they're stuck in Fumikado's old child body (wait child body?). Apparently being a homunculus in this world mean you're born with all knowledge but it starts dripping away as you get older and Para didn't get to do shit with their infinite knowledge because they were sealed up (sometimes anyway, it depends on whether or not you count the person Tsubakura grew [Kurohebi] as a homunculus, and that person does not have this problem, guess pseudohumans are different).

Fumikado's chief advisor (Iyozane) used to be the heir to the royal family Fumikado was hoping to overthrow but they were locked under house arrest due to some conspiracy and ended up getting poisoned by their sibling (Mitori)(it was all but stated to be consensual). Some stuff happened (Iyozane's words not mine) and they came back to life, but when they did it they didn't become a spirit or lose their breath or anything so they can play the soul controlling flute. They chilled for a while (because being a pirate didn't work out) but they totally jumped on the chance to help Fumikado overthrow the royal family, but they got cocky and tried to scam the wrong person (Kuroji) and now both them and Fumikado are in debt. Not to mention they failed to overthrow the royal family. By the way, their sibling did manage to overthrow the royal family.

Also like, this guy Iyozane hired (Tsugumi) has beef with the Senri Shrine. The same Senri Shrine Tsubakura got isekaid to run. Like, it's implied to be a much more personal reason, but the fact that the previous priest of the Senri Shrine, Tsurubami, ruled over Mugenri with an iron fist definitely didn't help. A lot of people have problems with Tsurubami and Senri in general (Kunimitsu, Suzumi, and apparently Tsurubami leaving meant that people felt more free to act up so I assume there are others). A few people used to have homoerotic relationships with them (Tenkai, Xeno a, and Haiji has a weird parasocial thing going on).

Jesus Christ I was just gonna oversimplify things but there's like 5 paragraphs and there is still so much. Point is, you have to keep track of what everyone else has going on in case it ends up affecting your story. Don't even get me started on the incident of the game formula that the danmaku games use (a carryover from its Touhou inspirations) and trying to figure out whether or not you'd have to shove an incident into your story to keep it canon compliant. (The answer for me usually boils down to "Bitch do you know how much of this is built on headcanonning between the lines? This fic can go without a background incident.")

#so anyway I started making a table of how suzumi might exploit other characters to get a basic idea of what could happen after bpohc #because like wtf happens after bpohc #does JynX even know?#apparently he has an ending planned #but that doesn't mean he has a middle #len'en #len'en project #thanks for listening to me ramble #I usually write one-shot character studies but unfortunately #you need a lot more than one chapter to make fumikado examine anything about their life #and it snowballed from there

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ghostofchaos-past · 1 year

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why does nobody talk about this:

"I was most disturbed by the experiments taking place behind the red-lacquered doors of the Corporalki anatomy rooms, where they were collaborating with the Fabrikators to try to fuse Grisha steel with human bone [...] But the process was painful and imperfect, and often, the metal was simply rejected by the subjects body." -page 298 of Siege and Storm

I've never seen anybody mention this before. how come when in the KOS duology, when they are dealing with the khergud, NOBODY MENTIONS THAT RAVKA TRIED TO MAKE THEM FIRST.

Obviously a khergud can only be created by a Fabrikator using parem, but parem hadnt been created in Siege and Storm, so they didnt even know that it was possible and they tried anyways (and in this scenario thats not a good thing)

the paragraph where they mention this goes on to say the subjects are First Army "volunteers" so my thought is this: what if they arent volunteers? what if Ravka did exactly what Shu Han did, only earlier and less successful? we're all judging Shu Han for creating the khergud program, but Ravka tried to do the exact. same. thing.

#thanks for listening to me ramble #shadow and bone #grishaverse #i am deeply unwell #leigh bardugo #ravka #shu han #khergud

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maxiesucks · 1 year

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I have so many things to share on here but before I do that, here’s an introduction of me and my little OC world.

Me- My name is Maxine, but I go by other names as well (Max, Moon, Pluto, Cupid, Shiloh, Geek, Milk, Kori, etc. I have a lot of names.). I go mostly by it/it’s pronouns but accept she/her and most neos. I’m also nonbinary. I write, draw, and even have a little role-play group chat with my characters that I mess around on with a friend. Lots of things I create are based off of things from there. I have a tiktok account where I show my art, called ‘soupflavoredmilk’ if you’re interested. I’m also hyper-fixated on all things TMNT, obsessed with the 90′s movies and have seen at least one episode of every series. My favorite series is torn between the 2012 series and the 2018 series, but I love them all. I also have some IDW comics.

My OC world- Most of my characters are from either California, Oregon, or literal hell. Some of my characters are demons, and it my little world there’s multiple ways to travel to hell (Much like the hidden city in ROTTMNT), some exampled being an escalator, a subway, and an elevator. Most of these entrances are hidden because, y’know, people aren’t too fond of demons or other dimensions. I have a few outliers, though, like Beta, who lives in Manhattan, or Lorelei and Skunk, who are from a different world entirely. They are my DnD characters. It’s implied that most of the people in california live in a close distance from one another, because they are constantly interacting. I struggle keeping placements consistent, but I don’t really find it in myself to bother atp. Hell, I’ve tried to make Beta and another character from CA interact IRL, so it’s obviously not something I’m amazing at.

Thanks for reading this post, and IG follow my blog if you wanna see more intricate details and things about my little world. See ya !

#ocs #oc world #writing #intro #thanks for listening to me ramble #maxiesucks at creating consistent details (get it cause it's my user name haha)

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imdoingsortagay · 2 years

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Just noticed I hit 1k 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

#liz thoughts 💭#never thought it’d happen #thanks for listening to me ramble #and for my silly little fics #🥰🥰🥺🥺

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miithriin · 2 years

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Would you look at that there are twenty people here watching my shenanigans <3

#me.txt #thanks for listening to me ramble

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 10 months

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The ''Are you trying to romance me?'' meme but with Barnaby and Howdy

i belted this out in like a half hour flat <3 bc Yes

#AH FUCK I FORGOT TO PUT SOMETHING ON HOWDY'S TAG #listen listen this was done in a bit of a rush!!! i wasnt paying much attention!!!#i was thinking about what to have for lunch which is always a Very distracting topic #anyway thank you for introducing me to this meme it fits them So Well i think #like in my mind barnaby could do literally anything and howdy is off to the side all 'god... hes so attractive.... i need him'#scribble salad #rambles from the bog #laughingstock #barnaby x howdy #howdy x barnaby #thinking about them alwayyyyssssss #theyre so damn GOOD together what the Fuck is it about them!!!#i know i say this every time but agh! AGH!!#wait... no wait yeah i Do know what it is about them. ive Realized.#AGH THEYRE SO GOOOOODDDDDDDD #the boyfriends the husbands the Fluffy Fruity Pals <3 #alright time for lunch and then its back to packing & the five hour shrek video essay #unless im consumed by the laughingstock thoughts that are fighting to take over my mind again #i need to draw wormie

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mj-thrush-gxn · 2 months

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BEEN LISTENING TO DNDADS FOR A YEAR SO FAR, SO HERE IS MY PROJECT TO CELEBRATE!!!

this is a part 2!! here is part 1: [here], it shows how i’ve improved really well too, so that’s fun.

#READ THE STUFF UNDER THE CUT!!#dndads has helped me through a lot this last year so i just wanted to do something a little special!#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #dndads art #dndads fanart #thrush talks #thrush rambles #dndads s2 #thrush draws #listening anniversary #thank to all of you!!!#cw gore #tw gore #cw blood #cw death

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slooshee · 2 months

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Huge day for the Sampard Nation (they stood next to one another)

#hsr #honkai star rail #sampard #sampo x gepard #gepard landau #sampo koski #ok I know they are just standing next to one another but I’m insane and take what I can get ok #they’re also leaning in eachother’s general direction #no like you don’t understand them and ratio and aventurine have absolutely destroyed me #also someone said sampo took a rose from Argenti’s boquet and that’s rlly silly #one day I will be normal abt sampard but today is not that day #thank you for listening to my insane ramblings ^_^

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obae-me · 8 months

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He looks at you like artistry. A contemporary piece he's never seen before. Taking in every detail with calculating eyes. Wondering what intentions the skillful hands of the cosmos had in mind when making you.

He wishes to know your story, the happiness that makes the music of your voice, the experiences settled in the sculpt of your frame, the tragedies brushed into the strokes of your irises.

The complexities of your being astound him, mesmerize him. Every new fact he learns about you adds another stanza to your sonnet.

To him, you are art in its purest form. Not one part can exist without the other. The greatest of symphonies would not be complete without their rests. He adores all of you.

How foolish he was at first, to think you were just a simple creature. Oh, the things he has taken for granted. When did he become so blind? Was it his Pride? Or had he simply been breathing for so long, that the sweet orchestra of life became dull to his ears? How long had it been since he stopped to watch people commune in the streets? Or sat a while to watch the trees sway from his window? Or pondered on the meaning of a wonderful word?

Excitement. How many centuries since he's felt like that? Filled with a rather humiliating child-like giddiness. But it's...invigorating. Everything stands out to him fresh, avant-garde. You remind him that there's still so much for him to discover.

A change in the wind, the turning of a page to a whole new chapter, a swelling crescendo, you are enticing. Every second spent with you leaves him craving more.

All he desires is to be in your presence. To see your colors. To hear your melody. To bask in the opus of your existence. It was only a matter of time before you would manage to become his everything, his obsession, his passion. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

For Lucifer is a connoisseur, and to him, you are nothing less than the crown of luxury.

#just getting into the habit of writing little things on a whim #I miss just smashing words onto a page #and doing more poetic stuff #not focusing exclusively on long projects #or perfection #but that's neither here nor there #thank you for listening to my tag ramble #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc

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ctrlseacat · 11 months

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we just missed each other

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itty-bitty-sunshine · 10 months

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Although there's a very specific reason for them to be working at the Pizzaplex, that doesn't stop them from infodumping every once in a while!

Knowing a bunch of random info turns out to be pretty useful when working with curious kids and a 8 foot tall robot who's always more than happy to listen to anything. Besides it makes for great stories to tell

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dreamdripdistance · 1 year

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happy late valentines to the only two characters that matter <3

#i care these two so so so much!!!#thank u torrance and bee for listening to me ramble about kh in vc while i drew this u the real ones <3 #kingdom hearts #kh #soriku #sora #riku #sora kh #riku kh #my art

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flowercrowngods · 1 year

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✨🤍 some steddie softness for @thefreakandthehair's birthday, i hope it's the very best so far! 🤍✨(please please your day comes first, read this whenever you have time and space to breathe 🤍)

Eddie is not a religious man — far from it, actually. But there are a few things that make him believe in higher powers. In angels. In destiny and luck and a love so strong it could conquer everything.

This very moment is one of them.

Stevie, soft and sleepy beside him in the back of the car as Nancy is driving, the dim light of the passing street lamps painting his face in hues of gold like the light itself favours Steve Harrington, caressing his features with the softest of shadows.

He’s beautiful. Ethereal. Perfectly angelic with his eyes closed, his whole body turned towards Eddie in the warmth of the car.

It takes Eddie’s breath away, his heart taking up space where before there were his lungs and ribcage, growing in size until he feels like he is about to burst. And even then he keeps looking, staring at that pretty face that looks so at peace with the whole world right now. Eddie has never seen Steve like this, but now he understands why people start wars. Why people defy gods and death itself to be with their one true love. Why Orpheus looked back.

He understands. Because Steve, his Stevie, warm and safe and perfectly fine in the backseat of a car? That is everything. He doesn’t even need to kiss or touch so long as he just gets to look. And be. Oh, to be at the same time that Steve is.

That might just be life’s greatest gift to him.

A tiny sigh falls from Steve’s lips and Eddie really, really might be about to burst.

“Hey, angel,” he whispers, because moments like this aren’t made for anything but hushed words, their truths too heavy, too sincere for the world to hear and keep on spinning. He doesn’t need the world to spin as long as there is Steve.

“Hi,” Steve whispers back, his eyes still closed but the smile lighting up, luring Eddie in like he is but a moth drawn to the flame.

Eddie leans in and rests his forehead against Steve’s, his hand coming up to cradle a light-kissed cheek. Steve leans into it, following Eddie’s hand like maybe they are twin stars pulling each other closer until there will be an explosion of light and creation. Steve nuzzles against his palm and leans further into Eddie’s body until they share the same breath — but still it’s not enough.

Eddie wants to say so many things now that their hands are entangled, their soft exhales mixing. But after a while he notices that Steve is humming before gently singing along to the song coming quietly from the speakers.

“Take it easy with me, please. Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze. Take your time, make it slow. Andante, Andante. Just let the feeling grow.”

Eddie knows the song, recognises it instantly, and his breath gets stuck in his throat once more. Because he has a secret. He loves it. He has imagined for the longest time that one day, someone would make it his song. Sing it for him, to him.

He’s never told anyone because he has a reputation to uphold and more than enough metal music to listen to, but of course Steve wouldn’t care about his secrets being secret, and just oh so casually make his deepest, most private of dreams come true.

He’s an angel, that one. A hero. Myths and fairy tales should be woven around that heart of his, folklore speaking of his name until history itself wouldn’t dare to forget. No one can convince Eddie otherwise. Not in that moment, not with Steve singing so quietly, so gently, so adoringly.

I think I love you. I think I can’t ever stop, not when I’ve seen you like this. Not when you’ve just shown me what life can be about, what it should be about. Gods, I love you and love you and love you.

That’s what he wants to say.

But all that comes out is a marvelled, “Shit, Stevie.”

It has the desired effect of a huffed breath, an even wider smile, and Steve cuddling further into Eddie’s side, eyes still closed. Eddie brushes a kiss to Steve’s forehead and feels like maybe his love can make it into the fairy tale, too.

It will. Oh, it will, when Steve finally lifts his head from Eddie’s shoulder and looks at him through hooded eyes, all soft and sleepy and safe. A moment passes like this and Eddie can’t breathe, maybe he can never breathe again — but it only lasts until Steve slowly, so very slowly begins to lean in to claim Eddie’s lips with a kiss so gentle it could bring him back from the dead.

Eddie kisses Steve back just as slowly, because in moments like this there is no rush, no hurry. There’s only them, there’s only this. Only a kiss until there is another.

And with Steve, there is always another.

Nancy smiles as she is taking the long way to Steve’s house, rounding Loch Nora twice because she knows how comfy Steve gets in cars at night when he doesn’t have to drive and there is soft music playing.

Eddie kisses her goodbye on the forehead, fully aware of what she’s done. He doesn't tell her about the sun and the myths and all the wars he would start for Steve.

Nights like this are not meant for telling anyone about them. They can hardly be believed as it is. They can only be lived, hand in loving hand.

#steddie fic #steddie #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #dio words #hi lex happy birthday i hope you like this bit of incoherent softness i hope you like the sleepy feeling in the back of a car at night #when all the lights go whoosh you know?? with some music? idkidk but writing this was fun anyway :D #also because sincerity is for tumblr tags let me just say thanks again for being in my dms sometimes and listening to my whumpy rambles #here you have some fluff to make up for it :D no but seriously you deserve nice things so i'm happy to see you getting some today 🤍

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shootingstarpilot · 23 days

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okay listen. listen. i'm sorry, i had to get this out of my head, it's been haunting me and i want to get back to working on the next proper chapter-

the mimic lives au.

mimic is brought into the fold without question, of course. and needle- oh, needle's borne witness to the nightmares that force helix awake, shaking-not-screaming, and he knows enough-

so he makes mimic a voice.

it takes him just over a week to record the entire gbs dictionary. he breaks it down, keeps it alphabetical so it's easier to find the words. dictionaries of other languages are on the list. needle thinks maybe mimic can pick and choose which ones to prioritize later. they'll have time.

(they'll have time, isn't that a novel thought-)

but the dictionary is only part of it. there are plenty of manufactured voices out there already, after all.

the datapad becomes needle's newest conversational partner. he sets it up when he's on his own and lets his train of thought derail. spinning out stories both real and fantastical. drawing out threads until they reach the boiling point of absurdity and send him into a fit of giggles. he repeats the stories he'd told mimic just that afternoon, tells him about the jedi, about the temple, about making their own home. then he remembers what helix had said about mimic wanting to be a pilot, and goes and bullies comet into educating him on starfighters. he recites his lessons to the camera each evening in the moments of stolen solitude he can squirrel away before one of the others comes looking for him.

"it's like learning another language," he says, and wags a finger at the camera. "you're welcome."

needle gifts it to mimic a week after they arrive at the temple with a wireless earpiece to match. no pressure, of course, he says, grinning, just thought it could be a good resource to have, words to borrow at your fingertips, but i know i'm only tolerable in small doses, so-

he squawks when mimic's hug lifts him clear off the ground.

anyway. so. you see my vision.

helix jumps a mile when he first hears needle's laugh in mimic's mouth. stitch yells at needle for a bit about talking so much, needle, is this why your voice was so hoarse- and then restricts him to tea for four days until he's sure his throat has healed. sometimes it's too much, and mimic will stick his earpiece to the fridge and borrow words spoken right in front of him until his brain stops buzzing-

but it works. they work.

and then.

it's a few months in. they're comfortable. they're setting down roots.

then one night needle doesn't come home.

helix doesn't wait to raise the alarm. needle doesn't spend every night home, but he's good about comming when he'll be staying elsewhere. he knows helix is struggling with letting them leave his line of sight.

and now he's gone. and he didn't comm.

the first three days stretch into a week.

then a second week.

then a month.

and now, the vision that has been HAUNTING ME-

helix, clutching mimic's datapad, sitting on the edge of his bed.

the lights are low. his eyes are red.

he hits play.

"-ah, i love them," needle says, laughing. the laugh stretches into a yawn-

(that holds for one, two, three seconds, helix knows it now by heart-)

a knock at the door sounds in the video. needle hunches his shoulders, grimacing- his eyes are dancing, he's not annoyed, not really-

"be right out!" he calls, and then- helix's voice on the other side-

"get your beauty routine under control!"

needle waits until his footsteps have vanished before turning back to the camera-

(six footsteps before they fade enough to become inaudible- helix has counted them so many times-)

"i don't need one," he says, and winks at the camera- his eyes are shining, bright and happy- "he's just jealous all of this is effortless. night, mimic. talk to you in the morning."

the video ends.

helix sits in the dark.

after a moment, he taps at the datapad again.

"ah, i love them," needle says. his laugh- snorting, open, happy-

(one-two-three for the yawn-)

helix hits pause. rewinds.

"i love them," needle says.

pause. rewind.

"i love them."

pause. rewind.

"i love them."

pause. rewind.

"i love them."

#THERE ARE VAGUE PLANS FOR A HAPPY ENDING #BECAUSE I CAN WRITE SOME GOOD ANGST BUT I'LL ALWAYS DELIVER A HAPPY ENDING #but anyway this was cathartic #thank you all for listening to my ramblings #man it does feel better to get this on the page #on the post #whatever #MAYBE NOW MY BRAIN WILL LET ME FOCUS #going missing #inconclusive #heavily implied needle whump #helix needs a hug #shoulder the sky #mimic lives au

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graythegreyt · 1 month

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Sometimes I think about an alternate universe in which Marinette is the sole defender of Paris with both miraculous, and is slowly losing touch with reality because of the unsustainable power she possesses. And Adrien and Alya, Marinette's close partners in our timeline but unable to be in this one, still find their way back to her and try their best to be grounding for their eccentric friend. This is the product of my silly beautiful mind

#Me rambling on my own blog? More likely than you'd think #I just ate a ton of chocolate chips (just straight out of the bag) and I think that's finally getting to me #ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO ME GIVING YOU A BIG KISS ON THE CHEEK. MWAH #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #bug noire #gray's soapbox #gray draws #solitary hero au

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