#and now its time for a ✨breakdown✨

[toshkakoshka]

no i dont think proshippers are rape advocates nor do i think that antishippers are whiny babies i see where both come from but taking it to the extremes because you can’t help but demonize the other is a sign of being terminally online. if you can’t fucking fathom that people don’t have the same views as you and take severe offense to it, block them. it’s your choice to navigate through the internet with the oppositional presence around you, that’s the magic of the internet because everything is literally a choice.

#letra #this is the last time im saying anything about this discourse #i mean if you try to use ‘proshippers are abusers’ on me lemme tell ya buddy i HAVE been abused #and you dont see me having breakdowns over people who want to so much as EXPLORE a CONCEPT via writing or drawing it #if it hurts you just block them and you will know peace i swear to god #and if it doesn’t #move on with your own fucking business motherfucker #that’s IT #anyway i dont feel like debatung this topic so if you agree then reblog it but if you dont just shut up #but im not a cop now am i #its the internet ; everything is a choice ✨

[idle-daydreams]

HEHEHE what a about possessive yandere starters. "Where do you think you're going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only" Dazai or Chuuya! Or Fyodor It's up to you! Thank you for taking my request I love your works!😌✨✨

I chose Fyodor because this prompt seems to fit him best. I hope its okay :)

Tw: Yandere, mentions of sexual assault and stalking, controlling behaviour

“Where do you think you're going dressed like that?”

You froze, hand still upon the doorknob. “Fyodor,” you said, stomach clenching. “I... was just going to the store for some stuff.”

Fyodor stepped out from the shadows of the living-room, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame. “Your body is for my eyes only,” he said in his flat voice. “Have you forgotten that, my love?”

Your stomach dipped again, almost painfully, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. Fyodor was extremely caring, but his concern could be overbearing at times. “I know that,” you said. “But, I mean, I’m not dressed inappropriately.”

“Are you not?”

You looked away. At one time, you wouldn’t have given the black sweatshirt and leggings you were wearing a second thought, but ever since the accident you’d started to second-guess anything even remotely form-fitting. So your clothes tonight had been an active choice. “No,” you said defensively. “Lots of girls dress like this.”

“At home. Not when they go out alone after dark.”

“It’s fine,” you said, somewhat exasperated. “It’s still light out, and the store is like, ten minutes away.”

“But that outfit leaves too much to the imagination.”

“Its leggings and sweatshirt, not a string bikini,” you snapped.

Fyodor pursed his lips. Immediately, a stab of guilt ran through you. “I-I’m sorry,” you said quickly. “I just - Fyodor, I don’t like it when you tell me what to do. I’ve always worn these kinds of clothes, and it’s been fine.”

“Has it?” Fyodor moved towards you, eyes hooded in the dim light of the hallway. You stopped yourself from instinctively pulling back, reminding yourself that it was only your boyfriend. Fyodor brushed his cold fingers down your cheek, and an uncomfortable flush ran across your skin nevertheless.

“Tell me, which one of us gets catcalled when they go outside, my little dove?” he said. “Which one of us had a stalker following them around? Who got assaulted right around the time we first met?”

“That was different,” you stammered, wishing he could pull away as he leaned in even closer. He was tall and thin, barely there at times; yet at times like these he could be overpowering. “It was late at night then, and I - I should have been more careful, but-”

“But this time it is different, yes? Because it is ‘still light out’? Because it happened that way the other time, so it cannot possibly happen now?”

You jerked as he ran his fingers along the insides of your thighs, quickly and violently. “Fyodor!” you exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” He quickly flipped you over, pressing himself against your body until you could feel his manhood against your ass. Before you could react more than a startled gasp he stepped away, leaving you stumbling.

“I tell you what to do because you aren’t smart enough to be left on your own,” he said flatly. “What I did could be done by anyone, anywhere, at any time. Even at a nearly-empty convenience store while its still light out.”

“It won’t happen again,” you said, shaken by Fyodor’s callousness. “That guy is dead.”

“Yes, it is fortunate that he walked off a bridge and drowned after driving you into a breakdown.”

“I didn’t have a breakdown!”

“Really? You call that night you spent crying in my bed something else, then?” He grasped your chin in a pale hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Is it worth it, [Y/N]?” he asked softly. “Is it worth all of it just to defy me? The months of paranoia, having to abandon your job, your boyfriend, your life - will all of it be worth it just to wear an outfit? Because if you like the attention that much, as to twist my concern into something else, then I certainly will not help you should there be any consequences.”

Tears filled your eyes as you struggled to form an answer. You’d thought you were getting better, moving past the assault and the hellish nightmare of having to flee your home-town just to escape your stalker. But that niggling thought still lived at the back of your mind, the ever-present fear of being hunted again. Fyodor had been kind enough to help you out with settling in Yokohama, but you didn’t want to go through all of it again, and certainly not alone.

“... fine, I’ll change,” you said in a small voice.

“It will be better if you don’t go,” Fyodor said. “I planned to go get dinner anyway, so I will get you whatever you need.”

“That’s fine, thank you.”

“Ah, I’ve frightened my little bird.” Fyodor sighed, pressing his lips to the top of your head. You flinched, but forced yourself to lean in, reminding yourself once again Fyodor was your boyfriend. Who loved you more than anything in the world and had gone above and beyond just to prove it.

If only his touch felt kinder, instead of possessive.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, burying your face in his shoulder.

“I am sorry, my little dove. I did not mean to distress you.” He wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head. “But you have to remember, everything I do or say is to protect you. You need protection, after all. You do not know just how beautiful you are, just how unusual your pure soul is in this world of sinners. And your body is the temple of your perfection. So protect it from others, and keep it only for me.”

#yandere fyodor dostoevsky #yandere bsd #yandere fyodor #yandere imagines #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #yandere bungou stray dogs

[c-rowlesdraws]

✨🥀💻I Need A New Computer!💻🥀✨

it's happened: my laptop is finally so old (she really does remember the Obama Administration!) that it can't handle any new OS updates, which is leading to inconvenient consequences. Like, discord crashes after attempting to download its latest update now, so I've been using the web version, in a browser that also yells at me regularly because it cannot be updated. Entropy is slowly swallowing it all, as entropy is slowly swallowing us all.

But before I, too, succumb to entropy, I do still need a computer for work, and also for my heavily computer-based existence, so I'm in the process of buying a desktop PC! After using macs at home since 2002, I'm excited to be making the switch to technology that will let me do incredible things like 1) play most video games and 2) stream sound over OBS without downloading third-party software and watching a youtube tutorial by a guy named SuperMacHaxxTurbo. But in order to welcome home my next computer, I need your help!

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If you've been enjoying my art for a while, or just since recently, I hope you'll consider also supporting me monetarily, if you're able to! No matter what, I'm grateful to everyone who follows me, and all of you rock.

Thank you!

#artists on tumblr #illustration #art prints #art store #my art #catie talks

[wayfayrr]

So here's something I've been working on for a while where one of the links and reader get split from the chain, ending up on present-day Earth. And because Totk has now consumed my focus near entirely he's the lucky one to stick with the reader (as a separate link from wild, for extra ✨drama✨ with the chain - thanks to @neverchecking for sparking that Idea for me)

also if anyone has any ideas for what this au could be named any suggestions would be greatly appreciated I cannot come up with a name for the life of me

I've ended up writing a Part two where sage gets to adjust now as well! And a third to go with it!

It’s been a long few months with the chain since I ended up in Hyrule; being torn from your world certainly isn’t an experience I would wish on anyone.

being chased through all of Hyrule's different histories was bad enough, and now getting dragged through the portals that thing creates by those who once told me they would protect me?

It’s exhausting.

The links are welcoming, mind you, there's just something off about them in that uncanny valley where you know something is wrong, just not what. They’re still well, they're still links. And they’ve had to have known me leaving is always going to have to happen; no matter how overbearing they get; no matter the denial they have; no matter how much they may try fight it. 

I will never belong in Hyrule, that’s a fact.They know this. I have told them time and time and time again, they swore to me that they’d help me get home and now? 

god have they gotten attached, it's like I've been dunked in a potion or something with how comically obsessed most of them are, with how they look at me and treat me like I'm a glass doll.

Time takes advantage of being the oldest, of being the "leader" to arrange shifts where I'm next to him or partners with him for whatever needs be, Warrior seems to be following him to the blueprints when he gets the chance. The smithy looks like he's on the verge of a breakdown when I get within five metres of anything remotely sharp, even just a simple butter knife as if I'm so stupid that I'll injure myself with it. Twilight thankfully doesn't take after his ancestor although that doesn’t mean he’s not without his quirks, that wolf side has indeed left its mark on him after all. Wind’s just a clingy excitable kid, it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong. The Traveler seems clingy while at the same time, he doesn’t seem to think he deserves to be around me; Legend acts both similar to him but also his exact opposite, seemingly hating me with his very soul but being a leech at my side. Sky may play dumb about it to my face but he's down just as bad as the rest taking every opportunity to stake his claim over me with at least one of his clothes, it's uncommon now for me to be without his sailcloth about my shoulders. 

Sage is the one I would have to describe as the one who is the worst, it’s not like I don’t know the exact reason either - it’s only natural they handle it worst. Similar to Wild naturally, acting almost identically but with anything even remotely possessive amped up drastically. He’s the one who’s had to deal with loss the most; with the worst possible circumstances, I’m the one who should’ve expected this.

I mean - I guess it’s sweet as well? If having someone cling to you at all times as they’ve glued themselves to your skin is what you’d consider cute. Since he realised I’ll be leaving eventually, the bare minimum doesn’t even come close to how little time I’ve had alone - no not even alone, just existing without Sage holding me in some way.

“[name]? Were you listening to me?”

And there he goes again - looking at me with the saddest of eyes, like I’ll vanish if he ever takes his eyes off of me.

“Sorry juniper, I zoned out a bit there - what were you saying?”

And wasn’t that the wrong thing to say. His reaction to that was immediate, now he’s looking up at me with puppy dog eyes like I’ve just hung the stars in the sky for them; I can barely breathe with how tightly he’s holding me. I hadn’t even said anythin- I called him by a nickname, right. 

“... can’t you stay? I don’t- I don’t want to lose anyone else...”

And with that, he’s decided to press his face into my shoulder. Is- why is my shirt getting damp..?

He’s crying... Oh, damn it. How do I respond to this - I can’t stand to see him so broken up like this but what can I say?

"You know I can't Sage, I don't belong here and it's not safe for me either"

"but I can make it safe for you! And you do belong, you belong by my side. I know you do!"

Sage's sobs have to be the most heart-wrenching sound I've ever heard, even worse still when I know I'm the one who's the cause of it; not being able to comfort him with anything that's not an outright lie.

There's something else in his voice though, something much darker than heard from any of the heroes let alone Sage, and it sounds dangerous. 

"I have a house, I can hunt, I can fight, I saved Hyrule. I can make sure you're safe and I can keep you happy. aren't… wouldn't you want that [name]? please?"

He's gotten so desperate to keep me here that he's begging me through tears?

"Sage I - you know I can't. it's not fair for me to stay"

"I don’t care that it’s not fair! I just - I just… please, please don’t abandon me. I can’t - I can't lose you as well"

It took a few hours to calm him down but eventually, I managed to get him to stop crying. Granted they did pass out onto me shortly after. 

It was after about fifteen minutes of resting there that things started to feel odd? That seems like the best way to describe it. 

We were just resting after lunch; of course, due to Sage we were a bit further from the rest of the group when it hit, everything got blurred and distorted. Similar to the portals throughout Hyrule’s history but different. Stronger. It felt as though my very cells were being torn apart and remade, like when - like when I was brought here.

“[NAME], SAGE YOU NE- TO -VE”

Is someone screaming? It’s like everything’s been thrown underwater it's all muffled and faded. Even as I try to get up with Sage’s weight on me, I can barely shift, let alone get away from this portal drawing me in.

...

And then I was back on earth.

There wasn’t a large ceremonial goodbye, there wasn’t even really anything special about the portal.

I'm just here.

And with an oddly familiar weight on my side actually, a very very familiar weight on my side…

“SAGE???”

Sage’s here, of course, he is. Of course, the shadow hasn't had enough of just sending the links between different Hyrules. Of course, Sage gets thrown into my world with me. Do the rest of the chain know we’re even still alive? Know we’re safe? Or do they think - think that we were killed? How long have I even been gone? I spent months with the chain, months, did anyone report me missing, was I gone long enough for that? My phone should have resynced with the time here, I just need to check it.

It’s not even been a day.

All of that, everything and it's been less than a day. I have to slot myself back into everyday normal as if nothing has happened. 

Snap yourself out of this [name], there’s no point in getting stressed. Just deal with everything as it comes.

“Sage, wake up, please.”

He’s moving now, okay, that’s fine, he’s fine, He’s alive. He’s alive, the gloom didn’t worsen, can’t have worsened and…

There’s someone who should be fictional, who is famous in his own right, lying on my side in my living room. I've been gone for barely a day and now to everyone else, there's a stranger with a funky-looking arm in my house. How will I - is there even a way to explain this?

Everything in my life is upended now, this isn't a normal thing, not something that can just be explained away. how do I? Where do I-

I don't know - this isn't something I've ever considered dealing with.

Now I wish Sage was up and being clingy, anything would be better than sitting here in silence with my thoughts like this. There are a couple of ways I could think to wake him properly, but just as I move to shake him he sits up immediately. Panic set in at the same moment leading him to hold me close while looking over every corner of the room we’re in.

“Where are we? Did the others abandon us? This isn’t like anything I’ve seen in any Hyrule.” “We aren’t in Hyrule now.” 

Might as well just bite the bullet and get this over with.

“Welcome to earth link, in all of its awful glory.”

#linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #link x reader #lu sage

[chycoin]

Last part of my acoustic review!

First Previous

(Ik @lizaluvsthis pointed this out but I still wanted to talk about this scene as well)

When Smg3 hides Mario inside his hat for almost a good minute, Mario jumps out of there claiming that Smg3 needs to use shampoo or in other words needs a good shower.

Now, if we look into the latest video from the SMG4 Crew, if you’re one of those people who looks closer into the background details to find lore or clues that can lead up to a possible plot in future episodes of the series, you can see that Smg4 has researched if Smg3 takes a shower (as if Google is going to know that ._.xD) because he also has noticed that 3 stinks to the point that is kinda unbearable to be near him and even calling him out on it.

During the writing of this, I was talking to my partner and pointing out that Smg3 hasn’t taken a shower in days if not weeks, which I didn’t expect to have the same idea as him about the reason that he hasn’t taken a shower could be because maybe the guy is depressed since having depression can lead to not care about your hygiene that much or even yourself.

Which I’m going say that its probably going to get worse but who knows, maybe after this episode Smg3 will open up more but trust takes a long time to build up and specially when you lived almost your entire life alone, with no one to trust or cry to. Being in someone else’s shadow and everyone just viewing you as just the bad guy and never looking underneath that evil persona that you built up over the years.

But moving on, after Mario complains about Smg3’s odor. Getting poisoned, carried has a football, kidnapped and pulled like a rag doll…

Some may think that Smg4 still sees Smg3 as someone selfish and all but here’s the thing…

How was he supposed to know that Smg3 wasn’t feeling alright, if 3 isn’t letting his feelings out and just bottling himself to the point he snaps to Smg4 and tells him how he feels. How he’s been viewing himself as. Not caring anymore if Smg4 judges him or makes fun of him for being vulnerable, just like it happened when they wrecked his studio.

He even sounded like he was about to breakdown in front of Mario and Smg4, definitely a lot of emotion right there. To which I’ll say that James really did a good job with the voice acting👌

Now that Smg4 knows how 3’s been feeling, he does what a friend does and he well said it at the beginning of the episode

He lets Smg3 have the USB that was going to make 4’s channel popular, so 3’s café can be popular instead because he knows how much it matters to Smg3. He knows that this is going to give 3 that love and fame he’s been wanting for years.

If you guys remember that Sun and Moon example I did on the first part of this long ass review.

If I well said that the moon (Smg3) can’t shine that bright because is just a floating rock, it doesn’t mean the moon can’t receive help from the sun (Smg4) to shine a little bit by sharing some of that light. So, that’s what happened here.

(I expected a hug but I still like the fist bump 🤲✨)

After a beautiful and sentimental moment between these goobers, they see a light that at first they thought it was a sunrise but of course, they forgot that the dump was having a daily clean up that same night and like any normal human being, they would freak out and try to escape the place before getting blown to ashes.

Smg3 blames Mario for running away and Mario tells him that if only they knew how to BLJ, they wouldn’t have taken that long to find him. That’s when Smg4 has an idea to get them out of there, telling Mario to BLJ for their lives.

Eventually they get out of there and land on 3’s CnB. Smg3 grabs the video and starts to upload it to endorse his café buuut the plot twist is that the video with “Michael Jordan” didn’t have “Michael Jordan” and instead had a snail with name of “Mikel Jorden” endorsing the café.

Here’s where I question if Smg4 really know’s how to read? Like I get it, people can misread and it isn’t crime at all but man, there’s no way you didn’t catch the differences between “Michael Jordan” and “Mikel Jorden” ._.xD

Anyways, Smg3 was about to hand 4’s ass to him, after realizing he went through all that trouble for nothing and Smg4 wasn’t going to do anything about it since he would’ve probably done the same thing in 3’s place.

Though, someone enters the place, to which 3 & 4 turn around to see who entered the establishment and realized it was no other than Mikel Jorden and a bunch of more snails entering the place, causing the place to temporarily close down due to snail infestation.

AND THAT’S IT!!!!

My final thoughts of this episode:

Without a doubt one of my favorites. James really did a great job with the voice acting in this episode.

He’s done a great job with Smg3 over the course of the series but this episode he really sent it with the emotion 👍

The jokes landed nicely, making me laugh more than once of course.

And finally, the plot was really good. I like that we get to dive into Smg3’s character and see what’s going on with him a little more. I wonder what other things the next episodes will have in store to discover ;)

With that said, that’s it from me.

Thanks for reading this attempt of a review I did and sorry for taking long to finish this part but I kind of procrastinated this and not to mention I had other stuff going on. If ya’ll find grammar errors, misspellings, or some misplaced arguments or thoughts, that’s because I’m no good writer nor reviewer.

Though, I wanted to give it a try since I’ve been a fan of reading and watching this kind of stuff and I’ve seen a lot of people sharing their opinions and povs about Smg4 episodes, which gave me the courage to give this a try.

Will I do this again? Idk, maybe if I get the courage to try this again but let’s see what happens ;)

Welp that’s it (frs this time xd)

Have a goodnight guys *passes out*

#tired #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #smg4 review #ascends in peace

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (64)

*How Dr. Gaul’s Reaping Day Speech went*

Coryo: *enters Heavensbee Hall* Ugh. I’m tired.😞 I should’ve waited for Seji Pie’s car to pick me up.

Clemensia: Snowy! Snowy, over here!

Festus: Coryo, my bro, they’re serving posca today!

Coryo: Free posca?🥹

Festus: Yeah! Free posca!

Felix: And a scandalously tasting lamb!

Coryo: Nice! Let me just grab a plate real quick.

Lysistrata: No need! You can have my plate instead.😊

Coryo: Thank you, Lizzie. You’re the best.

Lysistrata: Of course I am.

Felix: Try the lamb stew first. It’s really delicious.

Coryo: Well, don’t mind if I do-

Clemensia: Bestie, are you sweating right now?

Coryo: Yeah.

Clemensia: Did you walk from your place to school again?

Coryo: Unfortunately.

Festus: I thought you and your darling boyfriend decided to take his car to school today?

Coryo: I thought so too. However, Strabo Plinth happened.

Felix: Did your Seji Pie stood you up because of his scheming father?

Coryo: No, not really. Ma called me earlier and said that her two beloved idiots were having another shouting match about the Hunger Games again.

Festus: Why though?

Clemensia: Its Reaping Day, you child.🙄

Festus: Reaping Day?! That’s today?!

Clemensia: Obviously.

Festus: But I thought today was Flower Power Friendship Day!

Coryo: ✨FPFD✨ was last month, Creed!

Festus: Oh. My mistake. Now I feel bad for wearing my glow in the dark sunflower suit for this solemn event.😞

Coryo: Well, at least you’re not wearing your blinding mirrorball suit like last time.

Festus: To be fair, I thought we were celebrating ✨Glitter Glam Dance Dance Baby Day✨, and not Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game.

Felix: But seriously, Creed, stop wearing your weird suits every Reaping Day. People might think that you’re being undeniably churlish and disrespectful.

Festus: Fine! But no promises.

Androcles: At least you’re not wearing inappropriate short shorts like Heavensbee-

Hilarius: My Reaping Day short shorts are classy and iconic, Andie! They even make my long luscious legs look fabulous.

Androcles: I disagree.

Hilarius: But-

Urban: Honestly, Hilari, Anderson is right. Your Reaping Day short shorts just make you look like a stupid kinky whor-

Lysistrata: Watch your profanities, Ban Ban.

Urban: You’re not my mom!

Lysistrata: Thank Panem for that.

Hilarius: My short shorts are beautiful!

Androcles: Doubt.

Coryo: *sighs* I wish my Seji Pie was here right now-

Sejanus: *suddenly appears and hugs Coryo from behind* My love, I’m finally here!

Coryo: What’s wrong, Babe? Why are you crying?

Sejanus: You have to help me fight my evil old man again!😭

Coryo: Fine. Let’s go.

Felix: May the odds be ever in your favor, brother.

Coryo: Thanks. *walks away to confront Strabo with a crying Sejanus*

Lysistrata: Poor Sejanus. He’s going to make a scene again, isn’t he.😔

Clemensia: I hope not.

Felix: But he probably will.

Hilarius: I’ll bet 50 bucks that he’ll throw his chair at our poor innocent screen again.

Festus: Like last year’s Hunger Games?

Dennis: Lol. Last year was wild.

Androcles: Last year was awful.

Urban: What do you mean by awful Last time I checked, we don’t watch the Hunger Games.

Felix: True. We have agreed to stop watching Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game for good because of poor Coryo’s mental and “feral” breakdowns.

Urban: Don’t forget about Apollo Ring’s endless crying and crazy Monty’s death screams.

Androcles: Of course I know that, Ban Ban. We all know that.

Dennis: To be fair, the blood and gore will only trigger our irreversible war traumas again.

Androcles: But that still didn’t stop rich boy Sejanus Plinth from throwing his chair at the screen last year.

Felix: He also threw mine.😢

Dennis: And mine.

Clemensia: Well, unlike the rest of you, I’m the only one who doesn’t have an irreversible war trauma-

Dennis: Yet. You don’t have one yet! But someday, you will!😀

Androcles: Eventually.

Dennis: Definitely.

Clemensia: Is that a threat?

Dennis: No. I just have a strong feeling that this year, you’ll finally develop one that will make your boring life more interesting-

Androcles: Just like the rest of us!

Clemensia: I would rather stay normal and boring.

Dennis: Don’t you want to connect with Palmyra Monty-

Clemensia: No.

Dennis: Or understand Persephone’s crazy behavior?

Clemensia: No.

Androcles: But Percy Price is great! I mean, just look at her sniffing and asking those unlucky students over there if they stole her “delicious” Maid Stew again.

Persephone: *is running wild all over the place* Where’s my Maid Stew?! Give me my Maid Stew! Festus, my love, did you hide my precious stew?! Weewoo! Where’s my stew?! Arachne, you b*tch! Give me my stew!

Festus: Not again.😞

Arachne: I’m so calling the Peacekeepers after this.

Felix: *sighs* I just hope that this year will be peaceful and productive for everyone-

Arachne: But you.

Felix: Don’t jinx me, Crane! I’ll curse you back!

Arachne: Lol. You can try-

Felix: I hope you’ll wear an ugly neck brace for the rest of the Hunger Games!

Arachne: Ha! Like that would ever happen-

Felix: Just you wait, Crane. Just you wait!

Clemensia: Yup. I would rather stay normal.

Hilarius: So. . . Who wants to continue the betting?😊

Urban: Fine. I’ll bet 70 bucks if Plinth throws at least 2 chairs at Dr. Gaul today.

Pup: A hundred if one of those chairs “accidentally” hits Highbottom.

Hilarius: A thousand if Highbottom blames poor Coryo for not defending him against Plinth.

Pup: Hilari, I thought you said that you don’t have any money left to bet since the day that your creepy old man froze your weekly allowance for good-

Hilarius: That’s why I’m betting.

Pup: You do know that your odds of winning are pretty low, right?

Hilarius: That’s why I’m betting everything.😎

Pup: Well, good luck being homeless and penniless before this day ends.

Hilarius: I’m not homeless! I’m just temporarily displaced and having indefinite sleepovers with Festus and his pet rats!

Pup: Please don’t tell me that you’re sleeping inside Creed’s rat infested dumpster-

Festus: Heavensbee is currently sleeping in my rat infested dumpster.

Pup: How the mighty have fallen.

Hilarius: FYI, Pup, Creed’s old dumpster was cozy and comfortably-

Lysistrata: Dirty.

Gaius: Yo, can I bet too?

Coryo: *joins the group again with a now happy Sejanus* Guys, please stop betting on my boyfriend’s random outbursts and anger issues.

Urban: Why?

Coryo: He will cry.

Sejanus: I will cry.

Festus: 20 bucks if Seji Pie yells “you’re all monsters” at the teachers again.

Sejanus: Double it.

Coryo: Festus, don’t encourage him!

Festus: But I need money.

Coryo: We all need money!

Sejanus: I have money.😀

Hilarius: Can I borrow-

Sejanus: No. You’re not my Coryo.

Hilarius: Sad.😢

Prof.Sickle: Children, sit down! We’re officially starting!

Felix: But we’re still eating-

Prof.Sickle: F*ck your lamb stew! Sit down!

Felix: My Gran Gran will hear about this.

Coryo: Let’s get this over with and go home to your place, Babe.

Sejanus: Will you hold and comfort me when I cry again, my love?🥺

Coryo: Always.

Festus: Front seat! Front seat! I’ll take the front seat!

Felix: Coryo, let me sit next to you-

Lysistrata: Me first!

Hilarius: No, me!

Apollo: Weewoo! Excuse me!

Diana: Bro, share the chair!

Androcles: Scooch over, Hilari! I’m sitting next to Felix.

Persephone: Festus!

Festus: Yes, my love?

Persephone: Sit on my lap!

Festus: Really?

Persephone: Sit on my lap now!

Festus: Yes, my queen!

Hilarius: Yo, Urban, can I sit on your lap?

Urban: F*ck off, Heavensbee.

Sejanus: Coryo-

Coryo: I’m already sitting on yours, Babe.

Sejanus: I know that and I love it, my love!😍 Every bit of it! Every single minute!

Coryo: Babe-

Sejanus: You can even sit on my lap forever!

Coryo: My love-

Sejanus: And ever and ever!

Prof.Sickle: Children! Children, for the love of Panem, please act normal today!

Palmyra: Define normal-

Dr.Gaul: *enters the scene* How tantalizing to see all your shining young faces on this auspicious day-

Androcles: Is this day really auspicious?

Felix: *is still holding and eating his lamb stew* Nah. This lamb stew is more auspicious than her.

Everyone: *snickers*

Gaius: Nice one, Class Pres!

Prof.Sickle: Children, quiet!

Dr.Gaul: *glares at Felix* I am Dr. Volumnia Gaul! Your humble Head Gamemaker-

Hilarius: She ain’t humble though-

Prof.Sickle: Heavensbee!

Hilarius: Just saying.

Dr.Gaul: *glares daggers at Hilarius* In charge of the War Department and all its affiliated concerns-

Festus: *stands up and praises the heavens* Thank Panem! Thank you, Panem! She’s not in charge of the Food Department!

Prof.Sickle: Creed-

Festus: *turns around and faces the crowd* Hip hip!

Everyone: Hooray!

Festus: Hip hip!

Everyone: Hooray!🥳

Festus: Hip hip-

Prof.Sickle: Creed, sit down!

Festus: I was just-

Dr.Gaul: *suddenly throws a chalkboard eraser at Festus* As I was saying, you stupid brat!

Festus: You were saying?

Vipsania: Wow. He just said that.

Diana: Creed is so brave.

Juno: And stupid.

Domitia: Definitely.

Livia: Lol. Somebody is getting another demerit again.

Festus: And it’s not gonna be me-

Prof.Sickle: For the love of my sh*tty salary, Creed! Sit the f*ck down and shut up!

Festus:. . .

Everyone:. . .

Prof.Sickle: Dr. Gaul, please continue.

Dr.Gaul: As I was saying, I’d broken free of my laboratory today-

Coryo: That was a big mistake.

Sejanus: True.

Felix: I concur.

Dr.Gaul: What is wrong with you?!

Coryo: Sejanus, my love, she is bullying me again!

Sejanus: Felix, give me your chair!

Felix: No.

Hilarius: Don’t be a coward, Class Pres! Give him your chair!

Felix: No! Sejanus will just throw my poor innocent chair again!

Hilarius: I need money!

Sejanus: I need a chair!

Hilarius: *stands up* Here! You can have my chair!

Sejanus: Ew. No. I’m not touching that.

Hilarius: Why?!😭

Sejanus: You know why!

Hilarius: Sleeping in a dumpster for 3 straight days doesn’t mean that I’m permanently filthy!

Festus: My pet rats disagree.

Prof.Sickle: Dr. Gaul, please continue!

Dr.Gaul: To examine you!

Apollo: Me?

Dr.Gaul: Yes, you! The leaders of the next generation-

Apollo: I’m going to be a leader?

Urban: I hope not.

Dr.Gaul: *is now giving everyone her infamous death stare* I won’t be around forever after all-

Clemensia: Thank Panem.

Felix: Thank you, Panem!

Diana: Panem is good!

Gaius: All the time!

Lysistrata: Penam is good?

Apollo: All the time!

Sejanus: My pockets are full!

Coryo: All the time!

Androcles: My grades are sh*t!

Urban: All the time!

Palmyra: My cooking is good!

Everyone: No!

Prof.Sickle: *is now losing her mind* Children, please! I’m begging you! Be normal! Be f*ckin’ normal! Just for today! Dammit! Just for this f*ckin’ day! Heck! Do it for me! Do it for your favorite teacher!

Livia: She’s not my favorite-

Prof.Sickle: I really really need that f*ckin’ salary raise, you monsters!😭

Dr.Gaul:. . .

Everyone:. . .

Felix: This lamb stew still tastes scandalous though.

Io: Felix, please-

Felix: Just saying.

Dr.Gaul: Highbottom was right! I should’ve retired years ago!😩

#tbosas #crack post #crack ship #snowjanus #snowplinth #coriolanus snow #president snow #sejanus plinth #lucy gray baird #hilarius heavensbee #felix ravinstill #festus creed #clemensia dovecote #lysistrata vickers #casca highbottom #dr gaul #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #hunger games #the hunger games #suzanne collins #alternative universe #thg fic #thg incorrect quotes #tbosas fic #tbosas incorrect quotes #crack treated seriously #thg fanfiction #thg series

[anns-works]

Ok so i've got something that yall would probably hate me for. But ive been holding this simmering pot of angst for a while and the first thing i was taught is to share, so suffer with me.

New ROTTMNT AU:

Rather than being the only one out of his brothers to survive in the no-good-very-bad-horrible future, Leo is the only brother who dies.

Okay okay okay.

But i personally like to think that after the krang come out everything goes to shit in the bad timeline everyone goes oh fuck and start teaming up right? Human yokai cryptids mutants– none of that matters as long as you got eachothers back.

And after the initial stumbles the brothers start their active participation in the resistance.

Heres the thing.

Leo is genuinly terrifying at coming up with a plan. Kid went toe to toe with motherfucking Big Mama and came out victorious. Big Mama, as if the most terrifying yokai crime boss Big Mama. Kid came out with a smile. Its safe to say his strategies were incredibly effective and it kinda pissed off a couple of people.

Military dude 1: I can't believe i'm following a plan made by a 16 yo mutanat turtle.

Military dude 2: Your just upset the kid called out all the flaws your plan had in less than 2 seconds flat.

But the one pissed off the most were the krang. This tiny insignificant insect was able to somehow keep the resistance 3 steps ahead. So naturally, they went to take him down first.

It took a while but eventually they managed to isolate Leo. His brothers were fighting up a storm but the krang got too much and so they had to leave. Without Leo.

About a week later which involved a lot of crying and screaming, the krang brodacast a live footage of torturing Leo (my boi) before krangyfying (did i spell that right) him.

And now the krang have leo on their side. Leo, who knows everything there is to know abt the resistance (hes a gossipy bitch but thats only cuz its important to have the intel) so they are in deep shit now.

And he was a zombie for a while guys. Fighting against him always had people dying and his fam having a mental breakdown.

Eventually they take him down, but at what cost. (One of the brothers killed him. cuz angst. And now the question is who is the MOST angst) Also, Leo is the first person to die in the resistance. (Ouch)

Casey rools up and has no fucking clue who Leo is (ouch) or why his mom wanted him to take up the role as Casey's dad (HC: Cass took one look at tge record of Leo's victories against his brothers in the lair games, strategy skills and medical knowledge; and declared that he would be Casey jr.'s father. Leo was incredibly touched)

But for some reason. For soME FUCKING REASON. Kid is so much like Leo its scary. His family is near tears everytime they see him act like that. That one time he made a shitty pun and Donnie started crying.

Well its probably due to the blue imaginary friend he has that he calls Bluey. Yes we're going towards that direction. His everything comes from being influenced by the cool older brother figure he has as an imaginary friend. (Cuz of ✨Mystic Shenanigans✨ Bluey is still stuck here. Mikey is the only one who can also see him. But he cant. Cuz hes depressed)

Also without Mr. A-Ninja's-Greatest-Weapon-Is-Hope I feel like shit gets really depressing in the resistance. Everyones sad. Baby casey is sad to see everyone sad. So he asks Bluey's help and picks up his general style of humor. Angst shenanigans.

And. AND. AND. During the whole peepaws time travel back after the movie montage (I am a aimple woman w/ simple need) these depressed hunks see this tiny version of their blue brother still covered in bandages and not fully healed from the krangvasion, and their immediete reaction? Protecc.

Leo is confused abt a lot of things. The future version of his brothers that got spat out of nowhere. Casey and how that worked w/ their Casey. The blue projection of HIS angsty future self (who is pretty cool btw). PTSD. You know, the works. At this point my guy is just vibing, and honestly? The story picks up a pretty chill pace from there. Its all abt healing now baby.

So thats the rough outline of the au. And it might sound like a fucking add but heres more abt this silly little idea that came from my silly little head. -> You'll (Never) Never Be Alone

#rottmnt future au #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt future leonardo #rise tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt leo #rottmnt disaster twins #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leo angst #rottmnt angst #You'll (Never) Be Alone

[felixdragonheartofficial]

TFP KINDA SUCKS RANT

Unfiltered opinion below ⬇️(long)

Transformers prime

Listen, you can like what you like, but tfp is not the Pinnacle of transformers media like every salty old fan of it says it is

Repetitive soundtrack

The soundtrack isn't varied, all of the music is comprised of grandiose orchestral pieces that become so goddamn repetitive it leaves you feeling empty. There's never any other emotion present in the music other than

"feel epic now pls"

I shit you not. There are scenes that are "supposed" to be funny, but it's just stale dialogue with absolutely no background music so it doesn't work at all. Any emotion conveyed with music is either epic, sad, or action and nothing else

"Haha, no moments of silly, that would kill the seriousnesz emo vibe U_U"

Terrible setting

Tfp is also much more visually unappealing due to the uncanny af models, the barren and drab backgrounds, and a convenient lack of humans to "disguise" from

not to mention how fuckin weird they look

sims 4 mfs

I'm so sick of animation elitists saying TFP's the better show because it's 3D and 3D is somehow Automatically better because it's "more advanced and sophisticated" which if you ever dipped your fingers into animation at all, you'd know how untrue that is

Feats of storytelling can be attained with either or, and the execution is dependent on the style and narrative that the show presents

TFP was trying to go for a visually darker theme, which is why they went for a realism. The only problem is that the settings are bleak and devoid of any soul

Speaking of which

Robots in disguise... From what???

Outside of team prime, there are literally no humans with speaking roles that have actual story importance

except for Silas

until there are infact- no, non-team humans of significance ever again, either because they couldn't afford the voice actors anymore, or they just chose to never bring them up again.

We don't get to actually see people, we only see the implication of human dwelling and it's lackluster.

There's never any of that conflict or tension that the show promised with the disguise plot, and It pisses me off so much because not only do a bare few of the fights happen around or inside of inhabited areas

but these robots

ARE LOUD

HOW THE HELL HAS NOBODY WALKED OUTSIDE OF THEIR HOUSE TO CHECK

A N Y T H I N G

"Honey, do you hear that loud, metallic ripping and obnoxious plasma fire?"

"Must be the neighbors shagging, Gerald. Don't be such a paranoid freak<3"

"Fair enough Cathleen, let's go back to playing spiderman 2 for the ps5"

"robots In disguise"

respectfully, Hasbro- you can eat out my entire ass with your forked tongue, ye fuckin liars✨

The Nothing Narrative

Tfp legit feels like the circle jerk of patriotism, oh my god.

Sure, it sounds far fetched but let's not forget that this show has agent fowler sucking off the American government every chance he gets

Its so audacious to show the devastation that war brought to cybertron, only to turn around and be like

"So kiddos, wanna join le special forces" at the end of it

How can you be anti war and pro US military?

The US

The leading imperialistic force in the world for the last 200+ years?

That's who you wanna prop up as a stand up figure in your "war is bad" show??

H o w

How Does That W o r k that's so fucking stupid

Wasted potential

considering wasted character opportunities that pissed everyone off, tfp weighs down the heaviest

1.Breakdown could've joined the autobots-killed off because they couldn't afford the va

2.Airachnid could've come back as a larger threat with her hoard of zombie/vampire insecticons -transported to Luna 1 and then never seen from again because they couldn't afford the va

3.cybertronian pirates were supposed to appear but didn't because they didn't use their own production bible

And that shit show sequel

(nice one hasbro, you really rodded yourself up the asshole with a ferocity for the millionth time)

Oh and that one moment that legit pissed me off

When megatron pulled that

"because I now know the true meaning of oppression, and have thus lost my taste for inflicting it"

😐

This prompts the question for me

Why would you even waste the little budget that you had creating this show with a premise that literally lies to the audience??

Its so funny that people meatride this show so hard because of animation elitist bullshit like "3D animation is better than 2D"

And yet, despite the scathing review I just gave I do not gaf if you watch this show and like it, that's literally great for you

But don't ever claim that it does narratives better than TFA/Earthspark dude, omg

#tfp #rant post #arg #transformers prime #AUUUUUGH

[spiritshaydra]

Aw hell yeah it’s Spit’s Soundwave Headcanons time, NOW ITS TIME TO GET FUNKY

Currently suffering a very annoying cold on the one week of my college semester where I’m actually off, so I guess it’s time to unleash my Very Bad Goofy Aah And Kinda Angsty Headcanons For The Sweeb; because not only am I physically ill I’m also very ✨mentally ill✨🥰 a double whammy if you will. (Meant to post it earlier so I no longer have a nasty cold nor am I on break still. 😔)

Heres some of my other shitty headcanon posts! Here and here

LETS BEGIN SHALL WE?

Soundwave is the Nemesis’s resident shitty cryptid. He’s like having a black cat live in your house that’s also twenty three feet tall and made of metal. He has the whole shebang down to an art: he will stare at you judgmentally from across the room, has the horrible ability to practically materialize out of the shadows without warning despite being a giant space robot, is completely silent but is fully capable of making the Worst Noises Known To Man if he so desired, will be found where you least expect it, and he may or may not be the type to do a horrible skitter in the unholy hours of the night.

There’s also cases of him being petty in a sort of “nobody would ever believe you” sort of way, such as knocking things off of someone’s (Starscream’s) desk.

Belling him like a cat might solve the whole “sneaking up out of nowhere” problem, however good luck on actually SUCCEEDING in that. Plus, it would get in the way of him being y’know, a spymaster.

Dude likes stray cats. <3

Gonna also say that he’s a fan of Hatsune Miku because ???? Yes

He doesn’t like direct prolonged eye contact and will take it as a threat or challenge. This is even more evident in the extremely rare instances where he’s unmasked, as he will never look someone in the eyes in that circumstance. One thing he does do when unmasked is that he’ll tilt his head to his blindside to be able to see with his functional optic better. (He’s fully blind on the damaged side of his face.)

He never sits normally and will instead crouch or perch on things as a substitute. There’s no logic to it other than it’s what he finds comfortable apparently.

He is a massive shitlord. And a pretty passive aggressive one at that. He may be quiet and not the most social, but he is absolutely not a submissive or shy individual.

I bestow (one of) the highest honor I can give upon him: ✨aro/ace spectrum✨ or bust baby!!1!1! Or at least ace. This dude wouldn’t be able to tell if someone tried romancing HIM specifically unless they straight up said so. He also just,, doesn’t really think about those sorts of things either and has no interest whatsoever. If hit on, he’s just going to squint at the offender in question before going back to work (in most circumstances at least)

✨robot autism✨ (the other highest honor I can give)

Wavewave hostility. Yeeeeaaaah he’s indifferent towards Shockwave at the BEST. It’s Wave on Wave violence at worst. (TO BE FAIR, the scientist doesn’t give him much thought in return) He’s not going to be charitable towards the mech who experimented on his cassettes (when they were alive-) behind his back. Sooo,,, they are very much not “friends”. To say that he wasn’t ecstatic that Shart had survived the Spacebridge explosion would be one way to put it.

Besides really simple repairs and other quick fixes, he absolutely hates being in the medbay; to the point where out of any of the members of the Nemesis crew, he’s the one wearing the badge of “#1 worst patient ever “ (with what could be described as pride.) Anything involving removing the visor for repairs is like pulling teeth, and any major damage repairs goes straight to hell to the point where he’s actually had to be subdued at least once or twice. Usually it’s also a two person team sort of ordeal with Knockout doing the complicated medical procedures while Breakdown’s providing backup. Nobody involved enjoys it in the slightest. Hence the worst patient ever award.

He has the tendency to hide in hard to reach places like up in the rafters. Never to get out of doing his work, as he’s a workaholic, but more so to avoid meetings with those he despises, some medical things, and sometimes just to decompress. Normally this could just be attributed to some of his weird quirks, and it’s completely harmless, until it isn’t. The bad thing about this, is that he will try to hide when gravely injured instead of going to the medbay. Generally you could find him by following the energon splatters and looking for the dim purple glow among the shadows close to the ceiling of a storage room. Sometimes there’s energon dripping from the rafters. Usually if he does get badly hurt while on the field, he is to be escorted directly to the medbay so this doesn’t happen.

He had to be almost completely rebuilt some time during the war on Cybertron. We’re talking the almost complete destruction of his frame. There’s a reason why he doesn’t have the bulky heavier armored frame of his gladiator days, despite it likely being more useful in combat. I mean, who would willingly choose to get rid of their functional wrists? The ability to pronate one’s wrist is pretty useful I’d assume. (Look at his design in the show, the dude doesn’t have wrists :,D just really REALLY long forearms. He’s basically doing a more extreme case of raptor hands.) He was rebuilt with what supplies were on hand at the time, with modifications and adjustments being made until we get to what we see now. (Many modifications were made to up his fear factor, to unease targets in combat)

Before his face was destroyed in the Pits as a gladiator, he actually wore a half visor over his optics. Not out of necessity, but for the intimidation/fear factor it added to his gladiatorial matches. Oh the irony. In present day, it’s entirely out of necessity and out of security as well.

I see him as a stray cat sort of guy. I dunno, characters caring for stray cats in an alleyway gotta be one of my favorite genres.

Definitely would’ve been the kid that hisses at people in the hallway in high school. Definitely got the vibe imo

#tfp #maccadams #maccadam #transformers #transformers shitpost #transformers prime #tfp headcanons #tfp soundwave #soundwave #tfp soundwave headcanons #headcanon #shitpost

[canaidliafail]

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streamer ellie Williams x dancer reader 🌿

Id call this an excessively long shitpost. It is in the same timeline with staygrounded but I wrote it down for self indulgent reasons such as -to no ones surprise- venting. It ain’t good btw but its getting better I think.

CW: first of all, reader is a dancer/ dance teacher || short mention of self harm || MDI: there are sexual themes if I remember correctly || Ellie being very gay

If you by any chance do enjoy this concept I don’t mind writing a part 2 tho. Requests are open ✨

“you blame it on the drugs I dont give a fuck cause the damage is done,

and you talk about suicide, its the way you manipulate”

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

gossip, rumors, spreading a false narrative and falling in love with being a victim of life and most importantly a victim of you.

So many things that could have been said about her. So many and yet all sat stale at the tip of your tongue. You wanted to rip her to shreds, put a curse on her and considered spending life in prison for premeditated murder. Then you cried and just prayed she would leave you alone and that she would find happiness and that you would never hear anything about it. You scratched your arms, the stitches holding your flesh together getting irritably itchier day by day. flesh that you so willingly sliced a week ago and regretted right after.

It was fucking embarrassing to fall to such depths of despair and misery cause of love. In life we allow things to happen to us. Saying that was comfort of some sorts. It gave you control over a situation that you were dragged around like a puppet.

Could truly another person's venom poison you this irreversibly?

And while you did crave love and attention you refused to humiliate yourself by asking for it,let alone admit to it.

“she didn’t love you, she loved the idea of being with you. You have to realize it baby, You are a known figure now…People will do that to you. This is a whole new world you just entered”

You shook your head and dully stared at the screen playing lo-fi on loop

“New world ? Feels like I'm back in high school”

You sat on the other end of the couch numb and mute. It had been a week since you spoke to your roommate and two since you last saw your whole friend group. You warned them

“I can’t talk but I really need you”

and they came and would chime in to whatever little but you were willing to share that night.

You all woke up around the same time the next day, exam season not really willing to cooperate with your mental breakdown and started getting ready. You had already failed 2 subjects. shit was not going your way so on the fourth day you just gave up and decided to go with the flow

“how bad can it get”

bit of advice fellas, never fucking say that cause it CAN get worse.

While initially you were well prepared for exams, You mixed up the days when you were supposed to submit assignments and the days when you were taking a written exam.

2 failed subjects, 4 more to go.

4 failed subjects… 2 more to go

Hot girl summer just doesn’t feel the same once you hit your 20s it seems.

_________________ 𓆩♡𓆪 _________________

You were aimlessly watching one story after the other,barely there and hardly caring what exactly you were looking at. Abby had just posted one cryptic photo with a girl you saw around in the community and smiled. You could tell something was going on with her and that other streamer girl and you smiled. You thought they were a good match and quite frankly you were just glad to see that some people were doing better in their love life than you ever could. It gave you hope that things like that still existed even if you weren't meant to experience them. Ellie had also just posted and you took a minute longer to appreciate her slender form dressed in tights and a top while horse riding. She was hot and she knew it and you liked that attitude of hers. You checked the next story which was a black screen with a text

*I fell off my horse two minutes after taking that pic*

And chuckled. Your eyes drifted off to the green square mark and cocked a brow

Oh?

So you were in her close friends ?

You sat up

“Wait since when has she-” You asked yourself out loud and noticed that indeed she was following you. In the midst of working on new content and getting out of your depressive slump you started checking your social less and less too busy with dance practice and trying to enjoy life and it seemed like in the middle of your subtle break things…. Happened

Maybe a few months ago when you were down bad for her this would’ve affected you but now you just shrugged and closed your phone. You need to get back to practicing a new dance combo for a video and you couldn’t be bothered. Your ex had scared you off from dating public figures for good. Dating was a strong word…You hardly wanted even a fling at this point.

You got dressed up and put on a wig, fixing your makeup in place and making a movement test before you went to the studio to record the new choreo so that you could only worry about the variation and not have any unnecessary technical issues. The studio was a few minutes away from your place by bus and you put on the songs you planned on rehearsing to get in the mood on your way there humming softly and tuning out any other thought polluting your mind.

There's was a text notification from the user

Elliefuckingwilliams

Which you forced yourself to ignore refusing to entertain whatever she could have texted you. If this was a month ago maybe you would have but now you didnt want to.

_________________ 𓆩♡𓆪 _________________

Ignoring her was your plan until you posted the new video of your dance which admittedly you did look good and may have been one of your best videos up to date. Ellie Was the third like on that post and she had shamelessly double texted you. You chewed on your lip nervous and uncertain

“She texted me again”

Ophelia, your roommate, peeked her head from her iPad and looked at you curious

“Who?”

“Ellie”

“ELLIE?! WAIT THE ELLIE?!” She jumped up and for a moment you for sure she came for your throat but instead clutched the blankets on your couch

“And what do you mean again ?! When did all of this happen ?”

“Relax it all started today and you know I wanted to tell you once we had time to properly hang out” You said fighting back a smile knowing that this was a victory. Ophelia had suffered you for months crying over your ex, then thirsting over Ellie and then back to square one. You owed her an update on your emotional affairs which you swore that they would stay stagnant.

“So what did she say ?”

You opened the Direct messages

Elliefuckingwilliams: Hey I have a question

Elliefuckingwilliams: Is your studio in Seattle ?

Elliefuckingwilliams: I have a project and am looking for a dance instructor. Let me know if you would be interested in a collab

“Ah. Just work stuff it seems”

“EXCUSES SHE JUST WANTS TO EAT YOU OUT AND IS LOOKING FOR A EXCUSE”

“You are shameless”

You stared at each other with a smirk fighting to break through, wanting to seem equally serious despite the ridiculous situation.

“She does not”

“She does. I’m betting 50 dollars”

Oh fuck off ill just roll you a blunt”

“A WIN IS A WIN” she said with her hands in the air “No come on! Respond already you are driving me crazy”

You rolled your eyes and considered her offer. You were taken aback cause Ellie didn’t seem like she would do anything with…dancing. However you weren’t new to influencers trying new things to get back on the algorithms favor so you brushed it off as her chasing new heights to her already growing fame.

-Hey, I’m not sure where you are exactly and it isn’t my studio. I am just renting the space but I could give you a lesson or two

Elliefuckingwilliams: Sweet! When are you available ? I have a gap next week otherwise it can be next month

You stared at her immediate response and quirked your brow in approval. Professional and straight to the point. You could respect that. Not what you were aiming for. You tried to ignore the previous conversations you two had that showed above her new messages. Your fruitless attempts at getting her attention in the most stupid of ways. Can’t blame a girl for trying. Shoot for the stars they say. You’ll land on dirt but hey, at least you gave it a fair shot and therefore no one could blame you for trying.

-This week is good. Say Friday ?

Elliefuckingwilliams: Yeah yeah cool! I'll text you the day before so that you can tell me your location and everything

You pursed your lips and turned to look at Ophelia who was on all fours on your couch desperately trying to steal a glance at your phone screen. You tossed it on one of the floor cushions

“Not a date. I’m just gonna be her dance instructor so looks like you owe me that blunt”

“Nu-uh. Bet you’ll be raw dogging in the studio. We will see who wins on Friday”

_________________ 𓆩♡𓆪 _________________

“And the dance floor is filling up with blood, But oh, Lord you’ve never been so in love”

ELLIE’s POV

Ellie was convinced that God had specifically hand crafted her body to be incapable of dancing. She had no coordination and perhaps was even tone deaf which was ridiculous for someone who played the guitar and sang. Not that she was a pro at that either but who creates a musician who doesn’t understand how to step on notes in any way other than with an instrument ? So now that she had texted you she was frantic, bouncing her leg up and down and chewing on the flesh around her fingernails.

“What's gotten into you?”

Dina asked while folding clothes. She was at her and Jesse's apartment for the night and she had yet to tell them about her new crush and her impatient attempt at getting to see you as soon as possible. Ellie was aware of you as a creator. Be it from a post-share on her friends stories or you falling on her timeline she would see you here and there. She vividly remembered a month where you peaked and she went from seeing you once every two months at best to seeing you every week. And she was curious as to why was everyone going crazy over you and your content. You seemed to interact mostly with Abby’s girl.

That’s how Ellie referred to the girl Abby seemed to be crushing on. In a game of broken telephone and who told what, Ellie planned on seeing how close Abby was with her girl and if that was close enough for her to ask if she could…well ask her about you and then somehow for that information to get back to you.

But all that plan failed the second Ellie asked

“So is Cotton dating anyone?”

And Abby took that horribly wrong and now was set on gatekeeping her. Ellie was awkward and a mess and couldn’t communicate properly what she wanted because to her, what she asked was obvious and had no hidden meaning or intention but the world around her didn’t work like that and she struggled so fucking hard with it.

Ellie’s second grant failure was when she followed you back. She was sure that you wouldn’t have missed it. But the silence was so loud it was deafening. You were still posting but you were otherwise quiet everywhere else. You rarely even watched her stories at this point so Ellie decided to grow a backbone and some balls and directly message you.

She flinched at the dry responses she gave you to your previous interactions which back then seemed professional but now they seemed…So distant.

Finally, she texted you.

and you responded.

“Dina I did a stupid thing”

Dina tossed the clothes in the wardrobe and kicked close giving up on tidying Jesse’s shit

“Ok, stupid how? Like speaking money or-”

“I texted my crush-”

“You have a crush?”

“Yes and so I texted her and-”

“Who is she ?”

“A content creator, anyways so I texted her”

“WHo?”

“Dina can you let me talk?!” she said frustrated and Dina grinned. She went to the kitchen aisle to grab a bottle of water and tossed another one Ellie’s way. She leaned against the counter listening to her friend endless yawping about this new crush. she called her twice a day until Friday, and would recite every move and gesture she planned on using to seduce you. Dina would turn each one down by saying

“You do realize that when you see her you will just shit your pants from excitement and won't say anything right?”

So ellie would hang up and call a few hours later with a new plan that aligned more with how she typically acted.

When Friday came she showered twice and changed outfits over and over again, as a result she was late. She was proud of her fit since the sleeveless turtleneck did a nice job at hugging her slim, well built frame and showed off her toned arms that took years of calisthenics to build and paired with a baggy pair of sweatpants she felt like she had the biggest dick in the city.

But once she parked outside of the studio you mentioned cold sweat ran down her spine and her hands felt clammy and sticky from anxiety.

what the hell am I doing

she questioned and rested her head against the steering wheel. She drummed her fingers on the soft leather and hummed a melody to ease her nerves till she heard light tapping on the window. She lifted her head and looked up and there you were. hair loose, shorts and a baggy graphic T that had a faded graffiti-like artwork of spiderman.

She hated how much she loved the sight in front of her.

she opened her door and slid out trying to gather her stuff in a hurry

“Hi sorry, were you waiting long? I missed the bus and had to wait a bit until the next one came…”

“no no! Its cool I was just, ugh trying to calm down cause I'm nervous”

you smiled and lowered your brows in empathy

“I assumed you would. You don't have experience in dancing right? Or at least you haven’t mentioned it anywhere”

She winced at how obvious her lie was and she didn’t know how to answer to that

I don’t dance but If that’s what it takes to fuck you then sure I can learn how to do a Ronde de Jambe

“ah yeah you got me there, I’ve never danced before”

“That’s cool with me. Just curious on what piqued your interest to start now. New hobby or…?”

“yeah new hobby!” she hurried to answer, glad that you inspired her on what lie to use for the day.

You nodded while checking her out head to toe and before she had time to boost her ego and assume that you did because you found her hot you said-

“Hm. I will need you to wear tighter pants next time so that I can see what you are doing with your legs. But for today it's fine”

and took the keys out of your duffel bag

“Well. Ellie williams. Ready to start?”

“ah yeah just, be gentle…? I've never done anything remotely close to dancing with my body and I might be pretty stiff”

“Don’t worry about it. I've had every type of student and all of them managed to pull a few cool moves in their second month. If there’s a will there’s a way”

she smiled more nervous than before. You were formal and professional leaving little close to no space for her to get flirty and she was at a loss. She should’ve done more research on dancer etiquette so that she wouldn’t have looked like such an uneducated swine but there was no point in getting angry over that now.

“We will start with basic breathing exercises and a warm up just to get you in the swing of things. We will start with body isolations”

Ellie stared at you from the mirror as you showed her the first few basic motions

“Alright so for the warmup just follow my lead”

you grabbed the remote and put on “never ending song” by Conan Grey which had a pretty standard rhythm and was easy to dance along to. Ellie was in awe with the plasticity of your body, every move being a continuation of the previous one all like a rolling tide of emotions complimenting the beat and the beat complimenting you.

On the other end, Ellie was too embarrassed to look at her own reflection

“alright so first to isolate your hips from your chest” you said and let the next song play. You laid your palm flat on her back and pointed a bit below her collarbones holding your fist in the air

“move with me, breathe in” you said and she tried to copy your move watching your chest rise. You shook your head

“no, I need only your chest to move. Relax your shoulders love” you teased with an easy smile and Ellie by now was a mess, from the proximity and from the simple exercise of trying to move your breathing pattern

You were oblivious to it all going from one body part to another occasionally fixing up her posture and tapping the part that she had to focus on, but all hell broke loose in your brain when you laid your hand on her stomach asking her to clench and unclench her core hunching within herself.

“You were so dramatic before, look at you Els. You just needed a little basic guidance “ you encouraged and she smiled and looked at you in excitement, oblivious to the fact that when she turned her head she was a breath away from accidentally kissing you

“ah! I-“

you smirked and pulled away

“I've been rehearsing this one choreo, best way to understand these exercises is through a dance routine. How do you feel about that?”

Ellie agreed and while dancing she kept being thrown off balance at the sharp turns that she had to take which in return slowed her down and she would miss a few steps. You let the music play in the background and let out an awkward chuckle

“Fuck ok this is my fault see I forgot to tell you about spotting”

“Spotting?”

You nodded and you pushed her back by her shoulder freeing up a line for you

“See when we turn, we always have a spot” You said and stepped into the appropriate preparation to do 8 simple turns, your head always snapping the back to the invisible mark you held with your eyes

Ellie pursed her lips. Seemed like such an obvious trick but one that went completely over her head

“Now I see that you struggle to look at yourself in the mirror, Which is fine. I’m sure you'll get used to it eventually, so instead try taking a few turns while holding eye contact with me, yeah ?”

You offered and she took a couple steps back

“Ugh…what were all those moves you made before spinning?”

“Oh don’t worry about that,thats ballet stuff. Just spin. Bent your elbows and hold your arms against your chest if it helps”

Ellie started off slow, picking up the pace as she neared you, eventually losing sight of what was in front of her

“Wow-wow-wowwww I got you” you said and steadied her by her shoulders and held her in place. She looked up at you taking in deep breaths, cheeks flushed and eyes wide open with her lips parted in a soft smile

“That went well, How do you feel?”

You said and you gently rubbed your thumb against the naked skin of her biceps.

“Great, I… I liked this it makes more sense now”

She said filled with excitement

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Every time Ellie liked your story you felt your heart skip a few beats. You were in the studio for your solo dancing practice and kept bouncing from one leg to the other to keep your muscles warm while you scrolled through your phone to find some inspiration or a pic that you could post and in return give Ellie an opening to respond to. The image of her timidly trying to follow along through your every move, her flushed cheeks and her voice shaking did things to your brain chemistry, re-wiring its entire structure and flow. Every time she posted a story with a smug smile and pants lower than her boxer briefs you just laughed remembering what a shy and soft mess of words the girl was and felt an unhealthy amount of endearment. A spark re-ignited in your dead heart and you liked it. You liked ellie when you didn’t know her, and you liked her even more now that you did.

By now it had been…a good two weeks that consisted of 4 dance practices that you had with her. The first time you saw her up close all you thought was a “huh”

And then a “she is shorter than me-“ which for you was dangerous. You had an incredibly soft spot for masc lesbians who were shorter than you. Unfortunately they were never attracted to you though. You had always attracted the exact opposite of what you wanted and you blamed that on your overly dominant attitude.

On the second day you both had the same idea of treating each other to a coffee and so you ended up with 4 paper cups of iced almond milk lattes which you laughed about for a good 10 minutes

“We are so in sync!” You commented and she nodded excitedly, blushing all the way to her ears.

On the third dance practice you purposely pretended to assist her and correct her to find an excuse to touch her and when you saw how positively she reacted to it you pushed on the advantage that you had, heavily , which made you believe that maybe there really was some kind of ulterior motive as to why Ellie was so set on having you as a dancing coach.

On the fourth day there was a shift in the tide and something was in the waters. Ellie had her hair gathered and decided to wear the sluttiest outfit on earth ( aka a white top and grey sweatpants )

She went to greet you with a hug and you noticed her perfume, subtle but there to make you lust after it. She asked if she could record the Dance you were rehearsing for a post and you felt alright with that. And she excelled. She was a fast learner and her body had a good flow. It did need polishing but she wasn’t half as bad as she claimed to be. The fifth video take was close to perfection and in her excitement she yanked you towards her and wrapped you in a tight hug which you immediately reciprocated eager for the contact with the sex God standing before you. You took in the blended smell of her perfume and her sweat which had you feel insufferable discomfort with how tight your pants were. Something about her raw scent had you horny like a dog and you had to clench your jaw in patience not to act out of instinct and try to get closer than needed.

You both laughed and she yelled in excitement “I fucking did it”

And then your voice followed, a bit quieter “I told you, you could do it” she pulled back her arm still on your waist, her thumb caressing the skin as she watched the video a second time in excitement. You took the chance to stand a bit closer to her while she in sync wrapped her whole arm around you and leaned her head against your chest enjoying the dance and pointing out things that you could do differently next time, all in the comfort of each other’s embrace.

She posted the video and in the daze of the excitement of seeing what you two looked like next to each other you forgot to worry about the fact that you were yet again getting entangled with a public figure. An actually big one. While your previous relationship was just your ex leeching off of you and your success, this one…it had to be different. Ellie had nothing to gain from you and you put your trust in that and in the fact that the two of you seemed to genuinely get along

You decided to text her first

“You impatient fuck. We could’ve filmed a better take tomorrow”

“You are such an ass, let me enjoy my accomplishments”

You started tidying up the studio and decided to leave your bag with your ballet clothes and pointe there since you would come tomorrow for Ellie’s lessons anyways. You chatted back and forth all the way back and you almost tripped on your staircase too busy typing a response. You banged your head against your door though thinking you had unlocked it to find that you didn’t. Ophelia opened it for you

“Girl?”

You looked at each other and you immediately broke into a smile the split your lips

“Ellie posted our video. And she left in the part where she hugged me”

“Oh-hooooo” she exclaimed and rushed you in. She tossed the mop on the side of the wall and nudged you to the couch abandoning whatever housework she was in the middle of to listen to you

“Aaaand we are still talking” You said smiling and Ophelia clapped cheering for you while you swung your way inside the house and fell dramatically on the couch.

“Oh my, I’m so glad the Gods heard our prayers cause I was sure I was about to send you off to priesthood”

“It wasn’t that bad”

You said with an offended gasp and she scoffed

“Honey, one more month and you were about to grow back your virginity. I’m just happy to see you back out there and not just with anyone but with The Ellie fucking williams!” She said getting louder with every word. You joined her cheerful demeanor hopping on the couch and you both started bouncing on it like kids in a playground

“I can’t believe this. I wanna wear something good for our practice tomorrow”

“Shorts and that nice red bodysuit!”

“But-“

“No buts! I know it’s uncomfortable but she will see you and rip it off right away so how much will you really suffer, you know?”

Ophelia coming through with the obvious answer to any and every world known issue was exactly what you needed to finish off your day. Though to be fair, if there was anything you should have listened to regarding -making a move on your crush- that would have to be her. She had a banging record of pulling every single guy she set her eyes on and one night standing them for her own satisfaction. Of course now she had her sights on someone specific but that didn’t change or erase all previously acquired skills in the flirting department. Despite all of that, You ended up rejecting the bodysuit idea because that would be a hassle to actually get off if things would go anywhere and even if they wouldn't, anything that tight during summer was a nightmare in general.

“Hey can I borrow that white top you have?”

“Borrow whatever you want and do whatever you want just never let me know about it”

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on the day that you fully planned on making a move a couple things went wrong. First and foremost well, It decided to rain down which meant you had to run all the way from the bus stop to the studio in a hopeless attempt to preserve your hair and outfit. It didn’t do much since you ended up like a drenched cat either way but you refused to let your mood falter.

You tried texting Ellie to ask if she could bring coffee for you two.

Few minutes later she came in with two iced coffees, not a drop of rain on her which you were awfully jealous of. Her cropped hair was once again all gathered in a short ponytail and she wore two sports wristbands around her arms which did unimaginable things to you. It was good sight with her sleeveless baggy tshirt. Ellie just knew how to dress plain and attractive.

“Looking good” she teased when she found you furiously trying to dry the ends of your hair with a towel

“Shut up. Please shut up”

“So sensitive” she said and rolled her eyes making her way to you and taking the towel from your hands

“Let me help” it wasn’t so much of a request as it was a demand when she pulled the towel out of your hands and moved behind you, wrapping your hair in it and squeezing it to get most of the water out. You felt your body temperature rise at the awfully tender gesture and unsure of what to do you just fidgeted with your hands looking at the floor

“ I can drive you back to your place if you want”

“No, it's fine. Ill wait it out”

“No no, I insist. Let me drive you back and look cool while doing so”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as she rounded you up to give you the towel with a small shy smile, her cheeks a shade of pink now.

Practice was good if you were to ignore that Ellie seemed a lot more focused on your assets rather than the moves you were showing. You knew the biker shorts you were gave her a 4K view of your ass but you didn't expect her to be this obvious about it. You stepped back after a moment and just watched as she rehearsed the dance on her own and you were in awe on how much more comfortable she seemed with her body now

“Good. This one was very good. Want me to film you so that you look at yourself?”

you asked and she shook her head satisfied with the progress. You slouched on the ground, legs spread and ankles on your knees wiping the sweat of your brow carefully as not wipe your brow completely off with it and looked at the time

“Well we are pretty much done then for today. Unless there’s anything you wanted to ask me or anything else you wanna try doing?” you asked and Ellie followed your lead walking over to you across the room and crouching down on her knees in front of you

“Oh yeah I did wanna ask something”

“go ahead then” you said dreading having to get up. You didn’t have to though

“Can I take you out on a date ? for coffee perhaps?”

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #tlou2

[hel-the-growl]

Nezha Reborn annotations - Part 1

Since New Gods: Yang Jian is about to enter NA theaters this week, and before I do a huge information dump about that movie, I wanted to write about its prequel - Nezha Reborn.

I've already seen Yang Jian twice in cinemas here in Australia, and the animation has markedly improved in the one year since Nezha came out - it's definitely worth seeing on the big screen. You don’t need to watch Nezha before Yang Jian but if you’re interested in the lore, then you should lol. It's on netflix.

My original thread on twitter.

Background

Nezha is one of the most well-known characters from the 16th Century Chinese Novel Investiture of the Gods (IOTG), with countless adaptations based on his legend.

New Gods: Nezha Reborn is one of the latest portrayals of the character, and is the first move in Light Chaser Animation Studios' attempt at establishing a New Gods cinematic universe.

Nezha’s origin story

Nezha was born as a round ball of flesh after his mother Lady Yin was pregnant for three years. His dad Li Jing thought he was demon spawn, so tried to kill him but was spared by the immortal Taiyi Zhenren who became his master. At seven years old, he caused a lot of trouble like accidentally killing a demon from 1000 miles away and killing the dragon king Ao Guang’s third son Ao Bing as well as his right hand man the Yaksa Li Gen. When Ao Guang demanded retribution from Li Jing, Nezha chose to sacrifice himself instead. His master later resurrected him using lotus roots to construct a human body, and he came back more powerful than ever. 3000 years later...

Breakdown

Donghai (East Sea). It was the mythical underwater city that Nezha once conquered, now depleted of all its water resources. Set design is inspired by Republican-era Shanghai and Manhattan in the 1920s and 1930s. The poor Chinese style backdrop is contrasted against the glitz of the Western style architecture in the rich area. Rickshaws were commonplace on the streets.

Fashion is also blend of east and west, like the guy wearing kung fu shoes with a denim jacket.

The qipao was a favored dress among women at the time, popularized by Chinese socialites and high society women in Shanghai. Flapper fashion also influenced Kasha’s outfit, blending eastern and western styles.

Li Yunxiang shares the same surname as the original Nezha. His brother Jinxiang’s name is also similar to Nezha’s eldest brother Jinzha. Jinxiang’s look is very typical of the republican era - complete with his center-parted hair and round glasses.

Old Li has the same temperament as Nezha’s dad, The Pagoda Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing.

Who is Yunxiang’s adoptive sister Kasha? She’s an orphan of Belarusian descent, however not much else is known about her past. Her name means porridge in Belarusian. It might be a corruption of Katyusha (喀秋莎) with middle character removed in order to follow Chinese naming conventions idk.

If you know the history of the Republic of China, there were many girls like Kasha in that era. Her father was a soldier and left Kasha and her mother after the war.

✨Princess✨ Ao Bing～～ and the Yaksa Li Gen. Ao Bing is the third son of the Dragon King of the East Sea. The Yaksa Li Gen is the dragon king’s right hand man.

The four big clans - De, Li, Shun, Song (德家、利家、顺家、松家) - actually corresponds to the titles of dragon kings of the four seas. King De, Dragon King of the East Sea; King Li, Dragon King of the South Sea; King Shun, Dragon King of the West Sea, King Song, Dragon King of the North Sea.

A netizen looked this up and really wanted to kneel to Light Chaser for their worldbuilding.

Fun fact: the white horse from Journey to the West is the third son from the Song family.

H*rley-D*vidson Darrley-Hudson product displacement on the arm of Kasha’s jacket:

Actually the film has left some hints about her past. There are some Soviet-style badges pinned to her jacket, along with some small badges that Kasha herself added as well. Since this jacket is huge, it can be assumed that it was left to Kasha by her biological father.

The giant buddha statue is reminiscent of the Longmen Grottoes in Luoyang, Henan.

Daddy! Ao Guang, the dragon king of the East Sea.

Art deco details on the hood ornament, decals and invitation card.

Monkey’s suit is basically a hot pink version of the Zhongshan suit, a style of menswear introduced by Sun Yat-sen during the republican era, adapted from Japanese student wear. The four pockets are said to represent the Four Virtues of propriety, justice, honesty, and shame. He's blinged up his prayer beads too.

Does this mean Dr. Su is a descendent of Su Daji, the femme fatale of IOTG? Or could she actually be Daji’s reincarnation? Now I don’t know whether to trust her or not.

All these sea creature demons. Why? Chinese dragons are aquatic. They live underwater, and command water-based attacks, unlike western dragons who breathe fire. So it makes sense for them to control an army of demons that came from the deep.

So this is the crystal palace.

After Nezha’s death, Li Jing found out that Nezha’s mother had built a temple in his honor and burned it down because he was still angry at his son for all the trouble he caused to the family. The soul of Nezha was pissed and after his reincarnation, began to pursue his dad with the intent to kill. It took several parties to step in before matters were resolved.

Looks like monkey likes to listen to Peking Opera.

The Pukui fan, commonly known as the cattail fan, is a fan made from palm leaves and stalks. Lightweight and cheap, it is the most widely used fan in China.

Part 2｜Part 3

#new gods: nezha reborn #new gods #nezha reborn #nezha #新神榜 #新神榜：哪吒重生 #哪吒重生 #哪吒 #jttw

[haven-gum-rockrose]

Some fisheyeable moments for Sigma, because if I over prepare I can't be caught offguard

The first breakdown✨

There's many closeup eye shots here. However because his whole body is being dramatic rn- fisheyechances are pretty low. Still entirely possible though.

Duped by Dazai's chess strategy:

This is a brief moment. Very easy to slip in a quick fisheye the way I slip into your mom's dms. There's also not a lot of focus on things other than his face here. But again, it's very brief, almost too brief, so I would say unlikely.

This sequence right here

There's a lot of flashes of fancily dressed people. That takes time and money and bones is so pressed for time right now if they want to get to chapter 88. And after seeing how long they fisheyed Kunikida in Dogs hunting dogs or whatever, this is entirely possible. I hope not tho- show his panic in all its glory.

Brief combat fisheyes

Inspired by the shit they pull constantly with akutagawa - I would be disappointed but not surprised.

And last honorable mention that's almost fisheyed already:

Which honestly deserved. Murder whoever you want

#bsd sigma #sigma bsd #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs

[phinix53]

How magic works in witch woods, In addition to spells, enchantments have more days of attacks or runes

(Similar to darkwoodtale au or anime isekai)

Okey-dokey

Let’s start with the basics and then breakdown from there.

There are 8 schools of magic:

Conjuration - the manifestation of Creatures, Energy or Objects

Divination - the revelation of information

Enchantment - affecting or influencing the mind or behaviors

Evocation - the creation of matter or energy from nothing

Illusion - the changing of the appearance of something or someone

Transmutation - the change of matter, objects or persons

Abjuration - the suppression or protection of and from magic

Necromancy - the manipulation of the dead and their spirits

Each one of these schools has a corresponding High Mage (sans Necromancy and Abjuration)

Now the principals of practice

‘One shall not Transform Another’

‘One shall not Bind any Being Against it Will’

‘One shall not Break the Passage of Time’

‘One shall not Reach into Another’s Mind’

‘One shall not Open the Gates Between Realms’

‘One shall not Bend the Borders of Life and Death’

These aren’t rules, more just guidelines in the common witches opinion.

Onto the fun stuff

Witches have a reservoir of magic inside of them, like a pool and every time they use their magic it empties a bit. If the pool is emptied completely but they continue to use magic they tap into corrupted magic, which is like poison to the body.

And finally, how does magic work.

A typical witch has 2 types of magic, primal magic and then either Passive or Caster magic

Primal Magic

Primal magic the simplest form of magic, every witch has access to this magic. This magic consists of weak healing, fire and light magic. When a witch turns 11 these are the first few things they can do. Sometime witches can make small bits of lighting but it’s very uncommon.

Passive Magic

Passive magic works almost entirely off of emotional intent. It doesn’t require casting circles or rituals, though passive witches still take part in these activities.

Passive witches are often quick to bond to familiars, allowing them to siphon off a small amount of magic from their summoner.

Passive magic has a will of its own, leading to it being volatile if emotions run high. Passive magic that goes too far out of control can create destructive storms and devastation.

Passive magic doesn’t take much to use, but a large amount of practice and control is needed when wielding it.

Caster Magic

Caster magic is wielded through caster circles and rituals. Witches who use caster magic often spend time writing and planning out rituals. These witches have a Grimoire (a book of spells)

Caster witches will often be found to tattoo, carve or burn casting circles and runes onto their person so they can use their magic without using words or drawing their circles much like passive witches. Some witches have been found to draw runes on cards to use as throwable spells.

Caster magic, if not used properly, can backfire to devastating consequences for the caster.

Caster magic is easier to control due to its very nature, but it can take a lot of knowledge and experience to be used effectively.

An example of caster and passive witches working together would be passive witches acting as a ‘battery’ to help large scale casting circles.

Binding and Contract Magic

These a pacts and agreements made with familiars and companions respectively. Companions are typically other witches or fae folk who wish to serve a witch in return for shelter, food or magic. Familiars are usually summoned and bound to their summoner until either one meets their doom. Familiars syphon off excess magic in amounts depending on their type. Like a common sparrow wouldn’t take as much as say a demon or firebird would

A comprehensive list of spells ✨ in no particular order that may or may not appear

Atmokinesis: control and manipulate the weather by mixing water, ice, fire, earth, air, and lightning/electricity.

Ice Mimicry: have a body made up of ice

Genesis: The ability to create lesser beings from your own body.

Glamouring: The ability to change appearance to look like another person by creating an illusion around the user.

Light Absorption: absorb the light around you.

Invisibility: be unseen.

Light Generation: emit blinding light or glow in the dark.

Fire Generation: Generate fire.

Fire Manipulation: Manipulate fire.

Fire Mimicry: Transform into fire or mimic traits of fire.

Shadow Camouflage: be unseen in shadows.

Shadow Mimicry: become a shadow.

Dowsing: locate an object.

Retrocognition: Perception of past events.

Scrying: Use of a tool to peer into the distance or the future.

Telepathy: The transfer of thoughts, words or emotions from one mind to another.

Clairvoyance: Having a visual perception outside the human senses.

Mariquil: calm a temper or an upset person

Lapagna: forceful make someone stop talking

Purify: clean tainted items or places

Healing: mend wounds and injuries, cannot heal mortal injuries that would lead to death.

Summon storm: call upon storms of ice, rain and wind (devastating)

Sprout seedlings: quickly grow plants from seeds

Manipulate sounds: make noises in places you aren’t

Plant speak: talk to plants and trees

Shadow shape: your shadow takes on an interesting new shape

Detect life: detects life

Bend luck: twist fate to your will

Persuasion: convince one to do your will

Elemental Control: control an element, very difficult

Curse of infestation: summon rats, locus and worms to infest and destroy food stores and villages

Manipulation of dreams: twist dreams in to nightmares that can trap the victim

Dream walker: enter and interact with another’s dream

Communication with the dead: talk to dead spirits (results may vary do not attempt)

Beyond the veil: reanimate a corpse

Soul binding: bind a soul to an object or container

Wow that’s a extensive list XD

Anyways here is a list of charms and tools

Fang of Mole - withering crops

Jagged Black Coal - endless misfortune

Tail of Rat - good luck charm

Blood Moonstone - A stone said to make spells last for generations, if broken any spell attached will break

Silver Chain - used to make unwilling creatures subservient to the owner (often used on creatures of wild magic, like unicorns, fairies, firebirds and brownies)

Starlight Fragments - a broken piece of pure starlight that fell from the heavens, a milky white stone in the shape of a heart with specks of gold and silver that gives off a faint glow. Extremely rare. Given as a show of pure and true love. A witch dreams of receiving one of these. Only found in the blue mountains, but even that is rare.

And a guide on gemstones and their meanings

Amethyst - calamity

Garnet - treachery

Ruby - vengeance

Peridot - wreckage

Sapphire - abandonment

Tourmaline - forfeiture

Turquoise - eradication

Aquamarine - detriment

Black diamond - apathy

Emerald - certitude

Black pearl - corruption

Masters eye - sorrow

Quartz - fortitude

Blood moonstone - sovereignty

Morganite - resentment

Agate - volatility

Chalcedony - naïveté

Opal - worriment

Amber - agony

Chrysocolla - guilt

Obsidian - hostility

Selenite - defilement

Carnelian - vitality

And colors for good measure

Red - deceptive, evasive, illusionary

Orange - greedy, hungry, doltish

Yellow - wrathful, vengeful, bitter

Green - prideful, strong, envious

Blue - mercurial, clandestine, mysterious

Violet - passionate, frivolous, whimsical

Pink - brutish, tenacious, solid

Okey-dokey now some questions ^^

How is magic learned?

All witches have access to primal magic. They develop into either Passive or Caster class witches.

Magic is typically taught by parental figures or coven elders. For higher learning, often young witches will travel to seek out larger covens or high mages.

What is the cost of magic?

Magic cost energy, much like exercise. Witches are born with a limited reserve of magic, but these reserves can be increased but the witch practicing healthy lifestyle choices, like eating good food, sleeping well and resting.

Witches will often sleep over entire seasons to build up large reserves, often in winter. A hibernation of sorts.

I probably forgot some things, so if I did I will add to this, not to worry. I didn’t realize how scattered all this information I had was until I had to sort through notebooks, notes and my word document for Witch Woods info just to find everything.

These are the basics of magic for Witch Woods, and by extension Ivory as well.

#undertale au #witch woods #witch woods info #this was a lot of info #and actually quite fun #it’s good to have this down #let me know if you are #curious about anything else ^^

[officerbrowneyes]

I had a terrible day too

Comforting myself with headcanons about taking a bath with Adrian

If he’s in a subby mood you’d hold him in the water and gently run your fingers though his hair, later running your hands down his body…all the while telling him how good he’s being

If he’s in a more dom mood or you just really need to be taken care of, he’ll be all about making you feel better, making it so you can’t focus on anything but him. He’d sit behind you in the tub and hold you as close as possible, teasing you gently while whispering dirty things in your ear and telling you how pretty you are

I'm so sorry this is late! I didn't see this in my inbox! I'm so sorry you had a crappy day as well. I'm here if you want to talk about it or need to vent to someone, okay? 💗 I’m sorry this took so long! I just got done with finals last Tuesday, and I’ve been vegging out and trying to relax! Also, I hope you don't mind that I turned this into a drabble for my own self - indulgent purposes. Also I love writing for dom!Adrian, so I hope you don't mind! 😵‍💫✨

Rating: M+ [ 18+ ONLY! MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED IMMEDIATELY! ]

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, swearing, smut (maybe full smut depending on how much I feel like writing), dirty talk (a lot of it friends), Adrian calling the reader pet names, and dominant!Adrian. If this isn't your thing, I completely understand and I have other content on my blog for you to read!

Your finals were finally over. You had been studying with Adrian all week long trying not to have a nervous breakdown that you felt was dangerously close to becoming a reality. Thankfully your goofy and intelligent boyfriend didn’t let you flounder, and actually gave you helpful tips for studying. Ones that he had utilized when he was doing his undergrad a few years prior.

To celebrate the end of the semester, you had taken it upon yourself to set up a nice bath in the recently renovated bathroom. You and Adrian had found an amazing home on the outskirts of Gotham and decided to take on the laborious task of owning a fixer - upper. However, with Adrian’s engineering skills, it wasn’t as difficult as the two of you had imagined it to be. Now, you were able to enjoy your dream bathroom. 

“Finally it’s all over.” You hummed to yourself. The message hadn’t made its way to your overworked muscles, which were still a ball of nerves, making you wince in the large tub. 

“Ow! Fuck.” You grumbled, as your hand moved to your soapy shoulder.

“Need me to rub that out?” A deep voice spoke from the doorway of the bathroom. Your neck snapped around quickly to see who it was, and were relieved to see it was your boyfriend. Now, instead of your shoulder hurting, your neck was too.

“Jesus! Don’t scare me like that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You exclaimed loudly. Adrian began removing his normal attire that he wore to the office. Your brows furrowed slightly.

“No patrolling today?” You asked, raising an eyebrow in his direction. Your lips were suddenly dry as he wiggled out of his boxer briefs. He insisted that boxer briefs were solely to be worn during the day and boxers at night. He claimed that wearing boxer briefs at night would squish his testicles while you both slept and that after the car battery incident; he wasn’t willing to risk never being able to have children again.

“Nah, they had us filling out papers about last week’s butterfly sting.” He lamented offhandedly, as he motioned for you to scoot forward so he could slip into the large tub behind you.

“I thought the point of having a big tub was so that the two of us could bathe together.” You teased, as Adrian gingerly placed his glasses onto the counter. 

“It is. But, your shoulder is hurting, and I want to help.” He insisted, as you smiled from ear to ear. He had the hardest job in the world, well one of the hardest jobs in the world, and yet he still was concerned any time you had a sniffle, a cough, a muscle strain, cramp, what have you. He always wanted to make sure you never went without or suffered any sort of pain.

“Adrian, you don’t have to, really —” You started.

Adrian shook his head fervently, as he slipped in behind you, stretching his long legs out, placing them on either side of your soapy body.

“I want to.” He said resolutely. You nodded as your cheeks began to flush slightly when you felt his cock already hard and pressing against the small of your back. You were always amazed by his length and his girth, seeing as how Chris constantly called him ‘Thimble’ . You found out very quickly that his old nickname didn’t fit him at all.

“Sorry.” He muttered bashfully, as his hands slid up your wet back and began rubbing at your tired shoulders and back.

“Don’t be sorry. I like feeling you…” You trailed off coyly. “All of you.” You added with a crooked smile. Adrian swallowed audibly behind you, as he kneaded at your tight muscles. Your head lolled to the side as you felt your body going limp under his skilled hands. 

“Oh fuck! Right there. Right there!” You cried out, as his thumbs pressed against the giant knot that had been irritating you for weeks. Suddenly Adrian’s ministrations halted. Before you could ask why, he pulled you flush against his naked chest. His muscles flexing against your soft back.

“You’re making it very difficult for me to take care of you right now.” He chastised you in a sultry voice that had the heat in between your legs throbbing wildly.

“Is that so?” You asked coquettishly, with a fox - like grin. Adrian grunted in response as he breathed slowly against the shell of your ear.

“Mmm.” He hummed, as he grabbed the soapy loofa that hung against the faucet knobs, and began rubbing it against your wet breasts. He was moving at a tantalizingly slow pace that had you squirming under the tepid water.

“Very, very, difficult.” He reiterated as he paid close attention to each nipple. “Although, I have to say, even if we weren’t in this situation, I would still find it hard to focus.” He chuckled softly, as he slowly kissed the shell of your ear, relishing in the way your body reacted to him.

“Tell me.” You nearly choked while he lazily flicked at each perky bud with his thumbs. Your cunt throbbed, forcing you to squeeze your thighs together tightly. A movement that Adrian immediately picked up on.

“Tell you what? You gotta use your words baby girl. Otherwise, I won’t have the faintest idea what you are referring to.” He smirked like the cheshire cat as your brows knitted together, your eyes closing reflexively as his hands trailed lower.

“Fuck. You fucking bastard.” You choked out, as the water around the two of you suddenly seemed to get hotter, despite you having turned it off prior to his arrival. Adrian chuckled, as he allowed his hot breath to continue fanning against the side of your face, making the hairs on your neck stand at attention. 

“That’s not what you called me last night.” He teased, making your face rife with embarrassment. 

“F — Fuck you.” You stammered. Adrian’s large hand cupped your pussy possessively.

“I wish you would, baby girl.” He teased. His lips left a trail of wet, hot, kisses down the expanse of your neck.

“Oh my God,” You finally moaned out loudly, as his thumb lazily rolled against your clit. Your hands gripped his heavy thighs, and squeezed them roughly.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you look when you’re all wet?” He said offhandedly, as if he wasn’t making you see stars already. You shook your head, as your breasts heaved in the dissipating bubbles that had once surrounded you.

“Well you do. Now I have another image to jerk off to when I have to go on a mission.” He snickered, as he picked up the pace at which he was rubbing your sensitive clit.

“Fucking Christ, you have the world’s f — fastest l — l — libido – oh!” You writhed against his chest, reaching behind you to grip his long neck, desperate to grab onto something tangible and real, or else you feared you might float away. 

“Never heard you complain before.”

“Oh my GOD!” You nearly screamed, as he shoved two fingers into your cunt, while his other hand groped your breast, toying with the perky bud between his large digits.

“That feel good? Your shoulder doesn’t hurt now, does it? Does it, baby? Say it. Come on, talk.” He cajoled, as his lips left searing kisses down your jaw.

“No! No! D — Doesn’t — right there! Right there! Please! P --- Please don --- don’t stop!” You all but screamed, as he curled his fingers upwards, flicking at your g - spot in a way that made your legs tremble.

“You gonna cum? You gonna cum and then let me fuck you in the tub, dirty girl?” He asked, nipping at your jaw and neck, as his fingers slammed against your insides in such a delicious way, you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs around his hand.

“I — I — I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” You screamed.

Your screams bounced off of the walls, creating a pornographic and cacophonous sound.

“Cum! Cum in this tub right now!” He commanded, as you arched your back slightly off of his chest, allowing his mouth to ensnare yours in a sloppy, tongue filled, kiss. The walls of your cunt throbbed against his fingers, as your eyes rolled back into your head. Adrian slowly stopped his torturous little game. His fingers slid out of you with a loud squelching sound. The evidence of his ability to make you cum was dripping over his two skilled digits.

“Don’t get too comfortable. We’re not done yet, little flower.”

#adrian chase #vigilante #peacemaker #freddie stroma #adrian chase smut #vigilante smut #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #peacemaker smut #vigilante peacemaker

[the1trueanon]

thinking about how Sage/Rosemary's plant motif and gardening connection started out as an aesthetic choice, but have actually grown into being very strong symbolism for how Rosemary is meant to represent life and being lively and being alive versus simply living

because Rosemary is meant to encompass the idea of being human and being alive. while Sage is like everyone else and is very much simply living, her general character being muted and soothing and just existing, Rosemary is designed almost as an exact foil for Wally. where Wally is unsure of expression and emotion and doesn't quite grasp it all, Rosemary is extremely emotive and lively, almost to an overly animated degree. BUT! Rosemary isn't just animated, like the other puppets are. she isn't just bouncy or excitable, or gets frustrated at simple problems. she has crises. she goes through human struggles, as a soul who once was human. she knows what death is, but is grasping to understand her own. she's unpredictable. she's happy and enjoying time with her friends one day, and unable to leave her house from the crushing weight of everything she's experienced the next. she puzzles through existentialism. she doesn't just feel happy or sad or upset, she gets depressed and anxious and lost. Wally can't predict her, he can't tell how she'll react (which I 100% think he can for the others. he's too observant not to, observation is his whole thing), he doesn't understand but he wants to.

and what makes all that even better is she doesn't just go through these things alone, she talks them through with the others. she shares it, she lets her emotions and experiences and overall livelihood overflow into the others. she's so full of life that she passes it on to characters who, frankly (hehe :3), shouldn't have been touched by it previously. and yet by sharing it, she doesn't hurt them more, but instead ends up helping all of them understand and reason through the -- honest to the puppet gods horrifying -- breakdown of a world that once was simple and happy and innocent and safe. they mature with her, and she somewhat unwittingly acts as their guide through that (WHICH. ANOTHER FOIL MOMENT. BECAUSE WALLY IS ROSIE'S GUIDE THROUGH THEIR WORLD AND THE TWO'S ABILITIES TO REACH OUT BEYOND IT).

and I've always loved having that idea brought up, about Rosemary being so lively. "You're so full of life" -- practically the most accurate way to describe Rosemary at any state of being (and, ironically, spoken by Wally, who again, I unwittingly ended up making Rosemary a sort of foil for). She is meant to symbolize life, she and Sage are meant to be this sort of "living vs. alive" thing, where neither is bad but its obvious how different they are! and I just! the idea of Sage, a character essentially set to be a sort of vessel for this human who brings this idea of truly being alive to these guys who desperately need it in a time where just living isn't enough to brave whatever horrors are coming for them now, also bringing things to life as her job and aesthetic is just!! augh, it's such nice symbolism and even a nice lil taste of foreshadowing maybe?? and I love it so much!!

and like! genuinely this all kicked of subconsciously and I didn't start connecting it until I thought about trying to maybe change Sage/Rosemary's motif (which, tbh, I started thinking about because I've designed her Reboot AU version (who I'll be sharing soon ;3 wanna get a good collection of doodles to share with you guys before doing so), who instead has a fashion aesthetic instead of plants. I'm not sure why yet other than I like it and I've been influenced by the dress making videos I keep seeing lol)! and I realized that I genuinely can't because it's not just aesthetic anymore! it's ✨symbolism✨!!

ANYWAYS I REALLY FUCKINNG LOVE THIS PROJECT AND I LOVE CLOWN AND THEIR BIG BRAIN AND I LOVE MY LIL RABBIT AND I LOVE EXISTENTIALISM AND I LOVE SYMBOLISM AND CHARACTER DESIGN AND IM SORRY FOR RAMBLING ABOUT IT FOR A REALLY LONG TIME OKAY BYEEE 💖

#SORRY WH FANS YOURE GETTING BURDENED WITH MY BRAIN'S INSANITY I CANT HOLD IT IN ANYMORE #i wanna share more about my characters #and i wanna get better at sharing #now that im realizing how much i just LOVE character design and breakdown #i wanna share more with you all so you can see why i love it so much 👉👈 #SAGE AND ROSEMARY LITERALLY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME #seriously these guys are how i explore so much and so many ideas and i wanna share that with all of you 💖💖 #because it really is just so interesting and exciting!! #anon speaks #anon rambles #anon's ocs #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home arg #welcome home oc #sage clearsky #rosemary louis #welcome home sage #welcome home rosemary #wally #wh wally #wally darling #welcome home wally #welcome home wally darling #characterization #exploring characters #symbolism #✨symbolism✨ #character foils #anon rambles in the tags

[hislittleraincloud]

I'm half tempted to tell a fan "NEVER!!!" to their question of when my next chapter is coming.

I'd do it because I've already told the people over at AO3 that if they want updates on my work and progress of my work, to follow this blog.

I don't think they're following this blog.

Like srsly, I know that it's been a month since the last chapter. But unless I want the story to go to complete shit and watch all the work I've done just implode because of terrible writing or missing/misplaced scenes (like what happened w Chapter 6 Part 1), I said a million times, I'm not going to rush it.

While this main story is written, there are huge gaps and missing scenes still in my head and notes. I have had to draw a fucking map of the sequence of events so my story can fit in there with the fewest leaps of logic/thought, though I have to weave around the show's leaps of logic too, and for 7 and 8, that's a big thing.

But for those in the back:

Chapters 7 and 8 correlate with Episodes 7 and 8, which I find were rushed and terribly written (I'm not alone in this thinking). The first half of Chapter 7 takes place during the few days between AB Wednesday's breakdown and Mayor Walker's funeral, because funerals like that don't happen overfuckingnight like the show made it seem. There's not going to be much, if any, sex in it...or even direct interaction between Donovan and Wednesday (unless in flashbacks/memories); that will happen in Chaoter 7 Part 2. And I realize it's late in the game, but Chapter 7 as a whole will introduce action with two new characters (one canon, another purely Afterburn). I gotta do what I'm doing if the story's going to continue smoothly into After the Burn.

I won't let any rushing of half-assedness happen to my preciously perverted (😉) fic, its headers, or its extras (including more music and audio work).

And I don't want to pull the Poor Me card, but I have chronic illnesses (four regular hard meds...weed also helps). Sometimes it's hard for me to find the energy to feed myself (I forgot to feed myself the other day 🫣). But the one thing I haven't stopped doing since at least April (though my rough outline of the story goes back to about mid-March/around St. Patrick's Day) is write/create, and it's the first writing I've done since I got bashed. I often fall asleep with my phone in my hand and it scares me because I'm always in my Google Drive and I'm afraid I'll some day accidentally delete shit.

No wonder AO3 authors go nuts. I never had this problem here. I have a whole damn story on another fandom/Tumblr and never felt pressured to crap out the next installment.

Irritated now. Here, have Afterburn Wednesday from my Chapter 3 just for shits:

Obviously I wouldn't just tell them NEVER and not follow up w/a jk...bc I'm not a total asshole. Most of the time.

#writing problems #writing #writing wednesday #satisfying afterburn #it's being fleshed out #that was a pun since there's hardly any sex in this part of the chapter #wednesday #wednesday addams #sheriff donovan galpin #wednesday x sheriff galpin #wednesday addams x sheriff galpin #wenovan #black bubblegum #ao3 authors #ao3 author #ao3 #ao3 problems