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fromchaostocosmos · 5 months

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If you will forgive my somewhat clunky metaphor, being a Jew on the Left often feels like I'm in abusive relationship.

I'm most certainly not going to go to the Right not only because of my morals, ethics, and values, but because whether it be overt or covert their end goal is the death and destruction of me, my people, our culture, and everything we hold believe in. It is like the Right is someone who just all red flags and your gut tells you if enter into a relationship with them the only way it ends is with them killing you. But the Left, well the Left seems cool and you get along and have similar view points so you think okay this could work. But it turns out the have some strange friends who have some real not okay thoughts and the Left will say "I'm not really with them you know", but they will still do stuff with and invite to stuff and won't end the friendship when those friends say some real disgusting things. Then as things progress you are not allowed to have things from a different perspective made from the nuances of your history and experiences. Then Left is telling you can't have certain thoughts, feelings, or be hurt by things. The Left is telling you what think is not what you think, what you heard you didn't, what you saw you didn't see, you just don't get it, you don't understand. Suddenly the rules that you both agreed to are being changed on you, and you are being told that you liar and are in fact the one with power and abusive. Not just that antisemitism is not antisemitism and according to Left you call everything antisemitism to delegitimize and downplay and shutdown. Suddenly the Left knows your history better then you and is explaining your beliefs, history, just everything to you as if you don't know it all already and know it better and more in depth. You are alone with no one and the Left is saying you are cheating with the Right when you would never and you just want to make it work. And it all is mess.

That is basically how I feel right now about the Left and how it feels to be a leftist and Jewish.

I mean it has always been somewhat difficult. There has always been a pretty large amount of antisemitism there. But right now it is on a whole kind of level.

I mean there is the old joke about hating Jews being the one thing that can bring the left and right together.

I think a fair amount of what I'm describing other marginalized people's have felt to a degree as well on the left. I do not want to discount those experiences.

I think overall the left needs to do better, I think it needs to stop being so White TM like white focused in its leftism, I think also that using the USA understanding of Race and Racial politics is dangerous and plain unhelpful when applied to global scale.

I think the Left needs to stop viewing the amount of color in a persons skin to what they must be because it ignores so much history and nuance. This doesn't mean we ignore White Privilege because we can not. This means we need to start having nuance and dialectical thinking going on. Such as understanding Conditional Whiteness and White Privilege are not the same.

The Left also needs to take Colorism more seriously as a whole and do more to combat and end it.

The Left needs to learn and understand just how much of the world we live in now is built on so many systemic abuses. And that the very foundation of it, no material that the foundation is made of is Systemic Ableism, Systemic Anti-Blackness, Systemic Antisemitism, and Systemic Misogyny with everything really branching off and out from there.

#antisemitism #jumblr #leftist antisemitism

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thoutisashark · 26 days

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WOAHHHHHHH

I just saw your writing

YOU'RE SO COOL!!

YOUR WRITING IS SO COOL!!

SO I'M REQUESTING!

Could u also do accidental courtship for the Diasomnia boys too?

PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

Especially Lilia, pls!

yes of course :)

Accidental Courtship PT2

part 1 was about the beast-men and merfolk

this part will be about the Fae and Diasomnia dorm

this is part 1

this took so long to type becuase im not able to use my pointer finger, i tore my nail in half and have to wear a bandaid that limits the mobility of my finger.

sorry this took so long, and that its been a long time since i published anything, ive been pretty busy

ALSO Im aware that Silver and Sebek aren't Fae, BUT im just having fun, and i feel like because they are always around fae they would pick up on the habits and culture

so this part will contain......

Malleus, Lilia, Sebek, i cant write silver im sorry :(

so merfolk were stones

beast men was licking/grooming

so the Fae and Diasomnia boys can be... biting? idk like vampires lol.

Malleus:

your gorgeous, handsome, hoy, pretty, socially awkward boyfriend was a Fae, when you first started dating he asked you how much you knew about the Fae, you told him the stories and myths, about how the Fae are mischievous, and lots of times evil, stealing names and lives, he was shocked, and he told you about real Fae culture, he was mostly telling you about holidays, celebrations, and way of life, he conveniently forgot to mention the fact that biting (a common form of cute aggression and a love language) was a proposal of marriage in Fae tradition.

You burst into your boyfriends room, slamming the door shut behind you, he was sitting a dark green fancy chair reading, he looked up at you and smiled, he set his book down and patted his lap, you sprinted over, jumping and launching yourself at him, the energy was unexpected but he was able to catch you easily, you sat on his lap and hugged him, your face nuzzled into his neck

"are you ok my love? you seem... ecstatic"

you told him about your day and how you saw the cutest cat, and how you wanted to adopt it

"i shall get you a cat if you wish" he responded, a look of determination dawned his features

you laughed at his response, you called him cute before biting on his neck gentlely

he stopped breathing for a moment, looking at you in shock "is that all i had to do? offer to get you a cat? we've been together for a a little less than a year, are you sure? im exited, i truly am, but i feel it is to early on for us to marry"

you looked up at him confussed and asked what he was talking about

"r-remember? when i told you about our fae traditions? biting is a proposal?- oh i didnt tell you that part?" he chuckles softly, he brushes your hair back and kisses your forehead softly "sorry you dear, i got the wrong idea about your intentions, but... even so, don't be suprised if i bite you back on day"

Sebek:

you were in the ramshackle dorm, reading a book you had borrowed from the library, you didn't realize at the time but it was due yesterday, meaning you had an overdue library book, and your boyfriend, for some reason, liked to memorize the due date of your books, homework, assignments, etc. so he could make sure you got everything done on time.

there was a firm knock on the door, you called for them to enter and Sebek walked in, he looked at the book in your hands before frowning at you

"wasn't that book due yesterday" he asked, crossing his arms stepping closer to you

"was it?" you responded checking the stamp at the front "hm well damn, it was" you laughed slighly at your mistake

Sebek however, didnt find this funny, he snatched your book away turning around "im returning this"

"im not done reading it though" you jumped onto his back and reached for the book, he stumbled a bit before regaining his balance, he extanded his arm, furthering the book from your grasp, you bit down on his shoulder.

he spun around, forget you were on his back and not on the ground, causing you to almost get flung off, you instintuly bit diown harder, drawing a slight whimper from Sebek "y-y/n, i-i cant, we are so young, a-and you havent met my family, andiloveyoubutimnotreadyformarriage (i love you but im not ready for marriage)

you let go of him, looking at him confused "tf you mean marriage? are you high?"

"y-you bite me! for the Fae's thats a proposal"

"...oh"

"..."

"you aren't a Fae though?"

"oh.... right"

"DID YOU FORGET?" you burst out laughing

Lilia:

he assumed you didn't know Fae customs, your a human from another world, however, when he felt you teeth scrape against his neck he forgot all of that, he was on one knee in a fucking instant

"you want to marry me hmm? you young people and your forwardness" he seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside he was melting, he loved you more than words could ever describe,. when he saw you confused expression his heart sank, his smirk wavered for a moment before returning, weaker than before,

"ah I suppose you dont know, for Fae, you just asked me to marry you" he watched as your face heated up, flushing with red, he patted your head as you apologized for the mix up. he grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him and placing his lips on your neck, he kissed you softly, before opening his mouth and pressing his small, but sharp fangs against your skin, he bit down, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make you flinch

"wether you say yes or not is up to you, but the offer is always there" before you could say anything he was gone

sorry that lilias was short, im not the best at writing him...

hope you enjoyed!

requests are open!

#twisted wonderland headcannons #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #malleus #lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland lilia #twst lilia #malleus draconia #twst x reader

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littlemuoi · 8 months

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The tiny woman with dazzling blue eyes who turned me from a republican to a royalist by Louis de Bernières (September 2nd 2023)

Somewhere in my possession I have a snotty letter I wrote to my mother from university about not being interested in the Queen's 1977 anniversary. I was a young philosophy student at the time and being enthusiastic about the Monarchy was definitely not cool, especially as there was some kudos to be accrued from pretending to be Leftist.

I found myself puzzled and irritated by all the street parties and general celebrations, as if it was nothing to do with me. A few years earlier I had 'enjoyed' five months of officer training at Sandhurst where I had to swear allegiance to the Queen, her heirs and successors and I remember protesting inwardly that if one were to fight, it should be for a cause and not for a person.

However, in the 1990s I won the Commonwealth Writers Prize in three of its iterations. It meant that I had had my books chosen not by the usual London literati, with whom I have never been in favour, but by judges from all over Africa, Asia and indeed the world.

As I found out, the Queen's great passion was for the Commonwealth rather than Great Britain. It had been the means whereby the British Empire had miraculously and almost seamlessly transformed itself into a cultural and diplomatic club, so successfully that by the end of the Queen's reign there were countries in it that had never been in the Empire at all.

As the head of it, the Queen had, let's face the truth, literally charmed a succession of heads of state out of any post-colonial resentment that may have been niggling away inside of them.

She treated them with love and respect and had her love and respect returned. Julius Nyerere [Tanzania's leader] and Nelson Mandela are examples of two people who became close to her.

One of the perks of winning that writers prize was that the winners in all the categories were invited to Buckingham Palace to meet the Queen. You were advised about steps to be taken, how to bow and so on, and then you went in.

Some people are apparently tongue-tied and terrified but I found myself face-to-face with a tiny woman in sparkly clothes, with dazzlingly blue eyes, perfect complexion and a smile that seemed to break her face in half.

If you said anything boring or inane, she would say: 'How fascinating.' She made a joke about somebody important and self-important she had just met, which I am honour-bound not to repeat.

Her voice and turns of phrase were just like my mother's, they being of the same vintage. My problem was not that I was terrified or tongue-tied but that I felt warmly enough, relaxed enough, to want to be over-familiar. As the cliché goes, I went in a republican and came out a royalist.

I remembered how I had adored her as a little boy because she was so outstandingly pretty, and now I reflected that perhaps my previous resentment of her had been nothing more than the pique of somebody who had no hope of ever entering such a charmed circle.

Now that I had entered it for a few minutes, all the pique and sullenness suddenly evaporated.

If you had met the Queen, you assumed that she really wanted to know you and would become a little sad when no more invitations ever arrived. I was relatively lucky in winning that prize three times because I automatically got to see her three years running. Somebody told me she'd read my book Captain Corelli's Mandolin on a long flight to New Zealand but I have no idea if that is true or who told me; perhaps it was a lady-in-waiting.

There was one present on one occasion with a fag in her hand and I remember thinking: 'The Queen must be very tolerant to put up with that.' I bent down to pat the dogs when I should have been talking to her but she seemed unperturbed, as she was when I trod on one and made it squeal.

She had recently invented the Dorgi and was pleased about it.

I can no longer remember the order of things. As I drove (and still do) a Morris Minor, and had even worked as a mechanic in a Morris Minor garage for a year, I had been able to rescue a young woman in a broken down Morris near Richmond Park, who worked for the Royal Academy.

Thereafter I received free invitations to everything as long as she worked there. There was a do where I found myself in the company of the likes of Paul McCartney and Brian May, who are both outstandingly tall, but no one was talking to me until the Queen spotted me and made a beeline.

She was ever conscious of the number of people she had to talk to and would end her conversations very suddenly, even a very entertaining one, by suddenly turning her head to one side. Then the rest of her body would swivel sideways and she was off, like someone in a hurry to catch a train. It should have been very rude but it was both comical and endearing.

She had a party for poets at Buckingham Palace, which struck me as a dangerous and peculiar idea. I was standing with another poet when the Master of the Household approached me and said: 'Don't move, the Queen wants to have a chat with you.'

There was another beeline, another brief conversation, another swivel of the head, another charging away. I got on so well with the Master of the Household that we are still friends years later.

She had a party at Windsor Castle that was, I believe, the first after its restoration. She looked out across the courtyard at my Morris Minor Traveller and said: 'Goodness, we haven't had one of those here for years.'

The dinner party was a kind of glamorous sleepover. My luggage was unpacked for me by a valet who was very unimpressed that I was going to wear the same white shirt to dinner as the one in which I had arrived. 'Economising on effort I see,' he said drily.

The dinner was on silver plates. I hope I have not made that up. I was sitting next to Prince Andrew to begin with and we chatted about golf. I liked him and had no reason not to.

I eavesdropped on the German Ambassador talking to Tony Blair and I was impressed. When the latter stood up to leave with the ladies, the laughing Queen ushered him back into the room with her hand in the middle of his back.

I was struck by how frugal her appetite was; she was no trencherwoman. In her position and with such good cooks, I would have been the most massively globular monarchical flumper that the world has ever known, considerably larger than Edward IV and Henry VIII and Edward VII combined.

I spent the next morning in her library. She had many genealogy books and I found one with an inscription by Winston Churchill, so flowery, elaborate and humble that I felt guilty and embarrassed about the cheery informality of my own exploits on the flyleaf.

There was another party at Windsor for people 'in the Arts'. The Irish poet Seamus Heaney was there, surrounded by admiring young poets. 'Your passport may be green,' I thought, 'but you're as much a sucker for all this as anyone else is, aren't you?' The last time I saw the Queen was when she invited me to lunch at the palace. I think she had had a notion to invite a few people from each county one after the other, so as to work her way around the entire country. One of the guests was a fireman.

On the way, the sole of my shoe came off and I had to buy a new pair from a shop in Oxford Street.

At the gathering beforehand I had a conversation with the Duke of Edinburgh, about death. He said that the older one got, the more one was forced to contemplate it.

I liked him. He was intelligent and humorous, a man who clearly saw the absurdity of pretty much everything. He once teased me about being a novelist and a poet, as if it were altogether unnecessarily too much to do two such fatuous things in the same lifetime.

The Queen had a system for making things happen, which was that she would make a sudden move. When I was talking to the Duke, he suddenly stiffened and looked up because the Queen had made her 'action stations' move, just as I was asking him if he spoke Greek. She said: 'Well, do you speak French?'

I found myself sitting at her right hand side and during my half of her attention (she would switch halfway through a meal) we talked, among other things, about speaking French. We talked about Norfolk and I entertained a brief fantasy of being invited to Sandringham.

I think I may have disgraced myself by taking two quail breasts from the dish. She had only taken one but they are terribly small.

Afterwards I was standing at the gate of the palace when she whizzed out on her next mission, without even the slightest break or smidgen of a snooze. I was standing next to an armed policeman in all the gear and he suddenly looked down at me and asked: 'Ere, do you live in Denton?' I said, 'Yes, how did you know?' He relied: 'I beat you in the Father's Race.' I said: 'It was my sandals. I'd have won if I hadn't tripped up on the finishing line.'

While the Queen was hurtling off to her next appointment, I fell asleep on a bench in Hyde Park to recover from lunch.

That was the last time I saw her, waving from her car.

Thereafter I sent her books via my friend the Master. Books from their authors are just about the only gifts the Royal Family are allowed to receive. We have a large room in my house that we call 'The Queen's Room' because I used to tell my children that that's where we'd put her if she came to stay.

One day my little daughter wrote her a letter inviting her to stay, telling her that we had a very glamorous bathroom, and received a reply about being too busy. I don't think Sophie ever forgave her, and might even still be a republican.

I don't think it is possible to make a friend of anyone in the Royal Family, or make any assumptions if they are kind to you or seem interested in you. All that can happen is the occasional flash of communication or warmth that gives you a glimpse of the person within.

Princess Anne is intelligent and direct, the Duke of Edinburgh had a philosophical turn. The question is, what do they get from us?

I think the Queen mostly enjoyed herself because her enjoyment coincided with her duty. There was an eagerness in her manner as she suddenly looked away and shot off to talk to somebody else.

It's her heirs and successors I worry about. We, their subjects, are just going to try to make them as miserable as we can, aren't we? We are too chippy to speak generously of them and we are piqued about not being royalty ourselves. I found that having encountered the Queen, I was unable to be impressed by anyone else. Madonna invited me to lunch once and I still don't know why. I said no because I had a commitment in Northern Ireland. Sting wanted me to fly to Milan to interview him and I don't know why I said no to that either.

I've met many of my heroes, I've shaken hands with Nicolas Cage and President Clinton and been kissed on the cheek by Penelope Cruz. Only being kissed on the cheek by Penelope comes anywhere close to meeting the Queen.

#brf #royal anecdote #this is absolutely beautiful #the epitome of queen #queen elizabeth ii #prince philip #duke of edinburgh

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marzipanandminutiae · 3 months

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I see you talking about ouat and it unlocked thoughts that have been neatly filed away for years so here I am, yelling them at you.

I assume at this point spoilers arent a problem anymore for you but you said you originally didn't watch past the frozen but a warning just in case.

I kept watching for quite a long time, but I quit after the whole thing with ruby and Dorothy because what? it just felt so incredibly forced and badly written? and I'd gotten so annoyed because before we'd already had the whole thing with aurora and mulan, which I was rooting for but okay, that didn't work out, too bad for mulan. then we get a perfect set up for ruby and mulan. and it's just. never mentioned again???? ruby comes back eventually but wtf happened to mulan? it annoyed me so fucking much let me tell you.

also I remember trying to write out family/relationship trees and stuff for ouat to see how weirdly convoluted everything got. was very impressed that it seemed they managed to avoid accidentally having incest or something in the show with everything that was going on there.

I have so many more things but this has already gotten way longer than intended. do you have a favourite part of the show? I'm assuming your favourite characters is either regina or emma?

Oh man all of that brings back memories. I didn't stick around long enough for Ruby and Dorothy, but I got the sense that they were doing it to try and counteract the "avoiding Swan Queen because homophobia" allegations.

(I actually don't think they WERE avoiding Swan Queen because of homophobia, necessarily. I think it was never their intent to begin with; they just happened to attract a sapphic audience who were deeply on the Enemies to Lovers train. I do think they may have indulged in a bit of queerbaiting, though, because of some Emma/Regina moments that happened after the writers definitely knew the ship existed. I think it was never going to be canon, but they handled it poorly once they realized that people saw it as an option.)

I stopped watching around Frozen for a couple of reasons:

On a personal level, I just got sick of seeing the characters I shipped with other people. That's not an objective problem; it's my opinion and not everyone will agree. But to me, Hook was a whiny insecure manchild and Robin had the personality of Clippy the MS Word paperclip, and damnit, I wanted Emma and Regina to kiss each other instead of them!

On a This Is Bad Storytelling level, I HATED how Frozen was integrated. Earlier stories had been a nice blend of traditional fairytales with Disney adaptation elements- Beauty and the Beast where Gaston and Chip are both kind of there but in subtler ways, for example, or Cinderella where her dress resembles the 1950s animated version but everything else is different. Frozen, though, was just...Frozen. The entire plot of the movie Frozen had happened before the characters entered the OUAT storyline, their costumes were identical to those in the movie, and while I've heard that they added some different backstory- it just wasn't the "Hans Christian Andersen story with subtle Disney touches" that I would have expected from earlier seasons.

Personally, I don't think the initial curse should have been broken in a season. I feel like that locked them into a pattern of having to continually invent a new Darkest Evilest Most Powerful Magic EVER!!!!! to top the previous season, and that took them to some really weird places (I heard they went to literal hell at one point?). The show had a cool premise and some interesting ideas- I loved how they managed to give individual kingdoms distinct cultures and even fashions. You can tell the "look" of Snow White's kingdom from Cinderella's and Cinderella's from Ariel's, etc.

Everyone who would watch an entire season of Abigail's Ancient Greek Steampunk-ish kingdom, raise your hands. Seriously, so cool.

But something went wrong, IMO around season 4. I'm not sure if the show had just outlived its original concept or had outside pressures pulling it in different directions or what. All I know is, as far as I'm concerned, the show ends when Emma and Henry leave Storybrooke in season 3A. Pity It Was Cancelled So Soon, etc.

(although OOC Matronly SnowTM would have been perfect for live slug reaction memes, so there's that)

#long post #ask #once upon a time #ouat #anon

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merupasse · 8 months

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jurassic park is trending (omg no fuckibg way????) and it got me thinkin about my undying love for the franchise, as well as my general love for those 90s universal movies. the ride at hollywood, the merch, and it’s general affect on pop culture.

and I have to say.

The franchise lost the moment it realized it could be a big movie monster franchise.

with a couple of exceptions, there was so much reverence in the way jurassic 1 handled the behavior and the nature of the dinosaurs, treating them as amoral creatures locked in turmoil as the park falls apart, and we are simply caught in the midst of the chaos.

jp2 doesn’t do too much disservice to the way the dinosaurs are treated, still being forces of nature. sure they don’t do much new or give a different perspective on the nature of theropods instead of instantly antagonizing them, but the hatchling plot was cool. also, we got that iconic scene at the end. you know the one.

it starts to get muddled with jp 3, with the entire climax hinging on the big battle between mama rex and the spinosaurus, with added elements of humor that serves to further demystify the dinosaurs, entering campier territory.

then came Jurassic world.

while Jurassic World no doubt reinvigorated interest, it was the nail in the coffin for the opportunity for Jurassic Park truly to come back the way it did. it was almost wwa, the way that dinosaurs were simply setup to showdown at the very end, teaching the audience since the third one that this was what you are to look forward to, along with your classic escape the dinosaurs plot. it truly sealed its fate as a blockbuster, answering genuinely interesting questions (ethics of cloning, whether they really are dinosaurs or simply monsters, etc.) and addressing interesting concepts (indominous, Feathered DINOSAURS DOMINION!!!!!!!) with such a juvenile attitude, merely meant to appeal to a “general majority” who (they assume [wrongly]) that simply want to see dinosaurs on the big screen. if you cater to a supposed audience, all you will be looking at is simply confirmation bias. Movies like Barbie prove that people are still interested in political, social and cultural rhetoric and systems being addressed and talked about in franchised media, and yet…

jurassic park can’t seem to take itself seriously anymore. they don’t even animate the dinosaurs very convincingly anymore.

but hey. atleast the new ride at universal Hollywood is good. little bit of pacing issues but, hey. better than the sorry state it was before

#jurassic park #personal rant #universal #filmgifs #scifi #feathered dinosaurs #michael crichton #ian malcolm #alan grant #steven spielberg #we really had the first fully feathered dinosaur and it kinda just fucking swam in cold ass water and then left ok cool dominion #90s #jurassic world #dinosaurs

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mittch22 · 4 months

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I love your headcanons for the WGP! Such underutilized characters that Pixar will never come back to. Which makes it all the more fun to come up with the headcanons and their personalities.

Also do you have headcanons for the regional replacements of Jeff Gorvette in the international dubs of Cars 2: Long Ge (my personal bias), Flash Nilsson, Memo Rojas Jr, Frosty Winterbumper and Vitaly Petrov?

Another Ask! Thank you!!!

I must admit, it was a challenging one. I like to have a little background info before I add HC's to pre-made characters. But alas, there is not much to go on.

Im glad you bought these fine chaps to my attention. They are VERY cool. My favourite is Vitaly personally. Lets give this a go, shall we?

Long Ge - He is insanely polite and will go above and beyond to ensure the comfort of others in his presence, even sometimes to his own detriment.

He can occasionally get a little nervous talking to others, but thats down to a small amount of social anxiety. He wants everyone to like him.

Long Ge is respectful of his fellow competitors at all times, however, he can occasionally get a little arrogant, but its all in good humour.

He is heavily supportive of racers in need, especially when it comes to physical injury. Regardless of his position on the track, he will stop to help if he deems it necessary. In his spare time, he will volunteer to assist those in need.

He loves traditional board games.

Lightning McQueen ended up introducing him to Tex Dinoco and they got along straight off the bat.

Flash Nilsson - Flash is spritely and energetic and its utterly contagious. He knows exactly how to get a party going and how to keep it rolling.

He's amazing at poker.

He gets jestfully angry when fellows sing or play the Flash Gordan theme song when he enters a room or aproaches a group. He will start singing along with it though.

He's a bit of a practical joker and can spend ages thinking up amazing pranks to play on his friends. He loves to have a good laugh.

Flash spends a lot of time practicing on different tracks and honing his skillset in a variety of different ways. He's always looking to improve himself and learn loads of different techniques for different situations.

Memo Rojas Jr - Memo loves learning about different cultures and sightseeing the countries he visits.

He is a highly suspicious vehicle and carries a luck charm with him for his races.

You'll never not hear him humming or singing musical tunes and jigging along to it.

He gets on really well with Raoul and they have become quite firm friends after the WGP.

Memo is rediculously quick off the mark and shocks fellow racers with his ability to just shoot himself forward off the starting line. It can be quite startling and intimidating.

Frosty Winterbumper - Frosty is a talker. As in he is an incessant talker. Good luck shutting him up. Especially when its on a subject that he is particularly interested in.

He loves basking in gentle sunshine and believes there's nothing better than a quality nap and a decent amount of relaxation time.

He is a bit of a risk taker on the track and enjoys the rush of that.

Despite his wintery namesake, he despises being in cold environments. He can't stand the cold and will do pretty much anything to ensure he stays warm. A deeply set chill can really throw him off his game.

Vitaly Petrov (Виталий Петров) - Vitaly is an avid chess player. His father was a regional champion at the game and athough Vitaly had bigger interests in racing, he is still very good at the game. So good luck beating him.

He is used to freezing climates from growing up racing in rally sprints and ice races and just doesnt seem to get cold. He has techniques for staying warm and he will always share them with any fellow racer who feels the cold easily.

Vitaly is the only race fan in his family and built himself up in the racing world from scratch and he absolutely loves it. He does it purely for his own enjoyment. It just turns out he's really damn good at it.

Chrysler help you if you find yourself in a snowball fight with him. He is pretty merciless.

Bonus content:

I have an amusing screenshot (at least I found it amusing). Tumblr is being a bit funny on mobile at the moment with asks. And for some reason its staging out the words in the ask box when I go to answer it. This is what it came up with:

PS: His name is Frosty Winterbum now.

#pixar cars #cars #cars fandom #cars pixar #cars 2 #cars headcanons #cars 2 (2011)#vitaly petrov #long ge #flash nilsson #memo rojas jr #frosty winterbumper #asks #frosty winterbum

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chelseafcwmemes · 10 months

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https://avisendanmark.dk/sport/lysten-til-et-nyt-eventyr-og-tysk-disciplin-lokkede-harder-til-bayern

I assume most of you won’t have access. So while I can still use this magic trick, here’s the translated version

The desire for a new adventure and German discipline lured Harder to Bayern

Pernille Harder is leaving Chelsea this summer to return to German football. This time for Bayern Munich, where she hopes to complete the trophy list. Pernille Harder is one of the world's very best soccer players, and there isn't a major European club that wouldn't want to have her on the team card. Her presence alone seems to guarantee championships. She has won the national championship eight years in a row in three different countries. In mid-May, she announced that it was time for a new adventure after three years at Chelsea.

- I think it's exciting to enter new cultures and new clubs and to be in the phase where you join a new team and have to get to know a lot of new people and become part of a new culture, says Harder about the decision.

Several sports managers in the world's top clubs have undoubtedly stuck out a feeler. But what new adventure did Harder want after spending time in Sweden, Germany and England? Try the southern sun and crowded stands in Spain or Italy? The big teams PSG or Lyon in France? Or maybe the US? None of the parts. Together with his Swedish teammate and girlfriend Magdalena Eriksson, Harder signed a contract with the newly crowned German champions from Bayern Munich.

- I feel comfortable in Germany. Everyone works hard for the team, and you arrive on time. There is that "ordnung muss sein" approach and you are like a family on the team. It's cool, I think, says the Danish star striker.

Bayern Munich does not have a great history in the women's Champions League, but in recent years the team has played its way up to the top of Europe. The quarter-finals were the final stop in the last Champions Leauge season, but for the second time in three years they brought home the German championship in front of Pernille Harder's former club Wolfsburg. Bayern are currently fifth in the European rankings, and ambitions are high in the German club. Otherwise, the urge for German discipline would not have been enough to lure Harder back to the Danish neighbor to the south.

- There is no doubt that I want to play in the Champions League. I want to be in the tournament, and when I am in the tournament, I will do everything to win it, says Harder.

Three times she has been in the final, twice with Wolfsburg and once with Chelsea, but each time she has had to watch the opponents lift the trophy under the rain of confetti. Although Bayern beat eventual winners FC Barcelona last season, there are a small handful of teams who are still considered heavy favorites to triumph in the tournament. But that may very well change in the coming years, believes 30-year-old Harder, who has signed a contract with the southern Germans for the next three seasons.

- The club's goal is to win the league and the cup tournament and also get up to where you can win the Champions League. That is the goal for the future, says Harder.

These days she is gathered with the rest of the national team in Herning ahead of the WC finals in Australia and New Zealand, which begin on 20 July. On July 5, Denmark plays a test match against Spain in Gladsaxe, while the first match for Harder and co. at the WC will be July 22 against China. Then England and Haiti await in the group.

#pernille harder

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candyredmusings · 1 year

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“Another One Of Those ‘Things My Discord Said’ Sentence Starters.

Things taken from DMs and a few group chats from Discord. CW: NSFT Change / Edit as necessary !

i am literally tom cruise

cum is cool.

[NAME] is fucked up cus he is straight man

[NAME] show me your fuckin tits

[NAME], you better not be standing catatonic in your room wearing your handmade jigsaw robe again.

its like they creampied me but instead of cum it was new music

like what about my pussy-area makes u think sea cucumber

the mind is weak. but the body is funky

so im reading that fanfic where 1d like, buys your soul or whatever and im shook

well tom servo is a sex god

and then i freaked it

FUCK YOU APPLE JACK FUCK

ILL SLURP WITH YOU

LEMME SHOW U DICK

ITS A SIDE QUEST YOU SILLY BITCH

I’m a zombie the law can’t stop me

LEAVE YOUR GOLDEN UNCRUSTABLES OUT OF MY HOME I WILL NOT FALL VICTIM TO THY TRICKERY

you, telling me to ignore a twink with side swept brown hair? foolish.

Hes so hot i briefly started texting like a straight person

and because I’m god and I’ve decided that. No. In fact. I’m not done.

MY DUMB BOTTOM BRAIN FOLLOWS COMMANDS TOO WELL

[NAME], I know you love bloopy reggae jams. Now is not the time

OH THATS WHAT I THOUGHT YOUD SAY YOU STUPID ACCIDENTAL HIMBO DEMON

man i rlly am attracted to paul mccartney.

its not that kennedy was gay af sleeping w jackies fat ass out, he just has a better one-

jealous of my massive honkeers

YOU BRAINCELLED BITCH

this forced open my third eye and i saw the devil--

oh me seeming romantically interested in u is making u uncomfortable?? noted

the only pussy this party city shake out wig looking mother fucker is getting

[NAME] expose your teeth right fucking now

IN THE DEPARTMENT OF OLD MAN FUCKING, WEVE GOT YOU BEAT

What if we kissed while one of us got called racist and we are both boys

i just jacked it to minecraft piss porn

I will pop a huge tentacle boner

i hate females fr fr

we left u to die to play minecraft

IM GONNA FRICKLE-FRACK YOUR WIFE

CAN I KARATE CHOP IT LIKE IN SPONGEBOB

DWIGHT FROM THE OFFICE IS NOT MY SKRUNKLY

she would never ever take away one of these stupid fucking hats

My brother in Christ you’re being haunted

i want to wring you like a wet towel and slap u against a wall

Yeah you'll come to learn I just have a thing for milk

Piss ur pants harder pls I wanna watch

I'm gonna corn on the kill myself

good morning to parappa and his stans. everyone else..... hi ig

lol look at this clown with no slurs

God has abandoned his children but unfortunately for you I pay child support and I will smite thee.

this is how I reveal myself to be homophobic

I have no sluts

idk what it is abt it but boba makes me become like an actual whore

im homophobic suddenly

he was like ‘You're so big”.... and i just started crying

anyones penis can be hard hes not special

for the love of god please help me

i can talk about piss for hours

im sorry i havent recognized mickey mouse clubhouse ost as the cultural landmark that it is

I ASKED IF WE WOULD RP AFTER FUCKING BIBLE STUDY OR WHATEVER

the benefits of being a yandere is that i dont have to forgive OR forget and I am a living breathing PVP zone so Fuck with me white boy.

When toxic by ashnikko comes on I enter the gaslight gatekeep phases of my girlbosshood

im like a child in line for the newest fucked up disney ride

[NAME] is just all fucking Sorts of fucked up

im clownfaking

why are we here? to suffer? every other day i get messages from a whore

always thinking abt when my friend called me a "white boy whore"

you gotta PUMP the errand girl with cocaine

im beyond shame bc i love all cock try again

people have fetishes.

They really do crucify anyone these days huh

u may have never hungered for cock but you have hungered for a sub sandwich and honestly? theyre basically the same thing-

hi im drawing hentai

[NAME] idk why but that really. makes me want to stab you

“Don't have sex FOMO, [NAME], no! “

“TRY AND NUKE THIS, BITCH.”

“There's a group of golden skeletons behind you hitting the griddy “

“GRANDPA’S ASHES SUCKED MY COCK AND TOOK ME TO ARBYS.”

“You’re lanky with no gender and silly goofy with the rizz it works.”

“You can’t just tell me I could be a Tumblr sexy man to my face at 4:30 PM.”

"I have strong opinions about the soviet union"

“CALL THAT PUSSY THE MATRIX CAUSE IM IN THIS BITCH AND I CANT GET OUT “

“dont cry. 8000 types of reptiles on the planet, okay?”

[NAME] lives his life like he’s an RPG character but picks only the rude dialogue options.”

“I need to beat off to this before God destroys California.”

"No amount of pussy could get me on a rollercoaster with three loops"

"I love your senior citizen pussy"

"Gerber is pretty reliable .. I mean .. The Gerber baby didn't die .... did it?"

“you are white i assume”

"I hate you terrorist, and you may quote me on that"

"I love watching you play minecraft. It's like watching a baby fawn."

"I've never seen old men who fuck harder."

"i don't need him to KILL i need him to FUCK ME"

"well maybe if you just dicked down your wife she wouldn't have gone on a murderous slut rampage"

"why cant these BIG titty bimbos stop HANGING around me"

#txt #rp meme #rp memes #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #ask prompts #inbox memes #inbox prompts #dj khaled voice: anotha one #candyredtext

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heliads · 2 years

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Based on this request: "Isaac Lahey x fem reader. Y/N is a Hydra experiment turned Avenger. She controls ice and frost with her hands. Tony made her a costume and gave her the alias Snowstorm. Isaac decided to move to New York. He’s a student at Columbia. He meets the reader somehow."

masterlist / part two

do love a good teen wolf x mcu crossover

New York City gets way too hyped over its superheroes.

Isaac Lahey’s only been on the East Coast for about a week, and he’s already reached this conclusion far too many times. He was expecting some sort of quiet culture shock after moving here from California, more specifically from leaving Beacon Hills to go anywhere, but still. Of course it’s cool that Captain America is still alive after fighting in the Second World War. Of course it’s neat that Iron Man is smarter than all of them combined.

That doesn’t mean that Isaac has to buy into all the hero worship nonsense. The way he sees it, they’re just getting praised for what’s getting him killed, and Isaac has never been one for hypocrisy. So yeah, he can’t really muster up the energy to think it’s totally life changing that Clint Barton has superior senses that let him shoot arrows really fast. Isaac has better reflexes, which should earn him a spot on anyone’s all-star lineup, but instead the arrows are spiraling towards his heart, not those of his enemies.

Yeah, it’s not really the perspective shared by anyone else in the city. There are still people who don’t like the Avengers, of course, New York thrives on being able to be contrary whenever and wherever possible, but no one’s quite got Isaac’s outlook on it.

Mainly, that’s because no one in New York is a werewolf, or at least no one’s revealed themselves as one yet. Isaac thinks he found more supernaturals of his breed in France, but then again, he was looking for them there.

Isaac has left France far behind, and Beacon Hills as well. This is his second fresh start in not so long a time, and he’s hoping that this new beginning will actually stick. In New York City, being strange won’t get you looked at twice. Given Isaac’s penchant for glowing eyes and slicing claws, that’s a definite point in New York’s favor. Plus, his French accent is terrible, and he doesn’t much feel like being mocked anymore just because he can’t understand which vowels are supposed to be pronounced and which are supposed to stay silent forever.

Isaac is a first year in college by now, a point he never really thought he’d reach. Before he received the bite, Isaac didn’t really have that much of a future in mind. After he entered the world of the supernatural, it kind of seemed like he’d play it by ear for as long as he could as long as he wasn’t murdered by hunters before he got the chance to explore any further.

Now, though? Isaac’s finally daring himself to set down roots. He’s a student at Columbia University, and although the coursework is hard as hell, Isaac is pushing himself to make it. Maybe he can be a smart kid after all. It’s not like anyone ever gave him the chance to prove it before now.

With life in university, though, Isaac is learning all the peculiarities of living in New York City, which brings him back to the superhero obsession once again. He’s out in a coffee shop with friends, all of them squinting at laptop screens and pretending they definitely know calculus. Integrals are a piece of cake, you know? Just don’t involve too many absolute values or he may lose his mind.

So, when Isaac is sipping his cup of coffee and finds his group study session interrupted by another news story blaring from the flickering TV in the corner of the shop, he can’t really find it within himself to care about the latest superhero rescue. Not in the slightest.

This is apparently a point of contention in his new friend group, and Isaac is quickly called out for not subscribing to the same superhero obsession as everyone else.

“Look,” one of them says, “What’s wrong with thinking the Avengers are cool? Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered what it would be like to join the team.”

“I don’t know,” Isaac mutters with a small touch of bitterness, “maybe risking my life all the time for people who wouldn’t do the same for me isn’t really my cup of tea.”

His friends roll their eyes at that, but Isaac’s remark is noticed by someone else. There’s a girl one table over from them. She’s sitting alone, nursing a mug like it’s bitter spirits to someone not quite of the drinking age, and her brow furrows when she overheads Isaac’s cynicism. She looks away quickly so as not to be caught eavesdropping, but the fact remains that she’s heard him, and more interestingly, might even understand his point of view.

Another girl from his study group is taking the rally to defend the Avengers. “This story is interesting, too. Snowstorm is kind of everything, you know? She survived the HYDRA labs and she got powers out of it. Controlling ice and frost sounds so cool, even you have to admit that.”

Isaac shrugs a shoulder. “Being a test subject in any lab seems less cool.”

The girl from his study group groans. “That’s not the point, Lahey. The point is the powers. Snowstorm is amazing and you know it.”

Isaac holds up his hands in surrender. “Hey, I never tried to insult her, just the whole gimmick of fantasizing over the lives of the Avengers in the first place. Most likely, Snowstorm’s just some person, same as us. I just don’t want to idolize people for no reason.”

The rest of his study group complain about this for some time afterwards, but Isaac’s attention has drifted to the young woman one table over again. She’s smiling this time, the corners of her lips starting to prick up. Isaac almost gets the feeling that she’s agreeing with him, like she knows something that he doesn’t. He tries to focus on her further, but gets nothing at all, and she departs from the shop soon enough anyway.

Isaac is left to navigate the world of New York City as someone utterly on the outskirts of it all. Having enhanced senses in a place like this is exhausting. There is a cacophony of noise going on at all times, and trying to keep up with it all is numbing Isaac to the point of no return. To pay attention to a given task at hand, Isaac has to actively block out everything else. It’s like being a horse with blinders on, how he’s forced to ignore the entire world just to survive.

Maybe that’s why Isaac ends up going down a darkened alley one day when his classes let out early. It’s all just so much and the alley is so quiet. To Isaac’s pounding head, any bit of silence seems like pure bliss, so he decides to see if it’ll be a shortcut back to his dorm.

As it turns out, the alley is instead a shortcut to getting himself jumped. Two guys melt out of the shadows, flicking out switchblades as an introduction.

The lead one gestures to his bag. “Hand over your wallet, and maybe we’ll let you live.”

Isaac is tired, and not really one to play along. “I’m good, thanks.”

The robber blinks at him. “That wasn’t a question. Give us your stuff.”

When Isaac refuses to comply, they start to pace towards him menacingly, knives raised. The sight of it would scare anybody senseless. However, Isaac isn’t just anybody, and he’s lived enough of his life on the run from hunters and rival packs to not really care about your garden variety mugger.

To be honest, he’d kind of enjoy a fight right now. He has to spend all his time pretending to be an ordinary human, so being able to breeze past the defenses of these two men and revel in the sound of breaking bone is somehow liberating. The crooks are slow compared to Isaac’s werewolf speed, and he’s dusting off his hands a few seconds later, both of them unconscious on the ground.

A voice from behind him makes Isaac startle. “You know, I was ready to jump in and save you, but it looks like you won’t be needing that much help.”

He turns around slowly to find himself face to face with a figure both familiar and utterly foreign at the same time. Isaac has never had the pleasure of actually meeting one of the Avengers before, yet here’s one for the history books now.

It’s Snowstorm, the one his study group was talking about in the coffee shop earlier. Her uniform is plain and armored, advanced layers of white protection covering a form fitting navy jumpsuit underneath. Rumor has it Tony Stark himself designed the suit, right down to the hood and mask combination hiding her identity from the rest of the world.

Snowstorm is kind of a big deal around here, even by New York standards. She’s their poster child for street rat nobodies who turned into big shots. Snowstorm grew up with nothing but trauma in a HYDRA lab and ended up fighting crime alongside billionaire genius playboy philanthropists. Isaac has long since lost count of the number of Columbia students he’s seen with her emblem on their water bottles or laptops.

Isaac, however, isn’t one of their number, and he just fixes her with a grin, same as if he were talking to anybody else. “Sorry to waste your patrol time. If you like, I can cry out a little for help, make this jaunt down here worthwhile.”

Snowstorm laughs. “I appreciate the effort, but I think I’m good. Where’d you learn to fight like that? I didn’t think random students would be able to take down two armored robbers on their own.”

Isaac freezes momentarily, grappling for some sort of lie to tell that would cover his tracks. In between thinking something up and getting the words out, though, he realizes that the voice prodding at him is somewhat familiar.

He cocks his head to the side, considering the masked figure before him. “Do I know you?”

“Does that line work on everybody?” Snowstorm asks sarcastically.

Isaac rolls his eyes. “Not trying to hit on you, just figure you out. I think I know who you are.”

He can pick up her fear as it hits her. The sound of her heart rate picking up reminds Isaac of a rhythm he’d heard before. It was recently, actually, and it was– it was–

“You’re that girl in the coffee shop,” he blurts out, “the one who was listening in to our conversation. I do know you!”

Snowstorm groans. “How could you possibly know that? I thought you were the one who couldn’t give less of a damn about the Avengers.”

Isaac beams, far too proud of himself. “So I’m right?”

Snowstorm tugs off her mask as an answer, and Isaac’s suspicions are confirmed. “You have to tell me how you figured it out,” she complains, “I thought I was doing a really good job of keeping this a secret.”

Isaac shrugs casually. “I’m not exactly human. It helps.”

Her eyes narrow. “If that’s your weird way of saying you’re better than everyone else, I’m going to need more modesty and also a better explanation.”

Isaac chuckles, “No,” he explains, “I’m literally not human.”

To prove his point, he lets his eyes grow gold. Snowstorm’s eyes widen. “No, you’re not, are you? What are you, then, if you don’t mind me asking? Another lab rat, was that why you didn’t envy me back in that coffee shop?”

Isaac shakes his head. “No, I’ve managed to stick clear of labs for now.” He glances around them, at the robbers starting to stir at their feet. “I’d be happy to explain, but I think we’d better get out of here sooner rather than later.”

Snowstorm nods in agreement. “I’m fine with that.” She pulls her hood off of her head, and the armored panels of her suit disappear with a few pushes of a button. After she tugs a jacket over her shoulders, she could pass for just another student. The hood on her shoulders looks like a light sweatshirt. It’s the perfect design for a young person looking for some hero business on the side, which is probably exactly why it was made.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” she adds as they step out into the sunshine of the street, “Y/N L/N. Seeing as we’re doing this whole revealing identities thing, we might as well do it properly.”

Isaac chuckles. “I’m Isaac Lahey. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

She smiles up at him. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

They end up debriefing each other at a diner down the block. They sit opposite each other in a booth near the block, and share their weird life stories over the best milkshakes Isaac has ever had.

“So,” Y/N says at last, her hands folded in front of her on the table, “you’re a werewolf. Like, howling at the moon, no silver werewolf.”

“Actually, I’m fine with silver,” Isaac says pleasantly, “Not everything you hear about werewolves is real. Wolfsbane is a total nightmare, but I’m fine to find gold jewelry alternatives as much as I please.”

Y/N chuckles at that. “I wouldn’t have guessed. Good to keep in mind, though. I’d hate to accidentally shake your hand while wearing a ring and burn you.”

“I’d also hate that,” Isaac comments. “And you weren’t turned into a supernatural being like I was, because you were born with your powers?”

“I think so,” Y/N murmurs, “but in all honesty I’m not entirely sure. I don’t remember anything of my past, nothing before HYDRA. I’ve tried looking for leads dozens of times before, but they were careful and buried everything. I don’t know my parents’ names. I don’t know if my birth name was Y/N or if that’s just what they decided to call me. I don’t know anything about me at all except that I was an experiment and now I’m a soldier.”

The gloom in her eyes is enthralling. “No wonder you agreed with me back in that coffee shop,” Isaac whispers, “you hate this, don’t you? You hate hearing people glamorize your life when you know it’s like this.”

She meets his gaze suddenly, and Isaac doesn’t know that he could ever break it. “If they knew, it would ruin all their hopes and dreams of heroes around here being worth it. Sometimes the lies are easier to keep. I’ll keep saving them and they’ll keep praising the labs for making me what I am.”

Isaac reaches across the table to squeeze her hand. Her skin is faintly cold, and he can’t help but wonder if that’s an aftereffect of her powers, that she would always feel like ice. Maybe it numbs her as much as the endless tirade of fear has numbed Isaac to the bone.

“You don’t have to worry about them. You are not your past, Y/N, even if all you can remember is what came after it. You’re still you. Even if you have to figure out who that is, you’re not alone.”

“How do you know?” She asks, eyebrow quirked.

“Easy,” Isaac declares, “you’ve got me. Or, you’ve got me now, at least. We’re good, aren’t we?”

Y/N stares at him, then grins at last. “Yeah,” she says, “we’re good. We’re more than good, Isaac Lahey.”

Isaac smiles back at her, and for the first time, he thinks that he’d like nothing more than to stay in this city forever. At last, this place feels like home. Isaac has found someone to make him want to do better, and just like that, it all makes sense.

requested by @thornyrose463, who also made this graphic:

teen wolf tag list: @thatfangirl42, @rogueanschel, @lovesanimals0000, @rafecamerons, @bellabadacadabra, @watchreadfangirlrepeat, @23victoria

#isaac lahey #isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey oneshot #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf oneshot #marvel #marvel au #mcu #mcu au #teen wolf isaac #teen wolf isaac imagines #teen wolf isaac x reader #teen wolf isaac oneshot #avengers

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mitigatedchaos · 7 months

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Music Posting

Some time ago someone asked me about my taste in music - it's not something I usually think about with respect to blogging, in part because I've found that individual musical tastes don't seem to line to either personality or even political beliefs all that much.

Music is experienced as of its time, however. The late Obama era saw the emergence of the Future Funk genre with its tremendous sense of nostalgia for a past Japan that probably never quite existed.

As we entered into the Trump era, we saw the emergence of synthwave, and I've previously discussed the dark synthwave master Carpenter Brut.

If you still want that dark synthwave feeling, but you want something a bit less intense, there's another band to listen to: GUNSHIP. They've leaned into the dark cyberpunk future not only in aesthetics, but also themes - while managing to keep it cool.

Gunship have a new album coming out, and if their most recent collaboration with Carpenter Brut - DooM Dance - is any indication, it's going to be another good one.

Dark All Day

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Art3mis & Parzival

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Monster in Paradise

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You like vampires and VR, right? There's even a song seemingly inspired by Altered Carbon, one of the best sci-fi series streaming during the Trump Administration.

For those looking for more variety, but still plenty of darkness, dubstep musician Kill The Noise has released a new album which seems to consist of a lot of collaborations with different musicians, leading each song to have a somewhat different style.

The animation is ultra-violent.

Mirage

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Paper Moon

But what if you liked 2019's City Girl - Endless Artificial, which in some sense represents the lighter, more pastel half of electronica in the Trump era culture compared to synthwave's recalling of the 1980s, and just wanted it to be 30% dubstep?

youtube

#music_tag #Youtube

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lemme-just-oops · 2 years

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hello hello! i have this request (i think it's kinda interesting)

how would the arcana twilight boys react when they visit Mid Eartheim for the first time? what would they like and what would they dislike? which country would they love the most?

Alpheratz: He will claim that your worlds are not too different, but he is surprised how much the wage alone varies between jobs. In his world, most people have the same chances regarding their background. Anyone could have been chosen by a constellation to be a sorcerer. But here, your life depends so much on the area and expenses, it scares him. No wonder people seem to rush around the town. It is loud and noisy as well, which he will complain about. What he might like the most would be quiet cafés, such as those targeted for autistic people. But only to relax, not actually to drink.

Arcturus: He is very saddened by the fact that you do not have a flying whale as your pet. But if you have other pets, he is in love. He enjoys the fact that Mid-Earthheim seems to be a lot less dangerous when it comes to monsters. He does not count wild animals as monsters because they look cute or cool and hopefully will not attack him. There are a lot of things he does not know what to think about, such as zoos and many laws. But he does like a circus! And if you tell him about Alpacas, you are obligated to make sure he touches one dueing his stay.

Pollux: As someone who has a sweet tooth, he is intruiged by your types of sweets. But also scared because he never heard of half the ingredients. The sense of fashion in your world is different as well and he needs to hold himself back from complimenting strangers on their outfits. And despite the differences he notices, he loves how similar your entertainment is. TV-tropes are interdimensional. But just how short art the life spans of your people? Its scares him to think about it. And how any accident could be fatal, since only few people are trained doctors/nurses. He wants to cling to you and make sure nothing happens. But just show him around town and he will realize how safe it actually is.

Sirius: Give him social media and watch as the world catches on fire. Ten new conspiracy theories by tomorrow, seven celebrities invite him to their mansion, a million dollars have been transferred to his created bank account. He keeps deleting his browser history and all account details, so you will never know what he is actually doing online, you just know that you gave him the power of god. He also likes those fashionable sport cars. What he cannot stand are "public events", they always seem to be targeted at kids. How is an adult supposed to find joy and friends and excitement, when he does not enter a bar?

Spica would love the different cultures. Show him just one art museum and he will obsess over it. When he learns that most famous artists have already passed away, he is saddened. He is also overwhelmed by the amount of languages people have and how advanced your technology is. Please do not let him learn about the witch hunts though. It might explain why your worlds do not interact)

Vega: Put him in a cold area like scandinavia and he will never complain about anything. That is where he lives. No heat to make him sweat, the aurora borealis for him to observe, he enjoys it. What he dislikes is the increase of technology influencing the daily life. Sure, he likes the convenience of messaging others quickly and taking photos, but as soon as your phone becomes your source of entertainment, it makes him cringe. And what do you mean, he cannot carry his sword around?

#arcana twilight #pollux #arcturus #otome game #alpheratz #sirius #vega #request #spica

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New Underland Biome

Gloomshroom Hollow

CW: Suicide Mention

Location: Deep within the Deadlands of the Underland, Gloomshroom Hollow marks a stark departure from its barren surroundings. This biome, eerie and silent, consists almost entirely of tall, lanky mushrooms, which evoke an unsettling atmosphere similar to the infamous Japanese "Suicide Forest."

Description:

Gloomshroom Hollow is dominated by towering fungi, known as Gloomshrooms, that stretch high into the cavern's darkened ceiling. These mushrooms are pale, almost translucent, and emit a faint, ghostly glow that does not illuminate so much as it highlights the deep shadows of the hollow. The ground is soft and covered with a thick layer of spores that muffle footsteps, enhancing the oppressive silence of the area.

Ecology:

The Gloomshrooms are unique in that they thrive in the low light and nutrient-poor soil of the Deadlands. They have a symbiotic relationship with a rare type of bioluminescent bacteria, which feeds on the mushrooms' waste products and in return illuminates the Gloomshrooms faintly from within. This light is not bright enough to guide one safely but rather seems to lead deeper into the maze of fungi, disorienting those who dare to enter.

Cultural Significance:

To the creatures of the Underland, Gloomshroom Hollow is a place of sorrow and final respite. It is said that those who are overwhelmed by despair are drawn to this place, as if called by the hollow itself. The spores of the mushrooms are hallucinogenic, causing haunting visions that often play on the fears and regrets of the individual. These visions become more intense and frequent the deeper one ventures into the hollow, leading many to lose their way both mentally and physically.

Mysterious Allure:

No one knows exactly why Gloomshroom Hollow compels some Underlanders to seek their end within its depths. Some believe it is the spores that manipulate emotions and thoughts, while others think the hollow is cursed or haunted by the spirits of those who have perished there. Researchers like Solon have proposed studying the spores' effects to develop treatments for those affected by their hallucinogenic properties, but the inherent dangers of the hollow make this a formidable challenge.

This biome not only adds a layer of dark beauty to the Underland but also deepens the world's lore by integrating a hauntingly mysterious place that can be pivotal to character development and plot progression.

Think the flowers from Curse of The Warmbloods, but instead of giggles, you get horrific auditory and visual hallucinations that play on your fears and regrets.

For example Luxa/Gregor could see Henry/Hamnet or Ares. Ripred could see his pups but obviously he'll lie and say he wasn't affected. Saying he's been here before to try to die but the forest wouldn't let him.

Working on new places and things to expand the world without going to out of plausibility. My only issue with this idea is trying to figure out a way to combat it. I'm thinking like the nice covid masks with the filter on them

But what do you guys think? Does this sound cool? 😅

#gregor the overlander #the underland chronicles #tuc #fanfic #ripred the rat #suzanne collins #the underland #underland chronicles #new biome #mushrooms #hallucinations #Gloomshroom

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After days of travel, you finally arrive at the small town of Royal Mount, so named after the sacred hill resting at its center. Your contact asked you to meet them at the local inn, where they would impart delicious culinary secrets upon you.

You quickly notice a sign advertising a place called Tym Hort's inn. This must be the place. As you enter, a hooded figure wearing a strange billed hat waves at you. They lower their hood as you approach, looking up through shining glasses. "Greetings my friend! You may call me Phex. I believe you are here to discuss a most delicious topic, are you not?"

You find nothing odd about them, save for your inability to settle on any pronoun to refer to them. They regard you with an amused look despite their clear sleep deprivation and as they invite you to sit, they open a large grimoire, surely full of secrets each more delicious than the last...

The first dnd cookbook! Winner of the last poll!

This is a book I hadn't planned on getting initially. I watched misohungrie's review, and it seemed like a really nice book, but despite the fact that I've played in a few campaigns using dnd, I've never actually played in the Forgotten Realms settings (or any other of their settings) and always in homebrews. So I wasn't that yet interested in the lore or references.

And then I played Baldur's Gate 3.

So I now have this book, and it's one of my favorites of my collection lmao. I haven't gotten the second book yet but I intend to eventually!

The book separates its recipes by "cultures", basically most of the basic playable races in dnd. Uncommon has a mix of stuff, from dragonborn, gnomes, tieflings. And then drinks have their own chapter. Between each chapter there's also a nice menu reproduction for various inns, which I love.

I'm only really familiar with forgotten realms now that I've consumed the entire wiki for Baldur's Gate purposes and finetuning my oc's backstories lmao but there are references to many others, like Greyhawk, Dragonlance, Ravenloft and a few more. My good friends, who are much more powerful nerds than I am, gave me a brief summary of all of them so that was also pretty cool. There's also at least one obligatory Drizzt reference, which I have to mention bc I'm about to get into that shit to indulge in the drow obsession I could never have in high school.

ANYWAY.

The recipes are varied, and there are a LOT in there that interest me ngl. I've already cooked two! I've made Dwarven Flatbread (easy and delicious!) and Halfling Chili which I believe I've posted about before. It is also very delicious (I remade this week! I didn't post about it bc I'm supposed to be cooking something new lmao). It uses cocoa powder and cinnamon amongst others in the spices. And delicious bacon.

Human recipes have variety, are pretty hearthy and generally go for a "comforting" vibe, I would say. They go from hand pies to seafood bouillabaisse or ribs to candied apples! Very fun chapter.

The Elven chapter unsurprisingly has a lot of light recipes, a ton of veggies, with some seafood! But for the most part it's a lotta veggies and fruits, and the one drow recipe, mushroom steak!

The Dwarven chapter, by contrast, has a lot of meaty recipes. You've got potatoes, sausages, beer, bread, rich desserts. (kinda my favorite chapter I think lmao)

The Halfling chapter is all about hearthy, homely(?) recipes that can be shared with many people, and many soups. This one is also very good.

Uncommon cuisine has a wide range of recipes. This is the chapter that has the halfling chili. Because normally it's made of...well you know. But you can make it with turkey, if you're not a dragonborn of very specific taste.

And finally the drinks are about half and half alcoholic and not, which I think is nice as someone who doesn't drink. It also has the second drow "recipe" which is like a mushroom "tea" (or like a stew?).

Now, there is one major problem with this book.

So many recipe photos missing!! So many!!

And it's particularely frustrating for this book because sometimes a page will have an environmental photo of like trees or whatever. But why not put food photo there instead?? Bummer.

This is a pretty village and all but do I really need it? I don't think so lmao.

Now after agonising over the meal choice (and over my mental health) for the last 10 weeks, I finally decided to make the Vedbread, a cheesy, mushroomy bread roll that sounds delicious. I just gotta go out and buy some shiitake mushrooms soon. Misohungrie happens to have made that one too (kinda the reason I chose it lmao it looks delicious) so you should check out his video too if you're interested in the book! He's also kinda the reason I bought the book in the first place, and he brings up the weird photo issue too.

Overall I really like this book, because I like ordinary daily life lore and you get a pretty good amount in that one, on top of having delicious recipes to try out. The recipes aren't super crazy in terms of trying to make them weird or unique, but they all seem pretty solid. They all have a little flavor/lore blurb before every recipe, and it's fun to get some tidbits like "tieflings love spicy food" or whatever yknow lol.

My tab crashed and I can't remember what I was following up with, but I wish y'all success in your culinary adventures and campaigns! I'll make a post for the vedbread when I get around to making it!

#Phex cooking adventures #yes i did roll these dice and yes i stg i rolled a crit fail for that second one thank you #anyway part of the reason this is so delayed is because I couldn't decide what I wanted to make lmao but enjoy!#ppl outside are constantly rolling 1s on perceiving me but I'm kind of doing it on purpose too

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hebimoonlightwrites · 11 months

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I'm doing good, it was rainy today! The sun is always melting me so it was a relief (＃°Д°) And whoa, a necklace with a guaraná charm? That looks cool! Oh, there's a soda with guaraná here, it's my favorite, you should try someday(Dunno if u did before X'D) I remember when I was taking an English course and my teacher made us do a little play about the legend of guaraná, it was part of our cultural fair... And one of my friends was a tree 🤡

May I request the Seven Minutes in Heaven prompt? I think its... Interesting, hehe!(Never played anything like that before though, but like it anyway) With some Hypmic characters, Jyushi, Ichiro and Kuko and a fem! MC who has a huge crush on them?Oh! A necklace!? That's cool! You should try the Guaraná soda(Dunno if u tried it before X'D) called Guaraná Antártica, it's my favorite! I remember when I was taking an English course and the teacher made us do a little play about the legend of Guaraná, one of my friends was a tree 🤡

Also... About the requests ≧ ﹏ ≦

May I request the Seven Minutes in Heaven prompt? I think its... Interesting, hehe!(Never played anything like that before though, but like it anyway) with Kuko Harai and a fem!mc who has a huge crush on him?(maybe he already knew it?) aaaand... If you want, u can do a little NSFW with it? Dunno, I don't mind ≧ ﹏ ≦

Writer's corner: Yes, dear!! I bought a necklace with Guaranà charms!! It looks so cute, I think I'm going to show you!!♥ Also, of course you may, dear! And thank you for requesting something about Kuko- (I'm a simp for this stinky monk qwq-) and of course I can do it a little NSFW! XD♥ I can't wait----- *cough cough* By the way, dear, feel free to tell me if there's anything you want me to change or fix for you!♥ Enjoy and have a fantastic summer~!

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

Words: 1185

Warnings: Slightly NSFW

☀️𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲☀️

🤭: 7 minutes in heaven (Slightly NSFW)

It was very unusual to see Kuko Harai, the heir of the Buddhist Temple of Nagoya in a crowded party, especially surrounded by Visual Kei musicians and singers, just like Jyushi! I mean.. The "crybaby" was already Kuko's friend, but it had been a surprise even for Jyushi himself as he opened the door of his house and saw Kuko standing there, his usual yellow piercing eyes looking straight and his hands into the pockets of his bomber jacket.

It had been a surprise even to mc, who didn't really expect Kuko to actually join the party, since she knew that the monk didn't really like crowded places. The red-haired monk smiled smugly, showing his teeth and then entered the house, looking around as if he was looking for someone in the crowd. Of course mc, who had realized she had a crush on that unusual monk, couldn't help but kept her sparkling eyes pointed on his figure, as Kuko took some confident steps, entering the living room. The place was filled with Jyushi's bandmates and some other friends of his. Everyone looked kind of unique, with dyed long hair or black make-up on their eyelids and lips. It was evident they all had some interests in common with Jyushi, in short. Everyone looked the same... except for mc. In fact it wasn't difficult for Kuko to notice her among all those people. His smile seemed to become wider as his yellow eyes met hers. She gasped- a gasp which ended up being not heard due to the loud music. Her small and soft hand was holding a glass of soda and Kuko couldn't help but chuckle softly and silently. That was something he loved about mc: the fact that she preferred to drink soda to alcohol. His heart melted each time he met her innocent and big eyes, but he didn't let her notice what he was feeling inside in reality.

"Oi, mc!!.. I didn't know I would find you here! Hehe!", he got closer just to take a glass of coca-cola and smirked as he noticed her cheeks getting redder at the sight of him being that close. Mc breathed and tried not to show him that she was embarrassed and that her heart was slowly starting to beat faster. She chuckled and smiled, keeping the eye-contact and answering: "yeah, I wasn't expecting you to come either!.. Weren't you the one who hated crowded spaces?", mc teased him chuckling before drinking some more soda. Kuko let out an amused and scratchy chuckle, holding a glass of coca-cola, before letting his piercing and yellow eyes going up and down on mc's figure: she looked gorgeous and he couldn't really deny it at all. After a few seconds- that seemed to be an eternity- Kuko decided to tease mc back:

"Yeah, that's me. I hate crowded places.. but not when you're around, y'know?..", he let out another scratchy chuckle before winking and coming back to drink some coca-cola. Mc opened her eyes surprised and her cheeks got all red. She didn't manage to speak back that suddenly one of Jyushi's bandmate talked: "Guys!! Why don't we try one of those party games Americans usually do?". Someone suggested a game you had already heard about. It was called "7 Minutes in Heaven" and it consisted in spending 7 minutes in a closet (or into a room) alone with another person. You heard some of the other people at the party starting to suggest: "We should close Kuko with someone...". Someone started laughing and the red-haired monk couldn't help but look at the others with a piercing but confused expression. It was evident he didn't know the rules of the game at all. Although he didn't know, Kuko joined the game anyway. Everyone started deciding about the couple to send into the next-door room. Soon mc and Kuko got closed into that room all alone. Jyushi had suggested to close him with mc because she was the only girl he knew at the party. The V-kei singer was sure it would have been less embarrassing; too bad mc was already starting to feel weak and flustered at the fact of being alone with the monk. Kuko kept cussing towards Jyushi from the other side of the door, until he sighed and turned around to face mc.

"Well... What do we have to do for 7 minutes in here?..", he asked softly. Mc stuttered: "W-We can.. we can do whatever w-we want..", after that she explained him the rules nobody had explained him yet and he nodded, sighing: "Damn.. this game sucks!" At those words he chuckled and smirked at mc. They both were sitting on a bed, mc kept her eyes down until Kuko let out another scratched chuckle and lifted her face with a finger under her chin: "Oi.. Look at me..", his voice became lower somehow and it made mc shiver slightly; his scratched voice had always made her feel something strange, but lowered-down it sounded even more charming. Mc looked up at him and saw an unusual light into his eyes. In a blink of an eye his lips were pressed on hers and his hand was holding the back of her head, pulling her closer. Mc gasped in the kiss. It was certaintly something she was expecting to happen. And time seemed to go so fast as mc realized that he was lying on the top of her body, his lips still pressing with more passion against hers and his hands pressing her against the mattress. Mc's eyes opened wide as Kuko pulled away only to look at her eyes. He let out a schatched but low chuckle at the sight of her surprised red cheeks. He caressed her face and whispered:

"You're so cute.... I know you like me, mc...", he whispered and she could only open her eyes even wider, feeling her heart skipping a beat at the realization. "Y-you... you knew...?", she whispered softly, his lips still close, barely touching hers. He chuckled and brought his lips on her neck, gently but confidently biting it. Mc gasped softly in response, her heart beating like crazy and her mind panicking. What if the others saw them? Was it wrong that she felt like wanting more? Why did it feel so wrong but right at the same time? Just... Why? Her neck started sweetly burning due to all those marks Kuko was playfully leaving on her. But she didn't stop him at all. Each time he pulled away slightly only to look at her sparkling eyes.. each time he met her innocent eyes, he couldn't help but felt his heart melting in all that warmth he was able to feel only with her. He kept leaving small and sweet bites on her neck, drawing a path down to her collarbone. That's when one of his hand started sliding under mc's skirt, massaging her thigh:

"..Damn.. your warm and soft skin is able to drive crazy even an humble monk like me... Hehe! You should get aware of your beauty.. You're... simply perfect..."

#hebi summer event #hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic drabble #hypnosis mic headcanons #hypnosis mic bad ass temple #bad ass temple #hypnosis mic kuko #hypmic drabbles #hypmic bad ass temple #kuko harai #harai kuko

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Broken Faith

Rating: Teen

Fandom: Mass Effect

Character: Thane Krios

Summary: In which we follow a young assassin on one of his assignments.

Warnings: Contains themes of religious/cultural suppression, though not gone to in-depth.

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The rain never stops- but that doesn't mean the sun never shines. Blade-thin rays pierced the clouds, leaving the domed city awash with glittering light.

The wind filtering through was light and cool, but each breath still felt heavy in Thane’s chest as he hauled himself up some scaffolding. It seemed everywhere was under construction nowadays. The hanar had long been an insular people, but the last few decades had seen an influx of trade and tourism, even immigration - salarians, mostly, but here and there were the bulky forms of krogan, ocean-hued asari, even the strange faces of humanity, bare of any sort of scale or shell. And, he supposed, newcomers aside- there were always repairs, the incessant storms were always damaging the drell cities and homes. Always a struggle to keep the sea at bay - many simply gave up trying, in the end.

Another breath, shallow and unfulfilling.

'You must focus.’ Even in the sunlight, even only as memory, his handler's reprimand flashed bright enough in Thane’s eyes to give him pause. Memory or not, it was right- he was wasting time. Thoughts on Kajhe’s visitors didn’t matter, nor its work, nor any residents save one drell. He closed his eyes, recalling the face, where to go.

“Lord of Hunters, be with me. Grant me your sight, so my quarry may not slip by.” His prayers were still clumsy, uneasy things- but it did the trick. His thoughts slowed, sank back into the dark as only the task remained. His movements grew fluid, automatically darting through construction zones abandoned for the evening and over the close-crowded rooftops, through to the heart of the city.

Drell tended to cluster close, every building crowding up against the other- indeed, most were linked, small throughways and doors allowing access between a school to a shop to an arcade; much like those said to have been cut into Rakhana’s cliff-

“You must not have heard me the first time.” The ethereal voice at odds with the lightning-bright flares that burn his eyes, the searing, tight pressure around his wrist-

Useless information.

Such was the nature of memory that refused to let even the smallest scrap go. He pushed the rest aside as best as possible as he scanned the buildings before him, rubbing his aching wrist until- there. The graceful sea-glass studded walls of the temple, where all paths met.

His target wasn’t difficult to find, even at the distance he kept. She was broad and glowing bronze in the faint late-evening sun, the delicate skin of her hood gleaming like gold. It was rare that Thane’s handler set a target personally, but this priest had drawn ire from the Primacy for some time now. To not recognize the Enkindlers was one thing- unfortunate, but understandable. To reject them, to say they had no place at all- well, that was another matter. It risked societal instability, and every polite inquiry had been met with venom. Some even raised concerns she was intentionally stirring hostility, now. Best to put an end to it now, before it could bring harm to many.

Thane blinked, reaching for the packet of thorns tucked in his jacket. A frequent tool for jobs on Kahje, long spines from a common plant coated in a toxin that mimicked a frequent- often fatal- illness. No prolonged suffering, no trauma to unsuspecting civilians like a shot through the head, no messy inquiries. He opened the pack, focusing his biotics so one sliver hovered over his hands - his handler assured him time and again, it was only a risk upon entering the bloodstream, but he had no desire to test that. Besides that: it was best to do this kind of hit at a distance. He was no longer a solid-hued child, close enough to dozens others that there could be any hesitation to his identity; any mistake- any glimpse, any witness could identify his emerging patterns in a heartbeat, now.

‘Grant that my hand be steady, my aim be true.’ A silent prayer accompanying by a flick of the fingers, propelling the thorn ahead faster than a bullet as the priest passed by a clump of greenery. A pause, a cry of pain affirming he'd struck true. No reason to linger.

Thane turned away.

A few hours and she would feel uneasy, a few days...

She will be wrapped in sea fronds, hanar singing like the tiny bells sounding in this temple as the hour changed, beseeching the flame of her life, meager as it was, be kindled anew. But she is a priest, a rallying point among the community, no doubt there will be many drell.

They will linger after the hanar leave, jewel and sand and stone clustered together by the seashore. There are no speeches- no chants or long invokations for the deceased, those are things to be shared in the home, memory to be afixed and passed to those who could not be here.

No words like the hanar give, but oh, how they sing. Delicate trills and chirrups weaving melody through the steady keening of others, and a few who sing words he still has yet to find the meaning of. He thinks they sing of the sea, the one thread of belief they and their saviors have in common - that all life, eventually, returns to the waves.

He shakes the thoughts away, before memory of his handler can. He retreats… somewhere, slinking into an alleyway to collect his thoughts. Perhaps to thank Amonkira for a successful hunt, to breathe-

He doubles over, feeling something like knife between his lungs as he breathes in, all thought gone as he struggles for even a shallow sip of air. It passes, and with it, any thoughts but returning home. The gods have no place here. Best not to get distracted.

#my writing #mass effect #mass effect fanfiction #thane krios #This was half a worldbuilding exercise but also I've wanted to flesh out some specific events for Thane's history so here we are #yes I know the tense is kinda broken I Made Mistakes and stand by them xD

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