#its just together they all just sorta blur together for me

[our-lesboy-experience]

hiii!!! so uh, this is sorta about 'contradicting' (?) identities in general, but i only recently found out about, like, lesboys and gaygirls and all of that, but what is it exactly? like how does it work? or is that weird to ask? i'm trying figuring myself out but a lot of stuff i've seen doesn't exactly... explain it (or explain it well), and while i guess i do get why, it's just kinda hard to understand it myself for my own identity

also, probably a question you get a lot in a hating way, but isn't the definition of lesbian nonman loving nonman? so then how does lesboy work? like is it for people with more complicated gender identites, like fluctuating genders and bigender? just genuinly confused, my apologies...

sorry for not getting to this sooner- been busier lately and didn't have the time to collect everything I needed to respond!

About what it exactly means to be a lesboy or a gaygirl ('turigirl' is the more common term, 'turi' meaning turian, another word for gay attraction to men. so I'll be referring to it as that from now on), there isn't exactly....one right way to call yourself such. it really depends on the person, but I can give you a basic definition and a list of common reasons someone may call themselves such

im gonna put a read more because this ended up being super long so sorry

lesboy is a term for any lesbian who may have a connection to manhood and/or masculinity. turigirl is just the opposite of that, a gay person (mlm/nblm) who may have a connection to womanhood and/or femininity. common reasons I've seen are:

being multigender or genderfluid

being cusper/in between trans and cis gnc (in between trans man and cis gnc woman, in between trans woman and cis gnc man)

being a system who uses lesboy/turigirl as a collective identity or when identities blur together

a person who uses man/boy or woman/girl as a means of masculine or feminine gender expression but not actually identifying as such

being a trans man/ftm or a trans woman/mtf who still identifies as lesbian or gay for personal reasons

those are far from all the reasons, everyone has their own unique experiences, but the gist is these people may have some sort of connection to manhood/womanhood while still having a queer attraction. personally, I'm multigender, genderfluid, and transmasc. lesboy I find is a nice label to express being both my bigender self and being a lesbian, as it forces people to acknowledge both without separating the two. it's cute and makes me feel validated!

as for "nonman attracted to nonmen" definition of lesbian......it has its issues. it's received criticism all around from all sorts of lesbians in the community. this definition is very new - it emerged only in the recent years, and someone on twitter had date searched it and found it didn't even really exist before 2019. and having that as the one and only official definition that every lesbian has to abide by, when lesbian is a centuries old word with so much history behind it, is a bit ignorant. people who are multiple genders or ftm or bi being lesbian is not even remotely new, going back decades upon decades, and it never stopped existing too. It's a bit weird to have a whole new definition that doesn't include all sorts of lesbians that have been here for so long and just tell them they're not welcomed anymore, right?

that's not even close to the only issue there is with it. it's been disliked for centering lack of attraction to men, or defining lesbian in relation to men, rather than who we're actually attracted to. putting nonbinary people in a new binary of either being "men or nonmen," which not all feel comfortable putting themselves into. especially when considering a definition of gay being "nonwomen attracted to nonwomen," man-woman bigender people are simultaneously excluded from being both lesbian or gay. It inherently overlaps with mspec identity ("attraction to nonmen, which is more than one gender" and "any orientation that involves attraction to more than one gender" kinda obviously overlap), despite people insisting that a lesbian can never be mspec. people have found multiple loopholes in it, (which I can elaborate on if someone wants me to, for the sake of trying to make this as short as possible), and lastly, and term "nonman" (and nonwoman) were found to have existed before to describe the degendering of black people in society. this isn't the only source I've seen for this, but sadly I can't exactly find it (or find it without going back to that hellsite called twitter and I'm not doing that to myself)

oh and as the link points out, defining lesbian by these words also ends up excluding a lot of two-spirit people from ever identifying as lesbian, myself included. which is also really racist. I don't know how you're gonna end up excluding a whole cultural gender that's common for indigenous americans to describe themselves with and try to prove it somehow isn't racist, to be honest

and lastly, some surveys/polls have shown that the definition isn't the most widely accepted by lesbians as people make it out to be. there's this simple poll that someone posted asking how lesbians felt about the definition that received 1,529 responses, and 61.1% of voters said they disliked it. comments gave lots of reasons I've stated already. there was another survey put out that received 211 responses that for any lesbian who had a genderqueer or unique relationship with gender, and one of the questions asking opinions on the "nonmen loving nonmen" as a definition. the average among the group was slightly negative (average 2.838), and reported that the group who tended to feel the most positively about it didn't consider themselves to be trans, with the other positive leaning group considered themselves to be somewhat cis. the group that felt the most negatively sometimes considered themselves to be trans. and of the multigender participants, the average opinion was 2.255 (more negative than the overall average). When concluding, the original poster stated, "When divided by gender, the only groups to feel positive about this definition were "not trans" and "somewhat cis" participants. Multigender participants felt especially negative about this definition"

all of this shows that this definition isn't nearly the best for everyone who considers themselves a lesbian. I know it's been a way to include nonbinary people who are lesbian in it's definition, but I think it really misunderstands why nonbinary people are included in lesbianism in the first place, and just assumes that all nonbinary people aren't men and fails to recognize that multigender/genderfluid people are nonbinary too. and it's not like lesbian has to only have on definition- it can definitely have multiple and depend on each person's experience with it. if someone personally defines them being lesbian around being a nonman attracted to nonmen, and takes pride in not being attracted to men, that's totally fine. what becomes a problem is forcing all lesbians to define themselves like this and make it the standard, or else they're "not real lesbians." it is ahistorical and ignorant to require this or else you'll strip them of their lesbian status, and is really at the end of the day, lesbophobic. especially as a requirement that primarily exists in online spaces. im sure the lesbian who is not at all connected to these circles doesn't particularly care about strict requirements or whether someone is a "nonman" or not. in conclusion, it is not the best nor most accepted definition of lesbian, and deciding which lesbians are valid or not based solely on that definition is pretty exclusionary and ends up policing a lot of lesbians, myself included

#lesboy #turigirl #lesbian #gay #multigender #genderfluid #mspec lesbian #asks #tw exclusionism #tw queerphobia #lesbophobia #I can definitely elaborate on some points if asked #I do have some thoughts I've never shared before

[tea-cat-arts]

Me: "ok, wait till it's in game and you have context to react. The storytelling may support the design"

Also me: "THEY FUCKING ELYSIA-IFIED SEELE!!!"

#honkai impact #I'm really not a fan of the new design direction in honkai #its not because of the individual designs #most of them are fine in a vacuum #its just together they all just sorta blur together for me #and its especially noticeable given how fantastic most of the star rail designs have been #ive been watching witch from mercury recently and it really made me realize just how much i dont like mihoyos art style #for characters at least (big fan of their environments) #the characters in witch from mercury all wear pretty similar clothes (uniforms mostly) #but they all look SO distinct because they go so ham on the body shape and hair and eyes and face shape and everything else #every mihoyo lady just seems to be some pretty lady with long flowing hair and like- #its not objectively bad. I just find it boring #i just want more variety ✊️😔 #honkai leaks

[pizzapizzadickz]

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#given up #diary #personal #i think i wasnt built to have friends. i just. never understood it. #relationship of any kind are so hard for me? #they all sorta blur together. i don't get them. #if i have them ill try so hard to maintain them and im tired of that tbh. #its exhausting. i think thats why ive on making friends #mn. maybe i have social anxiety or something idk. either way. i just know being around ppl is exhausting. #trying to be one way or another. trying to act perfect. who knows if its trauma or something else. #in the end. all i wanna do is not deal with it. #i like friendships that are distant but close. i like playing video games with ppl. talking over the internet. #but seeing ppl is hard. bc i have to leave my house. and that. that is so hard. #i cant wait till winter. the only season i can rly tollerate or even enjoy. #summer... is honestly hell. for the last 2 years i just dont even go out in it. #yknow. everything is so noisy. everything is always too much. im so tired. #i just. want it to be quiet. just for a while. i really wish i could exist in silence. #haaah. i wish i lived alone. i could do things without hearing the sounds of others. #yknow. i can push through everything. i always could. always do. but. things are so much more worse that way. #mn. im tired of pushing through everything. forcing myself to do so. #haha. its like highschool all over again. forcing myself to do the work. so exhausted always. #highschool was hell but not for what you think #mn. i wish my life was so different. but it wont be. and theres nothing i can rly do about it. #im really just tired. i dont want to do anything. but i also cant sit still. what a living contradiction. mn. #...i hope someday soon i can do the things i want again. without just. giving up.

[erikatsu]

slutty old man welt 🧐 😋 monch 😋

tw: fem!reader. [n]sfw. age gap (cuz welt's like 80 lmao). mention of masturbation (m). oral (m!receiving). reader refers to welt as "mr. yang". pussy job (sorta). clothed sex. creampie. a bit rushed but oh well. maybe a bit ooc but i tried my best :,)

note: i went from idc for welt to okay im simping for welt LMAO. i love slutty old guys sue me. also lala im so sorry, i got carried away

welt yang often thought himself to be an ethical man. he'd been taught responsibility from a young age, always tried to do the right thing. at least he did until he met you. you'd caught his eye, but he knew better than to get involved with someone so young. however, the more he got to know you, the more he couldn't help himself.

it started out as looking at you for a little too long, knowing that he shouldn't. it's wrong the way his eyes linger as he watches you walk away, and you don't even realize you have his complete and undivided attention with your back turned to him. he knew that it wasn't okay, that he was old enough to be your grandfather even if physically he looked old enough to be your dad.

he didn't know when the lines began to blur– his inappropriate attraction to you turning into something much more than that– and he didn't know if it would ever go away. then again, welt wasn't even sure that he wanted it to. there was no harm in having a crush, especially if he didn't act on it. but, that was just wishful thinking– something he told him himself to rationalize his thoughts and feelings.

unfortunately for him, it got worse as time went on and those thoughts he tried to keep at bay were crossing his mind more often. and eventually, he stopped trying to hold them back all together. he stopped feeling guilty for thinking them too. so long as he wasn't trying to pursue you, he could maintain his integrity. even if at times he had to leave the room due to this. it's not as if it were entirely his fault. after all, welt had the power of his imagination.

every time you paraded around in shorts, he couldn't help but try to picture what you had on underneath them– was it lace, or silk, or perhaps nothing at all? he couldn't help himself when he'd see you had a sucker in your mouth, imagining what it would be like if it was your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock instead. that imagination always led him to where he is right now, sitting at his desk in his room with his head tilted back as he fisted his cock to the thought of you.

it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for him. although, you walking in on him just as your name almost fell from his lips was. a gasp fell from your mouth, one that would sound even prettier if he was the reason behind it, and he tried to react quick enough so you couldn't see what he was doing. but, it was too late.

you could see the embarrassment painting his cheeks a bright pink, and instead of turning around like you should have, you stayed. it surprised him when you asked, "mr. yang... do you need some help?"

of all the scenarios he imagined, this certainly was not one of them.

he cleared his throat, about to shake his head. not that he didn't want it, because he did. he did and the thought of it becoming a reality had him throbbing. but what kind of man would he be if he took advantage of your kindness? if he crossed that fine line? words, however, seemed to fail him when he went to speak.

its not as if you were being kind. you had also taken an interest in him– maybe not to the extent he did– and the curiosity and excitement were definitely there. you weren't quite sure what exactly it was about him, but he'd drawn you in without even trying. and the way he hesitated to answer told you what you already knew. he was interested, but he had his morals.

it wasn't until you approached and knelt in front of him that he let them all fly out the window. your hand replaced his, gentle yet firm. he let out a shaky breath, eyes closing before you took him in your mouth. he couldn't help the noise that escaped him, one of the scenarios he imagined finally playing out in real life.

it was ten times better than what went through his head.

he could tell you were enjoying how much of a mess he became so easily– purposely taking your time going down before coming up and teasingly snaking your tongue along his pink tip. you couldn't help but wonder just how long it had been since the last time a woman had touched him like this, seeing how he was already so close to the edge. possibly years, you figured as your free hand came up to cup his balls, giving them a light squeeze. perhaps even longer, you concluded upon hearing the groan that escaped him.

you pulled away, leaving your hand where it was, still toying with him as you looked up at him, "mr. yang, just how long has it been since someone properly took care of you?"

too long, he wanted to say. but his mind was overran by all the sensations he was feeling due to you. luckily, you were sharp and your assumptions were correct. you hummed to yourself before standing, his eyes flying open once your touch was gone. imagine his surprise when he saw you sliding out of those cotton shorts you always loved to wear.

he couldn't believe how one person left him utterly speechless, unable to process what was about to happen as you sat in his lap. he watched as your eyes left his, briefly glancing down to his lips. almost as if you were hesitant to make another move. although he couldn't muster the courage to speak, he could certainly pull you closer and press his lips against yours with ease.

his hands flew down to your hips, rocking you against his length. you whimpered against his mouth, already aching for him. you definitely didn't need the warm up– his reactions alone were enough to get you going– yet you allowed yourself to enjoy it for the moment. the two of you crossed a line there was no coming back from, and the possibility of this being the only time had the both of you engrossed in the other. trying to memorize the way you two fit together as if you were puzzle pieces.

the thought of this being the only time flipped some kind of switch in his mind, his hands moving to your thighs before standing up and taking you with him. he took just a couple of steps before lying you down on his bed, eagerly slipping out of his before hovering over top of you. his eyes searched yours for any sign of apprehension or nervousness. but he found none. a simple nod of your head was all it took to have him pushing one of your legs back and lining himself up with your entrance.

as he sank into you, he once again caught you by the mouth. you whined as he slowly stretched you out, trying to keep quiet so you didn't catch the unwanted attention of the others. the express had thin walls, and everyone throughout the hall would hear you if they were in their rooms.

"let it out," he muttered, rolling his hips with a slow steady rhythm, allowing you to adjust to him. "dont get shy now."

it didn't seem to be an option, using that moment to fully bottom out inside you. your back arched and a choked noise left your mouth. he did this a few times– keeping his thrusts short yet deep– picking up his pace until your whines and whimpers turned into moans. you could feel your toes curl as the tip of his cock lightly kissed that sweet spot, finally crying out, "mr. yang. r-right there."

he thought the two of you were now well past formalities, but he couldn't help but groan that escaped him at your use of "mr. yang". it had him rutting quicker, and with a bit more force. you were panting, clinging to him while squeezed your eyes shut. his hips were moving at an alarming rate as you dug your fingers into his skin, clenching around him as you cried out. a knot quickly built up in your stomach, releasing just as quickly as it came.

cursed left his mouth as you tightened around him, excited moans leaving you and a euphoric sensation sweeping over your body leaving you a shaking mess underneath him. he hadn't even heard his warning that he was going to cum too, but you didn't seem phased when he pushed into you with one final thrust.

you tried to catch your breath, staring up at him through your lashes. he was still hard, cock twitching inside you as he also tried to cool down. you briefly bit down on your lip, unable to stop yourself from asking, "are you up for another round, mr. yang?"

TAGS: @dottores @dxlucs @mxnjiros @suyacho

#honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #welt x reader #welt yang x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you

[itspronouncedfeckyou]

okay. 583 explanation post [again]

ahem. taps microphone

file-583 [stylized as FILE-583] is a [currently work in progress] webcomic!

it follows the lives of Ethan "Feck" Yaker and Coco and Mono Fields.

^these guys. Feck just dropped out of college, Coco works at a family business and makes bouquets for people, and Mono is the mayor of the small town that the story resides in! What a lovely group of friends :3

Coco and Mono have been friends with Feck for quite a while, so seeing him back grows concerning because they're worried that something bad happened while he was away in college, and they worry he's going to slip into his agoraphobic tendencies of his past. So they're sorta keeping a close eye on him, Coco especially.

And Mono sorta starts to notice this and is like "hey you've been spending an awful long time with my wife. suspicious?" nd Feck's like "pshh its not like she's cheating on you. You're just jealous 'cause I'm so awesome."

So Mono's like "oh shit. what if he's right and she's cheating on me with my best friend. fucked up" so he goes home and Coco and Mono get into this fight and he's like "you're totally cheating on me! what the fuck!" and kills her. Womp womp! Anyway, like immediately after he's like "shit oh god wiat no i didnt mean to do that oh my god oh my god what have i done"

Then, like a week later, Feck calls Mono asking if he's heard anything from Coco, 'cause she hasn't been reading Feck's texts. Mono tells him she's missing, doesn't elaborate on anything, then hangs up. Feck sorta just sits in silence as he processes, then gets up and gets ready for work.

Things sorta blur together for Feck as he's overcome with grief and confusion. Why did she go missing? Did she run away? Where did she go? Was it his fault? It didn't make any sense.

While this is happening, Mono is devising a plan to push the blame on someone else. If people found out, he'd lose his position as mayor, nobody would ever trust him again, yada yada. Then Mono has an idea, mostly out of the blue.

He can blame Feck. Tell everyone that Feck did it. He's always been a violent kid; it just makes sense.

So that's what he does. He calls off the search party for Coco, declare her dead, and suspects for her murder are being interrogated.

SOMEHOW, Feck is proven guilty. But they can't send him to.. prison because he's haaunnnteeedddd by Coco. Crazy! But why him? Why must she haunt him and not Mono? Strange.

So they send him to a hospital where we [technically] meet 3 doctors! Moth, Mr/Dr. E, and Sparks <- all very important

Moth mainly focuses in mental health, Mr. E has a degree in basically everything but focuses in medicine and physical checkups, and Sparks is... Electrical.

Anyway, Sparks is Feck's main doctor giving him the good ol' electroshock treatment to get that damn ghost out of his head! Uhm.

"Hey doc this isn't working. and also I'm innocnet" <- Feck to Sparks at every instance aever.

Sparks starts to actually LISTEN to that boy and is like "shit maybe he's right. Hey Moth I think this guy's innocent we should. stop"

Moth agrees, but for some reason won't let Feck out, so Sparks starts sneaking Feck out in secret and actually learns a thing or two about him. He grows more and more keen on the idea that Feck is innocent, and will die trying to prove it.

Word gets around that Sparks is sneaking Feck out, so, in an effort to put the both of them back in their place, Mono just. pulls up. and is like "hey :) Why dontcha... show me the usual procedure for Feck? Y'know his treatment n all :)"

Sparks freaks out, and overlooks a very important detail [mouth guard], which causes Feck to bite his tongue off and the treatment has to be called off. Mono shrugs it off, but is also panicking internally. He leaves. Feck is taken to Mr. E. And Sparks is alone, feeling like shit.

Feck's trust in Sparks has diminished to nearly nothing after that, and he can barely be in the same room as him before he tries to get violent. So Moth has to step in.

Mind you, Moth has been avoiding Feck like the plague, so him stepping in is... very awkward, to say the least. Anyway, they get to talking [to the best of Feck's abilities], and they seem to mesh well together! What good chemistry these two have!

Anyhow, very big angst scene between Feck and Coco that causes Feck to realize that he can't die yet, and he must keep living for Coco. So he devises a plan to escape the hopital . somehow does nd then the series ends! yaaayyy

JUST FUCKING KIDDING

SPARKS IS OUT HERE FOR SOME REASON!!!!!

And he's like "hey what the fuck. hey. HEY. GET BACK HERE" and then they beat the shit out of each other with their bare hands on a cliff. Very dramatic, rainy. whadever. im getting really tired ive been writing this post for like an hour.

Anyway, so like Feck and Sparks beat the shit out of each other and Sparks is getting the upper hand [considering that he's nearly a foot taller and also Electrical] and has Feck on the edge of the cliff. Then Feck smiles and tells Sparks that if he's going down, then Sparks is coming down with him. Feck pulls Sparks off the cliff and they both crash into the lake below them.

the end!!!!! hope you enjoyed my. ramblings

im so tired.

#ipfy dot txt #long post #583 explanation post #hhuhghg........ #i'll probably.... revise it......... nd fix stuff. #but this is the most up to date.. plan. for volume 1 #YES .ther are multiplevolumes #huhuhghhggg. #..throws up #i'll reblog tshi in themorning

[itgirlgyu]

TXT AND HOW THEY GET HAUNTED !

choi yeonjun !

he actually sorta got a crush

like he saw the woman walking around the lonesome, dark roads with her hair flowing behind her every night he got out of his part time job

man's sure to get curious about the mysterious beauty that entrances him

like yeah he doesnt wanna tap that yet but maybe the curiosity to see how she looks was much greater

so by the third week he's like okay imma approach her

but not be a creep so he takes advice from his friend taehyun

who is equally bitchless but at least he knows about the etiquettes and all the things gentleman are supposed to do

he knows that taehyun knows he saw him reading a book about it

and he also got an older sister

taehyun HAS to know

but taehyun is like, bro u gotta approach her when there's people around you cannot approach alone that's creepy

and yeonjun is like, my man u rite but i only see her at 3 am

and beomgyu pitches his head in, oh that sounds like content, can I come?

so they both kick beomgyu out of the table and huddle up together hatching plans to respectfully hit her up

and they reach the conclusion and go like, excuse me, like yeah that sounds plausible

so yeonjun patiently waits for the night to come, counting the hours to 3 am

and when he's out of work he looks around to get a glimpse of her, sadness already starting to surround the expanse of his chest until saw the similar flowy hair of the woman

she was like a mermaid without the water, her hair moved as if it had a life had its own, bewitching yeonjun more and more as he looked on

until he had followed her to a dead end and the woman finally stopped, turning around to face him for the first time

she was goregous from what he could make out of her face in the moonlight hidden in the canopy of glum clouds

'wow' he muttered, truly fascinated by the alluring woman, she could only let out a slight laughter, cocking her head to the side.

'my my aren't you a dumb kid'

this wasn't the first time he had heard someone say but before she could react he had started to walk closer, the bells in her anklet finally echoing into his head

forcing him to look down and see her feet which were turned

'biTCH WHAT THE FUCK'

yeonjun yelled when the realization dawned upon him

he wanted scream and run away but he knew if he had done that, the witch was gonna catch up to him and probably suck all the life source and semen out of of it

so he turned back quickly and shoved the witch into the wall and held her hair in his hand

'BITCH GET THE FUCK AWAY OT I'LL RIP OUT OF HAIR'

man used his hands to get a nail cutter of his pocket

'DONT TRY ME'

the witch let out a banshee like scream before disappearing out of his grasp

and then he ran to a shaman

boy sprinted

bc he was the only who could afford it

like with installments

the few people started saying story that they saw a blur though their windows that night for few good weeks

the worst outcome out of it was that he might get bad luck for at least a a year in his love life bc of his lil crush on the witch

man's just hurt and dejected

he got himself brushed off the negative energies and changed his shifts tho

now beomgyu is after his ass to get an exclusive interview from him about his experience

and he might be more persistent than the bad luck on his love life

choi soobin !

he is roped in by his not so good friend, beomgyu by joining him in the summoning of the age old spirit of a haunted school

at first he pretended not to hear beomgyu screeching his name from the other side of the road bc he had already blocked his number when he even mentioned the word haunted.

but he knows beomgyu, he's like a sticky gum stuck under your shoe's sole that will not fall off unless you scrub it through a barbed surface

but since he can't do that without catching a felony charge, he ignores

but beomgyu is a force to be reckoned with and he has cash

which he offers soobin and he agrees

as taehyun says, capitalism is the true horror of this world

so he goes there and beomgyu has set up his camera

and he's got his capitalistic smile on like, 'yes beloved viewers we here in your most requested school of all time'

'this is my good friend soobin he shall be my accomplice tonight'

soobin should have sensed that something would have gone wrong by the time beomgyu had linked his name with his one

but money kept his mouth shut

'the only school you wanna visit amirite'

so soobin and beomgyu both sat facing each other in the creepy atmosphere of the darkened class room that looked like it had better days

soobin wasn't really scared

he believes in them ofc but he knows they cannot be awaken by two men doing a shit show in the middle of the ni-

he could swear to his lord that he saw some bench move on its own

he told beomgyu to look and the mf was like brushing it off with his hand

'nah its just some minor ghost trying to stop nothing new nothing new'

soobin is just looking at him like beomgyu grew three head with his eyeballs about to pop

he knew it was a bad idea to tangle yourself with occult

it was even worse to get yourself mixed up with beomgyu

he really should have listened to his mother

'if the big boss spirit is here pls appear'

and the chairs moved again with time scratches on the board

soobin felt his heart on his tongue but beomgyu still continued as if nothing had happened

'YOU DIPSJIT LOOK BEHIND U'

soobin screamed, ofc adorning with much more insults but beomgyu had muted that in the post production

'we never look back during these things bro'

'BRO WE ARE GONNA DIE'

beomgyu only looked at the night vision camera and mouthed, 'rookie'

by the time whatever they had invited had lurked even closure further causing to soobin to flail like a headless chicken, trying his best to get his hands out of beomgyu's one but man's had a death grip on the older one

'if the big boss is here pls enter my friends body I have got my some-'

but before beomgyu could finish

soobin had his hands out and balled in a fist lurching at beomgyus face then he passed out on the floor immediately

the video still went up, hit platinum and got beomgyu the paranormal investigator award and the most popular influencer that year

soobin also got his fame after his clip of him punching beomgyu and passing out went viral

beomgyu even visited soobin in the hospital

and a sequel was shot outside the hospital morgue with soobin in a wheelchair clutching a Bible.

choi beomgyu !

honestly is it even a surprise that man probably was asking for it

was going through a street with bad reputation and his bitch ass went

'guys do u dare me to go inside?'

'oh em gee guys I can't believe you're making me go there'

'haha staph it'

he looks behind and all his friends are like gone

decides to record the show in his phone

comes into the haunted house to show off his balls of steel

"clANK CLANK BITCHES COME HERE pOSESS ME"

laughs maniacally

all the big momma ghosts clutching onto their baby ghosts while he's having his rampage in the middle of the debris of what once used to be an extravagant living room

with his audacity, he should have had his head snapped in a few seconds of him opening his mouth

but thankfully he lasted long enough to bear through all the furnitures shaking violently to expel him from the vicinity

but he only got content for his little video which he was gonna get famous from

his thought process, not mine

the sun had already set, all the ghosts already tired of him running around the house shooting every corner while insulting them and their ancestors

the last trump card was the illusion of a woman hanging in the air with her neck broken and hair covering her face

but instead of running out, he tried to interview the poor woman about the house

ended up chasing her around the stairs to get his answer and only got his goosebumps when the woman disappeared before him

left the house unpossessed with content that got him a YouTube career

goes around haunted houses now traumatising ghosts out of their own abode

and the first house? yeah the ghosts shifted, the momma was like this is not safe for my kid and the shame was far too great for them to reside in that house

kang taehyun !

doesn't believe in shit

the only thing he believes in is capitalism

'it is the real horror of life wake up'

gets salty when his friends fall asleep when he's giving his lil ted talks about the declining humanities

now he actually got dared to go inside to go to a haunted house

it was only bc he started to talk about global warming and his friends wanted him to shut up so they used misdirection

mffer rolls his eyes walking through the door

the silence is loud, clear and judging

its taehyun who is judging ofc

hands crossed looking around unimpressed like yes as if id get possessed

spends a few minutes walking around before he gets bored and walks out unscathed

his friends are like actually surprised bc this haunted house was known to be extremely active but he only rolls his eyes at them, not telling how his shoulder had started to feel heavier after he left the house

the possessions started only 3 days after when he noticed his laundry spilled over the floor

at first he's like did my neighbours cat get in bc he clearly remembers putting them in their place

next time he sees dicks drawn on his statistic homework

porn starting at 3 am on his laptop

man gets up so fast that he breaks his back shutting his laptop down to diffuse the obscene sounds and pray to his lord till morning breaks out

no matter how much it hurts taehyun to admit that ghosts does indeed exist, he had to admit that he is being possessed by a ghost of a pervert

he would get a priest but they are unfortunately very expensive

so that's why he calls his friend huening kai, over and discusses how much taehyun is bitchless and will remain a bitchless for a long time until the ghost gets fed up and leaves him.

does a salt bath, and regularly drinks holy water to expel any negative energy from his life.

huening kai !

it was the spirit who was stuck in his apartment

so when hyuka was heard about the apartment being rented in a dirt cheap rate he was sprinting

at first the agent was like as long as I get money it's fine with me idk about someone's plates being broken at 3 am, I'll blame it on the cat in this floor

but then he saw hyuka's smile and the man's hidden conscious woke up like no he cannot subject this poor, little, summer, sweet child to a haunted apartment

man's clutching the keys while hyuka tries to pry it out of his hands while grinning so much that his lips were about to fall off

'yk i can get you better house, this house is,'

comes in close to whisper since he really isn't allowed to spill all the secrets

'not nice,'

hyuka stares at him blankly, still not pulling away

'is it cheaper than this one?'

agents pulls away and loosens his grip. guilt forever etched on his heart for letting such calamity befall on a precious human being

hyuka settles in pretty quick, the odd behaviour of the agent already out of his head

but then he starts noticing the odd things in his apartment like his bed made when he rolled out for his morning classes

or his dishes already washed

'its quite unfortunate for the youth of this new digital generation for his first guess to be spirits haunting him,'

that's what taehyun tells him when he shares his experience of the past days

'but bro its true,'

taehyun scoffs like, 'bet'

like yes taehyun has had been haunted before but he truly cannot believe all his ghost friend did was help around the house

truth be told he was salty

like his ghosts sexually harassed him meanwhile hyukas one cook him soup in the morning

the injustice of this world even go further than the living realm

truly set a bad taste in taehyuns mouth

but then he visits hyukas apartment and as his prior roommate he KNOWS

THIS MANS CANT TIDY AFTER HIMSELF

so he's like yes I believe u

and then they discuss the pros and cons of living with a ghost

like taehyun pulls out a whole board and hyuka gets the coffee the ghost has made for him

likes yes the ghost is basically his caretaker but he literally doesn't have any privacy but then again he is livinG THE LIFE

but they decide to exorcise the ghost and call for their friend beomgyu

because a shaman is expensive and priests are judgy

they find some self exorcising books online and read through them before selecting one that had the least amount of expensive ingredients

so beomgyu turns up with a packet salt, two incense and a printed talisman

'and I got a lipstick if your ghost buddy wants to leave a message

taehyun is like bro there's pen and paper

and beomgyu sulks and threaten to leave so they make do with the lipstick for the sake of aesthetic '

they start doing as the instruction stated and start to chanting to expel the spirit

now they don't know if the exorcise worked, or its the presence of beomgyu

beomgyu had accumulated quite the reputation for being a spirit repeller

the ghost had left while leaving a message on his mirror

which was the lost of things he had to take care before saying goodbye

beomgyu cried for 30 mins after seeing that calling hyuka a selfish bitch ass for kicking out such nice people

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[frosty-the-killer-doll]

what Other qprs are in the polycule Au? /nf.

yesss i was hoping someone would ask this!!

karolsen, obviously-

the way they were treated after s1 is honestly disgusting. immediately backing out of an interracial relationship just to monogamously pave the way for a new white love interest? gross as fuck! the writers admitted that they basically wrote themselves into a corner with karolsen, saying they're both too "noble" for tv-worthy relationship drama post-canonization.

which is just… sooo dumb.

they're too noble, you say? okay, make that the drama. make them repress their emotions for the sake of their relationship, make them start to resent each other because of it, make them passive-aggressive and secretive and feel like they have to walk on eggshells together. it took me less than five seconds to come up with tv-worthy karolsen drama.

but this is abt qpr karolsen, so-

i do love the "best as friends" line. because they are very, very good friends. their friendship is just that- but they're friends that get jealous, friends that have kissed, friends that have been in love. and that's never treated as a reason they can't be best friends.

none of that is inherently queerplatonic, but with them? i totally see it that way. this is a real 'what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament?' moment.

caitco

behind the scenes-wise, and pretty narratively, they're treated as having a brother-sister relationship, and i think found family is its own sort of platonic partnering? i'm not one of those people that think found family has to perfectly emulate legal family, there's nothing even remotely incestuous or otherwise morally corrupt with blurring the lines in a found family.

caitco aren't as physical as karolsen, they don't do mouth-on-mouth kisses or have sex, and i think they would rarely call one another boyfriend-girlfriend. (queerplatonic) partner or friend or best friend is what they go with

coldwave

do i really need to explain this one? they're more fire/ice-coded than canon romance snowstorm, and they're canonically partners. enough said tbh

esbehastra

i mean. ik some people think esperastra was queerbaiting, another zarlie situation, but. i am not of that opinion. spooner is canon ace and, if you pay enough attention, clearly coded as aromantic as well. i hc'ed astra as aroace since before behastra was even canon, and i always saw behrad as aroflux abrosexual. so i just made behastra queerplatonic, and then spooner came out and everything else about her was put into context and i was like well damn, qpr ot3 time<3

vibecanary

queerotic, i go more into it here:

brainia

a wavership, more info here:

i hc charlie, the zaris and mick as very arospec and as dating exclusively queerplatonically, so, all their canon relationships and the fanon ones i enjoy are in a qpr sorta way, including zarlie, steelhacker, canarywave, mixen, canaryshifter, canaryhacker, so on and so forth

there's most definitely more in the au i'm forgetting, i love queering the platonic as i see fit, but that's all i can think of rn :3 thank u for de ask ‼️

#frosty answers #arrowverse asks #arrowverse polycule au #karolsen #caitco #coldwave #esbehastra #vibecanary #brainia #arrowverse #supergirl #supergirl cw #cw supergirl #the flash #the flash cw #cw the flash #legends of tomorrow #dc's legends of tomorrow #im not tagging all that.

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

Sunshine of The Woods: Chapter 4, Getting To Know Each Other

Mikey's life was weird.

That's practically a given at this point. He and his brothers were mutant turtles that live in the sewers.

They were created to be weapons for a war against humankind by a warrior alchemist using the DNA of famed action star Lou Jitsu.

They were…sorta mostly trained in the art of ninjutsu and all four of them sans Donnie use mystic weapons. They fight mutants, yokai, an evil cult hellbent on world domination, hell they even fought an entire suit of evil armor and sent it back to its prison dimension!

Their lives were like a story ripped straight from a comic book!

And somehow, lost in a completely different universe…dimension? Standing in front of a possible different version of his family, in front of a different version of himself!

Mikey's life just got a whole lot weirder.

"Dude…what?" The human boy asked, mouth agape. The duo of turtles plus the ginger girl looked equally as stunned.

The only one who didn't look like their brain was currently exploding was the orange clad turtle, Mikey's apparent counterpart.

Said turtle slung a warm arm over Mikey's shoulders, yanking the box turtle close to his side.

"This is the coolest thing to ever happen in a million years! I always wanted an awesome twin brother! What's your favorite pizza? It's jelly bean, jalapeno and anchovy right? Do you like to skateboard? Are you friends with Leatherhead? What about Ice Cream Kitty? What's your favorite comic book?" All the rapid fire questions started blurring together in a jumbled mess. And with the sudden ringing in Mikey's ears it was near impossible to understand.

His vision began to swim, blurring in and out of focus as more muffled voices joined in. The box turtle's legs were trembling, suddenly struggling to support his weight. His lungs began to ache, a harsh cough tearing through his throat.

And so the turtle coughed and coughed, flem in his throat refusing to come out while his lungs kept begging for some precious air. After what felt like hours, though was not even two minutes, the coughing eased up. That left Mikey a wheezing, shaking mess.

Brown eyes rapidly blinked away the last of his blurred vision as he slowly made up for the air he lost. When Mikey came to he realized that he was sitting on a swivel chair, the five strangers around him.

"Give him some space." The purple clad turtle said, gesturing for everyone else to back up a bit. "Are you alright?" Calloused hands covered in scars were examining Mikey. First one was laid across his forehead, then both cupped his cheeks before trailing down to feel his chin and neck.

"I'm good!" Leo often went through the same motions when one of them got sick and needed an exam.

Leo…Donnie…Raph…

Thinking about his older brothers made Mikey's chest hurt. Were they here in this strange world with him? Did they get seperated?

Loud, furious, clucking from outside the barn broke Mikey's train of thought. All eyes turned towards the barn doors where a brown and white hen was throwing an absolute tantrum.

"Aw a little chicken!" Mikey cooed, smiling at the hen. Everyone else in the room tensed up as the hen charged into the barn. Mikey carefully climbed off the swivel chair and sat on the barn floor. The hen came over, making the box turtle smile. "Aren't you just the cutest!"

The hen stared at him for a moment before she strutted over to Mikey's outstretched hand. He just wanted to pet her!

Unfortunately the hen pecked at his hand, hard enough to make Mikey yelp in pain. The hen began to cluck, pecking at his legs like there was no tomorrow! Each peck hurt more than the last.

"Ow! Ow ow ow ow! Stop it! Go away! Go away!" The hen turned her attention to the human boy, charging toward him like a mad bull. The boy screamed and sprinted out of the barn, the hen in pursuit.

"Why does Brenda always go after me!" The boy shouted as he ran in the yard. The purple clad turtle was clutching his sides in laughter at the comical sight.

"Bye Casey!" The orange clad turtle shouted as the boy, Casey, ran behind the farmhouse. His screams echoed around the property, causing the box turtle to gulp.

"Is he gonna be ok?" Mikey dared to ask, his legs aching from the hen's ruthless assault. Christ that hen was vicious!

"Against Brenda? Eh fifty fifty." The red clad turtle said, making a so-so gesture with his hand as the four of them walked to the farmhouse.

"Why is something so cute looking so mean!" Mikey couldn't help but whine as another coughing fit took hold.

"There is a very high chance that Brenda is actually a demon in the body of a chicken." The girl said nonchalantly, as if that statement wasn't as baffling as it was terrifying.

"Or the soul of an entitled, middle aged white woman." The purple clad turtle added in a deadpan voice. That at least got a good laugh out of Mikey.

"Like she said, Don, a demon." The red clad turtle added, giving the taller turtle a small shove.

Mikey snickered at the pure shudder that shook the girl's body. He definitely heard a few horror stories from April's retail jobs. The only reason she never ended up on an episode of criminal minds was because she had "extremely good self control." From being full on screamed at because she was even a little bit slow on the register to having to remake a drink five times because it simply wasn't good enough.

One of the good parts of being a mutant turtle, Mikey didn't have to get a retail job.

"So just to clarify, your name's Mikey. Correct?" Asked the girl.

"Yup! But who are you…" Mikey trailed off, looking at the girl supporting his weight. He never met anyone who looks like this girl.

"April! Do you not know me where you're from?" The box turtle's eyes went wide as dinner plates. A dumb smile spread across his face before he burst out into a fit of giggles.

At the confused looks on their faces, he forced himself to stop and smiled.

"Sorry it's just…you are so much different from my April!"

"Different how?" One of the four asked, it was most likely other Mikey.

"Well first of all my April is black. She's also shorter than you and wears red glasses." The group of four looked stunned for a second as the new information set in.

Then other April laughs a bit, brushing her bangs out of her face with her free hand.

"Didn't expect that but she sounds really cool."

"The coolest!" A few playful mumbles of disagreement came from the trio of turtles before Mikey looked at them. Time to put names to semi familiar but not really faces.

"You're Raph, the freckled one is also Mikey and the lanky one is Donnie?"

"I am not lanky." Said turtle mumbled with a huff.

"You got it little dude!" Other Mikey practically bounced as he walked.

"And the one you threw over the couch like a damn football is Leo, speaking of which." Other Raph roughly flicked Mikey in the forehead, earning a small yelp.

"Ow! Rude!"

"Like flinging our brother, who was the one that took care of you the most over the past week, over the couch, further aggravating his barely healed injuries wasn't rude?" The box turtle wilted a bit under Other Donnie's sarcasm.

"I'm sorry. I panicked and kinda sorta acted on instinct." Mikey hung his head, guilt filling his mind. It was an honest mistake! He didn't know where he was and freaked out!

"Your first instinct when panicking is to throw someone?" Other Raph said in disbelief.

Ok when you put it like that it does sound pretty absurd. Hell under normal circumstances he would've probably thrown something at the stranger. Whether that be one of his brothers, April, a dumpster, a school bus or even one time an entire cargo ship.

Throwing things with his Kusari-Fundo is just so much fun. He can pick up things that not even Raph cna lift and throw them like tennis balls.

"Throwing things is fun!" Other Mikey smirks like a Cheshire cat, it honestly makes a chill run down Mikey's spine. His counterpart suddenly grabs other Raph by the waist and throws the short turtle into a nearby bush.

"You're right, that is fun!"

"Mikey!" Other Raph practically screams, lunging from the bush at the freckled turtle. Other Mikey bolts off into the woods, laughing up a storm as other Raph gives chase.

Other Donnie and other April snicker, while Mikey just watches in mild confusion. As his counterpart's howls of laughter grow fainter the now trio approach the farmhouse.

The very same farmhouse Mikey ran out of, what maybe close to fifteen minutes ago. After he threw another version of Leo over the couch and bolted. Like a coward. And apparently other Leo might've actually gotten hurt when Mikey oh so rudely chucked him over the couch full force.

Shame bubbled up in Mikey's gut, you don't do something like that to your siblings. Alternate versions or not they were still family.

And he hurt Leo… a tiny whine escaped from Mikey's mouth.

"Is something wrong?" Other April asked. She stopped dead in her tracks, both hands now holding Mikey with the box turtle facing her. Mikey started coughing again, thankful for the convenient timing. He could feel both other April and other Donnie rubbing his shell in an attempt to soothe him. Truth be told it was helping some.

"Is he alright?" A familiar harsh voice asked right when the coughing fit was nearing its end. Mikey kept his eyes to the ground, after all the grass was suddenly incredibly interesting to look at.

There was a dull tap tapping sound and before the box turtle had a chance to question what it was he felt a warm hand cup his cheek, gently lifting his head up.

For the second time today, brown eyes locked with dark blue ones. The blue clad turtle smiled softly at him, only further cementing his guilt.

"Let's get him inside." Other Leo said, walking back inside the farmhouse. There it was again, the tap tapping sound. Other Donnie and other April didn't seem to react to the sound. It only took a few seconds for Mikey to realize what it was, and then immediately want to both punch himself in the head and sink into the ground.

It was a wooden crutch tapping against the floor with each step other Leo took. A crutch to support his right knee, which from what Mikey could gather, was wrapped in thick layers of fabric and gauze.

That must've been one of the injuries that he had aggravated when he chucked other Leo over the couch. It had to be an older injury! Because there was no way in hell that he hurt the blue clad turtle enough to warrant a makeshift crutch and cast.

Right?

The trio went inside, with other Donnie coaxing other Leo to sit down on the couch, right leg out straight and propped up under a pillow. Mikey was sat down next to the blue clad turtle, causing his already queasy stomach to clench and tighten with even more guilt.

It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault…

"I'm gonna hit up some leftovers for lunch, you guys want some?" Other April asked, when both of the bigger turtles nodded, Mikey felt a bit awkward. He was technically intruding on them, not to mention his little stunt earlier was not at all how introductions were supposed to go.

Luckily his stomach answered for him, a particularly loud grumble made him blush while his stomach continued to whine for food. He was so hungry…

"I'll take that as a yes, we got some leftover Japanese food if that's alright?" Mikey could only nod, perhaps to spare himself the embarrassment. With that other April disappeared into the kitchen, ginger ponytail swishing with each step.

Then there were three.

"I'm sorry about earlier. Just got a little freaked out is all." Mikey finished with an awkward laugh, utterly nervous on how exactly this alternate version of his stubborn dramatic brother would react.

Oh for crying out loud Leo is still going on about how Draxum threw him off a building, even though it's old news and Draxum is at least trying to be nicer. Well…nicer isn't exactly an accurate term. He hasn't tried to kill them and he might be coming around to humans! Baby steps!

"It's alright," Other Leo said, pulling Mikey closer. "You woke up in a place you've never been before with no clue how you got here. That's pretty nerve wracking at first. I know the feeling…" The box turtle relaxed a bit, some of the tension finally leaving his body.

"We didn't get a formal introduction! Hi I'm Mikey!" Other Donnie fondly rolled his eyes, while other Leo chuckled.

"I'm Leo, though I think it was obvious from this." Other Leo held a dark blue mask tail between his fingers.

"Yeah that's about the only reason, you're so different from my Leo!" Mikey boasted as the door was pushed open. Other Mikey and Other Raph came back in, covered in small scrapes and bruises from their apparent scuffle.

Other Mikey trudged over to the couch, flopping down into Other Leo's lap.

"Moooom!" The orange clad turtle droned in obviously dramatic fashion. Going hard on the puppy eyes too. "Raph bit me!" He held up his wrist, revealing a large bite mark. It didn't look hard enough to leave a permanent mark, or even bruise really badly. Other Raph scoffed, showing off two bite marks of his own.

"Don't act all innocent when you bit me twice! What's wrong can't take what you dish out!"

The oh so elegant and well thought out response to such an accusation? A raspberry of course!

Other Leo sighed, pushing other Mikey onto the floor, where he landed with a soft "oof"

"It is too early for you two."

"Yeah it's only noon you two boneheads are not allowed to kill each other till after lunch!" Other Donnie added, claiming one of the recliners.

"Remember when we used to stay up past midnight?"

"Remember when you dressed up as a fairy princess for halloween?" Was other Mikey's reply, causing the red clad turtle to snap his head towards his brother.

"That was one time!" With a shout other Raph tried to once again lunge at other Mikey, who climbed back onto other Leo's lap, hugging the blue clad turtle tightly. Ah yes, use a brother as a shield. Classic.

Mikey laughed at their antics, watching sith glee as other Raph tried yanking other Mikey off of other Leo, while the orange clad turtle screamed and hollered like he was being murdered. It was all an act, he was smiling the entire time.

"Yeah get him shorty! Make him scream!" Mikey taunted, it was like watching a classic moment between the disaster twins that usually ended with chaos.

Suddenly everyone turned to stare at Mikey, which made him slink into his shell. What had he said?

"Shorty?" Other Raph echoed, a confused look on his face. "I'm taller than you!"

"Well you're shorter than my Raph!" Now that statement right there caught the red clad turtle's attention. He sat on the arm rest of the recliner other Donnie claimed, waiting for an elaboration.

"How tall is your Raph?" Other Donnie asked curiously. Other April was peeking out from the kitchen, not wanting to be left out of drama.

"Six feet tall, though I think he might be taller than that now, it's been awhile since we checked." Everyone's mouths fell open.

After a few tense seconds, other Raph buried his head into his hands, groaning the entire time.

"That is so not fucking fair! Fuck! Come on!"

The other three turtles and other April started laughing, further aggravating the short red clad turtle.

"Wow shorty, jealous much?

"Shut the fuck up Dee! No one asked you for an opinion."

Other Donnie simply shrugged as the door of the farmhouse opened once again.

Casey stumbled in, his face covered in small scratches from the evil hen. He claimed the other recliner, groaning dramatically.

"How do I keep losing to a fucking chicken! That's messed up!" Mikey snickered, it seems the feud between chicken and boy was a long standing one.

"Hey armpit, where little Mikey is from Raph is six feet tall!" Casey sputtered like an old car engine before bursting out laughing, wildly kicking his legs about.

"I wonder what else is different." Mikey perked up, sitting cross legged next to other Leo.

"First of all we're all different turtle species!" At the baffled looks he received, Mikey continued. "Alligator snapping turtle, spiny softshell, red eared slider, ornate box turtle." He pointed at other Raph, other Donnie and other Leo respectively before pointing to himself when he finished.

"That's so cool!" Other Mikey gasped, rocking excitedly. Suddenly he bounded towards the kitchen, leaving Mikey a bit stunned. Okay then…

Other Donnie was staring at his short red clad brother, eyes wide and hell.

"Alligator snapping turtle…how are you alive?" He mumbled, earning a shove from other Raph.

"Don't those turtles get really big?"

"Yup, big and spiky."

"This is so not fair!"

"Raph you can sulk about being the second shortest later, right now we have more pressing issues." Other Leo said calmly, causing Mikey to get whiplash.

It wasn't the words themselves, but the way they were said. There was a calm but inherent sense of authority behind those words, because almost instantly the room quieted down, not a single groan or protest. The only sounds were other April and other Mikey in the kitchen.

Mikey felt a bit stunned, not even Raph could quiet a room down that fast. He didn't even have to raise his voice to do it! It was clear that other Leo was in charge. Which is really weird, shouldn't other Raph be in charge? He's the oldest sibling after all!

"How did you end up here in the first place?" Mikey frowned, trying to rack his brain for answers.

"Well it started when Leo lost his odāchi in a game of paintball tag, then the Footclan stole it so we went after them." The box turtle was so wrapped up in his story that he didn't notice how everyone's expressions changed from interested to horrified at the mention of the words Footclan. Nevertheless Mikey continued.

"We chased them to an abandoned warehouse and fought against those foot-faced creeps but the odāchi was plugged into some weird empty door looking thing and it started glowing! It was sucking everything! I tried to hold on but I got sucked in! Then whoosh! I ended up here…how long was I out?"

"About a week." Mikey whined, he was here a week! His family was probably so worried! Other Leo pulled him close, hand rubbing circles into the back of Mikey' shell.

"We'll get you back home little dude." Other Mikey said as he came back into the living room, a plastic red bowl of something in his hands.

"Yeah Mikey's right we'll get you back to your own world no matter what it takes." Other April chimed in as she was finishing up the food.

"So how exactly are we gonna do that?" Casey asked, slumping over the armrest of the recliner.

"The Kraang portal? That could work." Other Raph chimed in.

"Yeah but when are we going back to New York City? It could be months before we go back! It's not fair to make him wait that long!" Other Leo protested, meanwhile Mikey was getting a tad bit confused.

Go back? Why did they leave the city? And what's a Kraang?

Other Donnie stood up and began pacing, muttering something under his breath. "Well perhaps I could look through the Kraang ship in the basement, maybe there's a teleporter or something?"

"That's a start. But until we get you back home you are more than welcome to stay here with us." Mikey beamed, wrapping his arms around other Leo in a bone crushing hug.

"Hey little dude there's someone you should meet!" The bowl was put into Mikey's lap. It looked like it was filled with melted neapolitan ice cream.

"Uh…what am I looking at?"

"Aw she's sleeping!" Other Mikey cooed before reaching a hand into the bowl and…petting the ice cream.

"Have you lost your-" Mikey was cut off when the ice cream made a little 'mrrmph' noise before it began to take shape, much to the box turtle's shock. In a matter of seconds the melted looking ice cream formed a cat's body, with floppy little ice cream paws and the absolute cutest little face. The strange creature looked up at Mikey, a questioning mew being its response.

Mikey gasped, eyes shining as he stared at the most adorable little creature on the planet.

"Meet the best kitty a turtle could ask for, Ice Cream Kitty! Isn't she great?" The cat meowed at Mikey and he was sold.

"Ohmigosh you are so stinkin cute!" He hugged the incredibly cold cat to his plastron, nuzzling her and kissing her adorable little head all over. She purred and mewed in delight, only furthering Mikey's love for her.

Everyone else smiled at the adorable sight as the smell of japanese take out filled the air. Lunchtime!

Other Donnie went into the kitchen to help other April bring out the food, thank god Mikey was getting so hungry and the food smelt amazing!

As the food was being brought out, Mikey momentarily stopped showering Ice Cream Kitty with affection, causing her to bump and nuzzle her head against his chin in protest.

"You mind if I ask a few questions?" No one had any objections so Mikey continued. "What are you guys doing here in a farmhouse? Why can't you go back to the city? And what are the Kraang?" The room went deathly silent, no one dared to move.

All of a sudden the turtles and their human friends looked so exhausted, nervous dread painted their now pale faces. Even Ice Cream Kitty looked upset, her ears pressed to the back of her head while she slunk back into her bowl.

Everyone looked so much…older. Like they aged ten years in a matter of seconds. Other Mikey scooter next to other Raph, who slung an arm protectively around the youngest's shoulders. Casey went rigid, hands clenched into tight fists. Other April and other Donnie just stood there, frozen.

The weird part is, that all four of them were looking at other Leo. Some with more subtlety than others. The blue clad turtle however wasn't looking at anyone. Instead he was not so subtly glaring at his right knee, the one bandaged and propped up. Mikey could feel him shaking a little bit.

Oh what did he do?

"I…uh…sorry was that a bit of a touchy subject? I didn't mean to pry!" He tried to backtrack, he hadn't meant to cause this! He was just curious!

"We know, it's fine." Other Raph said in a surprisingly gentle tone. The exact same tone Raph would use to reassure a hurt sibling that everything would be ok. "It's a long story and I'll tell you later, ok?" Mikey nodded as the stifling silence vanished as quickly as it came.

"Let's eat! I'm starving bro!" Other Mikey yelled, practically bouncing for food. The food was all set in the large coffee table. Mikey's stomach growled like a furious animal, earning laughter from everyone in the room.

Even while most of the tension had disappeared, there was still a sense of unease amongst everyone, unresolved anxiety that was hanging around like a mist. Clearly something happened, something bad enough to drive the group from their home to the farmhouse and render other Leo unable to walk!

Judging by the group's reactions, calling it bad was an understatement. Horrific might be the better word.

Either way once the box turtle finds out what that bad thing was, Dr. Feelings will have so much work to do.

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #crossover #tmnt crossover #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teeange mutant ninaj turtles #merry christmas #a day late but here you go

[tranquilpetrichor]

stream of consciousness

synopsis: where daeyeol gathers himself and spends some time in your mind.

cast: golden child daeyeol x reader

genre: angst, magical realism

wc: 783

warnings: mentions of bad family circumstances, death, very philosophical, existential

a/n: oh god this is so rusty help but the idea for this sorta popped in my head one day? and i haven't written for golcha for a while but liked the idea of characterizing daeyeol as someone's who's learned a lot but is also tired so enjoy.

relax. you've done this a million times. nothing to worry about.

at the edge of the chaos, lee daeyeol plunged his hands into the rushing stream.

the sensation he felt was cold and unforgiving, but necessary for his next task, for the stream itself was really a stream of consciousness. here, he could sift through one's thoughts, desires and dreams that all coalesced.

all he had to do was touch the surface of the water, and just like that, it began to reveal more of its depth, ebbing and flowing up ahead.

he supposed one could refer to this river of yours as a soul, as that stream of consciousness was synonymous with your mind. humans were nothing more than a mind with a body, anyways.

daeyeol waded into the turbulent water, knowing that his purpose was to look into your memories, try and piece together the mystery of you, and help another lost soul along the journey of life.

you needed something, but he wouldn't know what it was until he could understand you.

that damned thing called empathy persuaded him to take the route of kindness. one might call him a guardian angel, but he'd laugh bitterly.

he was no angel.

but not a devil either, he thought with a shrug. simply, daeyeol.

usually people weren’t aware of his presence at their river. he was everywhere and yet nowhere to be found, and that’s how he preferred it anyways.

of course, it’s not as if he was trying to be invasive, but the nature of sifting through people’s souls obviously involved digging into their personal lives, so daeyeol had learned to take the quietest path into the depths of their mind.

and he really tried not get too attached to those he's helped. it didn't always work, but it's a good principle (if such a thing even existed) to go by when dead and watching others live out their lives.

he walked further along your river, viewing thoughts flowing beside him, now at a slower pace than before, but permeating nonetheless.

not good enough.

i must do better.

i'm falling asleep.

this is hell.

it’s all hell to me.

there were flashes of memories: loud alarms, grades that were perfect, grades that were almost-perfect, open tabs on the internet, early morning drives, your current gpa, and notes on sheet music that blurred and eventually faded into blackness.

dreams? well, let's just say yours were hidden, secondary to your endless supply of thoughts. there were people in this world that didn't have the luxury for dreams, and let themselves drift to follow whatever path would please those around them.

you've accepted your struggles, daeyeol can deduce that much. everything coming from you felt resigned, almost eerily calm—as if you were firmly in the eye of the storm that was life.

contemplating his next motion, he decided to dip his hand in the water. a longer memory played out for him on a shimmering surface.

quietly, he watched your mom (that’s what he’s been told, but maybe she really shouldn’t have been a parent), yell at you. two of your siblings ran past.

"y/n. you should know that slacking off is unacceptable! i didn't send you off to a private school just so you could fool around with your friends. you have to be responsible.”

(daeyeol was sure hanging out with people wasn't all you did, there were also the honors courses and band and your tutoring job on top of that. and you still managed to keep a good gpa.

there weren’t enough hours in the day to do all of this. slacking off, his ass.)

you closed your eyes and maintained an impassive look on your face. he could understand why.

now honestly, between romance, illness, and the mundane moments of everyday life, he’s seen it all and as a result, wasn’t surprised anymore by memories that would have shocked him years ago. one might call it desensitization but there was likely a better word for it.

still, he closed his eyes as well. despite his generally calm demeanor, it’s not as if he didn’t feel sorrow and empathy deeply. it was quite the opposite—but he had to absorb all that emotion and remain the peaceful mediator that he was.

(that, and everything he was seeing reminded him of his own mistakes, of which there were too many.)

oh well. for better or for worse, the past, like many things, was dead, so there was no use on dwelling on it.

he left the stream soaking wet, but calm as always. at least he knew what you needed, and someone else could escape a cycle of misery and sorrow.

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If it is not too much troubles, would you mind sharing some of your chicken misadventures? Chickens look totally cool but I probably will run away if they approach me in their coolly dominant manners 😭😭.

At first I was like what? And then I remembered I just reblogged a post about chickens and I assume this is in reaction to that.

So I was looking for photos of our chickens after I got this ask and found this gem somehow, which is probably the most aesthetic photo of my family's chickens ever taken. Mostly because usually we have a way less color coordinated flock, as dad and I both tend to pick out one or two of every breed that catches our eye that season.

First I have to say I have very rarely met a chicken that I found particularly scary in any way, most of them are sorta affably dumb... and then I remembered the Bennet sisters which were 5 white Brahma chickens we had, and they were like the meanest mean girls we ever ended up with. And there were five of them. So maybe if you see five big white chickens coming at you... that's when you book it.

But for the most part, chickens are pretty funny to me. They've all got their weird little personalities, and some of them are quite beautiful.

Now we kept chickens for laying purposes, not meat chickens. (Every once and a while my dad tries that before remembering he like, doesn't like slaughtering animals at all). We've also had Indian Runner Ducks, and a few breeds of Turkey. Over the years a lot of them have blurred together but some weird highlights:

We had this one chicken that I named Leaper who like, was a fainting chicken. You know those fainting goats? She was like that. She'd just randomly topple over and lay there, no matter where she was in the yard. None of the other chickens wanted to hang with her in the flock, because like she was weird. But this little bantam rooster named Patsy had a messed up back (Like his spine curved? I've never seen it before or since but he was also a weird little guy) and he would hang out with her. We'd often look out in the yard and Patsy would be standing over Leaper, watching her while she was in one of her fainting spells.

There was also the chicken Zelda (Who I think was named after Zelda Fitzgerald, not the video game) who was the most successful broody hen I've ever met. She would regularly surprise us with whole flocks of like 10, 12 chicks. She was also a bantam (which means they're smaller than average) and she would gather eggs from the whole flock, so her kids would be the weirdest mix match of breeds and sizes, and most of them ended up towering over her. Every time she went missing we started watch for when she'd next show up with a brood. We thought she was dead like 3 times. We found clutches of her eggs in an old stump, under the chicken coop, in the greenhouse, and under the porch. Every time dad discovered one she moved again.

The coop in question where she came up with a whole clutch of chicks one time.

I had one friend too, who has this huge white rooster that she loved more than life. She would regularly carry him around in her arms and he had a special diaper to come into the house. One Easter we used some sort of dye on him to make him blue and green (I honestly cannot remember what kind of dye, but she would not have done anything to hurt this guy so it must have been safe enough). Just imagine the biggest rooster you can with a full on fashion dye job. He did not really forgive us for that one for a while.

Of course the downside to chicken owning is you have to deal with the death and predators. We had a Bald Eagle get caught in the chicken run wire one time, and I remember the whole family standing in the doorway, realizing just how BIG an eagle is, when it's caught its talons in your chicken run (the chickens were fine, and it did eventually free itself, while we were still trying to figure out who to even call).

And we had an owl serial killer one time, where it took the heads and left the bodies stacked in a pile inside the coop door... That's a wild story no one believes when you bring it out at parties.

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My experience meeting lovejoy (April 5th 2023)

IT. WAS. FANTASTIC!

NOW, before you think this whole experience was all sunshine and rainbows, well it wasnt.. sorta just let me get explaining

I arrived to warsaw around 2pm, with me and my mum struggling to get to our hotel, we finally got in and got ready for us to eat at this one restruant which had some of the best kompot (which is like a polish drink with fruit and stuff) that i have ever tasted. then i got dressed and we went to the venue

and now, i dont know much about the whole waiting line situation with people having panic attacks and struggles to breathe (even a person broke their ribcage through there), but nontheless, i found my 2 friends i was planning to spend the night screaming our heads off to, and already i was screaming my head off

i saw joe, zoe, leandra, dave and david walk past, i was screaming so loudly to the point leandra waved at me which was a joy for me already, and then ash kabosu, i repeat THE ASH KABOSU, walked past and i did the same, and it worked he waved at me back, it was so fucking amazing but now heres the big part

i saw mark boardman, no joke. So i saw him walk past and my friends kept repeating that its just a random guy just to try and stop me from going crazy fangirl mode and sprinting here (spoiler alert, i did) and i got to give him a present i made for each of the 4 main band members and his reaction just made my day so much better, he was so happy to get it and i was happy to see him happy

heres the photo i took of me and mark together, i blurred my face because i dont wanna reveal my face here just yet, but after this photo was taken, i told him “your the sunshine, king!” i was trying to compliment/hype him up somesort, and his reaction was so cute, he like pouted and putted his hands to his heart, it just made me so happy

we kept waiting in line, until i saw leandra again with some random guy (possibly their manager), which i started screaming leandras name and she saw me and touched my hand, let me tell you.. i was speechless. from leandra noticing me on tiktok a couple of times to her seeing me in person, i was just jawdropped frozen

through the line me and my 2 friends joked around, got lovejoy stickers and signed our names to this one book with all the fan’s names on it

and then we got in, i was lost so i couldnt find my 2 friends but i did at the end, which is great and then.. it was time for the show.

ZWIDY : Okay, i dont listen to them much but they putted on a show, i was screaming so loud and i just had to much fun, everyone was waving their arms at some songs and it was just hella fun to be at

HONEYMOAN : Honeymoan on the other hand? OHHH BOY! They were killing it, i loved allisons energy, i also dont listen to honeymoan much but they were making me dance like i was the main character, and thanks to “too much”, its honestly my favourite song right now.

And now.. the moment i been waiting for

LOVEJOY : I was screaming my ass off, i was finally waiting after 2 years to see them live and it was like a reward for all the shit i went through and now im here, in poland, screaming to lovejoy’s music but then

Disaster struck : during perfume, i began to feel more and more dizzy, almost like i was going to puke, so i told my mum and we went straight to the merch store area, my mom was fanning me and i was drinking water that she brought me, i was also close to tears because i felt like i dissapointed the band by not being there because of me feeling ill and weak, so my mum got the organizer of the concert to give the rest of the gifts to the members after the show (sadly not taking the ones i made for the trumpeters)

After i got out of the venue, i was breaking down in tears, at that point i feel like i fully dissapointed the band that i couldnt be there for the entire gig, but atleast im seeing them in 2 and a half months from now at the open’er festival, so it wont be that bad right? 

but still, i still kinda feel guilty i had to leave the venue because it was a concert i been waiting for 2 years and it all went wrong when lovejoy came on, but i met some cool people and i had a lot of fun, so that matters mostly.

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[impact801]

Fight at the Museum: 3A's Hidden Potential

Season 3 ended over 2 months ago, and I think it’s fair to say this season holds its own with the other 2, having episodes that rank as some of the best. To “Oliva and Yunan”, “Froggy Little Christmas”, “The Core and the King”, and the amazing 2 part finale of “All In” and “The Hardest Thing”, each of these episodes will be engraved in the mind of fans for years to come. However, Season 3 always had one episode that I feel has been slept on in the fandom, it’s not hated or loved it just doesn’t get that much attention, but yet to me this episode was almost everything I wanted out of season 3 and gives snippets to 3A’s full potential.

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This episode first starts with Anne searching for a way back to Amphibia, staying up all night in order to find some clues, a far cry from the Anne who just let Marcy handle all the research junk back in Newtopia. Matt talked in a few interviews before Season 3 started about how Anne is a more mission-focused character, and I think this episode is where we really get to see it. Anne is taking full control of the narrative now by being the head/caretaker of the Plantars, and now leading the charge into getting back to Amphibia and stopping the invasion. It’s a great position for Anne’s character to demonstrate her growth but also give her new challenges to grow from as seen in this episode.

"Workaholic Anne"

Anne has taken her lessons of responsibility to heart, almost a bit too much. Anne is working so hard to a point where she’s stressing herself, and staying up all night. This version of Anne is what I like to call “Workaholic Anne” and it’s one of my favorite versions of her because it’s Anne taking her lessons from Amphibia a little too far. In this episode, she has to learn to find a balance between taking care of herself and handling her duties. I wish we had this version of her for a bit more in 3A, with Amphibia in trouble, and her friends in moral parallel, I think keeping this version for at least one more segment would’ve kept the tension TC had for longer.

Anne comes downstairs to meet with the Plantars and they immediately realize the toll it’s taking on Anne to find a way back to Amphibia. It’s nice having the Plantars play a more supportive role as they did in other seasons, as in most of 3A’s episodes, it’s usually exclusively Anne having to take care of them. The Plantars also feel more...individual in this episode, if they aren’t the focus of an episode, the Plantars can feel like a hive-mind, in the sense that they can blur together all doing the same thing, but here the Plantars’ individual strengths start to play more of a factor here, especially during the Heist. For example, HopPop takes back his role of giving guidance to the family, by telling Anne the lessons she needs to learn in this episode.

Anne’s Mom comes in and suggests that since she’s so much into research now, she should go to the Museum and get some of her school work done. Mrs.Boonchuy isn’t in this episode too much, but I like that this part demonstrates an aspect of her that Anne mentioned in Hopping Mall, with her always pushing Anne to do better in school.

We then get to see Cloak Bot(CB), and he is one the coolest character in this season and is our 1st ever-recurring antagonist in the show a trend Season 3 will continue with characters like Andrias, Mr.X, and (kinda sorta) Darcy. I’ll go into a lot more detail about Cloak Bot later and what makes this guy so awesome. One thing I will say though is that this demonstrates how well the continuity of the show has gotten, with Cloak Bot not being able to track Anne anymore thanks to his tracker being destroyed in his last fight. This season pulls something similar with Mr.X when finds out what HopPop looks like under his disguise allowing him to recognize HopPop in the commercial in Hollywood HopPop. To me this aspect of 3A makes LA stand out more, as it feels like Anne and Plantars' actions always have some sort of effect on the world around them.

Back to Anne and her family, they end up exploring the Museum with funny jokes to a boot, like how HopPop is a flat-earther, or Anne’s Mom blasting some heavy metal and putting on some shades, when they get out of the car, even Polly vibing with the Cavemen is great stuff. The Humor for this episode always has stuck out to me because it’s a bit "softer" than other episodes, you don’t have a lot of crazy zany jokes coming at you at once, but softer more subtle jokes, that rely less on overtop humor, but instead on solid dialogue and character interaction. Some examples are, Dr. Jan feeling insulted about Anne hating history, or Anne's mom not believing Anne's doing the report but rolling with it anyway. The only big joke I can think of is HopPop's "Eat the Rich!", but even that joke still moves the story forward. I really like this style of humor for this season because it allows it to still keep me laughing without the joke taking up too much time for action-packed moments and strong emotional character beats.

It’s then when our heroes find an ancient Amphibian Vase that Anne thinks could be her ticket back to Amphibia, and we meet Dr.Jan and this is where the 2nd lesson of this episode comes in.

Dr.Jan shows that she has some knowledge of the Vase, and could really help out Anne in finding even more information about it, but Anne refuses her help. This is a major contrast to Anne's season 2 self who was too trusting, and very easily swayed in opening her hearts to others, whether it be to the Curator, Andrias, Marcy, and even Sasha, but every time she did that she got burned, she’s closing her heart to others and is not willing to give Dr.Jan a chance to burn her again. This is such a major point in Anne's journey, if Anne doesn't learn this lesson she will never gain enough help from her parents, Dr.Jan, or Terri to get to Amphibia. Without this lesson, she won't be able to forgive Sasha or Marcy. Without this lesson, Anne becomes just like Andrias, someone isolated from the rest of the world and not willing to build strong relationships with others.

It's pretty rare for Amphibia's episodes to give two lessons instead of one, the lesson of the balance of responsibility is the overarching lesson of both this segment and Temple Frogs, with the trusting of others being the other lesson of the episode.

After that Anne and the Plantars decide to rob the museum with some badass outfits to boot. This edgy outfit is my favorite fit she had this season, in fact, it’s one of my favorite things about 3A. Anne’s design/outfit changes so much this season, whether having her hoodie on or around her waist, the Christmas outfit with the candy canes in her hair, or the badass suit and tie in EtA, it’s a nice change of pace instead of her looking the same in every episode.

The Heist itself is where all of its greatest aspects of this episode start to come together. The Plantars individual skills become more prevalent as each of them are used to infiltrate the Museum, with HopPop using his acting skills to get by the guards, Polly’s tiny size to fit through the vents and get past the lasers, and Sprig using his tongue to take out the cameras. I think this episode has the best Anne and Plantar dynamic in 3A. The episode still makes Anne the leader of the family, while letting the Plantars give Anne the love and support she needs and keeping their individuality.

Next is the Frog-Terminator himself Cloak Bot and there 2 things that make him work so well for this episode. One of them is his dynamic with Anne, in New Normal CB just appeared coincidently at a bad time to cause Anne trouble, but in this episode, he comes thanks to Anne’s actions. Anne decides to steal the Vase instead of just trusting Dr.Jan, this allows CB to locate it through the security cameras. It was Anne’s fault for CB finding her and it forces Anne to have to learn the lessons of this episode the hard way.

The 2nd thing that makes CB so great is what he brings Action-wise to the show. All of Amphiba's major fights have usually been more character-driven, with the fight being more about the character's abilities and conflicts with each other. However, the setting for the fight didn't mean all too much, for example, if you put Anne and Sasha's fight in Reunion in a boxing ring it wouldn't change the actions of the characters in the fight itself.

But CB changes this by making the setting so crucial to how the fight operates. With Anne and Plantars using all the artifacts as weapons, HopPop using the guillotine to cut off CB's arm, and Anne making a trap to have Kronosaurus(yes that's what thing is btw) fossil fall right on top of him. This addition to Amphibia's fight scenes makes them even more dynamic than before, and this is expanded upon tenfold in "Anne-Sterminator" and "All-In" by combining the character drama of previous fights and the setting usage of this.

The episode ends with Dr.Jan coming in at the last minute making Cloak Bot retreat, and Anne finally giving Dr.Jan a chance and trusting her. Anne learns lesson #2 from HopPop, while Anne learns lesson #1 from Dr.Jan using her experience to let Anne know what happens if she pushed herself too far giving excellent closure to Anne's arc in this episode.

Fight at the Museum has always been an episode racking in my brain, and I couldn't figure out why until I started delving deep into it, but I think it all comes down to the fact that this episode kinda gives an idea of 3A's fullest potential. What if 3A gave more time to "Workaholic Anne", it could've kept more of the momentum TC had, and added more urgency and tension this season needed. What if 3A kept the balance of Anne and Plantars dynamic this episode had?

Not to say every episode needs to be exactly like this one or that 3A was bad, but I think if the show followed in this episode's footsteps more I think we would've had a much stronger 3A. Fight at the Museum gave us some awesome action, a crucial point in Anne's journey, the best Anne-Plantar dynamic in 3A, and some great humor that still gave time for major character beats. This episode fucking rocks!

Thank You so much for reading! I've always felt like this episode never gets as much attention as I wished it did, so hoping I gave it some justice. Have a Great Day!

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Chapter Sixty Eight

Realis Abaeis Nicippe

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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Next thing you know, you hear the sound of a gate opening and footsteps drawing near. You lay quietly, unable to move and unable to talk. All you can do is wait with your heart nearly beating out of your chest until you see a familiar man hovering over you.

"Hey, look at you, finally awake," he grins. "You've been out for like a day now, but you're the first one up!"

He then bends down beside you and tilts your head to the right. There, you see Kuroo's body laying limp beside you. His face is pale, sickly, and it almost looks as though he's already dead. The only bit of color near him is a small peacock butterfly that has landed on his nose. You want to scream out against the man's wicked smile above you, but you're absolutely helpless.

"And now the other side," he hums to himself as he turns your head to the left. This time you see Tsukishima with his eyes wide open, unblinking.

"Huh, guess he won't be waking up any time soon," the man laughs.

Of fucking course it was him. He must've knocked you out when you were on one of your walks around the garden with him. Then, once you were unconscious, he probably dragged you into the garden and took out the other two.

"Well, that makes one down and two to go," he almost sings in enjoyment. "Ya know, you really shouldn't judge a book by its cover, Y/N. You should've listened to your dead friend over there and drove me over. Then it woulda been you in this situation, not me."

You attempt to narrow your eyes and knit your eyebrows together, but you seem to be paralyzed completely at this point.

"Shit, I almost forgot you can't fucking talk. I do feel a bit bad it didn't end right away but where's the fun in that, am I right?" he continues to laugh until he looks back down at you. Then, his smile fades into his frown and he stares in disgust. "Where's your fuckin' sense of humor, Y/N?"

"F-" you begin to sound out, struggling to move your lips.

"Aw, what's that? Are ya gonna laugh, too? Maybe if you do I'll only use this meat cleaver for two. I think that'd be enough fertilizer once it's all ground up, don't ya think?" he smirks down at you. "I could use the company. What do ya say?"

"Fuh," you continue to attempt your word, not giving in to his stupid game.

"You do have a lovely garden, didn't I tell you that before? And you know what, it'll look even better when I expand it. Think maybe I'll block the whole area off so I can keep people and animals out. Turn it into a camp, sorta thing. You ever think of it like that before? Could be a whole fucking commune if I get a whole lotta people to move in," he thinks aloud.

Your body relaxes as your vision begins to blur. You look past him, and up at the sky. One of the clouds almost looks like a butterfly to you, but you don't dwell on it for long. Instead, you rather cling to the warmth and the light from the sun before it's all used up.

"I asked you a question, princess!" he then shouts, grabbing you by your shirt and pulling you up closer to him. "Did I ever tell you that before?! I can't fuckin' remember?!"

You're just barely able to shake your head no until your mind goes to yet another place. But this time you're taken back to Suna. Back to how, in your dream, he called you his pillow princess. And perhaps sometimes, yeah, you were, but it was only because he cared about you so damn much he'd want to treat you like a real princess.

You genuinely did love him, and still do. It hurts so bad knowing you can't say goodbye. That you can't say sorry. You should've made time. You should've begged him to stay. But instead, here you are. Dying alone at the hands of a homicidal maniac.

"Jesus, you're fucking pathetic, Y/N," he scoffs as he lets go and lets your back hit the ground. But as you do, a breath of air fills your lungs and you're able to knit your eyebrows together for the first time.

"Fuck you!" you shout, despite the meat cleaver raised in his hand. "I hope you rot in hell you piece of-"

"Ahh," Bokuto sighs the moment you finally shut up. Hard to do any talking with your head cut off. "Finally."

"Silence."

Then, just as quietly as Bokuto sits, the beautiful tailed judy butterfly that you had seen moments before lands on your cheek and bends down, almost as if it were kissing you goodbye.

Bokuto watches in silence, as it then continues to sit there and look back up at him.

"Fuck you, too, you bitch. Shoulda minded your own business," he scoffs as he tosses the knife to the ground. He then lays back and stares up at the sky, eyeing the same butterfly cloud you had.

"If you don't mind," Kuroo's voice then rings in Bokuto's ear along with the sound of him rifling through the grass, "I'd like to finish what Y/N was trying to tell you."

When Bokuto looks up, he sees Kuroo hovering above him with his meat cleaver in his opponent's head.

"Rot in hell in treachery, the deepest circle of hell, you piece of shit!"

After one quick cut, the deed is done and silence befalls the garden yet again. It's then that Kuroo's strength gives out and he falls down to his knees. Small wet stains befall his pants as he looks over at you, a woman whom he had just met- yet wanted to protect so badly.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he whispers.

When the rest of him gives out, he falls flat on top of Bokuto's lifeless body.

Unus

Duo

Tres

Quattuor

Four corpses lay side by side in an evergreen garden.

The rabbit still nibbles nearby.

Two squirrels run through on his way to the woods.

And three butterflies make their way toward the sky. Perhaps back to the cloud with a similar shape. But those four corpses stay still. Silent. Unmoving. Except for the small beat still left in one heart. 

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[eldritch-queern-magicat]

Yeah, so Pandemonum was our early protector, though it sorta focused on Galaco most of the time. I was locked up too soon to really take a role. I guess Galaco was our equivalent of a host at the time. Vernon didn't need any protection, because he was already a persecutor, designed and tailored to our unique situation. He slipped around and avoided being caught, like a few apparently managed to do. I have the impression it meant he was always on the move in headspace. Which also isn't great, but I can see it being better to being locked up in a cave or something.

Also, being locked up doesn't mean we all became sleeping beauties. To the best of my knowledge, the only one who went to sleep after being sealed was Pandemonum. But we were all so cut off from the outside world that we lost full track of the passage of time.

... Hey, new info (from Mary) suddenly! Maleficent put Pandemonum to sleep with Ash. Who made a deal with Jafar, and ended up with an introject we now call Riddle in their subsystem. But as it happens, Maleficent lost some serious patience over how we treated our mind and shattered parts. So she let it wake up after high school. And then, as we know, Mom's death gave it enough room to get loose entirely.

Pandemonum's return also caused the different groups of religious parts on the other side to come to an uneasy alliance. But, there were terms and conditions to this alliance. The groups of them had to agree to keep to the sides of the mess they were already on. These were based around the lines dividing real world religions, with syncretized practices as being the only acceptable blurred lines between them. We couldn't entirely break the programming yet, but we could bend it somewhat. So they bent the rules just as far as possible.

I guess Joshua started healing from the brainwashing to the point he forgot some of the terms of the alliance. So something about breaking those terms triggered the programming in the Christian biblical parts to be refreshed. I suspect that there are others from other paths that were subject to misrepresentation and being turned into mere caricatures.

Which is where the drone comes in, because it's supposed to tie parts closer together. It's supposed to eventually become a subsystem of its own that encompasses all the other subsystems. It's really like a mind hug when we lean into that connection, it's wonderful. Not to mention the ability to integrate our compartmentalized memories is a lot easier than it was.

Everyone who has been near the front lately has so much practice with it. It's really cool because they can guide the rest of us along to also heal. Though according to them, Mom had to push us for about six months after moving back with her and Dad to go to the health department and get psychiatric help. I'm glad she fought and pushed us into therapy. We wouldn't have gotten to this point otherwise. I don't know where we'd be if we didn't have at least some family to fight for us.

I'm still dealing with some serious surprise at how far along we are in the healing process. It's really amazing because everything felt so...hopeless. I can't express in words just how happy this makes me. I want to laugh to the point of tears.

-Kitt 🏮😺

#dissociative identity disorder #did #did system #polyfrag did #polyfrag system #polyfragmented #dissociation #alters #introjects #fictrojects #protector alter #persecutor alter #religious indoctrination #religious trauma #child abuse #host alter #christian fundamentalism #fundamentalist christianity #subsystems #sidesystem #parent death mention #dronification #integration #trauma #recovery #mental health #mental health recovery #ramcoa #brainwashing #mind control

[dreamhous3]

Heavy Metal Cvnt

If you remember that corny story 'Digital Daisies' this is like sorta a continuation of that. Tell me what you think, or don't 🤷‍♀️

CW: violence, gore, language, drug use

‘You really shouldn’t go there, Daphne.’ Liam spoke towards her but kept his hands occupied with wiping nothing off the impossibly black bar top.

‘Why not? You said there’s nothing there anyway. This person is too important to me to leave them there.’ Daphne’s glass cried her drink as she swung her arms about. ‘I haven’t left this block all week and Clarissa finally gave me some time off. Not going to spend that getting drunk in front of you every night.’

‘Whatever, just go then. And don’t call her that.’ Liam’s expression fell. His body kept moving without him, wiping every drop of Daphne's drink as they landed.

Why’d I go and say it like that? Look at him!

‘Right, it’s ‘Cleaver’, so sorry about that.’ She sculled back the rest of her drink and slid the glass past his hands. He went to catch it, before Daphne caught him.

Gotcha, bar boy.

‘I’ll come back, and I’ll pour you something for once.’ Her synthetic skin pressed against Liam's hands. Cold as ice, soft as blanket. ‘Promise.’

‘Ok, alright.’ He smiled, his eyes reflecting the flickering glow of Daphne’s. ‘But I gotta meet this mystery person, curiosity is killing me. And don’t go offline, a lotta shady stuff happens there.’

‘I know I know! Be back before you know it.’ In a flash, Daphne dashed out the bar. Her legs hissed as the wind behind her knocked her glass off the bar top.

Oops.

The world outside sung in a chorus of countless conversations, all blurring into a wave of noise. Shuttles hummed above tires screeching. Sirens swam helplessly amongst it, drowning in its depths. Daphne closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She took a deep breath, lighting a torch in the cave of her mind.

Mmm…never gets old.

A steel finger poked her shoulder.

‘What?’ She gasped.

‘Wasted again, are we?’ A man in a dark coat looked down at her. His cyberware stuck out and lined his rugged face.

Bullshit handsome, as usual. So annoying.

‘Um…no! I was just leaving. Get off my ass Vinny.’ Daphne crossed her arms.

‘Hey cool it DD, you were looking up with your eyes closed like someone hardcrashed you. What were you doing anyway? Opening a zip bomb?’ Vinny leaned against the wall and slipped a cigarette out of his coat.

Oooh- I shouldn’t.

‘Taking in some fresh air.’ Daphne leaned forward with a sharp frown. ‘And that’s not my name.’

PLEASE call me that again.

‘Everyone’s got their poison, DD. You don’t take medicine if you live here.’ His first drag grabbed her gaze like a cat watching birds. ‘No, I’m not giving you one.’

‘Oh, why not!’

‘You've got plenty of bad habits already.’ The smoke illustrated his long exhales, the breaths reverberating in Daphne. ‘Like you and Liam, right?’

Shit, do people think we’re-

‘We’re not- I don’t fuck everyone I know.’

‘Didn’t say that, I am saying he’s bad news though.’

‘Why do you care?’

‘I’m trying to be a good influence on people.’ He shrugged his shoulders, grinning from one side of his chiselled face to the other.

Daphne felt warm and heavy all of a sudden.

And I’m trying to keep myself together right now.

‘What was that?’ Vinny tilted his head.

‘Oh…’ Daphne froze. ‘I said I have to go now.’ Her feet skidded as she swung around.

‘Wait a sec.’ Vinny grabbed her shoulder. ‘You can have this, ok?’ He handed her something rolled up in thin paper, twisted at the end.

‘It looks like a turd.’ Daphne raised her eyebrow at it.

‘It’s much better, trust me.’ Vinny chuckled and winked at her.

‘Thanks.’ She slipped it in the inner pocket of her oversized jacket. ‘See you around?’

‘Sure.’ He strolled away and bumped into someone. ‘Oh, what took you, huh?’

‘Got distracted…’ Their eyes moved down from Vinny’s and locked onto Daphne’s.

‘Hi Sophie!’ She waved at her, standing on her toes for a moment.

She responded with a lethal stare, even sharper than the scars around her eyes. Daphne didn’t wait long before dashing away.

Scary lady, very scary lady.

Huge crowds of people pushed past each other, indifferent to each other's destinations. The sky closed its eyelids of heads towering over Daphne. She found this moving place cramped but comfortable, private. Some faces let the blue above pour in again to glare at her.

Assholes.

Daphne’s internals whirred in preparation for her action, but she shook her head and moved along. The tramlines above screeched into her ears. Not far off, the station announcements took her attention, then a buzz from her neural link.

‘Might find what you’re looking for here.’ A text from Liam rested in the corner of her eye. Underneath, coordinates in the derelict district.

‘Thanks, and sorry about that glass.’ Daphne sent back. She waited for him to reply. And waited. Still waiting…

That’s- that’s ok, he’s just busy I guess.

After an uncomfortable few minutes, she replaced the tab with the coordinates. It dimmed as her attention returned forwards. Blue and red barked at her eyes as it flashed from drones and mechs scuttering about her. Their brief scans brushed her porcelain skin. Metallic stomps clicked into the tile floor as they passed her to miss the illegal parts in the next citizen. The station echoed the footsteps of thousands, bouncing off the enclosed world of white. Screens cut out of the walls beside Daphne, showing routes, listing stops. A few people stood around them, their shaky eyes scrolling up and down the moving text. Her direction already determined, Daphne leaned slightly forward as she sped up. The map in the corner of her eye blurred as she trod along.

‘Route 6 to Section Three via Lavender Square, departs in five minutes.’ A nondescript accent announced in a static tone. Daphne shuddered for a moment.

It’s not that fucking AI, chill out.

She felt the side of her head. The burnt skin was replaced, but she shaved the hair to remind herself. Soft but scratchy, her buzzed side moved like grass touched by the breeze as her fingers caressed it. The discipline actuator once there was removed a long time ago. The advertisements and automated voices across Sierra used to keep Daphne inside. Dead, purposeful, apathetic voices. They rose the bladed words and cindering zaps of that dreadful implant in her mind again.

You’re ok. Just you, yea?

Since Clarissa’s people took her in, it had gotten quieter.

I remember when Liam asked me about it, if I still felt it. He told me about people in the civil war he served with, scratching at limbs that weren’t there. Apparently cybernetics cost a lot back then. ‘Phantom pain’ he called it. I just said I didn’t want to talk about it.

The stairs down to the platform descended like a boulder. Sharp angles always made Daphne anxious. It felt like falling forever. With a hiss, the tram doors slid open, and she dashed inside. Passengers widened their eyes at her speed. If she walked, they would have stared anyway. Light leather caught her. Almost comfortable, but not really, Daphne leaned back into the seat. She moved her gaze across the tram. Eyes flashed a rainbow of colours. Neural links guarded the passengers' fear of eye contact. Daphne closed her eyes.

Probably a bad idea here, by myself too…

A tab splashed in the pond of darkness. Listing her cyberware she’s installed since working for Clarissa.

Yea, I’ll be alright.

With a hush, and a warm hum, Daphne entered rest mode. In her synthetic slumber, her thoughts blanketed her locked mind.

Maybe I should have talked about it. Liam is good to me, he would’ve listened. There’s something about the things he asks me though. It’s like…the right questions, but the wrong person. Sure, I care about him, and I think he cares about me. But…but. Trust, is that the word? I think so, but it could be a bad one. Sophie said that to me once; “I don’t trust you, droid.”. What a bitch. It was droid actually. Yea, that’s the bad word. Why shouldn’t I trust Liam though, because he’s “bad news”? People are so weird. It’s like, I only just started learning to be one, pretty much, and they speak to me in these weird ways like I’m supposed to just get it. At least they treat me like a person, like I’m alive. Most of them.

For a little while, Daphne let her internals speak over her. The fans breathed cool air around the sharp and dense parts. Batteries and small machines hummed their mechanical lullaby to her. Sometimes she heard a heartbeat too. It wasn’t real, but she liked it just the same. It wasn’t there this time.

What does a real one feel like? Do people notice it? Sometimes I wish I could just be in someone else's head for a bit. Swap places. Swap people. Live as each other. Share each other. What would that be? ‘Phantom love’?

An alert popped Daphne awake. It flashed red in the centre of her vision.

‘You have reached your stop.’

‘Shit!’ The wind flushed around Daphne as she shot out of the tram.

‘Is here ok?’ With a thudded click, the taxi driver put the cab in park.

‘Sure, thanks!’ Daphne’s neural link flashed blue as the money transferred to the driver.

‘I can wait here if you want, pretty dodgy place-’ He was cut off by Daphne shoving the door closed. Outside, Sierra’s sounds were muffled, its notes whispered in the distance. Still though, its advertisements infected the dead end street before her. No one but her to look at them, one poster caught Daphne’s attention. It stretched up along a cracked concrete wall. Holographic lines snaked around it. The neon light painted the canvas of Daphne’s skin. Something about it was familiar. Glowing eyes looked out of a smooth figure. The skin, pale as hers, was stained with blood. Text beside it read:

'That's not your blood, but it could be… Did you know, almost fifty percent of homicides last year were committed by androids? If you see one, do your part: call it in, we’ll collect it, and you’ll cash in!'

And in much smaller text at the bottom:

'(Disclaimer: cash reward is not guaranteed. Vargriff Industries is not viable for any damage, injury or death caused by androids property of Vargriff Industries).'

With a quick blink, Daphne saved a photo to her neural link.

It’s ok, I got you.

As the sky went orange, a new world consumed Daphne. The buildings around her decayed more with each street she passed. Plants that lived to distract from the death in the air died in the honesty of this place. Architecture of a different millenia shared its grave with the beginnings of Sierra’s careless brutalism. A new sound made Daphne almost stop in place, rushed with fear, until she listened to it.

Oh, they’re my footsteps. It’s so quiet here.

Soon the streetlights stopped, the last bare minimum of the urban landscape now another casualty of this concrete coffin. The map still guided Daphne, outlining the unknown. As the sun gave up its warm glare, the way ahead dimmed and disappeared. With a blink, Daphne’s eyes buzzed green. Her sight now watched the world through static viridian. Silence screamed at her as she descended further into the ruins. She battled to muffle her breaths, trying to listen to what wasn’t there. In hollowed structures were seats that no one sat, headless statues that honoured nothing, paintings ripped and ruined. A steel pole pierced upwards through the smoky night. A flag gently swayed in a dance without a partner. On it was a wreath holding a planet, the sphere lined underneath its lands. Daphne stared at it, waiting a little while. She had no idea what the flag represented, why it was here. Yet, a familiar dread crushed her.

I have to go, I need to keep going. This is wrong. Everything here is so wrong.

On her way onwards, she felt the stare of something alive. The presence of people, but they weren’t there. She didn’t stop to look back. Now amongst the crippling silence, Daphne wandered like a lost soul, though she still knew her destination. Her feet felt like someone else’s after so much walking. Every other movement: her eyes, her hands tensing in her jacket pockets, numbed. Then, roaring breaths brought her senses back. Just above, a shuttle hovered downwards, its spotlight nearly catching Daphne. She dashed away, the hush of her legs whimpered next to the goliath of the shuttle's engines. A concrete pillar covered her. Blowing wind walled her in as it collided with it. Loud, low tones beeped from the shuttle. Daphne peaked around the pillar. With a click and whoosh, the bottom slid open. Three large containers bounced off each other as they struck the ground. In a blink, the shuttle closed up again and sped off.

Fucking littering, come on.

Daphne went to walk onwards to her destination, but as she passed the containers, something compelled her.

Just a peek, nothing more.

The one closest to her seemed to have landed on its side. It had a simple looking lock on it, the kind she’d opened on plenty of jobs. She pressed her hand against the door, and her neural link opened a new tab. With two clicks and a short hiss, it unlocked. Daphne stood back as the door swung open. She was greeted by a face. Then many more.

Oh…

Blood bathed the pile of hollow bodies. Their skin, like the poster, like hers. Their eyes, like broken light bulbs. One just in front of her was reaching out, its arm stuck out next to its face. She took its hand, holding it with both of hers. Cold as ice, soft as a blanket. When her eyes moved back up to the shut off ones in front of her, a sickness slithered up her. She wanted to throw up, but she couldn’t.

I’ll hold you, in my head, in my dreams. And when I die, I’ll hold you again.

A rage rose in her, until her fingers slipped from the android's hand, and she fell with her tears.

The static night vision started to scratch at Daphne. She was dying for another rest. This search was starting to seem hopelessly too long for her. Somehow, an open secret, the sun was above her. Its warmth stung through the night vision, so she blinked it off. Like an old friend, it waved back a lost feeling of comfort. The pink ploughed into the fire of its eye. Clouds puffed distantly. The sharpness of the horizon cut away the ghosts behind her, the dread defeated, sorrow retreated.

Maybe I should leave them here. Would that be so bad?

When her gaze fell in front of her again, looking out at the void, her mission made itself clear again. But before she continued, she looked up one more time. The pink in the sky started to turn purple as the day died.

Man, what a view-

Cracks of gunfire shattered the road in front of her. Dashing away before thinking, Daphne skimmed a wall on the way inside the nearest building. Metallic stomps shook the ground, growing closer. Her eyes blinked twice, now showing a wash of black. Sounds drew themselves in waves of white lines. Two in particular made quite a loud picture.

‘Who the fuck was that? You said you wouldn’t try anything!’

‘We’re not!’

‘Then help us out. Waste of my goddamn time.’

She focused on each for a moment, until a red framed their shapes. One blink, static green moved back in. A list appeared on the left of her vision.

Vargriff suits, corporate special forces, a gang from section four.

The mech charged through the buildings around her.

And man's best friend.

Daphne’s eyes darted around the room. A large atrium, stairs reaching high up.

Move!

The steps cracked under her speed. Dust splashed downwards as the mech rampaged closer. Muffled behind the layers of walls, bricks and concrete clicked and clashed against the tall beast in Daphne’s vision, framed in red.

Hungry?

She held her position behind a railing, looking over the atrium, waiting. Destruction moved towards her, still dimmed, but louder. The gang followed the mech closely behind like little ducklings. On her left and right, the corporate special forces were moving in.

It’ll be ready when you are honey.

In a wave of broken glass and concrete, the mech finally reached Daphne. As the windows above and beside her popped, they sprinkled her shadow with shards as she launched over the railing. She landed right on top of the mech.

‘Kill it!’ The soldiers above her opened fire, but lost to her speed again.

Now she was in what was the entrance, surrounded by the gangsters. The mech twisted around and spun the barrels of its enormous gun. The gangsters pointed their weapons at her.

‘Gotcha!’ Daphne pointed at them before dashing away again.

‘Oh shit-’ In just a few seconds, the mech's gunfire ripped them apart.

Outside, Daphne bumped into the suits. Their blazers blended with their black cyberware.

‘Watch out, droid.’ The one in front of her pointed the end of a sword at her. The rest stared back at her with thick sunglasses, sub machine guns slung about. Behind, the mech stomped onwards, reverberating the sharp stillness of the moment. One suit looked back towards the noise.

Go time.

In a blur, Daphne launched at them, snatching their gun. In two bursts, they fell. She sprayed the two closest to her. Their blood spattered on the suit with the sword as they charged her. Almost matching Daphne’s speed, they slashed at her, the movements whipping her skin. She dodged left. It caught her, cutting across her arm. But the gap was opened again. Daphne sprayed into them until the gun clicked. The sword was in her hands before the gun hit the ground. The suit grunted through a bloody mouth, glared at her, then landed in their colleagues' pond. Cracks continued the fight, the mechs gunfire ripping the road apart again. Daphne ran towards a plaza. Its sliding doors burst as she shot through them. The escalator steps thumped under her feet. She skid across the floor for a moment, twisting around to see what was coming. The mech, the star of the show, and the corporate special forces were still in pursuit.

Talk about bad luck. How am I gonna-

A high calibre round swished past her head. Her hearing on that side disappeared for a moment. She ducked and rolled by a storefront. Through the wall, two red frames watched over where the ceiling window was. Daphne looked away, then around her. A fire exit grabbed her attention. The glass windows of the storefront next to her cracked as she darted away. The fire exit door flapped about as she rushed through it. Her feet started to hurt climbing the stairway.

Come on!

The red frames started to grow closer in the edges of her vision.

COME ON!

On the second last step, Daphne pointed her sword forwards. When the door to the roof flung open, it pointed through the sniper's chest. With a growl, Daphne swung their limp body off the sword, and charged toward the other sniper. They fired, but right after she dashed. They yelled as Daphne cut across their face. A knife jabbed at her. She dodged it only just enough, her side getting cut open slightly. Swinging for the neck, the sniper almost got her. But Daphne took the opening after to cut off their arm. Before they could scream, she swung across their throat. Red ran down their chest and spat at Daphne's face. Their body leaned over as Daphne did, her voice cracking as she took heavy breaths. Her eyes fell on the rifle by her feet. A smile grew across her face.

‘What an embarrassment!’ The squad leader stomped up the stairs, his comrades almost tripping behind him. ‘We're finishing this, now.’

‘Yes sir!’ Their voices barked in sync.

The door to the roof interrupted the grey world of the stairwell. When the squad leader reached it, he raised his foot and kicked the door.

‘Go-’

Right as the soldiers moved out, Daphne fired. The round passed right through all of them.

Bullseye motherfucker!

Their shared hole spurted like a broken pipe. Their bodies bounced off each other as they hit the ground. Only the mech was left. Daphne checked the rifle's magazine, then looked for the metal monster. It wasn’t appearing anywhere on her interface. Then she listened. Mechanical whirs wormed about below, rising. Daphne’s eyes frantically darted about, looking for the sound.

Where is it, where the fuck-

Roaring through the air, the mech landed on the other side of the roof, behind Daphne. She caught herself as the ground rumbled. Its gun squealed as the barrels spun up. The roof was showered with a storm of debris. Flakes of concrete slid past Daphne as she stopped her dash behind the fire escape.

Fuck! Ok, ok…what do I do?

The ground felt as if it might collapse as the mech approached her. She looked through the wall to see it on her interface. In its red shape, the legs stuck out to her. The joints, I can shoot the leg joints. Beneath her, the earthquake of its movement raged closer. Still, she waited just a few seconds longer. As the barrels started to spin again, Daphne went for it. The brush of her feet painted the ground in her rush. She leaned back. Her sharp body stroked the concrete with her slide.

Breathe.

One of the mech's legs split in half. Then the other. Two shots echoed. It fell forwards with a dull groan, through the window ceiling. Daphne threw the rifle aside and sped down the fire exit. She stopped in front of the mech, and sat down. It landed face down, the cockpit was crushed. Just under it, pressing against the marble floor, a limp hand poked through. She didn’t take it. When her feet cracked past the broken glass of the front door, Daphne’s map blipped in the corner of her eye. They were close. The pain of her wounds was catching up to her, but she kept going anyway. Blood running down her kept pace with her slow walk. She reached into her jacket, and pulled out the thin, rolled up paper. Her lighter flashed in the darkness like a bomb. As she inhaled, her body felt how it did when she was with Vinny. Her mind was massaged with each exhale. The pain was quieter.

Yea, handsome, much better.

Just down the street, she reached a huge building made of connected glass pyramids. Inside, a sea of flowers looked at her. The maps blipping sped up as she wandered through it. Every kind she’d heard of was here; Roses, lilacs, poppies.

Daisies.

Her map flashed:

'You have reached your destination.'

‘I found you.’ Daphne dug her hands into the soil. ‘My daisy.’

#science fiction #cyberpunk #writing #prose #creative writing #android

[the-bot-named-r0z]

In response to the "tell me about myself" tags, to me you're like a different version of myself.

I've only recently really started getting into punk. Mostly it was the philosophy at first: of anti-fascism and anti-consumerism, which I now know isn't inherent to the culture (there are, somehow, fascist punks). Then it was, and still is a lot, about aesthetics: the battle jackets and the hair and the homemade pins and what all. But its more recently been about the music itself. In my mind the music and aesthetics are blurred together: raw emotion, rough edges done with intention. Anyway, I don't know a lot of punks in my life, but you're one of them and I vibe like hell with it

Also, I've only recently felt like identifying, instead of resenting, my connections with robots. Like, being treated like a robot by capitalism, and even in volunteer spaces most recently. But I have been thay/them for a while and have learned about and have been considering using it/its pronouns. I just volunteered at a hippie country fair thing, and those people have a much different relationship to technology than I do. They take it begrudgingly or without much thought, but I love them. We had a sanitizer machine named Kevin. I learned what to do when it made certain noises, how to clean and do maintenance, the best way to increase/check temperatures, and so on, and I loved that machine. Anyway, you also have a love for machines, at least androids and the like, and it warms me to see those kinds of posts reblogged by you when they come across my dash.

Anyway I've sorta lost the plot, but in truth I do only know so little about you. But I think you're pretty cool from where I'm sitting! So for whatever that's worth <3

This is incredibly💗💗💗 kind to say, thank you for this. I didn't think anyone would actually respond.

#me #anonymous #ask #tv #if anyone else wants to that would also be rad af