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elmaxlys · 6 months

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Weird dream, set in a place I've been in dreams before (sort of weirdass university). Nico di Angelo was there (dressed in pink) as well as irl ppl I know and like Dark Stuff.

There was a marathon plot ? We had five hours, I refused to run.

I wasn't supposed to have been to that university before but I knew it like the back of my hand, including the secret paths and rooms (where I found Nico btw), even the one near the train tracks. In fact, I wasn't supposed to be there at all. I walked fast, assured. No one stopped me.

There was a dear. It was dead. (still upright and on four legs but not moving) But it looked up, sucked the life out of [?] and now we had two undeads, one human, one deer. The Dark Person/Thing that posed as a professor caught me looking at the deer and made me help put the life back in [?] and the deer back to death. I didn't want to help because I work alone and I certainly do not work with their kind.

There's a lot of stuff here. Including running from people trying to catch me (the Fake Prof, students that knew me and knew I shouldn't have been there, other Dark Stuff). This is when I met Pink Nico in one of my planques. He wzs looking outside through the window. We stared at each other for a bit like wtf are you doing here that's my space, and then I pushed him aside, opened the window and climbed up from there. There's a sort of??? Échafaudage there. Not really one but yeah I used it before and I knew it was there, and I knew that up would be safe (I didn't have fear of heights in the dream)

Idk idk idk

I ended up plotting with the Fake Prof and it was super gross and creepy and we put the deer back to death and now the Fake Professor was supposed to Take Care of me (because just like the deer I was an anomaly and I wasn't supposed to be there), but also the Fake Professor liked me for some reason so instead he took care of the people the other Dark Stuff had sent after me and then lead me to one of the secret paths.

Idk

Then I was with Nico again, this time dressed in black, in another of my planques, and we had to climb the échafaudage but I somehow failed the first time despite his much I'm used to it in dreams with that place and Nico laughed at me, but in a kind way, and somehow once we were in the planque I initiated a kiss??? He kissed me back??? And I guess my gender in the dream must have been Girl because I had the thought "?? Wasn't he gay" but at the same time I thought "if you knew that why would you initiate a kiss??" and anyway I was dating Nico?? Half feeling that I ended the dream bigender, too??? Idk there was some more stuff after that but I can't recall.

For the stats: name unknown, but I'm sure they called me something. Gender... first was woman, then I think it moved to bigender?

#dream journal #26/11/2023 #i hate dreams in which i'm dating someone...

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kugisakiss · 5 months

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watched m26 hehe, sorry for the word vomit

if anyone was wondering how i was counting how many movies they appeared in, i made a little timeline when i was trying to figure it out for myself ↓

all dcmk movies are released on golden week which is in april. shout out to the detectiveconanworld wiki i couldn't have done it without you x

the real enemy is conan because he's got a perfect 100% movie spotlight

#dcmk #detective conan #m26 spoilers #haibara ai #i'm not tagging all of them #m5 2001 -> 9/11; m26 2023 -> submarine explodes #2/26 (7.7%) means dcmk movies have predicted the future more times than ai has had a spotlight in a movie #bets on next conan movie to predict the future #hmmm i think i'm gonna make a poll for M28 brb #i don't really understand how naomi thought an all ages face recognition software would help get rid of racism...#but she went ahead and used it to find her childhood crush so i support her ❤#my art

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undertale-writing-times · 2 months

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Hi! Can I request Ut, Us, and Uf Sans and Papyrus with a s/o who’s very empathetic? Like if someone’s anxious they’re anxious, and they struggle to say no, and they cry to seeing animals get hurt, stuff like that?

For sure! Thank you for the ask. For some reason, this one was hard for me to write :(

Sans: Sans understands that some people feel emotions differently than others, but whenever he sees you almost crying because you found a hurt bird or you’re worried because people around you are worried even though you have no idea what was going on, he feels a little confused. This wasn’t just a normal human thing; there have been so many humans who didn’t feel emotions like this. He might ask a few questions, but other than that, he’ll treat you normally. He hopes that you can’t feel his emotions since, well, he’s got a lot bottled up, and he’d rather that not be unbottled yet.

Papyrus: Papyrus understands! For he is the same! Emotions are a hard thing to understand and read, so he enjoys the fact that you can feel other people’s, as he cannot! The fact that you can do something the great Papyrus cannot, shocks him! You truly are the most amazing datemate that somebody could have! He always goes out of his way to check up on you to make sure that you’re fine and happy, since he doesn’t want you stressed out or anything :(

Blueberry: It... makes him nervous. He wants you to be able to say no if you want to; he doesn’t want you to cry because you found a hurt animal; and he doesn’t want you to feel nervous because other people feel nervous around you! He has a lot of emotions that he’s got to hide, and he isn’t sure if you could feel them or not, and if you can, then what is he supposed to do? He can’t suddenly start talking about his issues! People would ask way too many questions, and he doesn’t want that.

Stretch: TBH, he thinks that it’s pretty cute. He likes how you always seem to pout whenever people are sad on TV and how you can feel the emotions of people around you. It makes him feel pretty warm, in a strange way. Course he would take care of you and help you if you ever get too upset. He’ll also tell people no if he sees you struggling with saying it. He’s shy and nervous, but that doesn’t mean he will let you be forced to do stuff.

Red: Thinks it’s nice and bad at the same time. Feeling if people around you are nervous is a good power, cause you can use that against them, but you never do! You’re always so sweet, and he thinks it’s nice... but he hates how you struggle to say no because people and monsters will abuse that and use it against you.

Edge: It confuses him and he doesn’t like it >:( He has many questions and asks a lot of them at a time. How could you say you don’t like saying no? Also, he understands feeling sad when an animal dies or is hurt, but breaking down? Y/n! Crying is a sign of weakness; you can’t do that around other monsters; they would use that against you!

#undertale alternate timeline #undertale ask blog #undertale alternate universe #undertale au #undertale headcanons #Undertale #Undertale Sans #Undertale Papyrus #Underfell #Underfell Sans #Underfell Papyrus #Underswap #Underswap Sans #Underswap Papyrus #11/26/2023

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justformula1 · 6 months

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Driver of the day and so deserved

#yuki tsunoda #driver of the day #dotd #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #twitter #gpabudhabi #26-11-2023

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blue-eli · 1 month

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Ink October day twenty-six: Share

To accord a share in (something) to another or others.

To divide and parcel out in shares; apportion.

#bug hunter #blue boi draws #ink october 2023 #ink October 2023 day 26 #my ciel ‘shared’ (read: gifted) a ticket to the bug hunter and narcissist’s cookbook concert they did in Dublin this day #not only was this very sweet of them we went together with with their brother and a friend and then made a new friend at the show!!!#it was so so fun. I didn’t know a lot of Bug’s songs and only one of Narcissistic cookbooks but I didn’t need to it was so fun #they were so good individual and together and by the end I had so many new songs to listen to again when I got home-#it was standing as well which I’m not a fan of in theory but ngl the two concerts I’ve been to where you can only stand #(the only other one I’ve been to was Cloudbusting which is a Kate Bush cover band) have both been so fun!! we be grooven to the music #11/10 would go to see again would recommend

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maypop-the-dragon · 6 months

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“I AM autism!!!” is what I say when you question if I’m autistic enough for this.

#2023-11-26 #196 #autistic #actually autistic

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ajpendragon · 8 months

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Doubts

John blinked vigorously to clear his vision, forcing the two projections floating in front of him to merge back into one. A flick of his finger and the ship schematics spun in front of him, faster than he had intended it to. The movement threw him off balance, a rare occurrence in zero gravity, only possible because of his exhausted state. He drifted back into the wall, colliding with it roughly.

“John, it has been roughly 72 hours since you last slept. It would be wise to take a break. You are too tired to be any use at the moment.”

“I’m fine, EOS. I have to check everything. All of us are going to be on that ship, and I won’t risk a repeat of last time. I can’t risk my brother’s lives like that. I have to make sure it’s safe.” He continued stubbornly glaring at the schematics, even as his vision swam in front of him. His arms felt too heavy to move, and if he weren’t free-floating in space, he would have been collapsed on the floor.

The hologram flickered out, and he knew EOS had put her foot down. She would not allow him to work any more, even when he desperately wanted to. “You need to rest. You will be of no use to your brothers if you continue on like this. You look awful, and you are so tired you can barely function.” Her voice softened slightly. “Working yourself to exhaustion to avoid thinking about your problems is not healthy, John.”

He pulled himself slowly down the hallways towards his bed, conceding the fight. He was too tired to argue, and that in itself was clear proof that EOS was right. He never gave up on an argument if he could help it.

John knew exactly what the chances of finding their father still alive were. The likelihood that they were going on a rescue mission was slim to none. People didn’t survive on their own in deep space for as long as Jeff had been gone. All they were likely to find was a body. They had to go, he knew that. To finally have an answer after all these years would be worth everything. But if anything he could do would make it safer, he had to try. Dad wouldn’t have wanted them to recklessly risk their lives on the very unlikely chance that he was still alive.

John had not been good enough to save his father.

His brothers were all he had left.

And he refused to lose them too.

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Alan clutched the photograph tightly in his hand. There weren’t many paper pictures left, most saved on computers and phones now, but this one was special. Each of his brothers had one as well, but his was the most well-worn. Everyone else didn’t need the picture as much, having enough clear memories of Dad that it wasn’t as necessary for them, but he did. He had been too young to remember much when Dad disappeared, and with the years, the few memories he had faded. He knew that Scott looked like Dad, everyone said so, but what they never mentioned was the little scar on the corner of Dad’s chin, just barely visible in the photo.

They didn’t mention how his eyes looked so much like Gordon’s, or how his smile reminded them of John. They never mentioned the smile lines around his mouth just like Virgil’s. In fact, as Alan stared at the picture, he could see each of his brothers there. Everyone except himself. Each of his brothers remembered when Dad was around, too. They had dozens of stories, which Alan had heard many times over the years. They knew where they fit in the family with Dad there. They remembered a life with him.

But Alan hadn’t. He didn’t remember his Dad more than bits and pieces, and he was pretty sure most of those memories were from his brothers’ stories. He couldn’t remember a time before. He knew he was a capable astronaut, pilot of Thunderbird 3, valued member of International Rescue, but with his Dad home, where did he belong? His piloting skills couldn’t measure up to someone like the great Jeff Tracy. He was still young. What if Dad pulled him off rescues? Alan had proved himself to Scott, but his dad wouldn’t know that. All he would remember was the child he had left behind.

He curled up on his bed, still grasping the photograph tightly. His father’s face stared back at him, his smile now feeling mocking instead of the comfort it usually was. What would Dad say when they found him? Would he even remember him? Would he be proud of him, or disappointed in what he had become?

He wanted Dad home, there was no question about that.

He just hoped that he wouldn’t be a disappointment next to the child Dad remembered.

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Gordon flipped the light on, banishing the shadows to the corners of the room. He wasn’t sleeping anyways, so might as well do something. A book was picked up and just as quickly tossed aside, unable to hold his attention. He tried jumping jacks, continuing until his breathing came heavy, but he was no more ready for sleep now than he was before. He briefly considered pranking one of his brothers, but quickly discarded that idea. They needed their sleep, and he wasn’t thoughtless enough to deprive them of it. He ended up settled cross-legged on the floor, staring at his fish tank, watching the animals drift slowly through the water.

The motion, though calming, wasn’t enough to occupy his entire mind, and the shadows began to creep back in. Ever since he had found the beacon, he had been fighting them off, but they continued to return, only growing stronger in the dark of night. No matter what he told them, they refused to leave, doubts long-hidden that had not been forgotten with time, only buried.

What if Dad was didn’t want him? He was the odd one out, the only aquanaut in a family of pilots. While the rest of his family had spent their entire lives attempting to leave the ground behind, with varying degrees of success, he had embraced the restraint of earth. Water was his element, not air. He hated flying. He hated space.

Dad had never said anything to dissuade him from his passion, but he had never encouraged him either. Maybe he had been hoping time would cure Gordon of the foolish notion of remaining earth-bound. It probably should have. The rest of the family was so connected, so similar in their desires, their wants, their loves. But no matter how much they tried to convince him otherwise, Gordon knew the truth. His father’s shadow stretched over everything he did. He had made a place, a name for himself while Dad was gone, but with him back?

He didn’t belong.

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Virgil settled his headphones more securely over his ears, adjusting his position on the bench. It wasn’t often that he played his electric piano, much preferring the grand in the family room. The sound was better, and there was always a brother or two around to share it with, but tonight felt like a night to be alone. They were each processing in their own ways, him as much as anyone. He and his father had never gotten along as well as some of his brothers, Virgil reminding Jeff too much of what he had lost.

But they had shared some loves. Jeff had loved music, not as much as Lucy and Virgil, but he had some favorite songs. Lucy had recorded him one night, hiding the camera in the corner to catch his singing, something he never would have done if he had known he was being watched. It was an odd choice for an astronaut’s favorite song, but Jeff had always been a realist. He knew the dangers to be found in space, but he felt compelled to go anyways. It was worth the risk to him.

Of course, the risk hadn’t just taken a toll on him, but on his children as well. Especially now that they knew there was a chance he could still be out there, the song held a whole new meaning. Virgil pressed the start button on the recording, settling his hands on the keys as he played accompaniment to his father’s voice.

Can you hear, can you hear, can you hear my voice?

Coming through, coming through, coming through the noise

The recording continued, Virgil fighting back tears to be able to see the keys. He could imagine his dad singing the same song out in the vastness of space, hoping desperately that someone would hear him. That someone would save him.

It's so dark, it's so dark out here in space

And it's been so long, been so long since I've seen a face

My eyes are shut but I can see

The void between you and me, mm

And I feel, and I feel like I'm going insane

Virgil could only imagine what it would do to someone to live for so long on their own. When they first found out there was a chance Dad was still alive, he had done a deep dive into all the medical research he could find with any bearing on their situation. He knew the effects of low or no gravity on a human’s body, and how to help. He knew what to do if Dad hadn’t been eating enough, how to rebuild a body after prolonged nutrient deficiency. But there wasn’t enough research on what solitary confinement did to a person’s mind. He knew it was bad, that it had been banned as a punishment for years for a reason, but no one knew how to fix the damage it caused.

He didn’t know how to fix it, and he didn’t know how to deal with that. He was supposed to be the one who fixed everything, and he couldn’t let everyone down. His brothers were believed in him. His dad was counting on him.

He didn’t know if he believed in himself.

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Scott pushed himself harder, forcing his limbs to cooperate and propel him even faster down the path. His brothers would have tried to stop him from running at night, but they had all gone to bed hours ago, and he had needed the release. His thoughts were too loud to allow him to sleep, and so he forced himself to go even faster, hoping to leave them behind.

What if Dad didn’t approve of what he had done with International Rescue?

His brothers risked their lives almost daily. What would Dad say when he found out about that?

Tracy Industries now was quite different than it was when Dad left. Scott had done his best, but some of the decisions he had made weren’t very popular. What if his dad didn’t agree with them either?

He ran harder.

What if he had made a mistake in allowing Alan to join on rescues? True, they had needed another astronaut after Jeff’s disappearance, but he was still so young.

What about the scars that each of his brothers bore, both on their skin and on their hearts? He should have been the one to bear those. They never should have had to. What would Dad say when he saw them?

It didn’t seem to matter how fast he went. He couldn’t outrun the voices. They grabbed onto him, closing his throat and tightening in his chest, cutting off his breathing. They took the face of his father, fuzzy and distorted by time, all glaring at him, shouting the same thing. “I’m disappointed in you, Scott. You failed me.”

Scott collapsed to his knees, clasping his hands over his ears to drown out their shouts. All the fears he had fought for years were coming back to haunt him. All the decisions he had made questioned. All the thoughts that kept him awake at night crowded forward at once, demanding to be addressed.

No. Scott pushed himself to his feet, refusing to buckle under the pressure. It didn’t matter what Dad said when they got him back. They were going to get him anyway. It didn’t matter if it was hard or dangerous. They were International Rescue, and that’s what they did. It didn’t matter if the person they were searching for didn’t approve of them. They saved people. And they were going to save their dad.

If he hated Scott when they found him, then so be it. Scott knew he had done what was right, and he could live with a clear conscience, and the knowledge that his brothers were alive because of him. He had done his best, but if his father couldn’t see that, he didn’t know what he would do.

If his father hated him, he didn’t know if he could live with it.

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The next night, wrapped in the warm arms of their father, doubts were laid to rest, and they all knew they would be okay.

Dad didn’t hate him.

He wasn’t a failure.

He was worth believing in.

He belonged in this family.

He wasn’t a disappointment.

He was good enough.

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He was finally home.