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maddyshome · 5 months

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i can explain what i meant by saying the moonscorched form is the delusion of identity. its the lie we think we are turned into reality. rher's speciality.

let me just present my case with all of the fear & hunger termina characters:

levi - his form is the easiest to explain. his past as a child soldier and the background he has with the army made him believe that he is just a weapon. that he is just a number. his life and death are meaningless since he is an object. i have no doubts this was a mindset instilled by his superiors and his military background. levi lives with the illusion he does not matter. the lie that he tells to himself is that he is nothing but a weapon, easily discarded, just another solider sent to his death.

daan - the doctor does not have a moonscorched form. his so called moonscorched form is NOT a form specific to daan as a character. that is the pocketcat. this is the result of daan being born with a blank soul. think of daan like a pov character. the protagonist of the persona games. so why was he a suitable host for pocketcat? most likely because daan was a blank canvas (soul) for pocketcat. the pocketcat is a virus that corrupted the computer and this specific computer called daan has no antivirus. i think the blank soul is the closest soul to the truth since it has no identity that can be corrupted by rher's powers. you can say the delusion could not reach him since he has no perception of himself. daan focuses his life and individuality for others. like his dead wife or the baron.

karin - she is a valkyrie. the valkyrie is a female creature that guides the souls of dead soldiers to valhalla (paradise in the norse myths). but lets not forget, karin is also a journalist in search for the truth. she lives with the illusion she is a harbinger of truth that is burdened by the millions of people harmed by the war that she cannot help. they are dragging her down. the dead soldiers are a burden on her wings. karin has the illusion that she is a savior for these people.

marina - very easy. we get hints at the beginning of her story. marina was not born as a woman, but as a man. if her father knew since back then that she is a he and not a she then marina would become her father's shadow. marina lives with the illusions she is not a real woman and she is burned by her father's duty. she lives with the illusion she owes her father her life as his successor.

olivia - her sister is the machine god. olivia's moonscorched form is a machine-like creature. shes lives with the delusion that she is a failed or lesser version of her sister (she was envious of her sister we get this from her intro). olivia's entire body and ability for movement depends on her wheelchair so her wheelchair became a part of her turning her into a cyborg.

caligura - he was always extremely ugly. its very likely he was bullied as a child. and not just as a child. we see his monstrous side because caligura gave up on humanity. he turned to hatred since he was hated by others. caligura strikes me as a very insecure and hateful individual. his moonscorched form is disgusting because he lives with the illusion he is disgusting no matter what he does or how he acts. he is just a ballsack. no woman wants him. he looks atrocious. no man could ever respect him.

henryk - he wants to be respected. just like caligura, but the difference is that henryk wants to be loved not feared. the gentleman is the new mayor. he has a high position, has a butler, people are FORCED to respect him. henryk lives with the illusion he is someone important, people owe him respect. women should be flattered they were noticed by him. henryk lives with the illusion he has a right to a woman's body because he is the alpha man that pretends to be the nice guy. it's why he kidnaps marina.

marcoh - easy. he looks like a brute type of guy. most people think he is not very smart because he is really quiet and standoffish. his moonscorched form is his own lie. a beast like creature with no human head. he lives with the illusion he is not very bright just like some people say. just another brute.

o'saa - the opposite of marcoh. o'saa lives with the illusion he is smarter than everyone else. he is arrogant and treats people like they are dumb animals. he is a brain like creature that looks down on the other fools who simply try to live. (what's incredibly ironic about o'saa is that his own mindset is influenced by his association with nas'hrah)

THE WEIRDOS

samarie - i have explained it in depth in my last post, but samarie has illusions of grandeur. she thinks people do not see her greatness. she wants to be noticed by marina as someone special, shining like the sun. so her illusion is not accepting her reality and blaming others for not letting her shine.

tanaka - kind of a similar case as samarie. except he lives with the illusion he is just too weak and not a "true" man (maybe what his father wants him to be) that embodies masculine traits (confident, ambitious, strength of will etc)

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so maybe some of you wonder..

why do some characters's "lies" are based on their insecurities and others (like samarie and henryk) are not based on insecurities?

its because we, as people, most of the time think the worst of ourselves. we concentrate on these insecurities and we give them power because we think it is a TRUTH about our identity. sometimes we think its a truth that no one else can see except us.

samarie's and henryk's forms are, at their core, still based on their own insecurities. samarie hides from reality and lives in her lala world where she is radiating. and henryk does the same damn thing. but subconsciously they know their version of reality is a little off so that's how it turns into a insecurity.

OMG GUYS SO SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT ABELLA. GIRL forgive me.

abella - her form looks like a man creature wearing a skirt, not a woman. she lives with the illusion her job, her character and tastes (wears masculine clothing, she is a mechanic, not a feminine woman) turns her into a man. she could be insecure in her own femininity. just like tanaka is insecure because he doesnt think he is "real" man, abella doesnt think she is a "real" woman. i think her case is special since its very likely she was attacked by a parasite like the woodsman (and daan) and this could not be her moonscorched form.

#fear and hunger termina #fear and hunger #i could try to think ab pavs possible moonscorched form but its not at all canon n i got no proof if anyone is interested #i wrote this post for people who didnt see my vision i guess #but i hope yall can enjoy the read #sorry this is the last edit im so sorry i forgot abou abby but she is real easy

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waterfallofspace · 1 year

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9, 42, and 45 for a sick, sneezy vash please, if that’s okay? 😄

Thank you for the ask, of course that's okay!! (it does feature a hint of W/olfwood action too, just a smiiidge, hope that's alright hehe~ It's also a V/ashwood story since, well, I figured that would be alright~!) 1.9k words, prompts 9, 42, and 45, story under cut! 9. “You’re trembling.” 42. “Baby, you’re all sniffly.” 45. “Your nose is literally twitching.” (Brief mentions of anxiety just incase anyone doesn't like that!)

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“hn’chh-! hh’keshh-! ‘Scuse me, sorry.”

“I told ya, no need for the ‘pologies.”

“Y- you did but it’s a hahh... habit. hek’ishh-! Sor-”

A dark look from Wolfwood cuts off the apology, Vash being reduced to stuttering out some nonsensical syllables in his effort to recover. His leg is still, but there’s constant movement in his hands as they attempt to find something to grab onto. Anxiety was never a stranger to the man, despite apparent lack of concern for his own safety most of the time.

The town they find themselves in doesn’t have a motel, which isn’t that unique in these parts. They’ve grown quite used to sharing a room, or even just a bed, wherever they could find one. For instance, they’re currently sharing a guest room above the town bar. Not an awful crashpad, a couch, nice radio, their own bathroom.

It’s secluded from the rest of the bar too, giving them a bit of privacy. Sliding onto the bed, Wolfwood motions for Vash to join him. Surprise crosses his sharp features as the request is denied. Instead, Vash points himself towards the couch, offering a wave over his shoulder as he spins away. ‘Well that’s new…’

“What, suddenly too good to share a bed with me, Blondie?”

“Wh- what? No, not at all! I just… I figured you’d- en’chh-! ih’tshhie-! Excuse me, sorry. Where was I..? Oh right, m- maybe you’d want it to yourself this time and I don’t mind t- taking the couch.”

“‘Cause of your cold? I don’t care, now get over here.”

“Because of my- what? I’m… I’m not sick?”

Wolfwood doesn’t reply, instead he lets the uncomfortable silence settle over the room as he watches Vash. ‘Either he’s playing dumb, and doesn’t want to admit it, or the needle noggin really didn’t notice. Gotta know which before I make my move.’ Under the weight of tension starting to spread through the air, Vash gives a heavy sigh. The breath comes out shaky as his body vibrates, hands starting to rub his arms.

“You’re literally trembling. You tryna tell me that ain’t shivers?”

“It’s not! Well okay… I mean it is shivering, but not from sickness, it’s just cold in here, that’s all! ennchh-! Sorry, excuse me.”

The sneeze brings a fresh round of shudders as Wolfwood raises a brow at the display. ‘So denial it is then. If it was cold in ‘ere I’d’ve noticed long before him.’ A blessing almost slips out, but that’ll just lead to a new round of apologies. Right now it’s more important to get an admittance and go from there.

“Blondie, we’re in a fuckin’ desert. It’s not cold anywhere.”

“W- well they must have the air on! Or… or something… probably the air, b- because it’s so hot out, so they uh… they want it to be cool indoors.”

“Guess I should go ask ‘em to turn it off-”

“Hey- wait no, uh… it’s- it’s actually starting to uh… warm up..? D- don’t bother them. hk’ishiee-! Sorry. They let us stay here, I don’t- I mean we don’t want to be a burden on them-”

A hint of pride starts to break through Wolfwood’s mind as he grins. ‘And there it is. Gotcha.’ Vash has always been hesitant to be a burden. Not a horrible mindset to have for most people, ‘Hell, a few could use more of it’. The problem is that his definition of ‘burden’ includes things such as eating, sleeping, breathing, or simply existing when he’s not actively helping in some way.

Sickness was high on his list of ‘things that make me a burden on everyone I come in contact with’, despite Wolfwood’s constant reminders that he doesn’t mind. However, there is something above it, and that’s ‘bothering someone else’, especially when it’s for a made up reason. Given the choice between admitting sickness or waking the bartender to ask them to turn off the ‘air’ that doesn’t exist, well…

“-Okay fine. I might be… a little bit sick… but- hh’ishh’iee-! hehh- en’chhh-! heh’kshh’iew-!”

“Blessin’”

“Thank you, sorry, it’s really not that bad!”

“Then get in bed ‘fore it gets worse.”

“I uh… I really don’t think that’s-”

“I’ll even read from the book I’ve been finishin’. But that's a limited time offer, Blondie. Goin’ once, goin’ twice-”

Before he can start the next word, Vash hurls himself towards the bed, an excited set of vibrations starting to replace the shivers. Wolfwood chuckles, lifting the blanket from his legs to wrap it around Vash, giving his shoulders a light squeeze. In response the huddled form leans into his lap, head resting against his chest.

“Ready?”

“Yehh… yep!”

“Alright. The second reason he realized she was gone was from the smell. The air had lost a sweetness. One he’d grown so used to he hardly recognized it anymore. That is, until it was gone. -----”

Wolfwood continues reading, his focus being drawn away from the world once more. ‘Would’ve thought romance books were more Blondie’s thing, but… well… after he gave me that one about the garden love story… I guess I could understand the appeal… But only because Vash likes it when I read them. That’s all.’ No one else can hear him, but Wolfwood still feels the need to justify the surge of emotion starting to creep through his heart.

Maybe it was the fact Vash had given him them. Maybe it was the fact that blondie was gazing up with a hazy adoration as each word leaves his throat. Doesn’t really matter why. All that matters is how the words seem to glide off the page, through his deep voice to dance around their heads, playing out each scene as he reads them. This sensation is short lived though, as soon he feels himself snapping back to the bedroom where a soft sound has begun.

“hkk-! guhh…”

“Brushing the branches from his uh… from his face, he starts to cut through the dense forest.”

“heHh-! hhh… Snnff-”

“T- the branches, oh wait read that already, ah here we go. The dense forest. Eyes seem to be peering at him through the-”

“hahHhh- snff- hkIH-! hehh…”

“Through the, uh, the-”

“hhih-!”

“Christ, Blondie. Just sneeze already.”

Vash’s head pops out from its blanket cocoon against Wolfwood’s chest, a pink tint spread across his cheeks that has nothing to do with his cold. Bringing up a single finger to lightly rub his nose, Vash tries to offer a sincere smile. What instead crosses his face is a look that just screams itchy. Wolfwood feels a sympathy tickle through his own nose.

“Wh- what?”

“Your nose is literally twitching. You’re makin’ me itchy from the look of it. Jus’ sneeze, it’s okay. I’ll even pause my readin’.”

“I- I don’t… okay yehh… yes I do- I’m so sorry ehH-!”

“Don’t ‘pologize. Nothin’ to be ‘shamed of.”

“eH’tmmfshh-! hh’mmshhii-! hk’ishh’ieee-!”

He attempts to muffle the first two into his hand, the third escaping with a pitch that sounds incredibly unsatisfying. ‘No wonder he always has these long drawn out fits. Those sound like they do nothin’ to relieve the itch.’ Pausing his analysis, Wolfwood leans towards the nightstand, grabbing a handful of tissues and pressing them into Vash’s unused hand.

A timid smile meets the gesture as Vash brings them to his nose, humming a sigh. The action seems to bring a new level of irritation, his breath snaring as the tissues are gripped tighter. It teases him for a minute, Wolfwood choking back a laugh at the whimper the tissues barely muffle. Finally, after what seems like a lifetime, a desperate “hnnchh-! ih’tishiee-! keshh’ii-!” break through. Wolfwood lets a knuckle crush his own nose, sympathy waves running through it again.

“Blessin’.”

“Thanks. Sor-”

“You’re only welcome if you don’t finish that apology.”

“-So are you gonna keep reading..? hih’ishhiee-! hk’ieshh-! Excuse me.”

“Blessin’s. Good save, Blondie. Remind me where we were?”

“Eyes in the- eh’kshhiee-! forest.”

“Blessin’, alright. So- wait… hold on a sec.”

Wolfwood lets the book rest on his knees, staring up through his sunglasses at the ceiling. Vash attempts to follow his gaze, but can’t notice anything worth staring at. Deciding to ask, Vash leans up to meet his eyes. Hardly a noise escapes before Wolfwood holds up a finger to silence him, tilting his sunglasses down and blinking through the brightness.

“huh’yIEZzshh’oo-! ai’GNZSHhh’oo-! Whew, that’s better.”

“Oh- bless you! Did- did I get-”

“No you didn' get me sick. My immune system ain’t nearly as fragile as yours.”

“Hey! Well then, is- hh’tieshh’ii-! Excuse me. Is something bothering you?”

“Nah, jus’ a tickle. Think it was ‘cause of the itchy look you were wearin’.”

“Oh, okay! S- sorry…”

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, Blondie. Now, back to the book?"

"Yes!"

"Eyes seem to be peering at him through the darkness. Watching his every step, daring him to come closer. Daring him to betray his heart alongside his kingdom. What did they know? Surely not his heart. That was something that couldn’t be known by anyone, not after her. ------.”

Wolfwood feels the words flow from him once more, almost before his eyes can trace their forms on the page. Figures begin their dance, chasing each other in beautiful patterns through the humid air. The only thing pulling him from the daydream that he finds himself in far too often with Vash is the sound of constant sniffles.

There is an outright refusal to address the noises, so instead Wolfwood continues reading, making it through another two chapters before giving in and setting the book back down. Vash looks up with an innocent gaze, absentmindedly rubbing his palm against his nose as another sniff breaks free.

“Baby, you’re all sniffly. You can blow your nose.”

The pet name gets the reaction it was meant to, Vash suddenly laser focused on Wolfwood’s every word. ‘Alright, easy now with this next part. He’s jus’ about there, gotta be delicate. Which… has never really been my strong suit.’ There’s a hint of unease beneath Vash’s smile, palm crushing against his face again.

“I know you’re sick, Vash. You told me that earlier. So you can drop the ruse.”

“We- well…”

“It’s just us.”

Vash flushes as Wolfwood passes him another handful of tissues, but brings them to his nose anyways. He turns away, ever mindful of others, and blows a couple times. The first seems unsuccessful, but by the third he manages to get a semblance of airflow through his sinuses.

Giving a heady sigh of relief, Vash turns back to Wolfwood, mouth open as if to form words. He never gets the chance, the next breath through his sensitive nasal passages bringing his hands up to his face by instinct. Wolfwood chuckles, letting a hand drop to rub his back through the fit.

“hH’ieshh’ie-! keshhh’iee-! hihh- tnnshhii-! Ih’tieshhiee-!”

“Blessin’s. Heh, you’re awfully adorable at times, Blondie.”

“I am no- heH’ishh-! hk’ishh-! tieshh’iee-! not!”

Humming out another laugh, Wolfwood brushes the hair from Vash’s warm skin, planting a kiss on his forehead. Vash responds with a sigh, airy and light, before he sinks back into Wolfwood’s chest, wrapping himself deeper into the blanket. A smirk crosses Wolfwood’s face, ‘Not cute, huh?’ before he lifts the book once more.

There, in the safety of Wolfwood’s embrace, Vash finds himself drifting off to sleep, figures dancing through his mind as the deep voice fades off into a peaceful darkness.

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #thank you for the request!! Hopefully this is acceptable compensation for the wait~ haha #I'm over the burn out that I was feeling before so I'm hopeful I'll get quite a few done!#but i also don't wanna sink back into it- so it might be a touch slower than before~~!!!#but as always if there's something specific you wanna see #feel free to send in a request and I'll see what I can do!#long as you don't mind a bit of a wait~ I promise I love getting them!! sparks my mind hehe~#anyways- hope anyone who reads this enjoys some v/ashwood sweetness~#t/rigun s/tampede #v/ash #v/ashwood #w/olfwood #snz

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sebastian-ciel-mutual-bullying · 4 months

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Black butler AU where everything is the same but Sebastian has chronic acid reflux.

#i don't know who the target audience is for this #i just hope one soul sees my vision #His human larp-ing went so far that he gave himself GERD #kuroshit #kuroshitsuji meme #kuroshitpost #black butler meme #this is stupid. *uploads*#imagine during the jack the ripper arc all this emotional shit was going on and he couldnt enjoy himself #because of said acid reflux #it would haunt him but he'd be too devoted #i don't think he'd tell anyone either. he would just do it for the aesthetic #this is so stupid i don't know why i'm laughing so hard #just picture it

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public-trans-it · 2 months

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Eh fuck it. I'll just make The Discourse Post and just not have it be a fucking text essay.

One of my biggest issues with TME/TMA discourse is how much its based on assigning who is affected by oppression, in ways that are just FUNDAMENTALLY WRONG ACTUALLY.

If your method of analyzing oppression is built on a premise where you if you met the author of "I Am A Transwoman. I Am In The Closet. I Am Not Coming Out." you would look her directly in the eyes and say "You aren't the target of transmisogyny, actually" then quite frankly... your method of analysis sucks shit.

My OTHER big issue is... every fucking post about it sounds like this fucking tweet tbh.

Yeah, I'm sure that the dickhead looking to curbstomp someone who falls outside of gender norms entering a public restroom, is gonna go "Oh! You are a tranny with LADY PARTS! My mistake!"

#anyway im sure the person who's been harassing me is going to have a field day with this one #maybe they will finally come off anon!#fucking doubt it though #coward #also: “Oh that trans person uses he/him pronouns so he is TME”#- A real fucking take that is VERY FUCKING COMMON on this site #about a certain genderfluid individual who trans women like to pretend isn't genderfluid #listen #i do not give a fucking rats ass about him #but GOD is he a great litmus test for seeing how fucking rancid your opinions are about anyone who doesn't fall into a strict binary gender #like... binary genders are fine. Hope you enjoy yours #stop acting like a fucking cop for those of us without one #also YES that last part is transphobic #thats the fucking POINT #anyway im off to bed this is future me's problem to deal with lmao #edit: removing the hyperbolic 'dude' in there cause i can see that bothering people

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dollsuguru · 18 days

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#applying to jobs that are way out of my league/paygrade/level but idgaf i need MONEY i wanna attain it #hopefully i can start doing that next week/mid next week #need to update my resume & apply 😭#i’m also genuinely. so drained from these past few weeks i don’t even have the energy to write posts/read simple stories or read fics 😪#hopefully EVENTUALLY i can do that #i don’t like being in this Slump it makes me MAD #grrrrrrr snarl hiss bark #so i fear i may not be on here as much until the Drainingness goes away </3 #BUT ALSO #tbh. may have to sign back into my armytwt acct again i haven’t been on since summer of 23 #but jin is coming back soon so :3 #AHHHHHHHH i hope things look up! i hope i get whatever i apply for and be blessed w lots of money & opportunities #we shall seeeeeeeee :3 hope everything is going amazingly for everyone! i hope everything works out in your favor @ anyone who sees this!#MWAH! :D #another also. enjoy the taechwita gif it’s one of my FAVS.#personal

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likefolksongs · 1 year

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fall out boy on absolute radio listening party 3.26.23

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the host asks about the parentheses around for in the album title - pete says it's "a double or triple entendre, everyone's trying to be someone and have their moment but that doesn't fill you up" but "there's something to be said about so much stardust." talks about how we're all just carbon, stardust and still can't get it together. he also just love parentheses!

talking about the album as an art form - patrick says they absolutely consider that and sequencing is important. there are a "few songs" which only made the record because of how well they told the story of the album. also love from the other side was conceptualized as an album opener because patrick felt none of the other songs felt like an opener!

the intro to lftos is patrick playing the same piano part at four different speeds, starting in sync and then falling out of sync as it continues - he says it feels representative of the whole album for him

with hold me like a grudge, pete says when patrick first played it for him the verses sounded like 2000s alternative radio hits but the chorus sounded "distinctly patrick" which was an "interesting blend." patrick: hm. thank you. i think. pete: yeah that was a compliment!

hold me like a grudge was the last song they wrote for the record! pete was second guessing other lyrics and sent patrick new lyrics to possibly replace the ones he was feeling unsure about. patrick read them before driving to the studio and by the time he got there the song was basically written in full.

pete makes a comment about how that's at least two songs "that people really like" that patrick's written in the car (referencing lotro); patrick says he's written a lot of songs in the car and pete jokes they should just toss him the keys

pete says it's the worst when you think of something in the car and are sure you'll remember it but you don't. says now when he thinks of something in the car when he's with bronx he'll tell him to write down words to trigger the whole phrase "but they don't make any sense together. i'll be like write this down and he'll be like '...okay." andy: like dad shut up [giggles]

fake out didn't come together until joe heard it! patrick had most of the lead guitar down but none of the rhythm guitar but "joe came in, gave it one listen, and picked up this acoustic. none of us had really thought about acoustic, he just went into the booth and we pressed record and he did it in one take... that became kinda the whole song."

patrick talks about soul punk briefly, says the most surprising thing about making it was that it was very unsurprising, because all the ideas were already in his head. part of why he enjoys working with the band so much is that they have ideas he never would've thought of.

they discuss changing sound - pete says the first time he had that feeling of like "oh i don't know if this is too different" he was scared of it but he's learned that it's a good thing and that there's always going to be so much of the band's dna on it that it Will sound like a fall out boy song

andy: i think a band can not just be a city it can be a continent. writing these different things is building the map to what the bigger picture is

they bring up queen and bowie as examples of artists that kept changing but now when you hear their songs you just think "oh that's queen" or "oh that's bowie." the host mentions he used to hide liking queen from his friends and patrick says he had to hide liking ska from the band. andy says he's had a really big reggae and ska phase recently and loves being able to talk to patrick about it because "he's a fountain of knowledge."

heaven, iowa is one of andy's favorite on the record and he loved it from the start! patrick reiterates a comment from another interview about how he didn't like it that much at first but knew everyone else did, kept asking joe for any and all ideas because he didn't like how much "space" there was and how naked his vocals felt. andy says he thinks space in music can be magical.

they talk about track sequencing again - patrick says he and pete moved "the meat of the album" around many, many times.

pete talks about the pink seashell interlude and being obsessed with mortality. patrick talks about the process of scoring it and how joe added guitar to the string lines which he thinks brought it all together.

they didn't start out thinking they necessarily had a record - patrick says "we went in with neal for a week to see if we had something and by the end of the week we had half the record.”

patrick's been asking people to tell him fan reactions to the record since he doesn't have social media 🥺 "i know i've been driving everyone nuts... i've been asking everyone 'do people like it? what do people think?'" reiterates the dinner for your family line to explain why this record means so much to him.

pete says making an album is kind of like being a climber standing at the bottom of a rock face trying to find a route up; when you get up the route might seem like it was obvious the whole time but it wasn't. patrick chimes in to agree and add that it feels like the song that was the centerpoint of the album shifted many times.

the host mentions that he really likes and relates to the title of "i am my own muse." pete talks about looking at his four year old and thinking about how "at that age, you Are your own muse. you're like 'i just color, i do what i want, i'm not trying to conform to your idea of my creativity' and welcoming some of that back into your life as an adult or an artist is great.'"

the host mentions that his nine year old son's favorite song ever is "centuries" and the band are appropriately flattered (though patrick does say sorry when the host says he's probably heard it more than any other song ever ajfioenaj).

going back to the discussion of different songs being the centerpoint of the album, patrick says flu game was "one of the first songs to have that spot."

patrick talks about not being the most confident guy but that he's learned to share all of his demos; he thinks he might not have played flu game in the past. pete chimes in to say in the past patrick has tried to throw out some of his best ideas.

patrick says flu game "kind of started the record" because it was the favorite out of the first five songs they made with neal. "this was the one that convinced neal i think." pete notes "this would've been an insane record if [flu game] was the lynchpin."

flu game was originally the lead single! pete: you know how we always talk about how if we were gonna fly in a helicopter that i would have to knock you out like b.a. baracus? patrick, instantly: yes. pete: if we had made this the first single you guys would've had to b.a. baracus me. patrick, protesting: that wasn't my choice!

pete says baby annihilation felt like an authentic way to pay homage to his past spoken word bits and he trusted neal to be able to make it work.

they have a discussion about the distinctions between emo/pop punk/straightedge hardcore and pete talks about how arbitrary the labels that are assigned to musicians often are. pete talks about how fall out boy started as kind of a break from the more hardcore stuff for him that he was doing for fun which allowed it to be more freeing. patrick agrees, talks about how andy and pete were in "real bands" so no one was taking fall out boy completely seriously which allowed them to be looser.

kintsugi kid was one of the songs patrick was mentioning earlier that was almost cut from the record but made it because of the track sequencing. patrick says he always felt very strongly about it and believed in it so was very glad when it made its way back on to the record. pete calls it the little song that could.

the host asks about their songwriting process and pete talks about how the best songs are the ones where he and patrick "clash" just the right amount; songs where one of them dominates over the other don't connect as well.

they discuss the different producers they've worked with; pete says every producer they've worked with has felt like the right person for the job. patrick talks about how working with so many different producers is part of why he wanted to go back to neal.

patrick talks about how important it was for this album to be a single producer album; with mania they had so many different producers and he wanted to get back to just being in a routine with the same person. andy: it's the difference between microwaving and actually cooking. patrick: yeah, i agree with that! andy, jokingly: thanks, i'm gonna leave.

patrick calls what a time to be alive his baby. says every time he played it for someone they would say "really?" pete: patrick was really determined to get this song on the record. i felt like gamora like "is it done? what did it cost you?" pete and patrick in unison: everything [laughter]

patrick says he and pete struck a bargain (pete: i don't remember this). patrick didn't want so good right now to be on the record (he wasn't going to name the song but pete told him to go for it) but pete was really advocating for it. patrick said that if pete let him have what a time to be alive he would green light so good right now.

pete talks about how art only really becomes art when it connects with its audience which is part of why they wanted to do those small shows and host listening parties, to see how people reacted

the host asks how their relationship with fame has changed; pete says they had a year or two where they were super famous "and it was not a great life;" talks about how he looks at kpop groups and boy bands and thinks "god bless that it wasn't that long for us." he says he made a point to rearrange his life to be less famous and prioritize his family and the band. also pete makes a star wars reference and patrick does a yoda impression 😭

the hour wraps up with pete asking the host if he still wants a video for his son and they do a quick video for him 🥺

#fall out boy #pete wentz #patrick stump #andy hurley #fob #sorry this is so long they truly talked about So Much #i wasn't gonna do a write up and i doubt anyone will actually see this bc i am not a Big Blog tm #but they just kept saying things i wanted to remember without having to relisten to the whole thing #and i hadn't seen people talk about this interview besides patrick's yoda impression lol #anyways hope anyone who stumbles upon this enjoys!

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kingcriccket · 6 months

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some people seem way too happy abt the creators "TAKEN DOWN" in the hbomb video. people gleefully talking about Somerton's upcoming veer to the right. just always looking for someone they can feel guiltless and happy about tearing to shreds. and bloodletting wasn't the main point of that video. why is that the main takeaway.

#very very odd #idk online culture is so.... gleeful when it finds an acceptable victim #really enjoyed the video but all the discussion im seeing about it is leaving a really bad taste in my mouth #hbomberguy #not trying to defend anyone who plagiarized it's theft and I hope this puts a stop to it #it just. it's offputting. it's cop shit justice served i hope he gets whats coming to him #yk #sorry for the weird spacing my phone is busted

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 6 months

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Are you aware that I'm-a-gay-fish and Zu ship dr//m/are ?/genq

okay so it took me a while to answer this but i finally found the words to so here goes; yeah i do know, and i totally understand if you don't ship it, neither do i, but there's nothing i can do about it?

they're allowed, so long as they don't harm people, to do whatever they want on their own platforms. and before you ask me if i support *ncest, would you actually ask someone if they support toxic relationships and murder whenever they ship two unhealthy killers with mental problems? because that's funnily enough what most people do around here! you can say it's not the same, and that they're romanticizing it, but i can personally detach myself from fiction enough to realize that while this concept depicted in their art shouldn't be recreated in real life, that doesn't mean they actually engage or support people that do that irl- they asked zu the same question so many times, and frog doesn't either and i've known gayfish for three years! you're well within your right to stop associating with them or distance yourself from their content but i myself won't.

i know fiction affects reality to a degree, don't twist my words please, but if you're too young to consume that kind of content with a nuanced perspective or is triggered/affected by it then as long as they tag their content properly then you can unfollow, block and move on. i have a habit of following and reblogging people's works before looking at their bios and before i know it find myself having to choose between two sides i don't belong to and i frankly don't want to! anti this or proship that- in this online era you have to adapt by keeping your cool and curating your own online experience and viewing people in black and whites is stressful, painful and dangerous for everyone involved. i don't even reblog the content you probably have a problem with, and i'm honestly still scared of the response i'll get-

i will not blame or hate whoever unfollows or blocks me for this, it's to be expected, but please don't think about it like some bad vs good guys dilemma? sometimes thought provoking morally grey ambiguous stories with messed up characters spark more positive discussion and healing than people looking into it because they suffer from the same delusions and want a justification-

like realistically, in my blog, most ppl here are basically shipping two literal skeletons with magic in their bones who are sometimes almost the exact copy of one another, and who theoretically have a very similar dna, and sometimes they make shipkids, which, if you know anything about *ncest, is one of the main reasons why you shouldn't bang your siblings - mostly from a moral standpoint because that's so gross i can't even think of it, but also because any offspring would suffer greatly from physical and mental diseases hidden in their genetic code- like. you could argue it's not the same but it's sancest for a reason. and even when they're widely different sanses, you wouldn't think fell x sans is wrong (at least in this specific community) but really we've all just gotten numb to how weird that sounds. trust me, there's a reason we don't talk about our ships to outsiders HHH

TL,DR: so while i greatly encourage you to block people and content you don't want to see/associate with, including me! i hope i made it clear why i, personally, don't care about dreammare and whoever ships it.

#thank you to anyone who made it this far and gave me a chance to voice my opinion :')#sorry this is long but i want to make it as precise and close as many holes as i can with my arguments before i receive an ask about it #it's fine if you do btw i wanna clear any doubts and i know for a fact a loot of you will either leave or be conflicted and trust me i know #it's the whole reason why i was avoiding this conversation! i kept on hoping everyone was on the same page but we're not and that's okay #truthfully i can only hope that the people who'll leave this blog after this take the opportunity to question the fics and media they like #-in the future. don't force yourself to enjoy something you don't but nothing is as cut to the point as 'this is gross stop talking'#for the record you won't see me reblog any dreammare or anything about it because i don't even like them like that so why would i HHH #also i'm sorry but zu is quite frankly the sweetest person i've ever met and frog has been supporting ME for as long as i can remember!!#they're such a big part of this blog and the reason for it's existence so i'll choose them and my principles over faking a view i don't hav #have an amazing day everyone and thanks again for passing by muah muah :'D <333

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Jax doesn't say anything, finding Pomni sitting by herself. There was of course several things he could do or say to bother her. To torment her. Make her permanent stay even more dreadful than it already was. It was the way he coped with being stuck here, but today, he didn't feel that need to torture. Instead, he simply sat down next to her, ears twitching slightly as he moved to hug his legs. ' Dont ask' he says with a soft, slightly annoyed tone. Clearly keeping his walls up, but sometimes, company wasn't so bad.

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: the following content contains descriptions and expressions of suicidal thoughts, self loathing and potential thoughts of self harm. Read at your own discretion and enjoy! This became like a mini ficlet or drabble... so I hope any who give this a chance to enjoy it as well as Dia. ❤️💙 I DID NOT PROOF READ SO SORRY FOR ERRORS.

Things had become a tad too much in the storms that waved heavily in her mind, the thought of continuing to reside in the abnormally gigantic tent had let the evil wolves roam free to rest and claw at the core of herself in insecurities and self doubt. An unconvincing smile, she said she just... needed to go for a walk - alone, preferably. Pomni didn't notice the shared looks between everyone before she sauntered off, still wrapped tight like a forgotten present locked away in a closet.

She found herself on the grounds, a place Caine had introduced her to in a rapid lapse of a few minutes upon her initial arrival. It wasn't until now that the jester decided it was better than choking on air that wasn't her own. Slow footsteps led her to the digital lake, as it was called. Even here, it seemed to shimmer in the false promise of an exit out. If... there was actually a way out.

Pomni found herself sitting at the edge of the water, arms instinctively wrapping around her legs for some needed comfort as her cheek opted to rest on top, making herself as small as she felt. Pinwheels of red and blue hues trained themselves on the rippling lake before her, and even though the reason she came was to escape her thoughts, they seemed to linger, even echo as if she sat in an empty room with nothing but herself inside.

Self deprecating thoughts held itself like a noose around her neck, as she stood at the ready before the gallows with the remaining color of red taunting her from a distance away; a self reminder before she'd take her final step towards a false promise, her final breath before her heart would stop at the word of honor of a nonexistent escape, that there was never an⸺𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙏.

She went a while without blinking unknowingly, lost in the juggling thoughts as her gaze began to blur. Suddenly, Caine's voice, loud and clear, entered her prefrontal thoughts.

𝘋𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘚𝘌𝘓𝘍 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘐𝘎𝘐𝘛𝘈𝘓 𝘓𝘈𝘒𝘌!

The jester let out a groan, shifting from her cheek to allow her forehead to rest on her arms instead. She lifted her head and hit her forehead a couple of times against the cage of herself, hoping she'd find some solace from the relentless thoughts if she had - an unsuccessful endeavor. Pomni stopped attempting and sat quietly within herself, holding tight as close as she could, in hopes that it would help make her disappear completely.

In the stillness of the air besides the gentle waves of the water's current, footsteps were heard shuffling behind her before stopping right at her side, a sigh was expressed and the person sat next to herself just mere inches away. At first, she figured it'd be Ragatha or Gangle, but from the sound of the sigh and lifting her head to take a glance for herself, it was the last person she'd expect to come and spend time with the jester - Jax.

He'd curled himself up as well in the same position as her and suddenly, just his presence kept the pounding thoughts from continuing, now curious as to why he came all the way out here instead of going about his usual activities. But Pomni couldn't help but notice something seemed off about the rabbit, his body language and demeanor spoke volumes for her empathic side.

Before she had a chance to raise any potential question, he shut her down quickly but it wasn't in his normal banter-like tone. His voice sounded like... a hidden sunshine that had been trapped away by a cloudy sky filled with the low rumbles of thunder.

⸺ ❝ I... wasn't going to ask...❞

A white lie, but white lies unless laced with heavy indicators never hurt anyone. She couldn't help but wonder as her multihues still stayed on him as to why - he could've gone anywhere if he wanted to be by himself, after all. So why... where she was? Pomni couldn't think of her woes as much anymore with him here, and maybe somewhere deep inside, she appreciated that. A reprieve from the daunting thoughts that loomed like shadows in the night, waiting to engulf and swallow her whole.

The woman eased from her hold just a little, using her arm as leverage to scooch over quickly and quietly, as to not disrupt him but wanting the opportunity to take a chance at maybe... getting him to open up? Just a little, if he allowed it. Maybe she was reading all of this wrong but, Jax looked like he could use a friend. Perhaps he didn't even see her in that kind of light, but it didn't stop the newfound, yet shy confidence that brewed inside.

⸺ ❝ You know, ❞ she started slow, tearing her eyes away momentarily to look elsewhere to find the words that could help him out as he stayed silent, still peering at the water's surface, ❝ sometimes it's nice just being with someone, even if you don't know what to say. It's been really... rough for me here, but I can only imagine how it must've been for you. And... what you've had to do to overcome it. ❞

A smile, small, had painted like a fragile portrait on her features, her gaze soft as her head canted to get a better look at his face, noticing he looked away as she did off to the side instead. But she wouldn't let that faze her confident spur right now, still pushing to open herself up and allow the words into the air around them freely. This time, her dainty hand reached out to clasp on top of his own larger hand that hung off to the side. Pomni didn't expect anything from this, but she hoped her words would bring some needed winds to nudge his clouds away.

⸺ ❝ I think that's been incredibly brave of you. ❞

After a few heartbeats had passed of silence, her rising nerves suggested for her to move her touch away. But as she was, he surprised her by flipping his glove and taking her hold into his own, gripping lightly. As if through body language alone asking her to not leave, to stay here, with him. The jester's gaze moved from his hand to his face and was welcomed with a soft chuckle and a smile, one that almost made the heat pool at her cheeks. It... was an endearing look on him.

Eyes met and it was as if time had stopped completely between them, captured and locked into the secrets that held behind the door to the soul of each other. Softly, he continued to speak, saying she should give herself more credit and it was cute that she cared about a guy like him. She didn't understand the implications behind his ending words, but she didn't press to know further. Just seeing this little bit of a softer side was enough for Pomni.

The clouds swam up and now she bore witness to the sun gracing her with its simple warmth, and she basked in it. Even her own storms had settled from the simple hook of his smile, and nothing more was said between them. They stayed like that, gently enjoying the silence that no longer felt heavy, reveling in the comfort of their shared embrace between hands. Quietly and almost in an embarrassed manner, he said to never speak a word of this to the others. He'd denied it. And truthfully, Pomni didn't mind the empty threat. If anything, it made her smile widen, a small chuckle dancing past her lips.

For what felt like a while now, she no longer felt the presence of something ominous hanging over her shoulder, dreading something terrible on her soul. She felt light and at ease and judging from how Jax's shoulders had loosened up, it seemed like his worries had vanished, if only for a moment. His smile was something to burn into her memory, and she would, as something sacred and treasured for only her eyes to keep locked away in her heart.

#bxdbunni #diivineray #I PUT A LOT OF TIME AND EFFORT INTO THIS AND HOPE ANYONE WHO READS THIS ENJOYS IT AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT TOO DIA #THIS SHIT ESCAPED ME #funnybunny #because i can and doubt many will see it #inquires from an audience.

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coffeeshib · 9 months

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Hi! I’ve recently visited your page again, after a longer tumblr break and saw your posts about people’s comments on your fics. It made me both sad and angry. Sad because they’ve managed to take away your joy for writing Supercorp and angry that people feel like they can type out any hurtful thought that goes through their head, for a thing that is absolutely free and made with so much passion and care. 😒🤬

For what it’s worth, I always loved the way you write both of them. AND the fact that you don’t ignore Kara’s trauma and struggles. “i’m spilling all my words (but you keep 'em to yourself)” will forever be one of my favorites. Thank you for the hours of joy and fun you have given us! I hope you know that for every entitled commenter there are ten times more people who love your works! 🫵🏻🤘🏻

ahh thank you so much, i appreciate this. i have to say, sc still has me by the neck, i do plan to finish that fic & maybe write some more but it won't be anytime soon. i had hoped that the fandom would calm down with the kara hate after the show ended but i was wrong, it still hasn't changed.

when you've been writing for sc for so long, the frustration builds up, & there have been many times where i felt like i needed to (& did) restrict myself when writing them. it stops being enjoyable when people are constantly calling kara 'stupid' & insult her in many different ways for not being the happy sunshine kara danvers who takes care of lena all the time.

personally i love reading & writing the reverse situation (lena who's being the patient loving one & also the shoulder for kara to lean on) because the show didn't give us enough of that. unfortunately, people don't respond well whenever kara is struggling with her issues & lena isn't the one who's being comforted.

i write what i like & that's what i'm always going to do, but this build up of frustration over the past years & always anticipating kara hate every fic/chapter killed the joy a lot.

i've seen some authors speak about this too & it's genuinely sad to see! people can like & dislike whatever but it's important to note that there are readers out there who don't realize that their personal feelings against kara also affect authors & their love for writing supercorp

#lena is allowed to be hurt & feel sad/angry & she's instantly understood. why isn't the same level of compassion shown to kara?#(don't answer this i know why 😔)#anon that fic is so dear to me & close to my heart!!!#for anyone who's still waiting on an update even after a year..... all i can say is #1) i appreciate the interest & it warms me that you still think about the fic #2) there's still a lot of things to write about & explore in chapter 8 onwards. a crumb i can give you guys is the next chap being about #kara relearning (or not really) how to touch lena while lena is being the supportive Friend :) that she is #anyways i didn't mean to write a long post. i don't like to complain about my little troubles #but i see that you guys genuinely enjoy my work & have been waiting for more so i just had speak on it #also?? maybe this'll bring some awareness? bc i'm surprised this isn't talked about much. doubt if it helps but fellow writers who get it #i see u!!!#anyways thanks again anon!#hope you're having a lovely day #asks

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