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i-dont-hyperfixate-on-fandoms · 1 year

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Interrupting this Broadcast

A Music Meister x OC fanfiction

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Word count: 987

Warnings: Angst, arguing, reference to being mugged

Tropes: Fighting with partner

Synopsis: Most significant others wouldn't be super keen on their partner being a criminal, much less a supervillain. Melody is no different.

Ships: Music Meister x OC

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When Melody returned home that evening, she hadn’t been expecting Darius to already be home. Nor did she expect him to be by the TV, scowling at whatever he was intently watching. Curious, she silently walked to the couch and joined in his watching.

‘—and yet their security cameras nearby show nothing. All that is known is that the 129 civilians have no recollection of arriving or being on the premises as if their memory was wiped. We now go to a statement from Jim Gordon, Chief of the Gotham Police Department.’

Concern overtaking her, Melody finally spoke to break the silence and let her presence be known. “Hey, babe, what is this?”

Darius jolted up at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice. “Oh! Uh, just the news. I’ll change the channel for you.”

“No, keep this on. I’m invested.”

‘At this time, we don’t have much information. Very few minor injuries were found on these victims. The perpetrator has seemingly gotten away, taking around four hundred thousand dollars worth of goods and leaving about one hundred fifty thousand dollars in damages behind them. Most notably, the silver jewel-encrusted grand piano donated by the Chalumeau family is reported missing amongst others.’

Melody whipped her head at this last comment, her jaw gaping. “Darius!? What the hell did you do?!”

“What do you mean?” He asked, eyes rolling.

“What do you mean, ‘what do I mean’? You stole $400,000?”

“No, I simply stole an antique piano and some fancy dinnerware. And some money, I guess.”

“Darius Edward Chapel!” Melody chided.

“Melody, dearest, we’ve been over this,” The man sighed, rubbing his brow in exasperation as the chief of police continued droning, “It’s my whole thing!”

“But why?” She snatched the remote, turning off the TV, “Why do you do it? We’re well enough off, we don’t need that shit! If we were hurting for money, we can get a loan–”

“It’s not just about the money!” Darius shouted. She shifted away at this, her face a mix of frightened, disappointed, and fuming. He sighed once more, reeling back his own frustration. “I… you wouldn’t… I don’t know how to explain it…” he leaned his elbows on his knees.

“Try me,” Melody replied. She cocked her head at him, waiting for him to continue. He looked at her, trying to read her, and huffed as he glared at the floor.

“I just… it… started as a means of… some sort of escapism. Long before I met you. Everything was shitty back then. I had known about my powers for years and was no stranger to manipulating others. But…” Darius trailed off, shaking his head. He gazed to his girlfriend once more, hoping to find a semblance of reassurance to help him continue. A small nod from her was all he needed to continue as he stared once more at the ground.

“But, even then, I hadn’t done much other than get others off my back and maybe persuade some to do me favors. Until one day I was being harassed on the street by some random guy. He eventually pulled a gun on me, and tried to mug me. But as I used my hypnotic voice to get him away from me, he handed me a bag full of stolen goods. The tables had completely turned, and I didn’t even need to use violence. And as I continued to sing to get the guy to fully leave, some others got caught in my trance. I tried to get them to do what the mugger had done with his belongings, and they happily gave me their wallets, phones, and more. It was exciting, being able to steal so easily.”

Melody drummed her fingers on her leg. “And how is theft a form of escapism?”

“I-It wasn’t the crime, it was the extent of power I had over them. I soon began to chase that control I didn’t have in my life. It became a role to play. Charming others with song and dance until they showered me with praises and gifts, helpless to resist my powers. And, of course, as my performances grew in popularity and infamy, I had to protect my identity. So… I fully embraced my part to escape the boring and worthless life I lived.”

Darius lifted his eyes to Melody’s before she exhaled heavily. She opened her mouth to say something, before biting her lip in deep thought.

“I know that it’s wrong. I do. But, at this point, it’s a part of me.” he added, setting a hand beside him in hopes that she would take it.

“Do you still feel like your life is as bad as it was before?” Melody asked, shifting her eyes to her lap.

“Oh… Oh no, not at all! Ever since I first met you, my life has been truly wonderful. You have made this existence so much more amazing than I could ever have dreamed,” he assured, moving his hand to her leg.

“I just feel like I’m not doing something right if you’re still seeking your idea of ‘escapism’.” she breathed.

Darius squeezed her leg. “Melody, love, it’s not that. I’m in too deep– I’m caught in this facade of mine. You have done nothing wrong; this is my own doing. I’ve tried to change this part of me, I really have. I’ve yet to succeed…” He lifted her chin to have her look at him. “That doesn’t mean you’ll have to accept my villainy as morally just. It’s not. I may not be able to escape this path of mine, but I can try to do better for you.”

“How would you do that?”

“How would you have me do that, Songbird?.”

At this, Melody smiled ever so softly. “Maybe try victimless crimes?”

Darius chuckled. “So, you’re not against crimes in general?”

Melody rolled her eyes. “You asked for help.”

“That I did, my dear.”

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butchfalin · 5 months

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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month

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The math just adds up!

#dungeon meshi #falin touden #marcille donato #farcille #I always loved how chapter 27 ends with them both so bloody and 28 starts with them in the bath.#not just because of how iconic the bathtub moment is but because you know they had to scrap off so much gore first.#I think everyone in the party took a very long and methodical bath but Falin was basically *all* blood*.#Being covered in blood is one of those 'just girly things' that women deserve to stop being shamed about.#I just don't think Chilchuck is progressive enough. He probably made them take a bath first B*/#Okay jestering aside I want to just highlight -#The magnitude of Marcille's joy at seeing her dearest friend again! Of holding her and sharing her presence in the same room!#Something about this reunion feels like a beautiful dream you are afraid of waking up from...

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nouverx · 2 months

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"I want to eat you" is their love language and you can't change my mind

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin alastor #hazbin rosie #radiorose #alastor #my art #autodesk sketchbook #they are so freaky they must have so many fucked up conversations like that I just know it #it's their weird way of “flirting” yk what I mean #I headcanon that Alastor HATES burgers and fast food in general ik it's very specific #my artstyle is so inconsistent ahah I'm experimenting don't mind me

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callisteios · 2 months

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i made a character uquiz. i 100% promise you that you will get a character you know AND like

#that's my guarentee #ignore the quiz description #features some of my favourite characters. eg. ianthe tridentarius. jaws. sonny!dog day afternoon. nicolas cage. kendall roy. hope this help #im not going to tag every fandom that's rude #uquiz #quiz #personality quiz #mine #i don't know why i put the sport question i hate the sport question.#wasted like half a day asking stupid questions like 'do we think vriska serqet would prefer football or hockey'

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shopcat · 11 months

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the baby has one parent's little face marking thing and the other's coat because they're a little horse family the world is a beautiful place

#☆#might become really obsessed with horses i'm not sure yet #maybe specifically mustangs and other feral horses... They intrigue me deeply #update i've been informed the thing is called a blaze but i just described it instead in the alt text bc i think clarity matters more than #erm. specificity??#also sorry if i don't know what colour the horses are. someone tell me if u like i like this stuff #🐯#domestic horse (equus ferus caballus)#equid #juvenile #top

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nooling · 1 month

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LOOK I JUST REALLY ENJOY THEIR FRIENDSHIP OK?? You can't tell me they wouldn't hang after their respective personal quests (spawn ending ofc)/emotional breakdowns over their own mortality

EDIT: I forgot to watermark these so now more than ever PLEASE don't repost

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #karlach #bg3 #Karlach 'I could kiss his pointy little face' cliffgate #karlach cliffgate #karlach bg3 #bg3 fanart #my art #I discovered CSP is a lot better than PS for animating #consistent artsyle? I don't know her #I just like their vibes #they seem like they'd be there for each other #maybe karlach just wanted someone to talk at her about absolute nonsense while she processes her own mortality bc that girl needs some help #I JUST REALLY LIKE THESE TWO

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inkskinned · 9 months

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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail''#ah tumblr...#writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" .....#no.... not really.....#idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing...#this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey.#idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me.#i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

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chetchad · 12 hours

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The Best Room They Have Is The Last Room You Want

(Brad Vickers x FEM!reader)

Warnings; sexual jokes, Brad being a little perv, no real smut, barely edited.

Summary; Brad and readers normal nights together as a married couple.

Title from The Best Room by Modest Mouse

Brad sighed, late shifts in the office were always boring and repetitive. He just wanted to go home, crack open some cheap beer, and eat dinner with you. God, just the thought of you sent him into a spiraling frenzy of emotions. Lust, happiness, and longing mostly.

The brunet missed you, even if he saw you everyday and spent every night with you; he'd still miss you dearly. With a small huff, he continued his mind-numbing paperwork and waited for the time to pass.

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Brad parked his small 1997 Honda Civic, white, a little dinged up. But Brad loved it, it was his pride and joy. Pocketing his keys, Brad opened the driver's side door and climbed out, closing it behind him. He walked up the small concrete walkway, humming to himself when he noted that he needed to cut the grass again.

Brad groaned in annoyance when he realized that he could not have put his keys away, and that he had to now use his house key. Fishing the bundle of keys out, he slotted the house key in, a bright pink finish on it. You had insisted on it, as he always lost his keys, and now his keys were all embarrassingly colorful.

Brad snorted and shook his head when he heard the dog come running towards the door, the dog's tail beating against the floor while he waited for his favorite person to walk in. Brad smiled when he heard you talking to the dog, asking if Brad was finally home.

After unlocking the door and opening it, the canine excitedly jumped when Brad walked in. Brad chuckled and rubbed the chocolate lab's head, before walking into the living room where he assumed that you were.

Fuck.

You sat on the couch, only in a baggy shirt and a pair of his boxers. You had insisted on it, if he got to wear your socks; you got to wear his and his boxers.

Brad really needs to thank Joseph for daring him to buy a Hooters T-shirt from said breastaurant. Now Brad gets to see you wear the loose T-shirt around the house, sometimes just it and a pair of panties.

Shaking the dirty thoughts from his head, Brad walked over and sat next to you, leaning over and pecking your lips. Brad toed his boots off, and peeled his socks off, wiggling his now free toes. “How was work?”

You glanced up from your magazine, and smiled at him, “Fine. Still cute as always. The kids got really excited when I told them about the possum in the backyard last night.”

You worked as an elementary school teacher, you taught second grade language arts. You always came back with cute little stories about your class.

“Yeah? That's cute.” Brad replied, looking over at the TV. “WrestleMania? You like wrestling?”

“Wanted some background noise while I cleaned up around the house.” You shrugged, looking back down at the PlayGirl magazine.

Brad shook his head fondly at you, a bit jealous that you were looking at porn right in front of him. But, then again, you seemed bored looking at it.

“You know, I'm kinda jealous that you get to work around a bunch of little seven year-olds and teach them to spell n’ stuff.” Brad sighed, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in the old couch. “I have to work with brawly guys.”

“Hey, what about Jill?” You asked, tossing the magazine on the coffee table.

“She counts too. She beat everyone at arm wrestling and thumb wrestling.” Brad mumbled, his bottom lip jutting out in a tiny pout.

“Aw, is Brad jealous that I get to work with a bunch of cute kids?” You teased, leaning towards him with a cheeky smirk. “‘Cause it's not all sunshine and rainbows. Just yesterday I had to help one of the kids clean puke off of his shirt.”

Brad grimaced, a look of disgust across his face, “Ew…”

“Yeah.” You hummed, pecking his cheek and leaning back against the arm of the couch.

“My point still stands, I'd rather deal with puke than some grown man with his boner.” Brad muttered, not realizing how lewd it sounded.

“Brad, are…are you giving sexual favors?” You asked with a shocked look, unable to hide the childish grin.

Brad's head snapped up, and looked at you with a bright blush across his cheeks. “W-what?! No!”

“You sure?” You giggled, staring at him with amusement while you rested your feet in his lap. Brad gave you a side-eye, and a little sneer.

Before Brad could open his mouth and give a rebuttal, the doorbell rung. You stood up and walked walked over to the front door, Brad shamefully watching your hips sway with each stride. With a small groan, Brad grabbed a throw pillow and laid it on his lap, covering his semi-hard bulge.

You came back with a take-out bag in hand, fondly rolling your eyes when you saw his lap-pillow. You set the bag next to the magazine on the coffee table, walking to the kitchen and opening the refrigerator.

“What do you want?” You called out to Brad, listening to him excavate through the bag of Chinese food.

“Beer.” Brad called back, letting out a small ‘yes!’ when he found crab rangoon.

You walked back with a beer bottle and Pepsi, setting them down on the little table. You plopped down next to Brad, reaching down and grabbing the orange chicken and the plastic fork, along with the fried rice.

After the two of you ate dinner, let the dog out, and shared a cigarette on the back porch, you guys were back in your bathroom.

Brad was taking a leak, while you brushed your teeth over the sink. With the toothbrush in your mouth, you looked over at Brad and down at the toilet.

“Is it awys tht crlor?” You asked, your words muffled with toothpaste.

Brad looked up from his dick, and at you with a small glare, “My urine is a normal color.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned over the sink, spitting the glob of foam out of your mouth. You gargled some water and spat it out, wiping you mouth after and moving to the side when Brad walked over to wash his hands.

Brad brushed his teeth and watched you apply face cream and moisturizer on, his eyes were full of love and pure awe. Brad always wondered how he got such a gorgeous woman to date him, let alone marry him.

God he was lucky.

Brad smiled around the toothbrush when he watched he leave the bathroom, listening to the sheets rustle when you climbed in bed. After Brad finished up in the bathroom, he changed into sweats and a plain, white t-shirt.

Crawling into bed, Brad wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a soft kiss against your skin. Basking in the way you curled back into him, Brad smiled brightly and closed his eyes.

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

#resident evil #brad vickers #brad vickers x reader #my fic #s.t.a.r.s.#no smut #sorry #i don't know if i like this or not

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kozzax · 2 months

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It's times like these, when Grian refers to snails as molluscs and gastropods, that I remember he has a degree in marine biology. In retrospect this makes the fishing arc funnier I think.

#me vibing #hermitcraft #grian #not that people outside marine bio don't know snails are molluscs #it's just. not the world's most common knowledge i feel like #so it unlocked the 'hermit real world achievements' memory file in my brain

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heedra · 9 months

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talking to preschoolers is awesome bc they have not fully differentiated stories into 'true stories' and 'imaginary stories' yet so you will tell them about something that happened you once (coyote came out of a bush right in front of you and got startled) and they will tell you about how one time their house was full of coyotes in every room 'including five in the garage' and they're not even like, aware i think of the idea that they are technically 'lying'. they are simply telling stories about coyotes bc its time to tell stories about coyotes.

#like ppl will be like 'kids love to lie' but i think whats going on is the human inclination to storytell. which is pointedly different imo #and like to be clear im not saying they dont know there weren't actually coyotes in their house #its just that like. they don't know why it would matter

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artkaninchenbau · 1 month

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A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

#Sir Crocodile #Monkey D Dragon #Emporio Ivankov #Dragodile #Crocodad #My art #One Piece #We're not gonna talk about the work I should be doing rn I have Severe Procrastinitis and I'm doing my best okay #Alternative version where it was both Crocodile and Garp beating Dragon's ass before Iva-chan joined in but that was too much effort lmao #I'm a believer in Dragon being a Wind Logia so don't worry guys he is 100% taking this beating intentionally #He knows what he did and he's dealing with the concequences of his actions. With grace.#You know I realize Iva-chan should be two whole meters taller than Crocodile but we're just gonna ignore that #Look Iva-chan taking Crocodile's side and being like ''Crocoboy is right you fucked up bad Dragon'' brings me joy #And for real I've been wanting to draw this for months. But never did because I had other shit to do. Which I still do #But. You know. Sometimes you need to draw a shitpost. It's ✨ self-care ✨#And appearently One Piece shitpost comics have become the thing I draw for myself on occassion

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bloggingboutburgers · 23 days

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I dunno, sometimes it feels much better to have a neutral word to describe a neutral reality rather than being defaulted to "gay" at best and "frigid bitch" at worst

#no one can know i don't like sex #international asexuality day #asexual #asexuality #ace #my art #nonburger

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abracadaze · 2 years

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i feel so bad for nikola tesla like imagine spending years beefing with a guy who has conned the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and you end up dying broke and starving and alone and then 100 years later another guy cons the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and he's doing it all IN YOUR NAME. he must be rolling in his grave like a fucking rotisserie chicken

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egophiliac · 26 days

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bring back zooterkins, the best 17th-century swear word

I don't normally do Just Characters Swearing, but. ...this kind of wrote itself and then wouldn't leave my head. it comes from both a piece of character-writing advice that has always stuck with me, and also my conviction that Leona is 1000% funnier as a character if his dialogue has to stay G-rated. let Kalim say fuck, but don't let Leona say bastard.

(I'm sorry)

#art #twisted wonderland #(sort of atemporally somewhere between episodes 6 and 7?)#(i - i wanted that lilia joke okay)#long post #tumblr went 'you can post up to 30 images now :)' and i was like well okay then #anyway once again i'm sorry #i'd say i don't know why i did this but actually it is because i wanted kalim to scandalize everyone #i tried to keep it...you know...tasteful. a tasteful amount of fucks.#hey remember how the framing premise for the original birthday interviews was that yuu worked for the school paper #because i have never forgotten. in my head they are still getting up to all kinds of wacky reporting hijinks.

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honetii · 4 months

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I'm like super normal and not unhinged in the slightest (I spent 3 days formatting, printing, and binding a niche internet story about sci fi football into a 280 page physical book)

#it's a little crusty around the edges but. i am not a professional i just like binding books #the colored dots are bc my printer is strictly black and white and i needed a way to differentiate text colors #so. posca pens.#all the videos are QR codes !!#17776 #is there even a fandom for this i legitimately don't know #if there is i love y'all

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