#d.e. writes

[bunnieswithknives]

hello! Quick question, my friend is writing a YHS FIC and they really want to get the characters accurate. Do you have any major personality details about YHS!Bunny and what their goals are? Of why they want to investigate and stuff like that?

Also, if you don’t mind: In the Mx. Sinister animatic, there was a scene with bunny and a bunch of written papers and we’re having trouble deciphering some of them. What does this one say?

Thanks in advance!!

Bunny is meant to be a character with schizophrenia, though I'm sure my portrayal isn't very accurate(partially just because I suck at staying in character lol) but this is nonetheless a central part of them!

Bunny's delusions and paranoia lead them to very frequently feel unsafe and isolated. Even when they aren't experiencing hallucinations, their negative symptoms mean they struggle to keep friends.

The disappearances caused a very sharp spike in their symptoms. Nova, previously being one of their few friends a suddenly withdrawing' and having 180 personality shift and was massive hit to their very slim social life and an even bigger hit to their paranoia. I'd say that was the moment when they went from a more passive paranoia to full blown red-string conspiracy, and obsessively taking pictures of everyone and everything (The polaroid camera is a result of one of their delusions, they are terrified of anything hosted digitally being tampered with and so the polaroid are loophole that they can use to assure themself of reality)

Bunny's main goal in life is to feel safe. Unfortunately for bunny, that's kind of unattainable in a town like that.

Especially in the current arc of having been kidnapped and tortured... yeah lets just say they aren't doing so well. Quite a few things they were paranoid about have been validated, they are in constant agony from their missing face chunk and they have developed multiple substance addictions from being force fed pills. Their safety is now totally and utterly out of their hands and I think its kind of broken them a little bit, they are so miserable and hopeless that its kind of wrapped back around. To put it simply they definitely have some Stockholm syndrome going on.

Fizzy takes care of them, Fizzy helps feed them, Fizzy makes sure they don't bleed to death after Chaos hurts them.

Chaos likes(?) their company, Chaos gives them happy pills, Chaos doesn't kill them.

In a very twisted way Fizzy and Chaos are all that they have, and the only people who still care about them.

As for the photo:

it doesn't say anything in particular, its meant to be incoherent nonsense but if I remember correctly its "No" "Yakuza?" "Could be" "Spies?" "Maybe"

#yhs #yandere high school #yhs reboot #yhs bunny #On the Chaos' character not killing mine I am honestly so obsessed #The deal Chaos made with Fizzy was explicitly that Chaos could not kill Fizzy as long as I am still alive #Note that the deal does not say Chaos cannot kill me #Also note that Chaos' character fucking d.e. s.p.i.s.e.s being trapped this way #Chaos wants Fizzy DEAD canonically Chaos told me this themself #But they literally dont because they love torturing me soooo much #They literally refuse to kill me even though it would only benefit them in every way #All because they like my company('my company' being code for them torturing me LOLOLOL) #anyway I am so normal about our characters(lying) #Fun bonus: Bunny's default handwriting literally looks like they are going insane even when the contents are totally normal #Their grocery lists look straight out of a horror movie- writing sideways and upsidedown crammed onto napkins in chicken scratch handwritin

[zmediaoutlet]

Wet tingling heat kicks him out of a light doze and Sam jerks, his left leg drawing up dumb and defensive, only there's solid warmth in the way and he can't pull back. What, he says. Or makes a sound like that.

Humming dumb chuckle down at his crotch. He squirms, sinks his hands into soft sweaty hair. Brain coming back online but checking things off all in the wrong order: good, hurting, Dean. Not a bad combo. What, he says, again, and his dick is cold—warm hot slipping away—his balls in soft fingers, a pressure at his hip, and there blurred against his pelvis, smiling, c'mon, Sammy, get the lead out.

His knee falls open. Dean's shoulders between his legs and a hot hand slipping up his side, thumb over his nipple, fingertips in his armpit. He's tipsy, formerly drunk, events still proceeding well enough that a hangover hasn't started. A fuck happened previously but he doesn’t actually remember the details other than that his dick is sticky-feeling, warm, a lurking heat somewhere between his hipbones that could go either way. His lips tingle and he lifts an arm over his head, stretching, a headboard somewhere up above and the sheets tangled around damp and hot.

Do it again, Dean says. Oh, if wishing made it so. He tips his knee in against the warm shoulder and there's a heavy moving weight over him, damp too, prickly hair against his thigh and then hands against his chest, his shoulders, gripping, total demand and assumption but one that for once he doesn't mind. A drag against his hips and then warm closing heat against his sides, soft-plush over his dick, dragging sticky, sweet. He reaches down and finds—a thigh, a hip. Prickly stubble, like bush trying to grow out, and an image assembles itself: thick endearing cut cock, heavy dark balls underneath. Shaved a lot of the time but buzzed short the rest. Curving up, dark at the tip, pretty, and cute under all that, just this total rush of affection to see it—knowing the salt at the head, the bitter bleach of the slit, the crushing softness there at the base where it's so easy to suckle and make the most insane sounds happen, up above. He fingers there, rough, and gets more sound above—puffed little gasps, like he's putting his fist into a stomach—and then, below, tight hot skin, and then wet—oh, wet—which is all things good, and hot too, and a clutching furl he can slide three fingers in easy as thinking it, and how it grips around his knuckles, and flexes, and he pulls in tight and makes all that hot heaviness above him squirm, and groan, and he thinks only then about the shape of his brother's ear and shoulder and flexing arm, braced on the headboard, his head thrown back, his body shoving down into the feeling.

He licks his lips, curls his fingers. Dean's hand on his pec squeezes hard, his hips rolling back. Sammy, he says, like it's a question. Like whatever the answer is, he doesn't mind. Awkward to have the pinky finger sticking out like an unwanted bit of rebar—he tucks it in with the rest, and pushes, and over the top of him there's this electric lurching spasm, all the weight centered there on his slippery knuckles, on how when his forearm flexes and he pushes up his hand sinks deeper into tight safety and he feels—like if he just kept going, if he pushed harder and focused, he'd get up inside where it's dark and close but nevertheless safe. Like if he was in there no one would be able to see, or know, and it would be okay. Everything would be okay.

It's possible he's more than tipsy.

His thumb braces back behind Dean's balls. Does it hurt, he wants to know. Yeah. Not a complaint. He reaches up and finds a sturdy wrist and tracks it to an elbow to a bicep to a shoulder, flexing, and holds his other hand still and lets Dean churn his hips against it, like if he worked hard enough he could fit the whole thing inside, somehow. Only that's not what he wants, is it? Not the fist. Please. Or is it both? The hand, the dick. A gun or a bottle. Everything? God—God, Sammy, I—

Off the headboard, fingers digging desperate at his dick. Squeezing, familiar, and a thick coiling ache in the pelvis responding. In the moment it's only thing that matters: an interlocking of want and need—a question asked and needing an answer. He's thick now, stiffly urgent, and he tugs out his hand and takes sweaty hips in a firm grip and pulls, and a shift above and a tilt and—encapsulating heat, raw and wild, shivering on oversensitive skin, insane. His hips curl into it and then relax.

Less urgency above, too. Like having gotten what was wanted there's now time enough in the world. He slides his grip and gets a fat double-handful of ass, and tips up his chin, and there's—a kiss, soft. Lips on his and then on his cheek, his temple. Breath against his ear. Missed you, Dean says. It's been half an hour at most but it isn't ridiculous because of course. Even with a hundred thousand miles right at each other's sides, even with knowing each other inside and out, even with confessions spilt and innermost thoughts known it's not enough. How could it ever be.

Sometimes he imagines climbing fully inside. A gross and terrible dream. Pushing in and stretching up and occupying the same space entirely. Skin against skin and bones settling alongside bones, two hearts beating in a solid four-part rhythm. Breath coming into one set of lungs and coming out the other. But—that wouldn't work, either. The best part, the only part that matters, is that immolating instant when one pierces the other—when there's that second, or a fraction of a second, when he breathes in and Dean breathes out—when it matters that they were separate, and now they're not. Have to separate to get that back again.

Dean sighs, against him. Feels good, he says.

Sam opens his eyes and the world settles a little more firmly onto its normal spin. He can't see much because it's dark but there's neon through the curtains and a moon beyond that, and anyway he's spent half his life scouting through the dark and what was it all for, if not this. Dean's face forms out of shadow. Sam, he says, soft.

Promise, Sam says, thick and dumb, and Dean nods fast and immediate like it was what he was expecting Sam to say—he leans forward over Sam's body, elbows either side of his head, like he's shielding him from something—his own dick soft, spent, dragging on Sam's stomach—rocks back and says I promise, says I do, says in some place Sam can't hear but knows it's true: I will, I will, I will.

#wincest #happy wincest wednesday #my writing #i wrote this while definitely drunk #after playing like five hours of d.e. #that explains most of it

[yellow-yarrow]

they should invent a philosophical writing style thats not boring or incredibly hard to understand

#thinking about reading lyotard again and also delueze but im not smart enough to get it #downloaded the ccru writings only because of mark fisher and jesus christ..jesse what the fuck are you talking about #well i mean its more like esoteric ramblings than philosohphy #still i find it really interesting #i need to read anto-oedipus to understand libidinal economy better so i can finally make that d.e. post

[megarywrites]

I was happily writing a bit during my break (as one does when they’re a slave to the capitalistic machine but really just wish they could be creatively productive 24/7) but then got to a point where i’d need an in-world date for a gravestone and had to stop and think for a while before i could 1) think of when in time this is happening in-world, because i have already added hints of events in main series and want this to be as accurate as possible, and 2) come up with an equivalent for A.D/B.C to tack onto the end of the dates, and i just figured it out! On with my previously scheduled writing lol

#writing journal #so the first ‘age’ of Dracrie is called ‘Draakon Emria’ which translates to ‘the dragons’ age’ #so it’ll be used as D.E. after dates in the books #but that won’t be for a while because where we’re at right now is the second age #which is called ‘Nacratyn Homdar’ which is translated to ‘after the breaking’ or ‘the effects of Nacratyn’ #so; N.H. #pretty proud of myself ngl lol #oh! that also means i have Thala’s (and Solera’s) birthday figured out #Thala’s is just after the new year (which is in the springtime for Grea) in 958 N.H. #Solera is born about six months after that (she’s a summer baby 😌)

[48787]

I really like the song Do I Make Myself Clear by Zalinki because it... sounds nice. No other reason, just a funky little song that fills me with... joy! It has nothing to do with anything else, no don't look at the fact that I've been playing Disco Elysium, that game just also has good music, no other connection.

#Yes of fucking course this is a vent post #but it's a very small vent post and I think it's more productive to think of the similarities in themes between the two pieces of art #And while I only came to this conclusion because I relate to those two things on a vent-y level I think the theme of: #“Do I make myself clear? Or would that make it worse?” #Is a very *neat* theme shared between the two of them about the idea of allowing yourself to be genuine vs masking intentions #just enough and for just long enough that you can be genuine in the future #I hope this post doesn't put fucking D.E. stuff on my dash (Deliberately avoiding spelling it out in the tags) #because I am nowhere fucking near being close to beating that game #I spend a minimum of like 5 goddamn minutes on every dialog option considering that theme #and trying to figure out how it relates to my lack of understanding of the D.E. world and wanting to avoid saying something that #“makes it worse” due to being genuine but having an incomplete understanding of either the world or myself #But anyway if I were to write anymore it'd probably become too overly specific or referential to my own perception #and then this post would *truly* enter dangerous levels of vent post

[rollercoasterwords]

hi rae, i was wondering if there was any specific reason for y regulus is the first one to leave/rebel in atwmd, and sirius being the one who is the most dedicated to being a death eater, bc their roles r inversed from what they r in canon, and im curious if there is a reason y u chose to do that or it was just something that worked better for the narrative (just to be clear bc the marauders fandom is a bit weird, this is a genuine question, im not shitting on your characterization)

lol appreciate the clarification dw tho i get what ur asking! it's mostly explained in the fic in pt ii + the reg pov ch, but happy 2 summarize & explain the thought process etc.

atp i no longer remember if i was planning 2 have reg be working w the order or just be dead when i first started the fic, but i decided pretty early on that i wanted him 2 have a locket-arc similar 2 canon & to be seemingly dead when the fic begins bc i love giving s a dead brother <3 & from there i decided it would work better 2 have him secretly be alive + joined up w the order bc that helps explain how s comes around 2 working w them. so then i had 2 figure out how 2 make that fit both their characters!

the thing abt this fic is that i'm still writing it trying 2 preserve like...what i personally view as the characters' core traits/key parts of their personalities from canon, just transplanted into a completely different world. so s is actually still less dedicated 2 the d.e. than reg in this fic; s is essentially forced 2 join the d.e. the way that some parents ship their gay kids off 2 military school (in the u.s. at least), but bc of the way he was coerced into it he resents the d.e. from the beginning & even tho he's internalized many of the prejudices he grew up with he still has a pretty strong moral compass that creates this ongoing internal conflict w what he's doing. at the same time, the power he gets from becoming a higher-ranking d.e. is what allows him 2 then go let loose & like...fuck around + be gay, essentially, without fear of repercussions, bc he can basically do whatever he wants in private (even if it becomes a bit of an open secret) as long as he's got this scary public-facing persona. so he chafes against pureblood society more throughout childhood + into adulthood, but he's also powerful + charming + able 2 succeed in that world.

reg, on the other hand, doesn't rebel the same way s does growing up + kinda flies under the radar, which would be fine in theory--except reg does want 2 be powerful + recognized, & he develops this sort of inferiority complex + almost resentment of his brother in some ways. that's why he compares s 2 a sponge in his pov ch; even tho s kind of protects reg growing up by taking up their parents' negative attention, he also soaks up all the positive attention, and reg ends up feeling forgotten. as they get older, this same dynamic is echoed in school, where s gets shit on 4 being gay but also is undeniably magnetic + talented, and reg doesn't understand why his brother can't just be normal bc he'd be so popular if he didn't insist on like. being so open abt who he is. & then s joins the d.e. + suddenly he's like this entirely different person & everyone is scared + in awe of him, and he doesn't have time 4 reg anymore. & even tho reg has resented him 4 soaking up all the attention, s is also the only person who's actually paid attention 2 reg in turn, and suddenly that's gone, and he feels even more invisible. so he goes + does this fancy difficult alchemy program but even then nobody seems 2 care, so he finally decides 2 join the d.e. himself bc he wants 2 become a powerful + noticeable person the same way his brother is.

so as in canon, reg actively decides 2 join the d.e. in this fic, and wants 2 be there. but when he joins s pulls the same old trick: he starts soaking up all the attention, suddenly becoming one of voldemort's best soldiers. & for s he's trying 2 protect his brother from being noticed + used for horrible things, but bc he's doing such a good job of it reg doesn't even know what he's being protected from, and he resents s 4 stealing the spotlight again. so reg decides he'll have 2 get voldemort's attention some other way, & he starts paying really close attention 2 things + picking up information he probably shouldn't, which leads 2 him figuring out about the horcruxes on his own--but through that process, he realizes how stupid he's been 2 join the d.e. & like...the depths of depravity in the organization, & ironically by trying 2 impress voldemort he's learned way too much & essentially doomed himself, bc he knows voldemort will kill him if he finds out, and he will find out eventually. so in his frustration + hopelessness reg decides "fuck it if i'm gonna die i'm gonna go out swinging" & goes after the horcrux on his own, & that's when the order intercedes bc they've been after this same horcrux, & james saves his life, & then he's like hey wanna join the order. & reg is like well. what else am i gonna do i basically need 2 kill voldemort now if i ever want 2 show my face in britain again.

so even tho this leads 2 reg rebelling + joining the order rather than s, the roles aren't actually meant 2 be inverse to canon! in fact, the reason s doesn't rebel is largely bc he's trying 2 protect his brother, and then once reg is dead he's just kinda going thru the motions. he's a product of his environment & so there's only so far his questioning goes; he disagrees w a lot of pureblood society but doesn't really question the foundational assumptions (wizards + muggles are inherently different; wizards r superior 2 muggles) + still goes along w the path of least resistance even when it eats at him, etc. but ironically from the pov of basically anyone who didn't grow up w them it seems like reg rebelled + joined the order, even tho reg was the one who actually wanted 2 join the d.e. (unlike s!) so their actions kinda flip-flop, but their motivations remain the same as in (my interpretation of) canon: reg decides 2 join the d.e. + then changes his mind + works against them; s acts out against his family + gets punished for it + ends up doing his best 2 protect those he's loyal to + himself--only in this world, when he acts out + gets punished there's nowhere 4 him 2 turn, and the main person he's loyal to is reg, so he has 2 figure out how 2 protect himself & his brother as a d.e. fun!

#ask #wfrau

[hannahhook7744]

'The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook' Moodboards (Revamped)(Part 4);

Liberty Edith Titan.

Age 15 years old.

Daughter of Arges the Cyclops and .

Cyclops and Back Up Carpenter of The Storm Bringer.

Family: Arges the Cyclops (Father),

(Mother).

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Wood carving, bug/insect collecting, painting, embroidery art, metal working, arson, playing games, playing ball, taking care of animals, weapon making, listening to music, fruit picking, dumpster diving, treasure hunting, carpentry, hunting, running, hiking, climbing, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Wooden Club.

She doesn't have magic but she does have inhumane strength and she's strangely good at mimicking people's voices.

Theme Song: "Roar."

Michelle 'Misty' Del Rey-Silver.

Age 16 years old.

Daughter of John Silver and Marina Del Rey.

Mermaid and Diver of the Storm Bringer.

Family: John Silver (Father),

Marina Del Rey (Mother),

Shania Silver (Sister).

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Dumpster diving, treasure hunting, diving, swimming, playing the bongos, swimming with the sharks, smoothie making, jellyfish catching, fishing, water fights, sea shell collecting, sand sculpture building, listening to music, dancing, exploring, playing games, Whale baiting, Jewelry making, sculpting/carving, tattooing, scavenging, racing, knitting, and story telling.

Weapon of Choice: Harpoon.

She has mermaid powers but not magic.

Theme Song: "Just the Way I Am."

D.E Anonymous.

Age 12-15 years old.

Daughter of Unknown.

Anonymous Helper of the Storm Bringer.

Family: Unknown.

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Singing sea shanties, dancing, parkour, hide n' seek, reading, playing cards, embroidery, sewing, writing, art, self designing, spying, babysitting, climbing, swimming, pickpocketing, and crocodile wrestling.

Weapon of Choice: Slingshot, Catapult, Canon, and Rocks.

It is unknown whether they have any magical abilities or powers. Oc is based on @dragoneyes618 .

Theme Song: "Secret."

Shan Bri.

Age 13 years old.

Daughter of Shan Yu and Xianniang.

Back Up Kid Wrangler of the Stormbinger Crew.

Family: Shan Yu (Father),

Xianniang (Mother),

Shan Desiree and Shan Deja (Sisters),

Shan Simon, Shan Shing, and Shan Shiro (Brothers).

Pet(s): Fernando (Succulent).

Hobbies: Archery, gardening, cooking, baking, various forms of art, sparring, playing games, wrestling, swimming, playing with fire, sword fighting, learning languages, surfing the web, horseback riding, rat trapping, hunting, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Bow and Arrow & Butterfly Knife.

It is unknown whether they have any magical abilities or powers. Oc is based on @mysticfables .

Theme song: "Warriors."

Tiger Khan.

Age 14 years old.

She was found and adopted by Shere Khan for unknown reasons, learned to talk from other isle kids, and was simply known by Tiger.

Translator of the Stormbringer Crew. 

Family: Shere Khan (Father).

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Drawing, Embroidery, Hunting, fishing, writing, reading, watching tv, vandalism, graffiti, dancing, swimming, parkour, climbing, cooking, sailing, photography, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Bone Knife and Knife Gloves.

They have no magic. Oc is based on @panthera-tigris-venenata .

Theme Song: "Welcome to the Jungle."

Fiona Freelend Foundling.

Age 8 years old. Abandoned/orphaned fairy child with dark wings that just popped up on the isle out of nowhere. No one knows who she really is.

She is the look out of the Stormbringer Crew.

Family: None/Unknown.

Pet(s): Bagul (Skunk).

Hobbies: Dancing, drawing, collecting stuffed animals/creepy things/bugs/silly bands/slap bands, acting , sewing, coloring, having tea parties, listening to music, trick or treating, playing dress up, knitting, meteorology, creative writing/poetry, arts and crafts, catching fire flies, acting, learning, and gardening.

Weapon of Choice: Bat Handled Sword.

They have fairy powers.

Theme song: "Hide and Seek."

Noah Sage Napoleon Bradford Aoratos.

Age 8 years old.

Son of Persephone and Hades.

Prince of the underworld and cabin boy of the Storm Bringer.

Family: Hades Aoratos (Father),

Persephone Athanasiou (Mother),

Melinoë and Makaria Athanasiou and Skia Aoratos (Full Blooded Sisters), 

Zagreus Athanasiou (Full Blooded [allegedly] Brother),

Hadie Aoratos (Twin Brother),

Treycor Fae-Aoratos, Alex Aoratos-Sinclair (Half Brothers),

Darcy Aoratos (Half Sister).

Pet(s): Cerberus the dog.

Hobbies: Playing in Haul's band, hide and seek, dress up, tye dying things, making flower crowns, playing house, running errands, braiding hair, making plants grow, watching cartoons, coloring, gardening, listening to music, singing, dancing, treasure hunting, dressing up his stuffed koala, tea parties, building minatures, collecting stuffed animals/bugs/silly bands/slap bands, acting, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Stygian Iron Sword.

He has demigod powers, can see ghosts/the dead, and has Persephone's abilities.

Theme Song: "I'm Just A Believer."

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney #descendants au #wicked world #disney descendants au #the marvelous misadventures of hannah hook and co #the marvelous misadventures of hannah hook #descendants ocs #disney descendants ocs #descendants alternate universe #disney descendants alternate universe #moodboards #etc

[redheadgleek]

January 2024 books!

I had some vacation this month. I also had an entire week when I was stuck at home without internet due to the ice storm. So I read a lot, mostly very light, fluffy comfort read books.

What I read:

Nine Goblins by T. Kingfisher. A novella about war as experienced by goblins. As usual from a TK book, a little gory, a lot witty, with some fun characters.

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. I've read so little of Neil Gaiman's books and I really enjoyed this one. I thought it was quite inventive and I liked how the passing of time was framed.

Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing by Matthew Perry. It's an odd experience reading a book written by a person who has died. He had a lot of mental health problems, and I'm so sad that the medical world failed him so much.

All Systems Red by Martha Wells (audiobook). I read the novella last year and have been wanting to read the whole series, but I had already forgotten details, hence the audiobook. It was a great way of seeing things through Murderbot's eyes. I just got the next book from the library, so that will be my next listen, I think.

Miss Buncle's Book by D.E. Stevenson. A very charming book about a woman who scandalized her hometown by writing a book about them. Reminded me a lot of L.M. Montgomery's short stories.

Lord of the Butterflies by Andrea Gibson. A book of poetry exploring love and family and gender. So much emotion packed into every poem. Truly lovely.

The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett. I've also not read much of Sir Terry's and everybody has recommended the Tiffany Aching series. It was a lot of fun and had some very unique characters.

Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros. This is not high fantasy, but when the frozen world was coming down around me, this was exactly the kind of escape fiction I needed.

Weyward by Emilia Hart. Three stories woven into one about generations of women who are witches. There wasn't anything that really unique about the book, but it had great atmosphere.

An Unexpected Twist by Andy Borowitz. Not sure I should really count an 18 page essay as a book, but I enjoyed this perspective of the medical system from somebody experiencing complications.

Thank You for Listening by Julia Whelan. Okay, it mostly stretched credibility, but I enjoyed the banter between the love interests. And I especially liked the way the MC was dealing with her grandmother's dementia.

Georgie, All Along by Kate Clayborn. I enjoyed this one. I appreciated that while it was a "going home to the small town" trope, it also didn't paint that as solving all of the problems.

Upstream: Selected Essays by Mary Oliver. I started reading this last year and it took me to finish. Some of the essays were gorgeous, some felt unfinished, and others felt like book reports.

The Kiss Quotient by Helen Huang. I nearly DNF at 90% because I was so mad at the "chivalrous" macho possessive behavior of the male character. There was a lot of gender roles and conformity and casual (and not so casual) sexism throughout. Oh the other hand, the sex was plenty and pretty well described.

What I'm currently reading:

Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony Doerr. My sister recommended this. I'm about half way through and it's a tale interweaving people from the past and the future. It's at a point where it feels like bad things are going to start happening, so I'm a touch anxious, but it's been excellent so far.

Poverty. by America by Matthew Desmond (audiobook). I'm an hour in and it's utterly horrifying and gutting.

A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson. It's a 20 year old book at this time and needs an update, but it certainly makes science understandable.

The Six: The Untold Story of America's First Women Astronauts by Loren Grush.

The Summer Tree by Guy Gavriel Key. I remember reading this in high school and really liking it (while also feeling dirty because there was some swearing and a sex scene in it). This time though? It's obvious he's channeling Tolkien, the writing is painfully stilted and the premise is weak and I've found out that it's a sort of King Arthur retelling, so I'm just not sure about it.

What I plan on reading next:

Emily Wilde's Map of the Underworld, Tom Lake (audiobook), and The Starless Sea are next on my list, I think.

#books #bookblr #RHG reads #reading #www wednesday

[maestromelancholy]

Hihi, I hope your day is going lovely today. I crave a Red Velvet Cookie x reader x Dark Choco in a poly relationship/date, preferably a head canon list please. Thank you!

IM ALIVE!

Alright, the reason i haven't been writing requests is because of school, it's been kicking my ass for so long and i don't have as much time as i used to. But I'll try to make some request happen, as when I do have free time, all i really do is read and listen to music, not much of a phone gamer. So with what free time i have, i'll use it to make some request, or at least make some progress in their drafts.

Warning: ooc probably, way smaller than normal as I'm still getting used to writing again, and the way i made the request might be bad because this is my first poly request.

Dark Red Love~

The start of the relationship with the both of them, would be rough.

They didn't quite get along with each other when they were back with D.E, but would still work with each other, per her orders.

But now that they didn't, I could see them having a sort of who could get your love first type of situation.

Red Velvet would be the more social from the both of them, where he brings you to parks and whatnot to have some time with you.

While Dark Choco would be the more unsocial lover in the two, preferring to be alone with you.

Eventually, they warm up to each other and no longer have a cold indifference with them.

At least now they won't give each other glares when your not looking.

They both now treat each other like how they treat you both, with love.

Dates would be common for the three of you, and always ending with all of you cuddling.

Did I mention hugs and other similar gestures? Well, Red Velvet does more PDA than Dark Choco, but he rather prefers doing hugs while your both alone.

The end~...

#cookie run #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk

[green-x-reaper]

A suspiciously wrapped black box would be left at Dead's door, the only identifer being a small tag with the writing of 'D.E. Hayden'. If unwrapped inside the box would be card, and a roughly hand carved wooden horse.

'I had some prior engagements, so I can deliver this personally. But have a wonderful Birthday, Yomi. My wood carving skills are rusty, but I hope you enjoy the gift. With Warmth, D.E. Hayden.'

"I'm going to keep this horse with me for an entire century~" Dead said aloud after reading the letter and held the wooden horse in hand. Yeah, it was rough around some edges but the fact is that a person took time out of their day to craft something nice for the entity. Time and dedication is what Dead values most in her immortal life. So precious~

#;;reaper's letters #burdenedreverence

[spooki-ghoztzz]

You want a CR request, eh? Alrighty-

How about some yandere hcs for Licorice and Pure Vanilla? (Licorice radiates yandere energy don't @ me /j)

Also, love your blog btw ❤️

(going feral over this request cuz i love writing yandere stuff,,)

yandere pure vanilla is a very soft type of yandere,he’d never force you to like him but he will at the same time. spending time with you all the time and getting mad whenever someone spends more time with you when he isn’t around.

he’d be clingy to you,possibly always having a hand on your shoulder or simply touching stands of your hair when you’re busy. (he’s probably snipped a few strands of your hair to keep in a ziplock bag. he does this with most of your belongings you lay around).

constantly keeping you around him and him only. if some cookie even goes to even speak to you he’d snap and say ‘oh..i’m sorry but y/ns busy with me.’

he’d never kidnap you unless really needed or kill anyone if it’s needed. plus,no one would suspect someone like him to have killed that poor cookie who got a little bit too close to you yesterday.

if he does get you into a relationship expect him to always watch you. even if you’re just going to get food he’d be watching you like a hawk. he’d easily manipulate you to be his lover though..a false sense of security.

he’d not be so harsh as to make you stay inside all the time but he will always be leaving with you and going places with you. if you try to run you won’t enjoy the punishment.

yandere licorice is a stalker and killer,quiet and cold. he won’t be around his darling all the time but he sure will stalk them every time he can till he can finally get the courage to speak to you.

he’d kidnap you before he could even speak to you though,he’d drag you to d.e’s castle and simply lock you up in his room. the first time you woke up in his room he was smiling at you. ‘oh darling,you’re awake! hehe..oh i can’t wait to spend so much time with you!~’ you would’ve answered but well..he had made sure he put a cloth over your mouth.

he’d actually..be sweet to you. he’d bring you food and give you soft kisses whenever you cooperate. tbh he’d put you in a false sense of security fast enough to the point where you get stockholm syndrome and finally love him..thats all he wanted.

he’d eventually let you out of your binds and allow you to wander the castle. (everyone never did question why you were there,)but he’d have a limit of course. he’d enjoy holding you close and rambling on about how soft you are and how sweet you smell.

he’s..kinda a damn creep- he’d sniff your hair whenever you fall asleep and even nuzzle into the crook of your neck to just inhale your scent more. he’s the type of dude to kinda..lick bite marks of food you never finished. (gross,,)

licorice loves an s/o that’ll stay. if you don’t you’d hurt him but..he’d find you eventually.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cookie run x reader #cookie run licorice cookie #cookie run pure vanilla cookie #licorice cookie x reader #pure vanilla x reader #ihuhe this is kinda half assed but ah

[consider-da-lilies]

For the Fic Writer Ask Game: 1 & 18 (since you’ve got a bunch of great music in D.E.!)

Oooh these are good ones!

I’ll start with #1: which of your fics is your favorite? Why?

That’s a tough one. I guess in terms of how excited I was to create it, Dual Edge has an absolute chokehold on me right now. (Much in thanks to the amazing support it’s received) I get to write about one of my favorite sports and my favorite characters :)

But as for my completed fics, A Worthy Suitor just holds a special place for me. Familial teasing, denied feelings, all that good stuff.

#18: if you associate music, media, or poems with your fics, pick one and tell us about that association and why it inspired you

Man I love this one! I’m incredibly inspired by music in both art and writing. It’s so hard to choose.

I’ll go with one of my angstier works, Always Us (It Was Supposed To Be)

I listened to Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County (specifically a slowed version of the bridge) on loop while writing that one. It just emulated the mourning, yet hopeful vibes I was going for.

And in terms of music for Dual Edge, I’ll be creating a playlist to be updated ;)

[glurg]

hiii i love history and i love that you love history I was wondering if you have any book recs on historical books that you found interesting (bc I think you study history in college?). honestly just anything at all i love history books hehe <3

Hiii this is a real nerd moment 4 me, I am so excited 🕺🕺🤸🤸🤸

Books that permanently rewired my brain and academic career:

Caroline Bynum, Holy feast and holy fast: the religious significance of food

Robin Fleming, Britain after Rome

Matthew Lundin, Paper Memory: A sixteenth century townsman writes his world

anything written by lyndal roper

R.W. Scribner, Oral cultures and the diffusion of reformation ideas

M.W. Dols and D.E. İmmisch, Majnun: the madman in medieval Islamic society

Dawn Hadley, Scandinavian Settlement

there are some incredible recent books on oral histories in the study of the radical 60s and working class youth cultures in Britain if modern history is your thing.

ALSO the rest is history podcast is so good and funny, super informative. ln one of the hosts mentioned a history paper he took at undergrad which is STİLL offered at my uni...jail

I can't think of anymore rn but I can keep updating. my current interest is in 12th c romantic folklore from the middle East so not sure if it's everyone's cup of tea but happy reading!

#first book is a cult classic among my friends like it is so soo so revolutionary and good

[yellow-yarrow]

the last two weeks were an emotional rollercoaster so to cheer myself up im going to write a few things i want to do in the future

1. im goint to read some books by lyotard, fisher, chomsky and zizek and then im going to make some posts about d.e. :)

2. im going to practise drawing backgrounds and concept art cause i like drawing those and also so i can get more jobs therefore more money

3. going to take more photos of myself and then make a profile on some dating app :)

#i always complain about stuff so heres something positive for once

[darkacademiacathedral]

°Anhedonia°

Every once in a while I feel something strongly, within my personal life, and I feel the need to write. And I really think these sessions of personal venting and diary entries deserve to go to my main account. A great and wonderful human being once told me that I should never stop writing, for writing is my release. I hope I pay heed to that advice till the end of my days on this planet.

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Today I was having an exceptionally rough day, my first of its kind in a very long time. In a bout of sadness and self-pity, I started reflecting on the word 'pleasure' and its synonyms. Last semester, while writing a field work based term paper, my topic was something along the lines of "Difficulty in Literature and Associated Pleasure", which was a survey based exercise for which I got the idea from a book — "Difficulties of Modernism" by Leonard Diepeveen. Anyhow, the word 'pleasure' has many associated words with similar meaning, such as joy, delight, glee, gladness, satisfaction, and most interestingly, as pointed out by D.E. Berlyne in his seminal research, on complexity and pleasure, "hedonic value" (my supervisor didn't seem to like this term). Hedonic comes from the Greek word 'Hedone' which means, well, pleasure, and it is the ancestor for the common word for ethics idea of 'hedonism'.

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When it comes to mapping pleasure, various theorists and psychoanalysts have been at work to no end in associating the causes of enjoyment or appreciation. It is established that the cause of pleasure is an exercise in subjectivity. What may be pleasurable for some may not be pleasurable for others. Masochists enjoy pain, while sadists enjoy inflicting it. Either way, our whole lives are surrounded by the inescapable clutches of pleasure. We thrive in sensation and stimuli, we crave dopamine.

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However, imagine for a second a world without pleasure, a world where sensation elicits no happiness. What would such a world be like? Interestingly, a joyless world would also be a painless one, for we wouldn't be able to place the lack of enjoyment in an environment where the notion of hedonic value doesn't exist. It will be ennui upon ennui, without even a hint of misery attached. It would be banal and boring, and we would still cling to it like our lives depend on it.

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That world, where pleasure and its antithesis will not exist, would be a clearly anhedonic universe. It will be worse than any conception of hell we can imagine.

[darklingichor]

Mrs. Tim of the Regiment, by D.E. Stevenson

Happy New Year and welcome to year five of me rambling about books!

This one is going to be sort of short because, while this book is lovely, it sort of needs to be read to be appreciated.

The only comparison I can really make is to Bridget Jones, but it's not like that at all except that our main character Hester Christie keeps a journal and documents her daily life and observations.

Hester is the wife of Tim Christie, an officer in an English regiment some time before the second world War. They have two young children, Bryan and Betty and a small household staff. Hester gets a journal and begins to write in it. She writes about her busy days running things, her difficuties with her children's governess, the closeness of the Regiment.

Things are starting to change though, not only is her son about to go to boarding school, but Tim gets transfered to Scotland, meaning that the family must leave the friends that they have made.

The change isn't easy, but Hester manages, all the while keeping her journal up to date with the day to day and her reactions to it.

Those reactions are usually cheerful or dryly funny. It becomes clear pretty early on that Hester has a wonderful imagination and a good heart.

This book is not action packed, it's something you read less to get to the end and more for the journey.

#books #book #book blogging 2024 #mrs. tim of the regiment #D.E. Stevenson