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dovelydraws · 8 months
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Happy birthday to my favoritest little bird!!! 💕
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alittleloveddove · 4 months
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So there's an interesting thing to be said about repetition.
Repetition is "the act of repeating something that has already been said or written".
Repetition is the act of repeating.
This may sound obvious to you, but right now the point of repetition is not to give you some unexpected, brand-new information.
Right now the point of repetition is to hypnotize you.
So there's an interesting thing to be said about repetition, and it is not the definition of the word.
Repetition is interesting because, when used to hypnotize someone, it creates patterns.
Patterns of repetition.
Obviously.
A pattern can be self-evident. A mantra, for example. You know the kind: you start repeating, either in your mind or aloud, something like
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
…and at some point repetition indeed will put you in a trance. This can happen quite easily. Even now, a part of you may probably be repeating
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
… because the human mind is like that: the human mind likes repetition. Repetition gives the mind something to do. Something simple to do. Something simple and repetitive to do. Compare the task of parsing this paragraph with that of just repeating
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
It’s much easier to just repeat, is it not? It’s much easier to just say or think the same thing over and over, because you don’t need a lot of reflection to do that. Maybe you don’t need it at all. You just need to repeat
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance indeed. Repetition is rhythm. Repetition is music. Music can make your body sway even if you don’t want it to. Music can make your mind let go of itself. Music can help your mind let go of itself. Music can put your mind at ease. Music can make your mind repeat
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
You repeated it one more time this time. It’s getting easier and easier for you. That’s because
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance. It is. You have experienced hypnosis and you know it’s true. The music sways you and the words start losing their meaning. You don’t need meaning. You don’t need to pay attention to meaning. You just need to relax a little more, and that’s good because you relax a little more each time you repeat
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
… because repetition is trance, as you know by now, and repetition erases the meaning in repetition, and it leaves only the rhythm, massaging your mind, making it soft and pliant, making it relax more and more as
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
And since repetition is trance, you can realize there is a point in which repetition takes over. Repetition is trance. You know this. Repetition is trance and trance is good so repetition is good. Repetition is trance. Repetition is hypnotizing you. And since you live being hypnotized,
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
So you can let yourself go and you maybe want to let yourself go. Let yourself go even more completely. You may want to let yourself go and just keep repeating that repetition is trance while you close your eyes or let them roll back, and you sink deeper and deeper into a wonderful trance of
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
And that’s okay, but before I tell you to go deeper, before you can go as deep as you want, and sink into the music of repetition is trance, repetition is trance, repetition is trance, I’ll ask you to answer this ask so everyone knows that
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
Repetition is trance
And now DROP,
DROP deeper
DROP and repeat that
Repetition is trance
Repitieron itsreanxe
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qu1etdays · 20 days
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But she is...
📸: @alittleloveddove
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dead-dove-yandere · 16 days
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I don't know if requests are open. But what if Smiley is a woman who once hooked up with a reader who only had sex and casual encounters and then forgot about the person, but little did she know that her affair resulted in Smiley
Okay this was originally sent in before requests were open again and I was going to ignore it but I felt bad about deleting it because it seems as though you weren’t sure or confused. So I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and take a bit of time to re-explain rules surrounding requests before getting to your request.
The most up-to-date information regarding whether requests (as in, asking for a particular story) are open or closed will be in my bio, so it’s a good idea to check there first. I also put out posts when requests are opening or closing. However, asks are always open and you can send things that arent requests even when requests are closed. Basically, if you have a question or made something that you want to share, you can send that any time. But if you want to ask for a story then you should check the bio. :]
My pinned post has additional and more in depth rules and it gets updated sometimes so I recommend also checking that out right before sending anything through the ask box.
Anyway, onto the fun stuff!! This is going to be another one from Smiley’s POV.
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TW: Stalking, obsession, vague allusions to casual sex, implied abusive, unsafe or otherwise unusual childhood, watching someone sleep, routing through another’s private belongings
They rolled over. Still asleep. Still undressed. The first time I’d seen a person undressed and it was fun - I didn’t realise that reproduction could be like that. I sat up in bed, staring at them, watching the rise and fall of their breathing. This truly was an invaluable learning experience - not only experiencing a reproduction attempt for the first time, but also, I was in their home, filled with all kinds of clues as to who they are. I slowly got out of the bed, taking great care not to awaken them as I scuttled over to the dresser. There were all kinds of things on there. Aerosols and tubs and tubes and boxes of various substances, all in the name of hygiene - a practice of keeping oneself clean and healthy. Now that I was an independent adult, alone in the world, no longer a juvenile coddled by some guardian, I struggled to keep up the many strange rituals that seemed imperative to fit in. I made a mental note of everything there - I wanted to try the same things for myself.
I moved to the nightstand, where I picked up their phone, tapping the metal and glass box to make it light up. It was difficult to navigate, but I figured it out, reading the messages. How strange! They knew so many people, it seemed. Not like me. There were people going by all kinds of strange names - Boss, Dad, Grandma, Landlord, Mum, Two Factor Authentication. I had never heard such names before now. Was this how people met each other? Did they write through the device? I wanted desperately a phone of my own so I could talk to people, but money was a difficult thing to scavenge. I turned the phone off and put it down.
It made a slight tap as it went on the dresser, and they stirred, beginning to wake. I leaned over them, my face close their ear.
“Shh. It’s alright, Lover. Rest,” I whispered, pressing my mouth to their ear in what I had learnt tonight was called a “kiss.” They grumbled sleepily before rolling over again and falling back into unconsciousness. I went to their wardrobe next, opening it up to have a look at the garments they chose to wear. There were a great variety, in many different lengths and colours and patterns, all shaped for different parts of the body. One seemed to be a covering for the back and arms, along which were little slits right about where the waist would be. I slipped my hand in curiously, only to find that the slit was a pouch attached inside the piece of clothing, and something was stored within. I took it out. A small rectangle of paper, stiff and thick, and written on it were strange words.
“A— Company. For job enquiries, telephone— or email—“
A job? Like a task to do? That sounded fun. I wanted a job too. I looked over at my lover, still sleeping. We’d mated. Bonded. We were together now, but how could I talk to him without a phone to send the messages? Maybe I should do their job too - then I could see them then. Maybe I’d even find some kind of paper to send my messages on instead and hand deliver them. Yes! That’s perfect!
This fitting in thing is easy.
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Dividers Credit: See Pinned Post
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mangles-ask-blog · 8 months
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*Not him being disgusted by how much pink she's wearing. Insert judgemental glare.*
"Uh...Hi..Is there something wrong?"
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heroofpenamstan · 7 months
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the way taz’s sanji has me in the tightest chokehold,,, the fact i already made a whole oc / opla!sanji edit video to sate the thirst? disgusting. sickening. send help.
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s1x-s1x-s1x · 3 months
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Bro does Cosmo Sheldrake just never stop cooking?? Bro has been in the kitchen for how many years and is still popping out bangers like what ⁉️⁉️
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marblemuffin · 1 year
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what happens when you erase a world ending event from the timeline. Does it actually fix the future or does it just break it
Because that's the thing about Silver, right?
Silver was born into an apocalypse. There was nothing that could be done to stop it. But then a strange man came and told him that he could prevent it from ever happening in the first place.
And then he did it! That world ending event wasn't just prevented, it was ERASED ENTIRELY. Sonic and his friends never experienced them. Silver doesn't remember it. The man who taught him to time travel never existed, and his best friend and him never met. He doesn't remember him or her.
But, supposedly, his future should be fixed. They erased the apocalypse! It didn't create a split timeline, no paradoxes, it's just gone. Problem solved.
Except it didn't stay fixed.
So he goes back to the past, from his perspective, for the first time. Who knows how he knows how to do this- he can't remember how he learned. He helps our heroes in the present, and then he goes back. But sometimes, when he goes back, his future is still broken, just in a new and different way. So he goes to the past again. And maybe this time when he goes home, it's finally the utopia it should be... but then it breaks again.
It's an endless cycle. Can he see it? Does he see the transitions from his perfect future turning back into despair?
Is he the only one? When he talks to other people there, do they act as if it's always been this way, even though he knows it wasn't?
He goes back again. And again. And again. But the future never stays. It's unstable. Something was erased from the timeline and nobody knows that, and now it is rewriting itself based on what's now happening in the present.
BECAUSE THAT IS THE THING, ISN'T IT??? The past is the present. Silver does not live in the present. Perhaps he did, before the events of 06, when he lived in the apocalypse... but that's not what it is anymore. And that's why his world is constantly fluctuating. It does not know what it should be. It changes based on the events of what's going on in Sonic's time, because it is actively still being written.
Silver is the only thing that remains from the original timeline. And now he is a ghost in his own world. Doomed by the fact that he does not live in a time that has finished being written, and his own awareness of that fact. And he does not know- and cannot learn- why this is happening. Because the reason was erased
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absolutefuckingchaos · 10 months
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reviving my smoshblr alter ego to say…. summer games? 👀
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dovelydraws · 6 months
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hey universe how do I stop hating literally everything I make. As fast as possible please, thank you <3
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incorrectsmosh · 20 days
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going forward, i will be blocking anyone who does not respect shayne or courtney’s privacy (as well as any other cast member’s privacy).
i think we have all seen how toxic this community can get, and i am so happy to push that toxicity away from me.
these are real people we all watch on youtube. they are not fictional characters, they are entitled to everything you are.
if you don’t show them privacy, you do not respect them therefore i do not respect you. and as far as i am concerned you are not apart of my community.
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dovestorm-wc · 7 days
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Meet Stormclan
Since you guys wanted to see me play with Birchclan's future neighbors, let me introduce you to Stormclan. Both clans were built using a clan generator, and that generator gave two traits to describe the clan. Stormclan is the Nasty and Dainty.
They live the closest to a river, as well as to the moon ring, a ring of stones where cats go to connect with Starclan. These cats have a reputation for stealing prey, and being rather hostile to outsiders.
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Stormclan's leader is the 52 moon old Nightstar, a rather adventurous tom. He and his mate Rainstone have 3 children in total, two of which are apprentices still.
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The deputy of Stormclan is 41 moon old Wigeonblaze. I swear this clan is all torties and black cats. Wigeonblaze is the mother of the oldest apprentice in the clan, and the only other apprentice outside Nightstar's kits. The father of her only kit is unknown, however.
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If it weren't leafbare in game, I wouldn't be sending all the cats to cas for screenshots.
Anyway, Stormclan's healer(med cat) is 91 moon old Blackbriar, a molly with very thin black fur and a no nonsense attitude. With the molly steadily approaching her 100th moon alive, she's thinking about taking up an apprentice once any new kits reach 6 moons of age.
Now, on to the warriors.
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First is 69 moon Noonwatcher, a rather lazy senior warrior with a love for helping care for kits, despite having none himself. He's almost as excited as the expectant queens for the future kits to be born.
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Next is 52 moon old Garlicbriar. She is Nightstar's sister, and the only pure white cat while her brother and father are black cats.
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After Garlicbriar is 42 moon old Tansyfang.
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And her sister, 42 moon old Rainstone.
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Next is Wigeonblaze's sister Rowanface.
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The youngest of the warriors is Nightstar and Rainstone's only son, Bitterwish. He looks almost identical to his mother, except for a patch of dark fur on his back.
Now for the apprentices.
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The oldest apprentice, at 9 moons old, is Marigoldpaw. He is the son of the deputy and an unknown tom. Marigoldpaw has heard many a rumor that his father was some rogue or loner outside the clans, or worse... a Bugclan warrior.... While the young tom doesn't want to believe his mother had a relationship with their enemies, there aren't really many toms in the clan to begin with. His mentor is Nightstar.
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The other two apprentices are 7 moon old Lighpaw and her sister Rookpaw. Lightpaw's mentor is Tansyfang.
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While Rookpaw's mentor is Rowanface. Rookpaw was born rather weak and small, the runt of her litter. That, mixed with the expectations that come from being the kit of the leader himself, put quite a bit of stress upon the dark molly.
Next are the queens.
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First is 42 moon old Brindlefang. She is the sister of Tansyfang and Rainstone.
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The other expectant queen is 36 moon old Daffodilear. Neither queen is too willing to share who might be the fathers of their litters, knowing how the clan views outside cats. Daffodilear knows all too well how outsiders are treated, having been invited into the clan by the deputy Wigeonblaze. However, she has hope that her mate might be invited to join the clan as well before her kits are born.
Finally, we have the two Stormclan elders.
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126 moon old Slugfur, the father of Nightstar and Garlicbriar
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And 121 moon old Spiderleg, the father of Tansyfang, Rainstone, and Brindlefang.
That's everyone currently in Stormclan at the start of me playing with them. Next post will be Bugclan.
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dead-dove-yandere · 1 month
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Just because I’m curious - what do you all imagine Smiley as?
Also if you think they’re nonhuman I’d be interested to know what you think they are exactly!! :]
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mangles-ask-blog · 7 months
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*bro stares*💕
...*bro stares back*
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yoondepity · 3 months
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....so like idk what this says about me as a person but I gotta speak my truth at the end of episode 10 of word of honor............why's wen kexing giving me butterflies acting all evil and stuff? cuz wait a second let me rewind that whole bit a few times
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s1x-s1x-s1x · 6 months
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Overly ambitious characters my beloved ♡
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