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th3-sludge · 4 months
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I NEED THOSE SILLY ETHEREAL MONSTERS BIG BLUE BUBBLE
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vagueiish · 3 months
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that flavor of images/comics/whatever where people are distraught/not practicing self-care and then goku (or insert blorbo here) tells them they matter/to practice self-care/etc and then the person is reassured/does the thing
...except make it astarion and he just makes things worse. something like:
me, seeing a co-worker i like and would like to befriend: hm, maybe i should try to make more than polite conversation? we do share interests.....
astarion, manifesting beside me: oh, darling, no. everyone here already thinks you're awkward and annoying. just keep your mouth shut; easier for them to at least pretend to like you that way
me: ha ha, you're right :,)
astarion: i always am!
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alpinelogy · 1 month
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so when I really get into fic planning i make a new tab for it in my fic planning spreadsheet and usually by then i either have a preliminary name for it (wonderland) or a general idea what it is (timeloop) so the names are short and reasonable. and then there is this bitch
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cursivebloodlines · 10 months
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"You are an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry" - for zoe (oops...)
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The worst part about this was how right Eric was, how it hit home and resonated with painful accuracy. It was the truth she had always known, yet hearing it spoken directly from him, his voice, made it all the more agonising. There was no malice behind his tone, no hostility in the words but she could feel the weight of his disappointment radiating from him. It left her grasping for an explanation, a way to try and figure out the complex emotions still lingering between them.
It was she who had demanded space, her who had pushed him away and royally screwed up their relationship, and yet she found herself drawn back to him time and time again. She told herself it would be the last time, that she needed to let him heal and move on. But the truth was, she longed to check on him, to make sure he was okay—alive. Given his…family issues. Yes, she missed him, with a depth that words failed to capture. Her love for him clung to her soul, burned into her skin like a tattoo – permanent. A constant reminder of the love he had given her before she discarded it and let it burn to ashes.
And yes, maybe she did miss him more than words could ever say. And she still loved him, wholeheartedly; she thought she always would. The sick and twisted irony of it all. It had only been a few weeks ago when she had told him she needed space, that she was suffocating the more she was around him and needed to catch her breath. Yet in her isolation, in her newfound ‘freedom’ she soon discovered how difficult it had been to breathe without him, like she was running out of air even quicker with him no longer in her presence. Even now, sitting beside him, Zoe found herself holding her breath, questioning if she had ever truly known what it meant to breathe? Would she spend the rest of her lifetime gasping for air, always in search of the oxygen needed to survive this cold, unforgiving world?
Was being there and seeing Eric a cruel infliction of self-punishment or a feeble attempt to atone for her sins?  The easy answer and the complicated answer were the same: both. Both. It was always both.
“I know it might be hard to see but I really am trying, Eric,” Zoe finally confessed, her voice laced with sincerity as she cradled her head in her hands, as though she carried the weight of the world in her brain. It kind of did, in a way – he was her world, after all.  
It felt like every time they were about to take a step forward, they’d take two steps back. It wasn’t a lie – she really was trying, even if it didn’t look like it. Zoe was usually quick to switch to defense – or at least she always thought it was defense when in reality it was taking things up a notch and playing offense when it was uncalled for. It was all she’d ever known and found it difficult to see sense when she felt like she was being attacked, like someone always taking a hundred punches to her stomach. A reminder that she was a fuck up, all she was capable of was fucking things up, that she was no better than her parents.
Most of the time it was her fault; she simply did not know how to let those impenetrable walls fall, worried what she would have to stand with if she didn’t have them. She knew he was exhausted, worn down to the bone by her constant fighting as she tried to shield herself from vulnerability and weakness. In reality…Eric was her weakness. Always. She would never be able to do enough to make amends but she had to at least try. How did he not see the battle she constantly warred with herself, the effort she exerted to protect him from herself? Was it really so difficult to comprehend he was the sole occupant of her thoughts every waking day and night, despite how she left things, that even though she wasn’t good at showing it, she loved him desperately? Nobody else on the planet could compare. That, she was certain of.
She had no time to pity herself. Zoe would take whatever he needed to inflict upon her to cope. It was her penance. And honestly the fact he still had time for her spoke volumes in itself. Yet every conversation seemed to lead to… to this, the circle of hurt. What was the point? Hadn’t they already fucked up enough? She still wanted Eric to be a part of her life; she simply needed space. And although she had prepared herself for a life without him, she didn’t desire it by all means. Quite the opposite.
“What do you want from me?” she pleaded, as if that would solve all of their problems. The issue wasn’t about what he wanted from her. It was about what she refused to give him, as stubborn as a dog to a bone. To allow herself to be vulnerable around him, to offer him everything he always gave her freely, with no expectations. Maybe she really was a glutton for punishment after all forever drawn to causing chaos in the one place that had ever given her peace. “How do I…I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t know what you mean…blurry lines. I am sorry. And I’m sorry if that’s not enough. I just… I don’t know what else to do.” Zoe sighed, rubbing at her tired eyes, the shadow of crescent moons underneath, an indicator of her lack of sleep. “I’m sorry for bothering you. Again.”
@overnightheartbeats
SPEAK NOW PROMPTS | Accepting
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technofinch · 4 months
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Hello! I help run the lore archive. Did you make loving nastya oclock? its in my 'iconic mechscord memes folder' in the lore archive. i would love to credit you if you made it
I did! Feel free to credit me as henry "snailarmy" technofinch, but really I do it for the love of the game. I made a fair few memes in my time lmao, I don't know how many of them are of historic merit but I'll throw them under the cut just in case
(I also made a scarf and a pattern/tutorial for sewn octokittens! The mechanisms hyperfixation was a very creatively fulfilling time in my life lmao)
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(You can see jonny sims' reaction to jonny d'ill here btw <3)
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gasterofficial · 1 year
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I wish I knew how to edit videos cause I so badly wanna make a meme with you as Patrick saying "oh boy it's tenna-oclock!" Then it cuts to Patrick licking a picture of tenna
LMFAOOOOOOO HELP ME THATS ME
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”Pull the lever, Jacques! WRONG LEVER! Why do I even have that lever?!” By drawing this out I’m hoping to finally banish it from my system.
Okay so, uh, tumblr introduced the concept of Kristoph and Jacques to me, And my brain went through roughly every frame of the kombucha girl meme but more like “Eh? Hm. Actually Kris doesn’t have an “assigned” prosecutor like everyone else does, and there is an interesting dynamic to be made when both of them are corrupt in their own kind of flavor- Aight but on the one and only sole condition that they’re like Yzma and Kronk from The Emporer’s New Groove.” And then this kept gnawing at my brain so like. Idk. Yes, Apollo is Pacha. I’m not elaborating on that one. Phoenix looks weird with a 5 oclock shadow and no, I didn’t know how to actually translate Jacques’ hairstyle in my artstyle, why do you ask?
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Dude I'm really shocked how flexible our gender is and how confusing it is when we don't actively decide what we want to present as. Overall we are very nonbinary, arguably transmasculine heavy leaning, but nonbinary nonetheless. Gender is eh for most of us, but a slight joy in life was how confusing we are to kids (in a positive curious way and not in a distressed way). Today though I was wearing a loose turtleneck and a suede vest so boobas were unintentionally more hidden than not and I had two adults assume I was a man / male / amab and I'm just like
*every time* someone gets confused or assumes I'm not a woman I just POG. Especially if someone just a moment ago assumed I was a woman. Yes please be confused that is the best thing.
That said, I think our genetics are MEGA masculine wired. Cause we got a hella deep voice (natural bass) and our face REALLY wants to beard cause I'm only 11 months on T and I literally shaved this morning and I gotta shave again.
Like we paused on the beard meme thing until I settle down enough that being gender confusing poses less career risks that I can't easily sue if they come @ me so I'm putting like 10% effort into masking as a "tomboy" but XD My natural literal five oclock shadow disagrees XD
Im pretty sure whenever we get back to it we might just beard like a beast pretty fast.
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upagainstthesunset · 2 months
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🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh  🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?
It's real meme-oclock hours tonight isnt it 😂 Thanks for sending me some to play with!
🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 
Oh dang just one? I feel like there is a right answer and I'm just not thinking of it right now. I like haunter getting up on his chair to make a point, that one's had a resurgence in our household lately.
🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?
I love comments that mull over what's happening, ask questions, make predictions. I feel like engagement with the work is the absolute highest form of praise for a fic! And it gives me something to respond to, like sometimes people point out things I didn't even connect in my own writing and I'm like oh shit you're right! That's brilliant! What I really want most is the ability to have conversations and meaningful interactions, and those types of comments naturally lend towards that.
☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?
My username is a thinly veiled Wally pun, if you'd call it that. Up against... the wall? The sunsets in... the west? Get it??? To be honest I don't really jibe that much with the name itself, but it's so incredibly rare for me to rebrand that I value consistency over a name I like.
Elsewhere I'm katedoesntexist or makemiskates, and obviously those are very name-based names. katedoesntexist is inspired by trevor something, and makemiskates is just a fun little wordplay. I will say, I went to a live chat once that the VA for JLU Flash did, and my username tripped him up, which pleases me greatly. I was perceived!
From writer truth or dare
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ramyeongif · 6 months
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Happiness is 8 oclock in bed watching Youtube videos of Taiwanese street food and night market while scrolling memes in bed with your partner also there, in parallel, doing the same thing, in silence.
lucy dan and her introversion
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starberryhearts · 5 years
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@chaotic-tired-cat
(he’s transparent!)
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i dont think ill ever get tired of this
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i love AU fics where like they still have powers and erik has his gay little thoughts and charles is like .////.
or just like
the actual content, Thats It Thats The Show
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commanderfoxy · 3 years
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Fives, probably: You know... Kamino? Or as I like to call it: "Build-a-Boy Workshop"
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he's listening INTENTLY
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blue-orangeade · 3 years
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any male named nishimura riki can’t grill… all they know is be fruity, soccer, draw shin-chan, love tako and dance
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jjmorelikeotp · 3 years
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Jeongin: uhm, Chan
Chan, expecting the worst: ... Yeah?
Jeongin: We're all pretty short, aren't we.
Chanbin in the back: WhO ARE YOU CALLING SHORT HERE?!
Chan: I guess we really are, why?
Jeongin, deeply in confusion:
Then I really don't get why Jisung said Minho is huge.
Chan: ...
Seungmin: That's it, you're ALL going to hell.
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