#my point is: he's a smart ass he probably figured out something was wrong with him when people doesnt really get Close yo him and anyone-

[popdrop]

I STILL CAN'T GET OVER HOW IN THE BEGINNING, CALE PUSHED EVERYONE AWAY. You may say it's because of how "dangerous" and "trouble packed" their journey will be in the story later on— BUT. I JUST CANT HELP BUT FEEL LIKE MAYBE , JUST MAYBE. He didn't want them to be affected by his "curse" (side effect of WS) whether he knew about it or not. Just consider the fact that he KNOWS what will happen to them and how they'll be fighting for a better world and it'd be MUCH better if he's not there. Just in case he worsens whatever will happen.

He's such an unreliable narrator <3 the Worst Kind Ever.

#cale henituse #you will always be famous #TCF #trash of the count's family #and you might say OH he probably doesnt really /know/ about the side effect but i raise you this #this b//tch was able to rise up to be a commander and an absolute BEAST of a team leader. #with a 0% LETHAL RATE (probably. actually need to fact check that but its somewhere along those lines) #poor b//stard was tired of everyone leaving him and if he can help it #no one will suffer. even if it is at his expense #my point is: he's a smart ass he probably figured out something was wrong with him when people doesnt really get Close yo him and anyone- #who DID f//ckin DIED #he deserves the world and more #though he'd probably pass out if was given a world #'I DONT WANT TO RULE A WORLD! GIVE ME MY SLACKER LIFE!!' he'd say

[rfxiii]

General Michael Headcanons-

(Michael came in second for the hc poll, but he’s my babygirl and I love him so I wanted to do a few for him too)

Didn’t really know how to do laundry, cook, clean, or take care of himself in general until he got married to Amanda. She’s not exactly the best at things like that, but she’s far more responsible than Michael could ever be. He only really started having to do things on his own once they moved to Los Santos and things became more strained between them, as she stopped doing his laundry or cleaning up after him out of spite.

Lost his virginity at fifteen to a girl he’s still kind of convinced could have been his “true love”. In reality, they only dated for, like, three months and broke up two weeks after they hooked up. But he’s sentimental and lives in this daydream/movie-like headspace so he remembers it far more fondly and romantically than it was.

He genuinely does feel guilt about things he’s done, but it’s nearly impossible to get a genuine apology out of him. Apologizing means admitting he was wrong, and that’s normally too much for his ego to take. He’ll give half assed “sorry’s” or say something deflective, like, “I guess I’m just an asshole.” But getting him to honestly say “I was wrong. I’m sorry I hurt you or upset you. I’m sorry” is such a rare occurrence.

Used to play old school “outlaw” country music to gear up in the car before a score. Brad and Trevor hated it, but Michael was usually the driver and he always insisted that the driver gets music privileges.

He’d share girls he was hooking up with with Trevor; and Brad, but not as frequently.

He grew to love Amanda, but he didn’t love her when he asked her to marry him. They hooked up, she got pregnant, and his old fashioned, Midwest values inclined him to “do the right thing” and marry her to “take care of her ''. Their relationship at the beginning of their marriage was similar to how it is at the beginning of the main story- strained, angry, and full of resentment. It wasn’t until Tracey was born and Michael saw how good of a mother Amanda was to their daughter that he truly started to love her.

He conditioned himself to be “afraid” of Trevor. In reality, it’s pretty much canon that Trevor would never actually hurt or kill Michael. But to rationalize setting Trev and Brad up to be killed, Michael kept telling himself that Trevor would kill him and his family, and that T and B were both too dangerous, until he finally genuinely convinced himself it was the truth.

He knew Trevor was planning on leaving him to work solely with Brad. He also knows Trevor well enough to know he’d have come back; whether it be because he missed him, he got bored of Brad, killed him, or Brad got himself killed. Michael knew it wouldn’t last and Trevor would show up on his doorstep again at some point.

Michael feels bad for Wade, and to an extent, Ron too. He knows how Trevor can be- manipulating people and making them need him so they won’t leave. Ron irritates him with his smart mouth and how he tries to talk shit to him. But Wade is so young- close to Jimmy and Tracey’s age; and he’s honestly made a little sick by the thought of the things Trevor had probably gotten Wade into.

He has his mother’s old christening rosary in a box at the bottom of his closet. Even though he didn’t have a good relationship with either of his parents, he’s hung on to it for sentimental value and as a reminder of where he came from.

Used to really like Dave when they first met. Dave is older, offered him a new life, and helped his family; and Michael is constantly looking for an older male figure to look up to (see: Solomon Richards). He likes him much less now after the main storyline events and realizing how corrupt, self serving, and smug Dave can be though.

#gta v #gta 5 #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto 5 #michael de santa #michael townley

[sageworld]

Kentucky Homegrown • Jack Harlow

warnings; smut

its no secret jacks proud of his kentucky roots. one thing he indulges in the most from home? ; the kentucky homegrown women.

you danced to the rhythm of the music at the club while your bestfriend danced on you. although the club was packed you guys had managed to get a VIP section. your other female friends were all dancing, drinking & smoking in the section.

“this is for you from the man in all white in the section across.” the bottle girl announces to you, interrupting your dancing as she sits down a bottle of remy martin. you & your bestfriend look across the way, seeing a familiar face from your city sitting, staring at you. Jack Harlow.

You knew how to play this, you saw the constant videos of him saying how if a woman denied him it’d “turn him on more”, you were a smart girl. “no thank you, send it back please.” you smile to the bottle girl & continue to dance.

you try not to watch his reaction as she makes her way back across with the bottle, his face turns into a smirk as the bottle girl explains the situation.

• • • • • • • •

you weren’t sure how you ended up here exactly. legs draped on jacks lap, nibbling on his ear lob while he hands rub your thighs. your bestfriend promised you that they’d be there when you returned from jacks section but, you weren’t sure you were gonna make it back to your section tonight.

“you wanna come with me tonight?” jack said loudly in your ear to be heard over the music. “mmm i don’t know, my friends will probably be worried.” “just send em a text, you’ll be alright.” he convinces. “alright.” you agree.

• • • • • • • •

you got into the back of the car with jack. just the two of you as the driver rolled up the partition. “you always have a driver, pretty boy?” you giggle. “nah, just when i know i’m gonna be on sum.” he smiles. you attempt to put your lips on his as the car starts but he pulls away. “is something wrong?” you ask. “no, no i just need you to sign this.” he pulls a paper and pen from the back part of the seat & hands it to you.

“what is it?” you eyebrows raise. “it’s just a agreement that you won’t tell anyone about this. i just want it to be you & me baby. nobody else, not your friends, not instagram, we can do this but it’s just gonna be us.” he charms, putting his face in your neck, rubbing his nose up & down it. “okay.” you moan as he plants a single kiss on your neck. “mm, okay baby.” he lets out a breathy grown & pulls away. “just sign your first as last, date of birth here & we’re all good.” he points to the x & the line at the bottom. you quickly sign and hand him the paper. “thank you, princess.” he smiles and tucks the paper back where he found it.

he grabs your waist & lifts you onto his lap. you moan as he rubs your ass. you grab the back of his hair, pulling it. “you’re so beautiful.” he stares in your eyes. “thank you.” you whisper as your faces get closer. you turn your head to the side as your lips meet. you moan into the kiss while jack lifts your dress up, reveling your ass. he continues to rub and squeeze on it before he moves your panties to the side. he pulls away from the kiss, “open wide baby.” he smiles and you do as told so he can shove two figures into your mouth.

he groans as you wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking on them. “fuck, you are so sexy.” jack pulls his fingers out & puts them in you from behind. one hand squeezing your ass while the other fingers you. the driver turns up the music louder from the other side of the partition as your moans get louder. you wrap one arm around his neck & put the other one on the bicep of the arm that he’s using to finger fuck you. “you’re so warm.” he bites his lip and starts sucking on your neck.

• • • • • • • •

you giggle as jack threw you onto the hotel bed. you watch as he pulls his shirt off & unbuckles his pants. once he’s down to nothing but his drawls is when he joins you in the bed, crawling on top of you. “hi.” you giggle as he face hovers over yours. “hi baby.” he plants a soft kiss on your lips before sitting both of you up, pulling your dress over your head & taking your bra off. he gently shoves you back down before taking a nipple into his mouth.

he massages your tits as he continues to suck on them, giving them extra attention. you moan as he uses his tongue to swirl around your sensitive nipples. one of jacks hands let of your tit & moves down, moving your panties aside again. you feel his legs shovel around as he slides his boxers down.

your body shakes as he slides himself into you, his hand returning to your breast as he continues to suck on them.

he fucks you into the mattress as you wrap your legs around him, heels still on. “harder daddy, fuck me.” you moan as he detaches from your nipples, now looking you in the eye. “yeah? you like that shit?” he grunts and lays his hands flat on the mattress, creating some space between the two of your faces. “yea, just like that daddy please.” you whimper as his chain dangles in your face.

“j-jack fuck.” your eyes roll back & legs shake as he hits your spot repeatedly. “i’m finna nut.” he groans. “where you want it?” he asks. “on my face, please daddy.” you whine & unwrap your legs from around him. “sit up.” he says & quickly pulls out, you get onto your knees quickly & he stands off the bed.

you watch as he jerks his dick fast, chasing his high. he puts on hand on your shoulder & squeezes it. you close your eyes once you hear him grown & you suddenly feel a sticky hot substance hit your face. “fuck baby.” he groans and lets out the rest of his load. you giggle as he collapses on the bed next to you. “how do i look?” you pose with an ungodly amount of cum on your face that’s dripping to your tits. “like you need a napkin.” he laughs & puts his boxers back on, going to get a hot wet rag.

your still on your position when he returns, he smiles & wipes all his kids off you. he throws the rag in the trash & lays you down with him.

“wanna watch disney+?” he offers.

• • • • • • • •

when you woke up, jack was long gone. nothing besides a slip of papers on the night stand that read;

“check outs at 2:00, you can call & order yourself some food if you’d like.

text me when you wake up so i have your number. 502-xxx-xxxx.

-jack.”

you look at the clock, 10:01. you had time. you throw your body back into the mattress & reminisce on last night.

#jack harlow x you #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow smut #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #urban wyatt #urban wyatt smut #jack harlow flirting #chtkmy #come home the kids miss you #first class #lil secret

[the-writer-mao]

Okok but can you imagine if the cloaked figure from ep 7 was related to any of the KingOhgers?

Hear me out:

To target the kingdom of MEDICINE and beauty is smart- the kingdom with the best resources of medical aid and the most talented doctors? Not only would it be detrimental for Ishabana’s own people, but imagine refugees from other kingdoms seeking medical help?

Your next hope? Probably N’kosopa.

Honestly if I was a bitch ass like Racles, I’d target Ishabana and N’Kosopa first because they are the most technologically advanced, then I’d follow up with Toufu due to the agriculture (arguably the order is debatable) and then Gokkan.

I don’t necessarily know the ages of the KingOhgers, but I’m going to naturally assume Gira is the youngest. They all are also human so I’m assuming they age normally, so I doubt the hooded figure would be the 6th ranger unless they don’t age, or they’re going for an older member this year (since Himeno was a child when we first see them).

But just for the sense of melodrama, I feel like the stakes would be higher if the hooded figure would be related to one of the KingOhgers. It’s too early to tell since we only have snippets of Gira, Yanma, and Himeno’s backstories and not enough from Rita and Kaguragi-

However I’m led to believe that the hooded suspect could be from N’Kosopa or Shuggodam.

Himeno’s parents were implied to be greatly respected leaders, but mind you this is in Himeno’s perspective. They could have very well made some bad decisions or have made some disagreements with the other kingdoms;

(Ever stopped to think that the Beauty of their kingdom COULD be a cover up? The perfect kingdom that’s done “no wrongs” 🤔)

Shuggodam and N’Kosopa’s reasons for terminating the King and Queen could be out of

a) spite/revenge

- perhaps they failed to help heal someone, or refused to

or b) competition

- they’re both technologically advanced, especially in the medical field, eliminating or setting back the competition would make the remaining kingdoms more appealing and likely prosper.

- I’m also curious to see the state of N’Kosopa prior to Yanma’s presidency. What if Ishabana denied a request for help from N’Kosopa? Especially when they were struggling through a poverty issue (as implied from Yanma having to work hard to reach the top from the slums)

My only wonder is why not eliminate the Princess? Sure the reason could be as simple as forgetting, but wouldn’t it be easier for the hooded suspect to eliminate the heir of the throne as well? You’re basically creating THE Batman origin story. There would have to be a valid reason.

(Also maybe I’m reading too much into it, but the hooded figure was cocky, with the head-nod gesture and all, I think they might’ve smirked? Correct me if I’m wrong Ofc, but I’m thinking that leaving Himeno would be all apart of the plan)

This trope of the mysterious and unknown hooded figure being related to one of our heroes really works into the ongoing themes of this series:

All these high titles of royalty does not equate to mighty or perfection- as long as they’re human, it means nothing at the end of the day- humans will always be the reason of their own downfall and we are capable of control, mistakes, and retribution.

Imagine if Yanma and Himeno gain self respect for each other finally, only for it to be revealed that the hooded figure is related to Yanma? All the trust they’d have to had built up to that point? Could be shattered depending on the strength of these kings’ bonds. And the literal IRONY of Yanma saying that it’s humans fault at the end of the day- we all know he’d want nothing to do with that hooded figure if that’s the case- he’s his own person and believes that being blood-related ISN’T everything.

Himeno having to accept that beauty isn’t everything either- she may love her parents, but she also has to be aware their flaws too- I’d love to see if they were actually at fault for something and Himeno having to come forward to apologize.

[Honestly I’d love for all of these rulers to have to come together JUST to break the generational traumas caused by their prior rulers]

And if the hooded figure was related to Gira? I’d imagine that surely this unknown figure has probably caused more damage in other kingdoms- unless Gira’s secured bonds with the others by this point, they might question his loyalty, or they might straight up be butt hurt and it’s gonna suck regardless for him :(

Anyways that’s the end of my theory. I’d love to hear yours!

#ohsama sentai kingohger #kingohger #gira hastie #yanma gust #himeno ran #rita kanisuka #kaguragi dybowski #super sentai #sentai #tokusatsu #lay out your theories pls #it’s just a theory #a TOKU THEORY #omg please I wanna hear what you guys think #king ohger spoilers #kingohger spoilers

[smokinsid]

"Now Sid," I hear you say, "seems like all this 'pride' stuff is pretty out of your hands. You're married to a sexy floral arrangement, after all."

I get it, I get it. But you gotta understand.

Your ol' pal Sid? I invented bein' gay.

See, back in, oh... probably '07, I had freshly dropped out of Statics and started pushing a mop down in Dawnside Quay.

It wasn't glamorous work, but I could smoke all I wanted and listen to the radio, and that was better conditions than the lab for a guy like me. Yadda yadda sterile work environment, you get the picture.

But I had a buddy- you don't know him, he's still putzing around Synergetics- and he was miserable. Not 'order a pizza about it' miserable, and not 'drink yourself under the table' miserable, either.

No, this guy, Alchemy preserve 'im, woke up miserable. Wasn't a side of the bed to get out of that weren't the wrong one.

BUT HE WAS A CATCH!

Sure, the soggy bastard had bags under his eyes and a chip on his shoulder, but you shoulda seen that hair. Those ears, even. And I figure, what the hell- maybe I can get this guy a girlfriend. Maybe that'll light a fire under his ass, y'know?

So I started lookin' around. But, eheh, my natural charms hadn't really come into their own at the time. Smart girls weren't sure what to think of a guy who didn't have a diploma, and dumb girls, well, there ain't any, in the cube.

And then it dawned on me. Heh, dawn- y'know, 'cause I was working in Dawnsi- anyway, anyway-

What if I took the sorry sadsack out to dinner? Wouldn't that be something?

So I slipped him a note, right- 'hey, there's someone who's interested, wants some of your time. Tonight, eight, down by PR&T Esoterics. Dress nice.'

He don't know it's me down there at the ooze lab, thinks I'm just the messenger. So he takes the bait, gets himself gussied up, and meanwhile...

I'm already down there, shakin' black pepper onto these oozes and laughin' myself stupid when they blow themselves up with a sneeze.

He rolls up right on time, and I've already started a kind of ooze-splatter chain reaction, y'know, painting the walls all kinds of colors. He's looking lost, y'know- 'where's my date,' et-cetera.'

I don't answer, y'know, I just grin at him. He's the smart one, he can puzzle it out. After a few minutes, I just pass him the pepper and point out some unscathed goop down the hill.

And that's how we spent our evening! Had a great time, got some laughs out of him- bought him some spaghetti, had a pharaoh-naming contest, went home to my place, did some other stuff...

Anyway, he had a great time, and got a free upgrade from 'Sid's miserable buddy' to 'dude who sleeps on my couch and we bonk sometimes.'

And that's the story of how I invented being gay.

🌈You're welcome, Tyria.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #tyria pride #asura

[nonagesimus]

Birthday Prompt 3 - Damian and Tim reluctant bonding

Prompted by @vvienne

“I can’t believe you hit the wrong button.”

“If you were half as smart as you think you are it wouldn’t have been the wrong button.”

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose and fought back a surge of fury. It had been a long time since Damian's last attempt at actually harming him. They were supposed to be on better terms. It didn't matter how infuriating the kid was, he was not about to start a brawl with a ten-year-old. Even if said ten-year-old had taken Tim's half-aware tirade while he puzzled through the Riddler's latest test as gospel and dove directly for what turned out to be very much the wrong button. It could be worse. It could've been one of those tests that spawned a bunch of robots they had to fight, or one that had started the countdown on a bomb, or one that would've dropped a bucket of paint on them.

Instead they were just stuck in a shipping container together, and so far they hadn't been able to find any indication it was something they could open from the inside, so they'd had to request help on comms.

Steph had laughed for nearly a full minute before saying she was in the middle of planting some bugs in the Iceberg Lounge but she'd be over as soon as she was done.

So, ok, maybe it couldn't get worse.

Tim had sat down in a corner at the far end of the container from where Damian was pacing, giving him as much space as possible. He wasn't sure if it was doing much—He didn't think much was going to help until they had an exit. It was something at least. Damian's hood was up, shadowing his face, and every movement he made was sharp and angry.

"We're fine," he pointed out. "There isn't even a screen in here. If Riddler was planning on doing anything he'd want to brag about it. No screen, no bragging, no trouble.”

"That's not the point," Damian snapped. "We were bested by Nygma. That's simply pathetic."

The sentiment wasn't lost on Tim, but he could admit that was probably ego rather than sense. Riddler was a pain in the ass, but the fact that he was a pain was a point in favour of him actually being pretty good at his job. Regrettable, but true. There was a reason he'd checked in with Steph first when it came to getting a rescue; she'd be able to get through the puzzles faster than most bats, and while she'd make fun of them far longer than would feel appropriate, there wasn't the same burn to failing in front of her that Tim would feel if it were Dick or Jason. Or, God forbid, Bruce.

Or at least it felt that way to Tim. Maybe Damian wouldn't agree.

He watched the kid pace for a few more minutes before he said, "Would you have preferred I call someone other than Batgirl?"

Damian sniffed. "Her skills may be adequate in this area specifically." It was about as big a compliment as Tim had ever heard Damian give. He'd have to tell Steph once they had a moment to themselves. "The other Batgirl, however, would be more discrete."

Ah. That tracked.

"You know what they're like," Tim said. "They tell each other everything."

It was even odds if Cass would've ended up calling in Steph herself anyway. She wasn't bad at puzzles when she tried, but she didn't have much patience for them. Especially wordplay, which Riddler loved.

"Tt."

That made Tim feel like he might've scored a point. Probably not the way he should be thinking about the conversation.

"I figured she was the least likely to tell B," he said, baldly.

Damian's eyes flashed towards him. "You're trying to hide your failure from my father?"

"First of all," Tim said, "The failure is both of ours. Secondly, yeah, I really am."

"You should learn to face your shortcomings directly, Drake," Damian said.

Tim, politely, didn't call him out on the use of his name. "Ok, you can tell him what happened."

Damian's scowl deepened for a long moment before he said, "Have it your way."

He starting pacing again without saying anything else, so Tim just leant back further against the wall, tipping his head to rest against it. Thought about closing his eyes, but dismissed it. Even if it had been a while, that felt like taking being vulnerable in front of Damian to a new, idiotic level. Instead he briefly checked in with Batgirl and just got a double tap that indicated she'd acknowledged his message but couldn't talk. Probably still in the Iceberg Lounge, then. For a lack of anything better to so he dug around in his utility belt until he found a little bag of trail mix so he could at least snack.

When he realised Damian was watching him, he held the bag out.

"Want some?"

Damian did nothing for a moment—apparently giving it the same amount of consideration that Tim had given shutting his eyes—before stomping over and grabbing a couple of dried cranberries.

Tim considered calling him out for only taking the best bits, before ultimately deciding they didn't have the kind of relationship where that would be taken as teasing, and said, "You should sit. We're gonna be here until Batgirl finishes up."

The kid scowled into middle distance for a moment before dropping gracefully into a cross-legged position.

"Do you really think you'll be able to hide this from Father?" he asked, apropos of nothing, several long a silent minutes later.

"Eh," Tim said. "If he looks into it he'll probably figure it out, so the main goal is to keep him from thinking he needs to look into it. But it's not like it'll be the first time I've lied to Batman."

Damian fixed him with an intense gaze, leaned towards him so far he rocked forwards a little, and said, "Tell me how."

#dc fic #batfam fic #damian wayne #tim drake #my fic #birthday prompts

[kinocomix]

devlog 18: doo dads, inventories and recycling like responsible authors.

The script for TSTW is 17 scenes long so far, still in progress. I estimate it will be around 30 to 40, which is a welcome change given that my last comic was around 110. with that in mind…

would you believe me if i said i spent an entire day looking for an extremely specific book that i used to own- well two actually now that i think about it. I didn’t find them. One of them was a book with a bunch of electronic crafts for kids, the other was this book where you’re supposed to tear the pages to make everything from a chessboard to a cup. Not important, the point is Brandon Sanderson said something very insightful about writing characters that are smarter than you: being smart, often, is a matter of how much time you have to solve a problem. We consider someone as being smart when they very quickly have a good answer to a given question. The reason I was looking for two random ass books I owned as a kid is because I have the time to figure out how the kids are going to channel their inner bear grylls to improvise, adapt, overcome. they do not.

today, we’re going to be figuring out what we can realistically get away with as far as child inventions go, as well as talking about how as artists, reusing work is normal and shouldn’t be something to be ashamed of.

So first things first: what do the kids in our story have access to? this was the easiest to figure out because I know what living situations most of them experience, so here’s a list:

killouette: stationary and a camera. I’m still unsure which time period the story takes place in, so it’s unsure whether or not the camera is digital. It's objectively more fun if it’s a polaroid camera, because then all her pictures are physical. This is a plus because the only person with a computer in the group is talbas. On the other hand, setting the story in the mid 2000s means she probably has a small digital camera that she could connect to a bigger screen. alternatively, if i choose to set the story in the present, she could have both. unwanted old cameras left in a drawer somewhere.

bata tete: fun craft tools (paint, glue, string, ribbons, a big pile of magazines), a basket and a printer. you can’t go wrong with paint and pictures if you’re writing a story about kids, and this is also helpful because it introduces additional things to bata tete’s character: a more artsy side to complement the mission impossible stuff. instinctively i’m thinking the strings are definitely going to serve as trip wires at some point or another, and paper mache is definitely going to be involved in some way.

falefil: a po box, a piano and an electronic voice recorder. My current headcanon for falefil is that he doesn’t really like toys, so minus getting aluminum foil from his mom’s kitchen, he can probably lend his electronic voice recorder to accomplish something. maybe a makeshift MP3 player?

zmik: toys and objects intended to be used with other kids. all unused. I’ll admit this the saddest one by a longshot but it hits home a bit too hard to not include. I remember the piles of old board games, slingshots, marbles, even -the irony- a pair of walkie talkies I had that just… sat there. I like to imagine Zmik is finally in a place where he can share these things with people he likes.

motsik: broken knick knacks, pieces of mirror, detergents, bent spoons, a lot of wooden kabab skewers. It should come as no surprise that most of what Motsik has to offer is broken to some capacity, because of his violent household. the things he brings are broken because he effectively fishes them out of the trash, figuring his friends might have something they could do with them. note: motsik could also try to make stuff himself, but given his character this would be infrequent.

talbas: her uncle has an electronic equipment store, he teaches her stuff and low key is in on some of the shenanigans the kids do. despite the neglect from her parents, talbas loves spending time with her uncle whose store is nearby. he loves the fact that she’s interested in soldering and making fun doodads, so he has a budget set aside just for her. it’s pretty obvious that talbas’ uncle is the only person tethering her to a sense of purpose and a feeling of love. 

claude: a lot of organic things and the knowledge thereof. Claude has little in the way of possessions, but she has a lot of street smarts. Claude keeps track of inventory across the 6 kids’s houses and frequently is the first to suggest solutions to problems.

with that being figured out, all we need to do to try to combine what they have with what the problem is and we see what comes out the other end. for example:

let’s say they need all hands on deck for something but that means ignoring a hallway where someone could come see what they’re doing. we know they would have access to stuff like strings, empty spools, simple electrical components and tin foil, so they could for example make a small trip wire using one of several methods i thought up:

this one is a pressure pad you can hide under a carpet that sets off a small light or beeper.

this one is a single use tripwire that would not require miles of electrical wire lol.

two things to note: the actual schematics in the book are going to look much nicer but also i’m approaching writing this book with publishing in mind, so I’m steering clear of actually dangerous things like blades and anything stronger than a small battery. which is a shame- i have a very funny story about how i personally once nearly set my building on fire trying to make a lamp when i was like 11, but that’s not the kind of stuff that will get published for middle grade/early young adult readers. I hate having to squash my book into a category like this, but if i’m to have any hope of doing what i love for the rest of my life, this feels like a necessary sacrifice. 

now, as an aside, let’s talk about something I personally do that I think might be helpful to others and I’m going to illustrate my point by sharing spoilers for a project I won't get to for another couple of years. 

Around 2014 was my very first attempt at writing something. it was a story called “Last of the Predators”, a very angsty attempt at something serious written by a version of me with no connection to the subject matter whatsoever. it had no plot outline, end in mind or clearly defined characters. Everyone spoke in the same monotone calm way and every paragraph had way too much description of the person’s emotional state. I eventually lost interest and dropped it, even deleting the blog I had been using to document the updates on. 

shortly after I started making comics, i came up with the ice cream men: a story that follows two aliens kicked off their planet who arrive on earth. In their boredom, they decide to follow the recipe for something called ice cream, inevitably bringing up a million other topics along the way. This might sound fun, but when I came up with it at the time it didn’t feel enough to justify the commitment it would require. it initially focused too much on jokes and really didn’t have much to offer in the way of depth. so i shelved the idea for a while and this is the piece of advice i have:

don’t throw ideas away, just shelve them. 

around this time is where my studies got in the way. When you’re just starting out trying to make art, everything stops you dead in your tracks. It wasn't until I started working on illustrating almost home that the creative gears started turning again. I came up with a whole bunch of things, but some of what I did is revisit my folder of abandoned projects. Sometimes when a project feels dull, it can be helpful to merge it with another one. This doesn’t always work but when it does it can lead to very interesting results.  This is what I did with the ice cream men. I took the philosophical premise of the ice cream men which suffered from an underdeveloped plot and bad setting that didn’t suit the theme, and I combined it with the idea that survived after I cut all the slack out of Last of the predators which is the following:

The world LOTP is set in suffered a cataclysmic event that killed all the animals. Humans being how they are, they quickly built a religion around this and decided that some people have “predator souls” while others have “prey souls”, even going as far as to genetically engineer the way people look to introduce animalistic features to faces and bodies. The story is very political in nature and revolves around this role reversal that happens many many years after the cataclysm… and that’s where all the bullshit comes into play that I cut out. 

As a side note, what I just told you is the polished version of the lore I rewrote for this devlog- it’s not the one I decided to settle on for the ice cream men but I'm sharing it regardless for the sake of documentation. point is: the reason this felt relevant to me is because combining this with the ice cream men added a layer of intrigue to the story which i really liked:

two aliens are kicked off their planet and arrive on a deserted planet which the reader knows is earth. In their boredom, they decide to follow the recipe for something called ice cream, inevitably discovering more about this strange planet and its past… 

That past is the yet untold story of LOTP, with a less shitty name and more consideration given to the themes and mechanics of the things at play. so effectively we have several narrative layers at play:

the ice cream thing which could be a commentary on purpose or the creative process in addition to being a fun jumping off point for comedic relief

the past of the planet which could offer some mystery to the story, and maybe encourage some more serious topics to be brought up

and a third secret one, that i’m not willing to share just yet.

which i think is a story more worth telling. Here's another example more immediately relevant to our devlog. two years ago, I was thinking about how funny it would be to have unnecessarily complicated contraptions in the kitchen. the type of stuff you see unemployed engineers do for social media instead of benefiting mankind. I asked myself how would you go about making those contraptions useful: maybe someone could benefit from them if they were for example disabled, cool. too straightforward for my liking. What if they were small? like… as small as a bug? a very small chef. 

how to cook when you’re 2 inches tall. that sounds fun i like it. What if it was a cookbook where part of the instructions were these complicated instructions on how to build and solder electronics? fun! I need a chef and an engineer to do that. I am neither. 

don’t throw ideas away, just shelve them. 

I kept thinking about that for a while. I imagined our protagonist Claude, a small hercules beetle who loves to cook. I wrote three versions of the script of a comic and even discussed making it a short animation at some point, but it didn’t feel right. it’s not the vision. It needs to be a cookbook.

queue Killouette and the fact that I’m really annoyed at how the camera can see everything. I remembered the idea I had with the cookbook, so I thought why not borrow some of that and make it a diary?  Let’s add Claude in there as well for good measure. Maybe then how to cook when you’re 2 inches tall can be the one that comes after Killouette if I’m lucky enough to get funding. A grown Claude who made it big as a cook. By combining the two projects into two parts of the same series, I fixed the problem I had with the camera and added continuity to two otherwise one off projects. 

So maybe that’s something to keep in mind. don’t throw away ideas, shelve them instead. 

Next week we’ll be looking into the supplementary children’s book attached to killouette.

devlog updates on tuesdays. 

#comic #webcomic #kinocomix #devlog #graphic novel #journal comic #writing

[queenofplaguerats]

⚠️DHMIS (2022) EPISODE 6 SPOILERS⚠️

Okay so... There's a lot to unpack here, right? Like we just got about 2 hours of Don't Hug Me I'm Scared content dumped on us all at once, as opposed to the previous years of drip feeding. It's a lot of data to sort through if you want to do any kind of in depth analysis.

So I'm honing in on episode 6, since that's the one that actually jumped out at me. I've seen a few theories tossed around, but so far no one seems to be quite on my wavelength so I figured it's worth sharing.

First, a quick run down of the important plot points to Episode 6: Electricity. The theme of the title is pretty quickly relegated to a B plot, with the Teacher having her batteries swapped with Yellow Guy's (yeah he's battery powered apparently). This makes her uselessly dumb and everything pretty much immediately devolves into chaos. Yellow Guy, however, suddenly... Okay have you ever seen the movie Limitless? He does a limitless. He gets really smart.

So smart that he starts to understand that the Teachers are... Mostly actually wrong about everything. This is probably intended as very straightforward commentary on educational programming and its tendency to dumb down topics for the sake of accessibility, even to the detriment of actual learning. That's kind of this series' bread and butter.

Where it gets interesting is when Yellow Guy decides to climb the stairs. It turns out that up the stairs is... Red Guy and the Duck? But not quite. They're bigger and... Smarter? But in practical terms this basically means they massive smug ass clowns who can do "two lessons at once."

Yeah it's weird. Then, Yellow Guy (absolutely fed up of this smug pseudo intellectualism) sees through the artifice. He catches a glimpse of...

The puppeteers.

This drives him off and he climbs the next set of stairs to find...

Freaky space age versions of Red and Duck. These ones are actually so intelligent that they don't have to interact with the Teachers. Instead, they experiment on a poor helpless creature for entertainment. It could be said that this suggests they've BECOME Teachers themselves, inflicting cruelty on the next generation, perpetuating the cycle. It could also be said that this is a commentary on the idea that being intelligence makes you cruel, and a refutation of it since Yellow Guy is still smarter than them, understanding that their "experiments" achieve nothing but wanton cruelty.

So, Yellow leaves, and ascends one final staircase. Where he meets...

Lesley. Lesley is significant for a few reasons. For one, at the start of the episode we see her crank the wheel that starts the house spinning in the intro of EVERY episode. She also appears briefly at the end of episode 5, returning the car and the characters to the house and resetting things to normal.

Lesley is basically God in the DHMIS universe. Seemingly. Notably, she's the only truly HUMAN character we've seen to my knowledge, but her face still has sewn on patches. There's something about her that's still not quite real. She narrates as Yellow enters the room, a few lines which are VERY important to this analysis.

"Batteries can be replaced

But some things stay the same.

No matter how we twist and turn

We're still dancing in chains."

She then hands Yellow Guy a book. A book etched with symbols that actually appear a few times throughout the series as minor background details.

More interesting, to me, though... Is the embossed imagery around the border. They're 100% about the story of DHMIS. We never get a good look inside the book, but I think it's safe to say it would probably be about the characters. Maybe scripts, or a production bible.

The last thing we see in this room is a door, ajar, and behind it... Another stairs. We never see what would have been on the next floor up. Maybe Becky and Joe, maybe some Channel 4 exec, maybe a stage where Yellow Guy could finally see the audience. Maybe it's a dead end.

Finally, Yellow Guy descends. Without the batteries that have empowered Yellow Guy, the house has been enveloped in shadow. Red Guy and the Duck sit by the fridge in the dark.

Yellow Guy returns with knowledge, a sort of divine revelation. Red Guy and the Duck don't care. They take the batteries, bring their false world back to life, return to the status quo. Yellow returns to his old self as well. The trio shred the book. They reject the truth. Their world may be strange, unpleasant, miserable... But to them that's just their world. Why peer behind the curtain? Why chance it? Better the devil you know.

Okay that's it, I just spent... Way too many paragraphs and an hour of my life summarizing this episode of a silly spooky puppet show. Why? Well, for that I'm gonna have to drag you into the philosophy dungeon for a minute.

Show of hands, who's familiar with Plato's Cave?

For some of you, a lot of pieces just clicked together. Others... I'm sorry just watch this video.

I think this really encapsulates the ideas behind episode 6. Yellow Guy sees the light, sees the world beyond the cave, but his fellow prisoners are content with their shadows. "No matter how we twist and turn, we're still dancing in chains."

Look at these side by side and TELL ME that's an accident. Duck literally says "We'd better get used to the dark."

This is a very well known thought experiment in philosophy, the idea of Becky and Joe adapting it for their story which explores similar themes of knowledge and understanding is FAR from implausible. Hopefully you guys agree that there's something to this analysis. Sorry not sorry if you wanted lore and got a philosophy lesson.

#horror #horror movies #don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis #Lesley #dhmis lesley #yellow guy #red guy #duck #duck guy #television #film analysis #media #media analysis #plato #allegory #philosophy #puppet #puppets #puppetry #theory #Youtube

[its-maemain]

So this morning as I struggled to want to get up an AU came to me. I've been struggling on how to word some of this so bare with me.

This got longer than I thought it would but here:

Lois Lane and Clark Kent find out they're having a child later on they find out it's a girl, they're overjoyed and shit. But their relationship is on the down low, and everyone in Metropolis is convinced that Lois and Superman not only have a thing for each other but are together(which they aren't wrong). So when Lex Luthor finds out Lois is pregnant he comes up with a plan(cause his blad ass thinks he's so smart). And he does succeed.

Clark has to go off planet for [intergalactic problem here] and so he's gone for a few months during Lois’s pregnancy. So while Superman is away Lex is like ‘yes my plan will go so much easier now’ and so Lois gives birth, after she(the baby) is put in the baby ward thing, Lex steals their daughter. He gives her this serum that (in theory) blocks her powers till something triggers them. It does work but he doesn't know what will trigger it or how well it works.

He decides to put her as far away from them as possible on Earth tho. So she's in France getting adopted by the lovely couple who own a bakery and want a child. They can't due to biological complications, and Lex can watch them easily ( he knows French ig for this ). And they get to name her cause she doesn't have name.

So enter Marinette Dupain-Cheng the adoptive daughter Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng. There are some things they just can't explain about their daughter, they love her very much. Shenanigans my beloved, shall ensue.

But she's so small and doesn't have a lot of muscle how is she carrying this bag of flower at the age of 10? OH NO BOILING WATER GOT ON HER SHES GONNA GET BURN MAR- oh, she's okay...? MARINETTE DONT STARE AT THE SUN! They go to the doctor to check her eyesight, she has perfect vision. Marinette the fastest kid in her class, faster than Kim and Alix, they're playing hide and seek? Oh Mari is up a tree!

Back with Clark and Lois, Superman threatens Lex or talks to Bruce or something idk. Jon is made or born 2 years later(idk his story sometimes he's a clone sometimes he's not???!) when Mari is 2, then two more years later Con is born(I know for a fact he is born) so Mari is like 4. Bruce is doing the blood thing, but Lex has that shit under strict supervenience. And while raising the boys they learn what they should look for.

Tom and Sabine conclude that Mari is a Meta, talk to her about this when she is like 12, than when she is almost 14 she searches this stuff up and she's like “okay, no powers” well that gets thrown in her face when she was left with being Ladybug. Lex can't watch her anymore cause Paris closed itself off!

How being Ladybug affects Marinette:

She is still really strong even with that serum not letting her be at full strength so now that she has the Miraculous it enhances her already enhanced strength so she has to pull her punches, and this is one of the main reasons why she uses her yo-yo and her brain in battles rather than brute force, cause she could kill the akuma. At least she thinks so, who knows, depends on the writer!

Post [What-ever-the-fuck version of Gabriel we're dealing with]:

There are two ways this can go! 1) Mari during her time as Ladybug and Guardian activated the trigger so she could use all her half-Kryptonian-ness or 2) somehow it wasn't triggered yet but it was at some point while being around JL. Probably from being around Superman and her body went “FATHERRRRR”

And why Clark hasn't figured out this is his daughter after meeting her? Magic suit y'all! Prevents him from using x-ray vision on her, so he doesn't see her hybrid organs. One thing is for certain Bruce wants to adopt her! He can't of course cause she has already been adopted, so instead, he offers her a place to stay in Gotham, all paid, and any school of her choosing in Gotham. She says she’ll think about it, and when she researched she was surprised, and decided why not! She can fight villains, build her career, see what she can do with her new activated power, *cough* get all that pent-up rage out *COUGH*!

One big problem tho, the Meta and Magic users ban, so she talks to him again, he's like I'm willing to adjust my ban, then he does a double take cause “meta?” cause guess what Brucie, you wanna take in a meta-magic user! So he adjusts his rules.

Time passes, a long time depends, but Clark and Lois go to this gala being reporters and friends with Bruce. This gala is also Mari’s first. She's been doing great, other than almost burning her room in the middle of the night a few weeks ago. But it's fiiiiine, they're all learning, and Damian has his suspensions.

Clark was area of Bruce having another kid in his wings, and he does his x-ray things like he does all the batfam, and that's when he sees it! She wasn't human, she was part human. So he takes her Bruce, and is like “you can't have this child” “why tf can't I!” “this is our missing daughter!!”

So after the gala they all sit down and talk this out, they call Jon and Kon to get their asses here to see their sister! They talk to Tom and Sabine and they’re willing to share custody especially cause of how this happened! Anyway big family in the end.

This has probably been done somewhere but I needed to get this written out. I really want to write this, but if anyone does tag me please! PLEASE!

Bonus points for any salt or angst. Just sayin

Edit: it really shows how I didn't know about Kon and it pains me everytime I get a notification for this. Excuse my dumbassery.

Jon is born two years after Mari, Kon is made whenever the fuck he’s made, so Kon is like twoish year's older than Mari growth wise?? Cause Damian and Tim are like five/six years apart? (supposed to be anyway but who gives a shit, apparently not the DC writers, cause like aren't they supposed to be idk 7-9 years apart?? I don't care really it gives better annoying the shit out each other I'm specific ways while in the same household prevogligous)

They call Kon cause, “you're family regardless and we found our daughter we want you to meet her, get yo ass over here”

#maribat #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #bio dad clark kent #biodad au #lex luthor is a dick! #batfam #superfam #maribat prompt #mlb salt #maribat salt #meta marinette #kryptonian marinette

[lokilysolbitch]

My new fixation is bad poetry

and its making me think about how to define art and poetry and what makes poetry good etc but I can't go back and find my sophomore english teacher and rant about it so I'm making it yalls problem. but mr c if ur in here pls read also what do you mean thats one way to skin a hamster. thats not how it goes what are you talking abou

first of all, ive finally figured out my current definition of art: records of the human experience or just experience in general. so yes paintings and poetry but ALSO tiktoks or a decorated room. idc if you think its stupid there are remnants and references to human experiences ALL OVER those. so basically if it left a mark at any point, its art. maybe not always "good" or skilled, deep, etc but it is art (to me)

secondly, what is poetry? the same sophomore english teacher asked this at the beginning of a unit and the class was struggling. every time we listed a requirement for poetry he went "is that necessary though?". "it has to rhyme" "does it?" "it has to be deep" "does it" "it needs to have words!" ".....does it?" man idk i was 15 and sleep deprived

but now im less sleep deprived and i have an answer. I would consider poetry a spectrum (but not necessarily flexible. i wouldn't say you have to bend it's meaning to make something fit) but also playing with language, to be playful with it and have fun with it, to use it as a toy in a way. using language in a way different from its intended use. so writing a personal narrative about a deep topic? not poetry. maybe you had fun with it but thats still its main use. to make words rhyme, to alliterate, to use words just plain wrong? probably poetry. its still a spectrum. and im aware this means that saying something like "yew nork/glass fork" would count as a shitpost and poetry while "Ill love you and ill never stop loving you" doesnt and um i dont care i said what i said--

this would also mean most books and speeches would have little bits of poetry in there and i stand by that too. maybe the entire thing isnt poetry but bits of it could count. i came to this conclusion on the meaning of poetry because i saw too many "aesthetic" free verse poems that were just. tweets. you coulda just made it a sentence and posted it for free. there was no attempt to play with language. you just used it the way you were supposed to. its just a quote.

im definitely going to add more onto this about what i think poetry critics miss sometimes and why formal teaching of poetry is flawed but not all in one post bc its a lot. However i have one last concept to attempt to define. this one has always made me the angriest

GOOD VS BAD POETRY/ART

where do i even start. maybe we should just get rid of these terms completely and make people say what they mean. is it good or did he just use literary devices correctly. is it good or is it genuine. is it good or is it deep. is it good or is it entertaining. is it good or do you like it. is it good or is it popular. is it good or is it complex. is it good or is it creative.

ive been saying since i was i was maybe 12-13 that even though good does not have a solid stable meaning, there is still a sense of what good is. We know what its supposed to be. classical music, Edgar Allen Poe, Da Vinci are good. sure most people barely know or understand or care about these things other than one piece of work they can recall because they had to look at it in highschool that time and the teacher seemed to appreciate it. and we know that reality tv, messily hand drawn animals, and half assed near unintelligible tiktok skits are bad.

but....wait we like those though

ive come to the conclusion that while still shifting, "good"'s meaning in scholarly settings tends to come down to whatever those somethingth century european dudes and what the modern smart looking guys deemed intelligent. and in colloquial settings, what everyone likes.

many pretentious types will say rap is bad and the subject matter is crude and the same way im sure some old european guy would have said or has said traditional african music is too weird and primitive to be respectable.

now. i dont really listen to rap intentionally. if its in there its in there. I used to be pretentious and after changing i just never got too deep into it BUT. i listened to a Nicki Minaj song one time just to see and yeah it was not family friendly but dear god was it clever. the way she'd drop the most genius alliteration-personification-allegory-englishvocabword and then just keep it moving like im not gonna have to stop and ponder the seven layer reference to bedtime hanky panky. its smart. its creative. its complex. and so many rappers can write about the same topics over and over and still come back with a new way of phrasing it. its genuinely impressive

but so many still wouldn't consider it good.

the term good when it comes to art, while having somewhat of a meaning is still useless. make your own personal standards for what is important for you to see in art. its kind of silly for us to collectively decide "okay this art? we like it. this is good" and then go to a different community (age group, culture, race) and go "were going to show you the new gold standard for good! its what we liked! you dont do it like this?? then yours is bad!". historically thats never been a good move

what i find important with poetry (and by poetry i mostly mean song writing bc i dont even read poetry like that) tends to be "is it a poem? or a sentence/paragraph". everything other than that just has to do with my taste and what I prefer in the moment. and it goes the same for everyone else. there's no universal good or bad with art. its just what a dominant or culturally respected group of people said was important.

limericks are bad tho jesus told me/j

TL;DR: i think anything that records an experience is art. i think toying with language mostly makes it poetry, and i think its weird people create little boxes for good and bad and make everyone else adhere to it

#poetry #poetrycritic #creative writing #formalapollooffering #instagrampoetry #instapoetry #art #philosophy #songwriting #bad poetry #rap #writing analysis #literature #ididntproofreadthis #infodump #hyperfixation #adhd #literary device #handmadeorganicpost

[darkicedragon]

darkicedragon how does kentas deal w if hes actually pissed m off? bc werewolves probably just fight it out and then move on, but m holds Grudges and trust needs to be built up again after a fuck up (theres maduke, but he also probably held a grudge BECAUSE he couldnt just fight it out w muzaka and get the result he wanted) and asking m to fight after upsetting him is just going to upset him more so kentas is just ono???? ococo They would probably need intervention Cause both of them deals with it differently And to be honest i dont think Kentas is smart enough to realize that M is holding his issues in XD They probably gonna have a big fight To the point kentas thinks that they have broken up darkicedragon or that its his fault. oh no 'hey, you seem kinda grumpy/down today. wanna spar to perk you up?' o3o 'are you FUCKING serious??' '.....yeah? thats why i asked?'

ococo Cause M would def say something like "I dont want to see you, and I dont want to hear your fucking voice" ococo Yess Franken and Muzaka would have to middle darkicedragon muzaka just like OHO 'oi, kentas. here, NOW!' kentas just like O-O??? while frankenstein steps in to go distract m before m goes for kentas' throat 8') azure honestly, if M got angry at Kentas Kentas done fucked up for real bc I can't imagine M like being upset with something small, or annoyed esp when M would be the type to take a loooong ass time to trust someone so Kentas would've had to fuck up BIG to break M's trust and get him angry ococo Yup Probably kentas deserves to be kicked in the ass XD azure imagine they go searching for M's past and they find out that some/all of the M series ppl were like criminals and Kentas is like "good, they deserved their fate 😤 " and he meant well, like criminals need to be punished but M is livid darkicedragon maybe m is v much 'want to be left alone rn' vibes, but kentas cant read that, which keeps making m more annoyed bc pushing ms comfort boundaries is going to make him vvv techy darkicedragon oOOOH BOIIIIIIII ococo OH MY GOD darkicedragon could depend, bc kentas prob flips between the warrior mentality and 'well. almost all the ww warriors were also criminals so...' ococo HE NEEDS TO BE SLAPPED ON THE FACE azure if M would stop and think, he'd understand why Kentas said that but he's angry Kentas said that about what was like his family ococo And I like the concept! M "are you saying that I also do deserve to die?" azure M would get cold bc there's one thing getting angry at an enemy who you know is gonna attack you and it's something else when it's someone you trust back stabbing you ococo Ohohohohoh 🤤 darkicedragon m just stops interacting w kentas completely blanks him ococo Kentas screwed up Muzaka would also tell him in the face That M needs space and he better give it to him azure gets worse when they find out M was actually a criminal himself had to serve some good years for something bad darkicedragon kentas trying to figure out how to make up and muzaka just shooting them down 'so i should go spar w him?' 'no' '?? talk w him?' 'no' 'but.... what do i do?' ono 'keep out of his way and dont try ta force your way back in. yer LUCKY hes still letting you even see you rn. hes not a ww, so he doesnt act like one. remember that' ono azure bc M realizes Kentas thinks he should pay for his crimes as well ococo M starts to feel as awful as when he was first adopted.. feeling that he is not worth the second chance, and his boyfriend thinks the same darkicedragon 'i guess i should have just stayed in the union where i belong...' ococo Qwq T2 if they exist in this au they would very much be like hisssssss at Kentas too azure Kentas not understanding what he did wrong bc subtle things like these just... don't cross his mind he's v straight forward ococo He thinks M already redeemed himself but it sounded like if M didn't get the chance to be at frankens household that he also ought to deserve whatever happened to him darkicedragon kentas' thought processes are like 'hes at frankenstein and muzakas house and accepted here. hes strong now. past is in the past' and thats all that matters 'me helped me realise the other ww warriors were shit and move on from that, so i should do the same' not realising theres a difference between ww warriors and being experimented on bc of past deeds (that they dont even remeber) azure Kentas going to ask Franken and Muzaka what's wrong bc he simply doesn't understand and they ask him what he said or what their convo was Kentas tells them and Muzaka goes 😬 and >^> at Franken bc Franken goes =_= "While I do understand your line of thought, Kentas, you must understand you said that about what was practically M's family. At the same time, it sounds like you think M does not deserve redemption." "You are not wrong to think one must face the consequences of their actions and punishment for their wrongdoings, it's not always a black or white matter. There are grey areas." ... what would M be convicted of? 🤔 I'm thinking fraud or theft or like maybe some criminal activity stuff darkicedragon gang member? òvó azure yesss ò0ó darkicedragon basically a smaller version of the union w no experimentation 'hah... it would explain why i took so well to the union...' azure >w> and finds out he was a target bc he was an orphan who was taken in by the gang so no one would miss him so no family in the first place, except for the gang that used him darkicedragon so even no past in his past >w> or his gang also got destroyed bc they were trying to encroach on the unions turf azure yesss òwó Franken will prolly advise Kentas to think from M's perspective and understand why it hurt him so and to talk to him

#noblesse #skype conversations #madameazzure #ococo #m21 #kentas #kentasm21 #muzaka #frankenstein

[mashas-rotting]

The Slytherin Princess

Chapter 6

Chapter warnings: Blood as always, Injury, Almost dying, Tom has feelings (kinda)

As per the recent norm, Tom was waiting for you after class. His dark eyes bore into yours making you shift feeling naked. "What?" You tried to snap, but it came out weakly. "Nothing." He says after a moment. Then he shakes his head then looks away.

"Avery should be there today. I imagine your rematch will go no differently." Tom walks towards the training grounds as he speaks. "If you have no hope for him, why do this at all?" You ask keeping pace beside him. "He will learn. Once he can control his emotions he'll be a great wizard. They all will, but he has far too much pride." Tom replies. "Is that why you want him to duel a 'mudblood'? Have him knocked down by someone he considers weaker and lesser to hurt his pride?" Tom smirks at this, his eyes flicker to yours. "Yes, That's definitely part of it. I meant what I said the first day though, none of them have been able to hold their own against me the way you have. Until they can, you will train them."

Once you get to the training field Lestrange volunteers to go first; stepping forward when the rest of the group kept their distance. "I'd rather get my ass handed to me now and use the rest of the time to figure out what went wrong than have to limp back immediately after." He laughs. "I don't know I think you might have me this time." You reply kindly. The both of you know you're lying. Wands at the ready, Bow, Pace, You turn to attack and-…

Tom

Tom found himself smiling with his arms crossed at Y/n's interaction with Lestrange. It was good for her to both embrace and be embraced by other pure bloods, even if they didn't know her status. Lestrange had always been smart, he probably sensed she was different. And he was always the most talented in the group at dueling, Tom suspected he would be the first to knock her on her ass. Not anytime soon of course, but one day. With any luck, they all would come out of this as good as Y/n.

He watched as the two of them as they got in position. "Bombarda!" An explosion threw Y/n back and slammed her into a tree. Blood pooled around her limp frail looking body on the ground; she must have thrown into a branch. Avery stood defiant and proud to the side sporting a shit eating grin. "Crucio!" Tom heard himself cast the spell. Avery collapsed screaming. Good. Tom ran to Y/n. 'She can't die like this." His thoughts repeated over and over. "Help her!" he screamed commanding his followers. As he held her, parts of her skin blistered under his hands, a gaping wound poured blood from her back. His ears were ringing and it felt as though everything was happening in slow motion. No one was moving fast enough.

Y/n was taken to the infirmary. She was alive. Avery was taken… somewhere else. He was also alive. For now at least. Y/n had lost a lot of blood and had second and third degree burns on her chest and arms, perdominately on the right side. Tom had told the nurse they had been searching for rare herbs in the forbidden forest to impress slughorn with, when they were attacked by someone they didn't recognize. Tom had been chewed out and reminded that the forbidden forest was in fact, forbidden. 50 points were taken from Slytherin. That didn't matter. And Tom had to meet with the head master in the morning. Still, Tom refused to leave Y/n's side all day and had even snuck out passed curfew to sit beside her at night.

Tom experienced something he had not done since he was a boy at the orphanage. Tom Marvolo Riddle, cried. He didn't mean to, he didn't even realize it was going to happen. Silently, hot tears streamed down his face as he watched Y/n sleep. His hand reached up and touched them. Confusing thing to do. Pointless. Tears don't solve anything. And there were problems that needed to be delt with. Avery. He needed to be delt with. But Tom found he couldn't think straight so he decided to go to the restricted section to read up on Y/n's family. Maybe He'd find something to help her there.

As he rose to leave the moonlight coming in from the window shown on Y/n's wrist, stopping him in his tracks. 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' He almost laughed. Stupid girl. He had wondered what is was Y/n wrote with the quill. Now he knew. The nurse must have thought we were a couple messing around with forbidden magic and she accidentally got injured. Tom frowned, not liking how close that was to the truth. He would have to erase the memory of her wrist from any attending in the morning.

#fanfiction #reader insert #tom riddle #harry potter #Tom has feelings #Almost #injury #awww Tom cares #Maybe #Avery is a shit #I dont hate him I just needed a bad guy

[incarnateirony]

No people thought jensen was cheating when he was filming the boys and didn’t go back to Texas. Something about his hairdresser talking, or a co-star, or he was just out seen with a woman a lot who was probably an agent because his other one passed away. No body was saying he had girlfriend he was living with, in fact according to you your friends are the only people that even knew he wasn’t living alone because his landlord’s daughter was obsessed with cockles.

Oh no, hi 2po. I see you're very quick to run in on anon while refusing to address the actual receipts you're pretending you can't see. That was a very swift response.

Nono. I do remember this. Or more... 3 different individual people, 2 of which aren't even in my server, remembered it and messaged me, and are actively digging through your blog. Unfortunately between the waves of gif spam you use to hide your failures and washouts or when you're caught lying, and the giant well of "i know something, vague but special" and "that's it!! that's what I knew! Dang I wish I posted that!" like. It's taking them a bit. Don't worry, we lookin. Because unlike you we don't just make up shit about people.

So how about this buddy. You stop your psychotic compulsive lying and check with your Source. The one that couldn't figure out why even when he told me the script was fake, I was like, lol, ur an idiot, it's real, the stamps and everything we have in back says ur wrong. Oh wait Snotty didn't communicate that to you did he. Rub your eyeballs like the toddler you're acting like throwing noodles at the wall.

You're seeing it. You're seeing you've wrung out your audience so bad it takes you weeks to do half of what we used to do in a day or two even while you wave script candy now. You're seeing more and more people question you. Not just like. Attack or insult. Just reasonably question you. You consider that trolling, because the answers are just averse to you. You've been completely discredited on M&Gs, and you blew your own foot off there. That was really the only thing you had beyond grifting six digit figures out of the fandom to send you and your buds gold panel cruising and swear it's for charity that gets a fraction of it 2 years after the fact when your ass in on fire.

Knock it off dude. It's sad. What's even your end goal? I know you're not truly this stupid. You're smart enough to con people the way you have, unnoticed, this long, for your free luxury joyride and collectables via scripthunt. You can see the writing on the wall. I know you can.

So what's the point? Just seeing if you can wring a few more gold panels out of people before episode 13? Just hoping you tear everyone else down to your level? Trying to successfully prove anyone's as fake as you? Literally dude what even is your agenda anymore.

Because it's definitely not reporting reality. Your blog has become a weird wave of unsourced flashfiction spun wholecloth from only the silkworms between your ears about me, to imagine a form of me as a mythological beast you can vanquish, because you can't actually beat me as what I am, or say, or do, so you need a fictional version.

You obviously never check on if any of the statements you make are even REMOTELY true, they're all EASILY countered any time you do more than Vague. Your M&Gs are the same, I'd say you got tricked there but no, that was conscious on your part, because you tried to retaliate and report, but it was your own drunk, violent friend threatening hellers at con you hope everybody forgets about.

It's your whole thing. Wholecloth lies pinned together with a few snipped out pieces of truth and rearranged in the most bizarre orders without any intent to actually search out reality or tangible sources.

Like dude you can't even bother to try to find receipts on my blog of what you claim I say, or check that you won't be a lying assclown on saying it. How the fuck you think you can source wtf production is doing.

Why. Stop manipulating people dude. There's only a few months left. You don't need to exploit them literally until the moment your platform combusts. Just let them be. You can let go dude.

[the-firebird69]

There are other things happening in Charlotte county and they have about five people they're going to court today over their lands in Florida and Dave is one of them and he will lose probably 30% of what he has left and he only has like 20% of what he had so that's a good percentage it's 1/3 and he seems to not care and it's true he's a moron and the others are going to court too for the lands and the numbers are not the same they have about 40% of what they had and they're all going to lose 30% of that and it's about 20% on top meaning they'll have only 20% left of what they had last year the land is going to go to different uses than they think oops a lot of it is fertile and will probably use for food and things like that by these pseudo empire and it's going to be a huge deal they need it and they need a lot more of it the weakening in the Eastern hemisphere doesn't necessarily affect this location that much it's because they're a bunch of weirdos I put that back up there it fell off so I put it back and he's just telling Mac he put the carpet back he already saw it but okay and there's a bunch of other stuff happening these people don't listen they don't learn they don't listen to threats they don't listen to implied ones they don't listen to people telling them what to do and they're going to get beat up

-the process of our son getting bigger is begun and he's getting stronger and it's hard to tell and he is feeding his body and it's working and he's getting beefier and he's having a little difficulty with the heavier weight it's just not true he's not that heavy but he's actually filling out and the fat is changing into other stuff and people said it he's getting really big and his shoulders are very wide he said they're sticking out there it's like the transformer or something and he's going to be a big guy it's already started we checked the tests and we tested again a lot of it is deteriorating rapidly but some of it comes out and will last a few months in the system without hyperoxygenation and that brings us to the next point

-with just a pseudo empire around and a lot less morlock which is going to happen shortly tonight the weekend greatly tomorrow they'll start to leave and for good unless they try and attack and they'll leave for good the hard way Tommy f will be exposed and he will be exposed for being the jerk that cost the mass of invite and the morlock will see and hear it finally and we have it written that's what happens and they do see it occasionally our son and daughter say but they'll see it very clearly shortly they really need to their massively annoying

-shortly this area is going to change the pseudo empire has been moving in and they're moving this idiots out of the way it's not going to take too long and they get straightened out on what they've been doing especially Dave and they're going to move him out of the apartment for what he's doing today

More shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera you know Dave AKA Mike goodhue you don't have your mass trait I learned it real quick and I'm a lot smarter than you idiots in the math is causing you death and you're not going to recover you're complaining about it and all these movies in the future it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you're doing something wrong but you guys can't see it and you just keep doing it you got this wise ass little s*** baby retort the ain't going to make it you're not strong for being an a****** who doesn't listen to people who are smart I have a game and I don't like the empire and you're this f****** fool always falling on me all day long you're going to be moved out Tommy f thinks he's going to take the apartment he's the one pushing you out you f****** big f**** and you're not really big okay the jeans didn't transfer that much and he's not really that huge but you're bigger than normal retards but you know where near my size on the inside right now I don't need you in my face you ugly piece of s*** you got tossed out in the window at UMass too cuz you're a big mouth and I tell you what I wasn't doing it at all I don't know why you wouldn't stop doing it but you're piss people off and you don't get it like your brain blocks out the memory of what you were doing wrong

That was him and I do understand something what I'm doing is out of a Cutlass worm and he says it's way past that you're like some sort of hero taking all the hits for everybody and you never get the damn thing and you didn't work last time and I do see something it seems to be this guy Jason now he's getting hit cuz they know about it there's something on going around but they're passing it down the line and somehow it made it up there to North Carolina and her friend says I may have had something to do with that part and obviously you learned about the empire and where oblivious this empire is huge we're not paying attention since we're being jerks because of them but we won't stop he says some kind of miracle that he gets his laundry done and out of here I agree with him this this is a nightmare what we're doing at the apartments in nightmare and they're big and they're going to ruin us but it won't be until my laundry is done LOL and yippee

Dan

[petkittymeowmeow]

Get. The. Fuck. Off. Ma. Cloud. Bitch.

This is some of that journal work shit right here. I got it air out so I can get past it because evidently it’s bugging me more than I like. 

So trying to make friends with a new neighbor hi hi friendly,you know cross the distance waves, greetings…blahblahblah and then, next thing, I know this bitch is snapping and snubbing me like some smarmy lil miss toogood   

all right so it’s not fucking cool.  I don’t deserve to be snubbed by some little bitch. you know  go on and fuck and put your boundaries up don’t be a fucking asshole about it.. 

Chooses to be a Stuck up a little smarmy bitch about it. 

but what I feel has happened is out there is someone or 2 who will remain nameless who likes to sabotage my reputation by spreading lies and gossip. 

But anyways or what I want to do is get past this and get over this shit because it bugged me and I don’t take being mistreated like that I don’t deserve to. 

I’m trying to figure out why it’s bothering me as much as it is. Specially, I think because it’s based on lies and rumors and a lil bitch  believes in something that was told to them instead of learning for themselves from horses lovely lips yeah

 so I was kind of bummed because dude looked cool from the start like I think he’s gay which is a big plus and he’s just seemed smart. Oh he wears black. He looks a little bit older, but pulls it off nicely. 

whatever I don’t even know his name but now I get to fucking get snap and snubbed every time I’m outside and he’s outside. 

I’d like to go hang out at that little table but that’s not gonna happen. 

I got a fuckall and pretend like I am, I got blinders on 

Because it’s all uncomfortable now so there’s a couple points in this but mainly I just want to get over it because it’s fucking dumb ass bugging me

I don’t like fucking people buying in the rumors that just shows you that he’s probably stupid and I don’t need him to be my friend anyways. 

But the thing is the other morning I saw a dude passed out like fucking unconscious. He’s in a sitting position probably at the crack of dawn outdoors at the little smoking table and he sitting down and he’s fucking bent at the hip flat down in his own lap, probably drooling just arms dangling. I mean he looks totally folded in half like dead weight and I’m looking at him so knocked out and hammered like some kind of fentanyl Fatigue or whatever and I’m like you know what, I should render aid to him just because he is another person but I think, fuck him!  & you know that that’s so wrong to be that way. I mean that dude life’s could’ve been on the line. 

But I gave ZERO FUCKS. 

Also shows as if  I want to hang out with some dude so irresponsible that he parking lot passes out like a goddamn dead ragdoll in the middle of you know Public Square everybody can see him. 

 what the fuck yeah so it is a well known fact for me that Writing or documenting gets it out of my mind on to another place or surface or paper, and then stow it fukkin file it all the away and hopefully my subconscious and conscious fucking whatever conscious figures out ways to where I won’t have to deal with this kind of reality in the future because it isn’t to my best interest to be pestered by some little punk ass bitch and his irrelevant actions. 

#bye felicia #fuck you #punk

[beautiful-is-boring]

Heyo! Could I please request a comfort fic with Dazai and Chuuya (from BSD) with an s/ho (gender neutral pronouns, but female works too please) who has really low self esteem and when they recieve complimets they're just about to cry because they think the complete opposite of what he says? I've been feeling worse than usual lately but this type of fics help me with it somehow :') Thank you before hand if you'll accept my request! (If you feel uncomfortable doing it just ignore my request)

I relate to this sweetie. I hope you know that you are one of the most beautiful and coolest people out there; and I am so sorry for the delay love. I hope this is alright <3

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Beautiful

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Pairings: Dazai x gn!reader | Chuuya x gn!reader (BSD)

Genre: Hurt/comfort, fluff

Contains: Mentions of self hatred, low self esteem, swearing

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DAZAI OSAMU:

Dazai is observant so he has already noticed the way you flinch, or the way you seem a bit uncomfortable when someone compliments you.

He has also noticed how praises encourage you, but at the same time you just push it away and look somewhere else.

He probably figured out why you're acting that way and decided to speak to you about it.

"You know y/n, you're so attractive." He suddenly says one day as you're staring out side the window from your bedroom.

"Wha- nah I'm not that attractive hehe" you replied.

"What do you mean love? You're so beautiful, so hot and so kind and caring! You're clearly very attractive!"

"Osamu, stop..."

He walked towards you and stood right infront of you while placing both of his hands on your shoulders. "I've seen the way you react when someone compliments you. When I complement you. Why?"

You looked straight into his softened eyes and gulped. There was no point in lying to him.

"I don't...I don't know...It's just that-" Your breath hitched as you tried to hold back little sobs. "I don't feel pretty, I don't feel enough. I am truly useless. You complement me so much, I appreciate that a lot; but something in the back of my mind keeps makes me feel opposite of what you tell me. It's stupid, but it makes me feel like shit and I have been feeling this way for a long ass time now."

At this point, tears were falling down your face, and you were genuniely kinda surprised that you managed to say everything without completely breaking down.

Osamu had predicted that you must have felt this way, and his predictions were never wrong. But as he heard you talk about how you were feeling, his heart ached. He felt terrible thinking about how you dealth with such feelings.

He slowly pulled you closer to his chest and hugged you tight as you cried in his arms. He stroked your hair and whispered sweet nothings into your ears to calm you, occassionally kissing the top of your head.

"Darling, I mean every word I say to you. Every single one. You are loved, you are kind, beautiful, smart, and you are so, so strong. I am so damn proud of you and where you are right now love. I love you so much. Never forget that. You are a gift from the heavens y/n, you are a work of art."

His words were going straight to your head, and made you even more emotional as you muttered little 'thankyou's and 'i love you' into his chest. Dazai knew these feelings would not easily go away, but he vowed to give it his all to make you feel loved by him.

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NAKAHARA CHUUYA:

Chuuya won't notice your behaviour at first.

He will, however, start noticing it when you deny his genuine compliments to him directly.

At first he will think you're just being shy, but he senses that it is something else.

And then he will confront you about it.

"Hey y/n?"

"Yeah?"

He approached you as you sat on the couch, reading a book.

"Do I not make you happy? Or do my compliments make you uncomfortable?" He just went straight to the point.

You tried to avoid the question. "What are you talking about Chuu ?"

"Well, it's because whenever I say that you look good or you did a good job, you sort of look ...uncomfortable."

"Oh."

You were thinking of many ways to answer his question. Maybe you should tell him the truth?

"What's wrong babe? Please don't lie to me." You looked up and into his eyes, and saw that all his eyes contained was love and worry for you. He was clearly concerned.

So you sighed and decided to tell him. "Your compliments don't exactly make me uncomfortable." You gripped his hand and your eyes welled up with tears as you talked. This didn't go unnoticed by him.

"I- I feel the opposite of what you say to me you know? And none of this is your fault. It is mine. Everything is my fault anyways. I am worthless, and I am not attractive, and I feel like a disappointment. And I feel like this almost everyday and ever-"

Chuuya muffled your voice by shutting you up with a kiss as you let your tears finally flow.

"Dont." he said. "I don't wanna hear you say bad stuff about yourself. They are so untrue."

You thought he was mad, but when you actually looked at his face, he looked pained.

"Y/n, you are so beautiful. You may think you are not, please don't think you're not beautiful. You're pretty inside and out. Who told you this?" A slight hint of anger was shown through his voice.

"No one. It's me and I have always felt like this."

"Y/n, please look at me." he gently cupped your face with his plam and kissed your forehead. "You are the best thing that happened to me. Please don't break yourself down like this." He pulled you closer to himself and you let yourself fall into his embrace.

"I love you so much y/n. I wanna do anything and everything it takes for you to know how amazing you are."

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