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justhauntley · 4 months
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Okay okay okay long post but,
I need to say this cause it's nearly midnight and this idea is keeping me awake! Please tell me if you like the sound of the idea or if you think it's a bit of a stretch lol
So I started thinking about this today and cannot stop but y'know those Danny Phantom AU where Danny has a space obsession but everyone assumes it's actually a protection obsession?? I had an idea where, what if they're not assuming and Danny's pretending to have a protection obsession because he doesn't want his rouges to feel guilty about keeping him from his obsession?
Here me out! What if Danny feels like pretending to have a protection obsession is necessary to keeping his rouges happy and content while fulfilling their obsessions? He wants them to be happy because it means they'll be more satisfied and will come around less (he hopes). His rouges are more than happy to attack because they feel like they're helping Danny fulfill HIS obsession!
Eventually Danny starts to think of it like he's performing for those around him, like he's the star of the show he didn't realize he was in- He finds himself watching plays and operas and broadway shows and he enjoys them?? Which he didn't expect! Soon he becomes a bit obsessed with putting on the perfect performance for others, but obviously that has side effects on his mental health.
Maybe we can bring in some Ghost King Phantom? Like he becomes the Ghost King once he's graduated university or something and to his surprise, Frostbite tells him that he has a new Performance Obsession and of course this can give an opportunity for angsty spirals... Also if I'm being completely honest, the design and personality I have in my head for him is reminiscent of Furina from Genshin Impact, which I'm pretty sure was an accident, especially because I finished the newest quest yesterday... But whatever... I'll worry about it later.
If enough people like the idea I'll probably put a story and designs together, might even throw some dpxdc into the ring who knows, I sure don't! Anyway, my first time actually putting thought into an AU idea and I'm having a lot of fun with it. Let me know what you think!
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one-time-i-dreamt · 5 months
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The police were chasing me because I had crashed into a streetlight trying to control the car (without a license!) after my family teleported out of it.
A secret trapdoor under a school park's slide let me escape into my grandma's apartment where my family members were reassuring me as I had a panic attack.
The cops banged on the door. I jumped out of the (first floor) window in fear and to escape. I woke up.
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helloimtired · 10 months
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sad lonely yearning screaming crying wallowing hours
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While I certainly have my opinions on Quackity and QSMP as a whole, I do want to remind everyone that if you do see someone upset about this, show them compassion.
It’s hard learning that someone you looked up to isn’t the person you thought you knew. And although our situations are quite different, the emotions can be similar.
So if you see a sad QSMPer: offer them a helping hand. Let them know that there are still places to have love and passion and that even misplaced love is still beautiful and it should be treasured.
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drberfarious · 5 months
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percy and annabeth but they flirt and act couply normally so they start flirting with each other even more and act extra couply just to mess with their friends and then they realize how much they actually love each other and then they confess to each other and then they reveal their relationship to their friends and they're like "we knew it!" and then they reveal when their relationship started and then their friends are like "wait what the f—"
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craycraybluejay · 7 months
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*vibrating intensely*
I hate social norms I hate commands phrased as requests I hate weirdness as a sign of immorality or danger I hate misunderstandings I hate misinterpretation I hate miscommunication leading to fights or alienation I hate unspoken expectations I hate unasserted boundaries and needs I hate socially appropriate small talk I hate gender norms I hate cultural expectations around touch and how one is to show love I hate individualism to the point of selfish indifference I hate virtue signaling I hate ideals of purity I hate things that someone considers rude that no one tells you about until you do a social faux pas I hate silent rules and regulations and terms and conditions on human interaction I hate small sociocultural bubbles I hate indifference being prized and valued as more mature than caring about things and people I hate piss poor reading comprehension and meaningless arguments I hate strawmen and ad hominem being considered a socially acceptable thing to use against others I hate contradicting instructions I hate that people call it "emotional labor" nowadays to just have conversations as friends I hate anger over unspoken rules I hate excuses made to evade spoken boundaries because they're atypical I hate romantic relationships being treated as inherently more important than friendship or sex and familial relationships too I hate completely arbitrary hierarchies and social oppression I hate confusing and roundabout ways of conveying straightforward things I hate oversimplified ways of conveying complex topics I HATE
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tittyinfinity · 6 months
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Phoenix Wright and Saul Goodman would make such a good (toxic) (chaotic) defense team and if I had motivation to finish anything at all I'd write my first and only fanfiction ever just about them so I can print them off and hand them out to the public and then suddenly go missing under mysterious circumstances but no one notices because they're all reading the fanfic because it's so so good but after a few days they're like hey has anyone seen the author so they send out a search team and they find me in the forest tying a politician to a tree loony tunes style and I bave to try to convince them that I'm not the one who did that and I just found them like that and then Saul Goodman and Phoenix Wright themselves walk up to me and say "don't worry. We'll defend you" and then I immediately lose the trial and go to prison for 50 years
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antcomrade · 1 year
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Me when I play night in the woods and the protagonist is a depressed mentally ill college drop out who also got taken out of school for certain reasons and feels like a failure who will never amount to anything: SHE JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL
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lesbianamalvada · 10 months
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some of you girlies treat tumblr like a journal which is fine but sometimes I'll refresh this site and feel like I stole a page from a brilliant yet troubled young woman's diary, so I quickly scroll past to respect her privacy.
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automatic-bazootie · 18 days
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The way Morticia hates flowers and thinks they're gross, daisies in particular, yet she still loves her sister Ophelia dearly and tries to help her the best she can whenever she needs it. That's so important to me
The Addamses are literally such nice people wtf I love them so much
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rapidlydecayingcorpse · 3 months
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kinda sucks being autistic realizing ive been masking my whole life because if i stop now people are just going to wonder why im speaking and acting monotonously when that’s just the default and i’ve been hiding it the whole time to make people more comfortable !
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svnflowermoon · 4 months
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me and my run on sentences against the world
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cryptidanathema · 2 months
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Sometimes I'll start being like "ougghh I'm over 25 I'm a creepy adult invading a childrens space I should go do my taxes reproduce and become an alcoholic like the withered old hag I am" and then I remember two well known figures of the 2010s creepypasta community are still active on here, significantly older than I am and just as prone to getting into stupid fanwank arguments as ever and I'll suddenly feel MUCH better
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largesunglasses · 2 months
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It's a little after midnight and my cramps are so bad I had to take something and go warm up my little rice filled bag thing. I often wonder how painful cramps really are because everyone has a tolerance and I always wonder if mine is low. Anyways I am also playing a game of anxiety or heart attack so I have to post it here or I'll die.
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yvmoveon · 3 months
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looking at pics my sis sent of my parents together on our family excursions to new york and remembering how my dad was basically on the verge of death without us even knowing but i had a feeling cause idk it’s the nurse in me so i literally physically forced him to the doctor and he almost died but didn’t and then my family then had to physically force him to the hospital by calling police at 3am in the morning cause he wasn’t in his right mind and then all of our lives changed forever and he had 2 strokes and his kidneys failed when i was saying that sh*t all along but nobody believed me (note that once again im a MSN ICU nurse and nursing professor) all the while going through my own illness in which they wanted me to get blood transfusions but i opted for iron transfusions instead and now he’s (and I) are better but there literally is a part of last year when he was sick that i don’t remember because of all the trauma if gave me.
i’m thankful for everyone who stuck by me and let me cry on their shoulder tho cause mannn i needed that and i’m blessed to have gotten it!! even now 🥹
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craycraybluejay · 1 month
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we're not fucking but we could i'm aro but we're in love no one understands us but us i am the evil and too the only good i am the first murderer and the protective lion of narnia you are the sun and the shade you are brilliant and undeserving of hurt in some light it looks that you would be beautiful to break but whatever kills you kills me kills us to see you cry makes my mind turn off i don't even know what i'm doing till i've done it there is blood on my hands you are scared but unscathed this is my burden you are my favourite burden you did something horrific and everyone is angry with you and i am too but though i tell you to do better i comfort you i defend you i say we wouldn't do a thing like that naively you do little evils and i if i hadn't a soul for only you would do a far greater evil would erase all of yours with my ultimate consumption you and i we would be together in our heaven which they call hell though i would be a monster and you would be a freak and we would be a lost cause we would be twisted and happy rather we are in our hell which they call heaven and berate us for being this way for ungratefulness for entwinement for violence and sweetness and everything between this is heaven love this is heaven baby what a joke i would never could never allow any delusion to grow further will never change you in a way you were not meant to be changed i will never interfere and only dream and this is a perfect thing indeed because i am the only one who matters and you are the only one who matters and so i should be perfectly still and fluid like an eerie lifeless lake but it is love and not water it hurts and burns and turns you into something else but anyway in my minds eye there is a beautiful framed portrait of us and there i am with my protective and too authoritarian hand on your shoulder and there you are smiling that impossibly sunny smile at me and neither of us are looking at the portrait man i am looking at you but past you i have seen the original sin the room is shrouded in dark and there is a soft glow emitted by a lamp outside of frame captured in brushstroke so swell and you are on a throne in the colour you chose that i made for you and your nails are the colours you chose and your knuckles are pressing against mine on the arm of the throne and the world may see it different even with you in your throne but we both know who has the power here but i am spoiled rotten spoiling you rotten i am cruel inside i am vile and desirous and so very sick for you theres an itch that started in your calf and traveled to my ear and the portrait doesnt quite capture how my pinky finger wanders to feel for your pulse because my dear i must know the rhythm of your heart and in this portrait most importantly its only us not even a shadow or a whisper of the others it is my book on the small glass table and your half eaten meal beside it it is my eyes and yours and they are the same but not quite it is my love and yours it is ours it is us and they look at us and i think i imagine they must see theres something wrong with me or they must percieve something strange in us but its only paranoia because what we are is beautiful and what they see is beauty and that is why they stare sometimes and that is why they smile to themselves and no one is like us but we are like is so that is just fine and if i would like to possess you its only natural if i want to put my blood on you in you moreso and ask that you promise not to wash it away and your friends are awful and my hookups are twice as bad but you and i us will outlive all that nonsense and we will find one day that we're not lonely at all and while therapy will mend our scars it won't fix us that are not broken
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