#so as gross as this is they would probably die of. build up. after some time

[saltycharacters]

Oogh Lovin Baizel and the species concept! What does their diet consist of? Is there any way for them to avoid what happens to them over time? Do the hearts work like- if 1 stops it's ok bc there's others or if 1 stops they all stop?

SO glad you like my silly n weird ideas :""] Regarding the hearts question, it depends on how long they've grown at the time and which heart gives out, the front one / further back / etc - the reason they have so many hearts in the first place is to help pump blood throughout such a massive body. And the longer they get, the more work has to be put into that. So, if they're around 20-30 ish years old or less, they can probably survive a heart or two dying on them because the other hearts can pick up the slack (although the extra strain can promote further heart failure). But with each added foot, the amount of work/ importance each heart is deligated increases, and that makes it much harder to recover from a failure.

Essentially, at some point each heart has to mantain a body section alone and if that stops, then there's a domino effect that affects every heart preceding it since the blood exchange from section to section halted. If this happens though, there's a chance of survival if the hearts near the front/head are ok, as cutting off blood flow to the brain is definetly fatal. The other sections will die off but, as the hyperfauna weasels are literally predestined to have that happen at some point in their lives, it's not the end of the world. They even have systems that can function indipendently regardless of what happens to the body (cough cough. Waste disposal) so the biggest change just becomes limited movment.

For the question about preventing the fates of hyperfauna weasels, assuming that you mean as they are now and not by manually altering the entire species via selective breeding/ bioengineering, there IS. a theoretical way to manually stunt growth (also via bioengineering) but, it is VERY difficult to control the outcome over time, and without careful planning (like, what parts of the body are suppose to be stunted and what parts need to develop to survive? How to prevent this manual cell death from reaching something vital? At what age should they be stunted? At what age CAN they be stunted, before these alterations become harder to induce? etc) it can result in a load of problems that make their life over time a miserable one (or just kill them straight off).

Also, hyperfauna weasels are notorious for being difficult to work with medically/bio-manipulatively because 1] their skin is VERY thick, needles need to be long but strong enough to pierce them and NOT break on the way down (also few people can find their veins) 2] any effect needs time to travel throughout their entire body, which can take a WHILE (and depending on how long the effects are suppose to last, their former half could've already worn off while the latter is still feeling the effects [this makes anesthesia difficult bc it needs to be powerful enough to hit everywhere while not being so powerful that it causes heart failure]) 3] their cells are super stubborn/hard to change and it's difficult to intruduce new instructions to them, not to mention they're so hellbent on forever-growth that they're super hardy, multiply and die off quicker than any changes can be induced in them, and kill most foreign objects without prejudice.

All this to say they're a nightmare to manually bio-alter and your best bet would be to manipulate them at the embyonic stage, where they're most cellularly vulnerable / suseptable to change, and if all goes well you can artificially cease their growth after a point, but in terms of lore-reasons this hasn't happened yet. It's mostly because those who DO know about this species, at least by the time this kind of technology was available, just. don't really have the (cough. financial) motivation to do this. Bio-engineering companies are mostly about profit, and this kind of job would require bringing back a near extinct species (not impossible, just a chore) that needs a LOT of resources to mantain, monitoring over a LONG time to see if their alterations worked, and they'd end up with a lot of failed experiments that live almost forever before they get one that lives a reasonable, sustainable amount.

For the last question about their diet, they're omnivorous and can eat a lot of what normal weasels eat already :] although their portions have to be HUGE (even standing on all legs they can be over 5 ft tall, plus all that body length means a LOT of) so in a pinch they can eat most any kind of meat, plant-matter, even fungus.

#SORRY I DIDNT ANSWER THESE IN ORDER I JUST GOT EXCITED #long post #lore #baizel #hyperfauna weasels #some people suggested cutting off the parts that die off #and unfortunately apart from the fact its fucking hard as fuck to do that #thick skin + large body + sawing through bone + anesthesia being difficult to administer + at this point theyre feral and will attack #depending on how close the body section is to a still-pumping heart. the blood loss could kill them #and even if theres no blood that still has potential for infection while it heals and also. theres a gaping hole to their organs #even if it heals over they will not lobger have access to yknow. waste disposal #so as gross as this is they would probably die of. build up. after some time #sorry if little of this makes sense i just enjoy speculative biology even if im bending the rules quite a bit #needles tw

[yuri-is-online]

For who would go crazy in TWST trying to save u over and over i have thoughts:

Vil - Mr. Perfect? Not being able to reach his goal, trying to get to the person who understands him best? ESP. thinking about how he's based on the Evil Queen, someone well known for having a Very Poor reaction to not getting her way? He'd absolutely lose it, have a "where are they now" episode about washed up celebs cause EVERYTHING he has is dedicated to saving you

Malleus - He wields some of the most powerful magic in the world, but he can't save you? Absolutely not. He refuses. Also in his case he's probably resetting the world himself, so the repeated deaths he can't save you from are arguably being caused by him to. He has no sense to pet go - you love him, know him so intimately that a world without you is meaningless. Reset.

Azul - There's no bargain he can make, power he can steal, trick he can pull strong enough to fix this mess. He's blindly ambitious, and refuses to hear the word "no". How could he give up his precious pearl, the one person he knows could see through everything he is that's nasty and gross, and love the whole of it? He knows, deep in his mind, that he can't change this fate. But to give up on you? Truly impossible.

notes: referring to this shitpost here, discussion of spoilers for all currently available books including book 7, I'll slap Malleus's part under read more to make those a bit more avoidable

No but annon your mind... so correct about all of this for all stated reasons and more. Seriously how did I not think about Vil? That's genius?

Assuming the original timeline follows the events currently evolving in game, I assume that Yuu ends up dying as part of Grim's overblot. I think it makes sense for the boys to die that first time too, only to wake up alive and in the middle of preparing for NRC's entrance ceremony. After they make sure that this isn't a dream, and that they really are alive and somehow back in time they start making plans.

Vil

I can see og timeline Vil regretting that he didn't pay attention to Yuu before VDC, and trying to figure out how to stay in their life during his fourth year internship because (even if his feelings technically run a bit deeper) genuine friendships are important to him. Remember how happy to see everyone he was in chapter 6? It's all he can do to remind himself you probably don't know who he is anymore when he sees Crowley drag you into the mirror chamber, he just wants to kiss your preciously confused face.

Something Rook immediately picks up on because I'm pretty convinced he would notice if something was that majorly off script about his queen. Vil's raised eyebrow is .3 centimeters off from his normal concerned face :/ he needs an explanation.

Vil's relieved at first, he has Rook's help and you are surprisingly receptive to his advances. For just a brief moment he has you in his arms and you are alive, and then you are torn away again. And again, and again and again and-

Vil's signature spell is a curse, he can recognize the traces of one, and I agree he would be so determined to break it he would slowly start to deteriorate into a actual villain. It's not like time is advancing forward otherwise, it's not like he can advance his acting career while he is stuck in this time loop trying to save you, trying to not let your zero percent of survival stay zero. I could see him spending a loop killing the other overblot mages before they build up enough blot to hurt Yuu only for that not to work and him to get even more unhinged as a result.

Azul

Ok so you remember that bit in the Ghost Bride event where Azul gets borderline creepy over the thought of being rejected? Or that part of New Years where he suffers a bit of sunk cost fallacy over the grab bags and gets back in line to spend more money on more stuff he doesn't need? Or how about his level up lines? Laughing at the thought of being satisfied with "just this much power" or warning that you will just be taken advantage of in this world, and inviting you to seek safety with him when that inevitably happens?

Well you did and he failed you. And no he isn't really someone who lets go of things. He goes out of his way to tell Riddle that he thinks being greedy is a good thing; you could have had a very long and happy life together that hit every milestone you set out to achieve and it still wouldn't be enough for Azul. He will never be satisfied, never have enough of Yuu.

But he's smart, he knows when things just aren't possible. It makes him more determined to prove himself. If he can't outsmart something as trivial as fate, can he really claim to be a brilliant mage?

Unlike Vil, I don't think he would immediately tell the twins what was happening. I do think they would figure it out eventually, and I do think they would help, but I think they would also maybe... eventually... realize that there was no saving you and maybe it's best for everyone involved if that's accepted. I could see Jade and Floyd going to Yuu directly and asking what you want, not because they are opposed to saving you but because they want Azul's suffering to end.

I don't know if you have ever played Amnesia Memories, but I could see Azul following a similar path to the Joker World/Ukyo (they are not similar characters but meh) in a situation like this. Won't spoil that here but I highly recommend it if you like otome games.

Malleus

In a twisted way I could almost see him being satisfied with being stuck inside a time loop trying to save you. Not at first obviously, at first Malleus refuses to believe he could fail in saving you. He is the fifth most powerful mage in the universe. He is a King, he can not think of anyone, anything that is stupid enough to tell him no.

Maybe he speed runs his own overblot and tries trapping you in a dream, only for that to kill you. Reset.

How about killing the other overblot mages? He'd arrive at that one a lot faster than Vil. Also doesn't work. Reset.

I don't think Malleus would bring Lilia, Silver, or Sebek into the loop of what was going on. Lilia- he's smart, old, and understands just how powerful Malleus really is, but I'm not sure he would be able to realize time itself is being reset. I think he would pick up on what Malleus's plan is in each individual universe and goes out of his way to prevent him from doing something stupid. You know who I could see picking up on it though? Leona and Idia, forcing them to work together to get Malleus to stop further driving a wedge between Malleus and the rest of the student body.

And then there is you, troublesome you. We don't really know what causes Grim to overblot, I could almost see a situation where Yuu does everything they can to save their friends, aware that time is being reset and thinking that finally, this time they can keep everyone from dying. They are completely content to die if it means no one else gets hurt, completely unaware that self sacrifice is what is causing all of this. What is one life compared to everyone in all of Twisted Wonderland after all?

Everything, it is worth everything, this world really is meaningless without you in it. Reset.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #malleus draconia x reader #the frog is for you annon this made my day #i tried to make him smug

[gabessquishytum]

Hob has a huge crush on his neighbor Dream in the apartment next to him, and recently has been trying to work up the courage to ask him out. Ever since he finally decided to do so, however, there’s been a problem: lately it seems like every time they bump into each other, Hob is somehow always looking like a hot mess, and it severely undermines his confidence.

They’ll have gotten into the elevator together after Hob is coming back from a workout, sweaty and gross and in desperate need of a shower, or coming in from the rain having forgotten an umbrella and doing a fantastic imitation of a wet dog. Or they’ll both happen to be making a stop in the mailroom while Hob is in ratty oversized sweats that he’s stretched out such that they hang from his hips, or in a crop top that says “Baby Slut” his friend Jo gifted him as a joke that he only wears on laundry days.

If this keeps up Hob is going to have to crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment. How is he supposed to convince the gorgeous and forever-put-together Dream to date him if he keeps looking like garbage??

—

Dream has a huge crush on his neighbor Hob in the apartment next to him, and feels like he’s gotten pretty good at hiding it. However, lately it feels like the universe is testing him, as every time they bump into each other Hob is somehow always looking like he just stepped out of some porno. He’d almost suspect Hob of teasing him deliberately, except he always looks so adorably flustered and shy every time (which also does not help Dream’s predicament). If this keeps up Dream might actually snap and pounce.

-🪽anon

This is so cuuuuute AND hot i love it. More hot mess Hob pls <333

It all comes to a head when their building's fire alarm goes off, and the occupants all have to troop outside. Naturally Hob was in the shower when the alarm started, and he's managed to make it out wearing... a towel. That's it. He's also absolutely soaked and he's quite convinced that he's going to have to move to a different apartment, because of course his hot neighbour is standing right next to him. Hob’s face is bright red but hey, at least he's not cold! The embarrassment is keeping him thoroughly warm.

Poor Dream has reached breaking point as he gazes at his beautiful neighbour, who is attempting to preserve his modesty with only a rather threadbare towel wrapped around his waist. For some reason the guy keeps putting his hands over his pecs, presumably to stop his nipples from hardening in the fresh air. Dream just can't cope with him any more.

The apartment manager finally gives the all clear to go inside, and Hob kind of skulks around, letting everyone else go ahead so no one can watch him going up the stairs. Of course Dream hangs about too, and soon they're the only ones left. And Hob is just about to straight up beg his hot neighbour not to make fun of him, any other time would be fine but please not tonight but Dream?? Interrupts by offering his jacket to Hob??? (Which he probably should have done earlier but sue him, he was busy being lovestruck).

So of course Hob does the sensible thing, and kisses him - dropping the towel entirely in process and leaving himself finally buck-ass naked in front of his hot neighbour.

Which Dream appreciates, of course. But he thinks that Hob would be a lot more comfortable naked inside his apartment? He sure would like to find out. And Hob has truly run out of fucks to give, so what can he say but "yes"?

#🪽anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[addgg-taylor]

MTG: The Unstable Ground We Stand On

The year was 2013. Gatecrash had just come out to mixed reception, but I didn't even know what Magic was. I was in high school, and my best friend (at the time) was on a vacation to Disney World. So, I went to sit with my second best friend, but couldn't find them. That's when I found an old friend of mine playing a card game with them, and that game was Magic. I learned about it, looked into it, played Duels of the Planeswalkers (remember when that was a thing?), and decided it was for me! Now, I could have gotten a starter deck, but I was laser focused on one thing: A box that said Core Set. This was the M14 Deckbuilder's Toolkit, and I got it because that's what all my friends started Magic with. Granted, that probably wasn't the smartest idea, but I'm the type to jump off the deep end; if I'm getting into a hobby, I may as well make sure I'm prepared for the long haul. The Deckbuilder's Toolkit had everything I needed, the start of a collection, and most importantly? Lands. It had lands. You didn't need to buy them from a game store for up to (or even exceeding) a dollar a pop. You didn't have to rely on people liquidating their collection to stock up. You could just buy a box and have land cards to build decks with, and I remember buying toolkits just for lands and boosters. Now, you can't do that. If you're just getting started, you either have to borrow them, switch them between decks, open them in packs, or buy them on the secondary market. (That last one is pretty ironic, because Wizards of the Coast has a rule against acknowledging the secondary market.) And, yet there's no reasonable, mainstream way to get land cards. Some game stores will let you keep them after an event, but I've only been to one store that did that. (Read: did. They don't anymore because people weren't saving enough for others.)

Back on topic though, long time players probably made note of the time I started Magic; I started with Magic 14, which came between the Return to Ravnica block... and the Theros block, widely regarded as one of the most heavily unbalanced and mechanically awkward blocks of its time. So, after that, people reasonably wanted a palette cleanser, and they had it. The Tarkir block was amazing despite being chronologically confusing, but in the storm of chaos, there was warmth. The Core Sets would always be there to serve as the foundational building blocks, and get this; they gave players a moment to see where the main characters were on their journeys. These weren't just foundational gameplay wise, but story wise, and gave WotC a moment to show everyone what's going on in the background. They also ensured that, between the sets with heavy mechanical ties or complexity, there was always solid ground to stand on. New players could seek out these Core Sets as a good starting ground, and experienced players found themselves in familiar territory with highly desired reprints. However, despite no reasonable player protesting against Core Sets, the vocalization of players wanting more of their favorite planes was taken in a way that was bad for everyone (in my opinion).

After Magic Origins, the game switched to a two set block system, and suddenly lost the Core Set. From a game design standpoint, this is doomsday. This is how TCGs die if they don't have a dedicated, permanent selection of cards, and yet Magic somehow survived to realize their mistake. In the background, however, they were still making a more gross mistake, trying to capitalize on Elder Dragon Highlander. Around the time I got into Magic, they'd begun making Commander decks, and at first these weren't too problematic. They were once a year drops that let players get into this entirely different casual format. While Standard was limited on card selection, and Modern and Legacy a coin flip simulator, Commander allowed players to throw their collection into the ring without regard for the hottest cards. The general consensus was that you could play what you wanted, whether you had a few Standard sets worth of cards or flocked to Modern, Legacy, and Vintage.

Fast forward to War of the Spark. Now, the two block system was dying. The war on blocks had begun, with Mark Rosewater practically blowing off anyone that critiqued the change with the same "this is what you wanted, right?" Players really wanted to see previous planes, but instead of Wizards trying to revisit them in earnest, they shifted into rapid fire mode. With only one set per plane now, they began spitting out half-baked revisits that barely touched upon older planes, and tore through new planes and major events without putting much thought into them. Stories would begin to go undercooked, and with every "you wouldn't want to be stuck on a plane you don't like" from MaRo, an interesting plane or event is left unexplored past the surface level. Additionally, to add more ammo to this machine gun of mistakes, they threw the Core Set in the trash. They tried to kill it off once and realized their mistake, but after Adventures in the Forgotten Realms it was dead for good. Looking at things now, this has all caused Magic to fall apart.

Magic is the worst it's ever been for any player that isn't wholly invested in and unwaveringly loyal to the game. The beginner has the worst footing in many years, with the Local Game Store forced to leverage all the responsibility for getting new players into the game. Players who want to learn can do so for free, but the first step into the door beyond learning is a brick wall. Starter Kits have finally made a resurgence, which is a step in the right direction. However, you likely wouldn't know they existed if you didn't look online, which is antithetical to the fact that you'll usually have to go to a game store in order to play in events anyway. Additionally, with MSRPs being stripped off many products, it's the most expensive (even relatively speaking) it's ever been to start playing. As for experienced players? The story is the hardest it's ever been to keep up with, thanks especially to the fact that an entire plane's story has to start and end in one set. Players should be able to get the gist simply by looking at the set, but instead, hastily written stories with declining storytelling aspects do most of the talking (and it's assumed you've read them). This problem is becoming painfully obvious now; basically everyone that's died recently has been brought back to some extent, making it apparent that the folks in charge of story direction are leaning on old planeswalkers instead of innovating with new ones. Mu Yangling and Jiang Yanggu, Basri Ket, Niko Aris, Calix, Kasmina, Davriel, Dack Fayden, and Wrenn have either been ignored or cut from the story. Meanwhile, every member of the original five planeswalkers has completed their story arc and suffered some major fate that should have ended their tale, and yet they've all come back; Ajani and Jace were compleated, Garruk was corrupted by the Chain Veil, Liliana was hunted down, and Chandra was forced to face her corrupted fling Nissa. All of them are now totally fine, with Jace set to appear in Outlaws of Thunder Junction.

That's just scratching the surface of problems plaguing veterans. From a gameplay perspective, Standard is the most complex it's ever been, thanks to a three-year cycle being introduced and a constant torrent of increasingly complex mechanics. From a financial perspective, products aren't just the most expensive they've ever been, but there's basically a new product every single month now. Unless you stick to a single format (which can still be wallet-busting in its own right), you're bombarded with new content. Experimentation is great, but with the constant output, Wizards is forced to compete with itself; this has led to the worst level of power creep in many years. (You could probably reprint the Mirrodin block into Standard at this rate and only have to ban Skullclamp.) Every format has been turned on its back by the creep, from evoke elementals plaguing every deck in Modern to companions haunting Legacy and Vintage; worst of all, however, has been the fact that Standard is incredibly difficult to innovate in because of just how many blatantly busted cards are being printed. Oko was the thunder in the distance, and a storm has been pelting the format at increasing intensity since. We've reached a point where many blatantly powerful cards are considered fine in the format, because Wizards would rather keep bombs like Sheoldred, the Apocalypse legal than go on a banning spree for every seriously problematic card.

The worst part about this is that we likely wouldn't have reached this point if we still had a Core Set every year. The intentionally dumbed-down power of Core Sets is part of what helped keep power creep in check, as they couldn't go too far if they wanted to make the cards relevant. The ability to reprint many cards back into Standard gave players a comfortable baseline, let new players enter the game more easily, and made it easier to acquire classic cards. The break in the story allowed us to get a better look at where planeswalkers were and what they were doing, or it let us step back to see their history. It let Wizards introduce new characters more freely, not having to worry about their immediate implications. And, most importantly. if it was still around, there'd be far less arguments for one set per plane.

#magic the gathering #mtg #tcg #vent #vent post #rant post #game design #game development

[thatanimewriter]

GUARDED.

➳ request: May I please request headcanons for the Style Five falling in love with a snarky woman who's cynical about love and relationships due to being betrayed and abandoned?

➳ character/s: nanase haruka, tachibana makoto, hazuki nagisa, ryugazaki rei, matsuoka rin

➳ warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks (rin)

➳ notes: MMMMMMMMM some lovely self projection for me-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

──  𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀.

honestly, kinda same-

he’s not usually interested in much ROMANCE either

because he’s aloof and unaware

for a while, he thought you guys were on the same page

it was chill, easy to get along

and then the topic of romance came up one time cause nagisa asked

an inward :(( when you said you thought they were a waste of time and that your partner will inevitably leave you, so don’t bother trying

also an inward “who hurt you???”

tried to get closer to you to figure it out 

it does work, because you thought he was similar in thinking 

but he failed to account for the fact that he’d fall in love with you while getting to know you-

so... he’s in a lil bit of a predicament

any advances he thought about making, he just assumed you’d shut him down

but if he didn’t make any moves, then he was worried you thought he didn’t care about you

so how does he find the middle ground???

started with smiles, which you found to be incredibly bonding, because bitch doesn’t smile around anyone else other than makoto

and when he told you he felt free around you

you just knew what he meant

to his surprise, you accepted (after years of friendship) and his weird cryptic way of saying “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU >:((” worked

the happiest you’ve ever seen him in your life

but honestly, it’s the happiest he’s ever seen you and he wanted to take a photo to keep forever

──  𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐎.

i can fix themmm

he wouldn’t say it like that

but his motive is genuinely the whole ‘they deserve love, i’ll show them love’

he noticed you were kinda icky with love

and he thought it was just the usual sorta “love is gross, i’d rather die alone” type of thing

but then he slowly started figuring out that there was another reason

and he felt the intense urge to try to show you that not everyone will rip your heart out if you date them

it was normal for makoto to be sweet, but you were kinda weirded out when he didn’t stop after a week

people aren’t like this, at least the people you’ve been with aren’t

you warmed up to him eventually because you realised makoto had not a single bad bone in his body

and the first time you smiled at him for real, he was a goner

soul has left the building because it just suits you so much, it’s cute ;v;

he continued to act normal because you’d only just gotten used to him being nice

and he wanted to gradually get you used to being cared for, because only then did he think he could confess and you would take it seriously

when you found that out, you were very shocked, but also it was touching

you asked him why it took so long if it’d been years of pining and then just stood in silence by his answer

he could see the gears turning in your head and he was a bit worried you’d reject him

but you gently took his hand in yours awkwardly

because a healthy relationship is new and super foreign to you

but it’s ok

he’ll wait for you no matter what :))

──  𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐀.

he doesn’t realise

he’s oblivious to this fact

he just knows he wants to give you all his love

and he never took your initial rejection to heart

because haru’s like that too

until he saw you practically death staring this couple across the yard

and he asked about it because he has no filter

gave you a big hug when you said somethin really negative about love and relationships

probably cried for you

that probably gave you a bit of a wake up call because no ex of yours had felt that much empathy in their lives

you got closer after that because that sure was a way to show that someone cared-

and nagisa is a very touchy person, so he inevitably got you used to the feeling of being loved again by total accident

he never showed it

but he was nervous to confess to you in case you’d rope him in with your ex or exes

he wanted you to know he was there for you and he wasn’t going to leave any time soon

but his impulse control is so small he ended up blurting it out anyway

you looked at him like ._.

and he just stared back like :))

he reached into his bag and gave you a little plushie that you knew he had that you’d said you really liked

and that was when you knew he was serious serious because he GAVE YOU HIS PLUSHIE???

also you have no clue how nagisa managed to get into your life so much, but you wouldn’t take it back for anything

──  𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐈.

love is INCOMPREHENSIBLE to him

so while you’re closed off

he’s just having his first ever crush and he doesn’t know what to do-

of course he picked up on the fact you werent a fan of romance

but he thought it was more of an “i don’t need to see y’all make out in front of me” 

and less of a “relationships are nothing but pain and misery.”

awkward blinking

because he’s had absolutely no romantic involvement with anyone, and now he’s got a bit of a challenge

mission: make you believe in love again while also try to figure it out for himself has begun

anddddddd

he’s confused

your colder opinions of love really struck something in him for whatever reason

a lot of it in a way helped him realise that you’d been majorly hurt before

and he knew he wasn’t the most romantic person, so a lot of research had to be done to make you understand his feelings were genuine

it didn’t go the way he wanted to though

he borrowed books from the library about romance

they were very clinical, but the thought was there

and then you caught him reading them and you were about to ask what they were for until you saw one about abusive and toxic relationships

and you knew what they were for, or rather, who they were for

rei was very embarrassed and was going to ask if you would accept his feelings, but you quickly pecked his cheek and promptly ran away

guess he got his answer (he was smiling like a madman the rest of the day)

──  𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍.

well suck it up, i guess

that’s not gonna stop him

he’ll continue to shove himself where he doesn’t belong until he inadvertently belongs 

found your thoughts about romance really weird

because as much as he’s such an edgelord, he’s a hopeless romantic

he wants to fall in love, do cutesy things like stargaze on the roof of his house, cuddle

because lord knows he needs the cuddles

so he just gave you cuddles to maybe make you feel better about romance

which was an odd move considering you weren’t dating and weren’t even on first name basis

and he wasn’t shocked at your negative reaction to the affection

but at the same time he was like >:(((( at the person or people who made you like this

and he also felt the intense need to be the one who would prove you wrong

this was now a COMPETITION

he was gonna fucking DESTROY your ex or exes (metaphorically) 

and he was gonna be the one to show you what love actually is

he had planned a massive thing to confess to you, but guess what the bitch did when you got there

he cried.

bawled his eyes out while telling you everything he loves about you and everything he feels about you

it was funny in hindsight, but you also cried because you just weren’t expecting the honesty

you gave him a hug first after he finished

and that’s how you got roped into a cuddling session on the school lawns-

#free #free iwatobi swim club #nanase haruka #tachibana makoto #hazuki nagisa #ryugazaki rei #matsuoka rin #free x reader #free iwatobi swim club x reader #nanase haruka x reader #tachibana makoto x reader #hazuki nagisa x reader #ryugazaki rei x reader #matsuoka rin x reader #free imagines #free iwatobi swim club imagines #nanase haruka imagines #tachibana makoto imagines #hazuki nagisa imagines #ryugazaki rei imagines #matsuoka rin imagines

[olderthannetfic]

I'm curious, do you have any opinion on copyrights and expiration? Since starting to write fanfiction, I've felt like ff as an artform mostly exists in this form because of copyright law and capitalism, which I thought was unfair. Now after creating and selling my own original works, building a small amount of wealth for myself and my family, and having to deal with greedy suits who just want to screw over every original idea to turn a profit, I've started to have a different perspective that maybe copyright should be indefinite and never expire in the cases of small creators but not megacorps. I'm not sure how this would change the handling of fanfiction and fanart as a whole, though. For a small creator, I actually think the current copyright standard of creator's life+70 years is pretty good and encourages more people to be original or pay artists for their work. I think of things like Star Wars, which mostly exists because Lucas couldn't obtain the rights to make the adaptation he wanted of Flash Gordon. It does seem especially heinous, then, that a huge company like Disney could have theoretically swooped in (if we had copyright protection for, like, 30 years after publication) and made Star Wars VII which became one of the top 20 highest grossing movies of all time, and they wouldn't have to pay Lucas or his family anything. Or giant companies (if copyright was limited to protection until the artist's death) waiting for a small artist to die so they can make an adaption without having to pay anyone royalties. As it currently stands, current copyright seems pretty good for indie artists in society but bad for megacorps in society.

As someone involved and familiar with fanworks who also writes original fiction, do you have an opinion?

--

As far as I know, the historical motivation behind copyright existing at all was to stop big companies from just stealing shit from smaller creators that got popular.

I think some form of copyright is necessary, and policing the boundary between small time and big time is difficult. We should just roll back the stupid shit Disney pulled to extend it.

I see no reason someone else should be able to sell competing works or merch for my thing without my permission. Whatever I've come up with probably isn't that original anyway, so the main thing they want is my marketing and networking I've done and my audience, not the concept of such-and-such a set of stock figures in a romance. Build your own brand! Do a collab with the other creator and make it official!

I think it would help if people outside of fandom were more broadly aware of fair use (and if all countries had fair use) while also being more sensitive to when powerful creators and companies steal. Right now, the attitude seems to swing towards everything my sort of people do being "stealing" but anything some ballsy dude or big company does being probably legit. There should be some wiggle room, but it's often applied in the wrong direction.

Most people should turn a blind eye to very small scale sales of physical items, but I'm talking small. A lot of fan art merch businesses produce way too many copies of things, and people trying to support themselves as fic authors on Patreon should knock it off and write something original (with all the extra work to build an audience that that entails).

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

who’s teh other parent of jessy’s kits, and does jessie stay with teh clans (until she dies in kitbirth)?

Okay, so...

The Thing About Jessy

I realized my OG plan can sound kinda misogynistic. Girl shows up just to die and give Thunderclan more genetic diversity... I don't wanna kill Jessy off. (Also realizing teenage me only disliked her because I was angry that after everything Bramble put Squilf through he was willing to cheat on her with Jessy because she... Reminded him of when Squilf was younger/their "cute arguments", which was gross.)

Jessy now looks a tad different, dark brown with tabby striped legs and a tabby striped tail. Her mother is addressed as well, a pure white molly with pale pink eyes.

Yes, Jessy's mother is albino. Her name was Snowflake, and their family line has Skyclan blood.

Jessy has a mate during The Hopeless Storm, though she used to have 2, the other having recently passed away. Her current mate is named Burger (mottled dark ginger tom with heavy scarring on his right side) and he is a very nervous indoor only kitty who was taken when the family evacuated. Her other mate who passed was a molly named Teacup. She's poly.

Bramblestar and Squirrelflight are in the shaky 'early rekindling' part of their relationship, not quite fully courting. Unfortunately, the flood takes Bramblestar away from his Clanmates with Jessy, the 2 clinging onto some floating debris. While they are finding their way back, they make a nest together, and Jessy doesn't mind being Bramblestar's mate at first. She doesn't realize that Squilf is his mate already and has no idea.

But... Bramblestar is projecting a lot. Projecting the "teasing" (fighting) nature he thinks he used to have with a younger, not burnt out Squilf. He projects this fun, adventurous spirit onto Jessy. And sure, she can be fun, but her main interest right now is survival, she just looks adventurous and curious to a Clan Cat. She ends up loving Squirrelflight's company, all while Bramblestar STILL isn't telling her things. He runs from his problems and just... Doesn't acknowledge things. If I admit things are wrong, I could be wrong, I don't want to feel bad.

Jessy is the first to go home, Minty taking longer to leave. Jessy reunites with her mate, and says her goodbye to the Clan, offering Bramblestar to come with her, still wanting to see if he can be brave. She isn't stupid, she was able to put the pieces together and saw the puzzle. She is not trying to steal Bramblestar away from Squirrelflight, she is putting him through a test, the same kind he puts Squilf through.

And, predictably, as this guy is the king of avoiding his problems, he avoids this too. He tells her that he will think about it, but will make sure that his Clan is in good paws. He doesn't join her, he still holds the sentiment that being a kittypet is not a good thing, and would rather she join Thunderclan.

But Jessy loves Burger, her silly, shy husband who was very brave and ran outside to greet her, giving a nice hello to Bramblestar. Burger would not have minded Jessy being his mate... Though he might also want to be Bramblestar's mate.

Moons later, Bramblestar is told by Lilyheart and Seedfur that Jessy is on the border looking for him!

Jessy meets him on the border, at her side are 2 very young kittens. She watches him, his every move, their birth was terrible. Burger is back home with their third child, a sickly and weak son, a little pale brown tabby with Jessy's build, named Teddy. 4 days old. She knows her owners will only probably want 3 kits maximum, and wants her other stronger kits to grow up to be good, noble cats, like Squirrelflight.

She waits for Bramblestar's response, to see what he will say. The 2 kits with her are mollies, one is mottled black and ginger who will one day realize he prefers the title of tom, the other having opened her eyes, revealing them to be bright pink against her pure white fur. Staring at the exhausted Jessy, the tiny kits mewling at her paws, and all he can think to ask is...

"Are they mine?"

Not "are you okay?" Or anything like that. Only the question concerning himself and something that could potentially land him in trouble with his mate, who has finally taken him back on thin ice.

Jessy keeps down a hiss of anger at him and his selfishness, and just says "I want them raised in Thunderclan." In a voice as cold as floodwaters.

As she turns to leave, leaving her children to Thunderclan's leader, she does hiss over her shoulder. "I'm fine, by the way. Burger and I are okay."

Dumbfounded, Bramblestar takes the kits to Thunderclan, naming them Mottlekit and Pink-kit. Not very creative, but he couldn't think of anything else to name the two.

Jessy does not die giving birth to her kits, but she can tell you she feels pretty burnt out. She is thankful for Burger, who cares heavily for their son and makes slow progress towards being able to sit on the porch without panicking.

So. One albino, one brown tabby (keeping in mind that Jessy is one too amd that he looks just like her) and one mottled black and ginger (keeping in mind Burger being a mottled ginger tabby). All of this equals... Jessy doesn't know. Burger doesn't know and doesn't care. They like the Clans and wanted their 2 strongest children to grow up there and make their own choices while they care for their very weak child.

If they are Bramblestar's, he doesn't claim them. If they aren't, well.... they aren't. Jessy wanted them growing up in a place where they could grow up strong and kind like other Thunderclan cats, and where she could check on them. She knows how to work her owners, they will let her keep the tiny weak kitten, especially if the other 2 "went missing".

No one knows who their other bio-parent is, maybe through cat genetics Bramblestar and Burger are BOTH fathers. But cat genes (and also the fact that cats can carry more than 1 litter) is not brought up in WCR. Teddy is okay and has 2 loving parents, Pink-kit and Mottlekit are being cared for by Ferncloud, Daisy, and Cinderheart, and are loved by the Clan.

#warrior cats #warrior cats rewrite #warriors #wcr #aks #jessy wc #bramblestar #squirrelflight #mottlepool #pinkwillow

[redisforhappy]

concept drawl ... tomura shigaraki x reader

Tomura Shigaraki hasn't seen you express real happiness in his entire time of knowing you. There's always a wall of toughness that you build with hard brick to prevent anybody from ever getting in. And maybe that's his fault, but it wasn't like he ever asked to be put in this house with you and told to get better.

He knows you've been thrown into this stress just as he has. You're not even a top hero, just barely making it up here. Yet you're tasked with housing Japan's number one supervillain of your time, to feed and clothe him, and to talk to him. Teach him things. Show him how to be good to people, normal. Whenever he goes to say something to you unprompted, you bring a hand to your face to massage your temple. Your eyebrows furrow and your resting face frown deepens.

This morning he actually tried to make you smile by waking up early and sneaking into the kitchen to attempt breakfast. Instead, he found out about the alert that goes off when he exits his bedroom door between the hours of 11 pm to 6 am (the hours you're asleep.) You'd jumped from your bed at the sound, an hour before you normally wake up, and stormed into the hallway to catch him.

Before he could say a thing, you were drilling him on staying in bed and listening for once. Things you never would have said if you weren't half asleep, but he didn't know that. He was hurt. He thought he'd been doing a good job of pretending to be somebody with a heart.

You had no hope in him, just like he thought. Everything he did, everything he said, was evil to you.

After your outburst, you started trembling. He saw it in your shoulders and felt it in your hands as you ushered him back into his room and shut the door on his face. It wasn't the first time a hero had shut him out, but it hurt more than it had in a long time as you were someone he'd spent every waking moment with for the last few months.

Tonight, Tomura sits in bed completely still and thinks about what he's done to lead up to this rehab, and what his future will look like. He imagines it will soon be himself strapped to a chair in a high security prison with a white jumpsuit and guns to his head. It will probably hurt, and you might be there initiating it.

"I just couldn't do it anymore," you will say, "he is the most disgusting human being I've ever met. I can't even look at him. It makes me sick."

This will make him cry, and then he will die.

Before he has time for any more bad thoughts to manifest, there's a gentle knock on the door followed by your voice. "Tomura, can I please come in?"

"Whatever."

You're still dressed in the same pajamas from earlier, but you're holding two plates of food that look mouth-wateringly good to he who hasn't eaten since last night's dinner. He was nervous about leaving his room, not wanting to stir anything up. You approach him shyly before offering the plate to him and sitting on the floor with your own. It's mashed potatoes and seasoned chicken breast, with some corn. He loves when you make food instead of ordering, even if he never admits it. It makes him feel appreciated in a way he hasn't been before. His villain life was full of fast food and really gross pizza.

"I'm proud of you, Tomura." His fork catches on his tongue as he stares at you with a subtle expression of shock and confusion. "I just.. I've been really stressed out. It's hard. I'm only 23. I don't come from a family of heroes or anything like that, so I've been trying to make a real name for myself forever, and the first time I'm recognized is for this. It's not that I don't love getting to help you, if I can call it that, but it's just not what my heart has always wanted. I'm made to fight, you know? I was eating boxed macaroni until you. I'm not a very.. domestic person."

This is the most Tomura's ever heard you speak, let alone lament at all. You've always been a private person, at least towards him, and he didn't really press for the personal stuff because 1. he didn't really care for a while, and 2. he'd hate if you did the same back to him.

But the way you're looking at him like he's real and physical makes him want to tell you about everything he's been through. All of the abuse and the dead friends and family he's struggled to say goodbye to and never told anyone about.

"Hey, that makes two of us, y/n."

"What part?"

"Oh. The fighting part."

"Right," you nod with a line-lipped smile and a mouth full of delicious food. Floor food... must be nice, right? He starts to feel guilty about the difference in level, so he slides off the bed to join you. "But I promise you, I don't regret any of this. I just.. thought I'd tell you so you know why I suck so bad at keeping cool and being all patient."

Tomura watches a singular tear well in your eye before you wipe it away nonchalantly and pretend it wasn't ever there. He's done that a few times before, but he doesn't really cry much anymore. Not as much as he did when he was young.

"I think you're better at it than you think you are," he says as he scoops some buttery potatoes onto his spoon, "sometimes, like when we're watching TV or cooking together, it kind of feels like you're my wife or something."

Really, he wouldn't have said it if he knew what was coming out of his mouth when he did. Words were just slipping off his tongue without him having any sort of control. It could be the food, or it could be your eyes. Still, it's true. He's developed a strange fascination with you (though he's convinced himself it's the proximity that's made him feel this way and not you specifically, like he'd fall for anybody if they gave him the chance.)

You're looking for the mischief in his eyes, just in case he's trying to fuck with you, and when you can't find it you awkwardly laugh off the comment and glue your eyes to your half eaten dinner instead.

"Yep. Definitely sticking to the fighting scene after this," you joke. Tomura's ears perk at the "after" but he doesn't dare question yet in fear of the answer. Where will he go "after" this? Can he stay with you, forever? Will you let him?

"Well, why not?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's brawl."

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into," you smile at him, flexing your arm. "Don't you forget they've taken your quirk. You're skin and bones."

"Try me!"

#tomura x you #tomura shigaraki #drawls #angst #angst with a happy ending #shigaraki x reader #y/n #fanfiction #kinda like how this turned out? #unsure #havent posted something on tumblr in actual years #Spotify #bnha #mha

[lazysailor]

32 Kayden

The day of the raid at Cold Springs.

Kayden sits in the back of an unwind transport truck with Tommie that a group of storks had stolen for them. It's almost dead silent in the truck as lots of them don't wanna get caught, the only thing that breaks it is the whisper small talk some of them have. Tommie hasn't tried talking to her at all since they got on the truck, maybe he's actually taking this seriously.

She knows right now the situation there heading in is one of those “life or death” situations. There's a chance some of the people will die during the raid, she can die in the raid.

She tightens her grip around the gun she was handed at that thought. Of course there's gonna be armed guards around the camp somewhere just in case any kid tries to escape, or if someone tries to break into it. But she has some hope for this raid.

Kayden hopes she can try to find Avery and get away from the stork brigade as soon as she finds him. This place is the only place she thinks Avery could be at, she just hopes he isn't unwound yet..

They approach the camp and as soon as they pass those gates it's like everyone storms out of the van and go crazy. Hell they all never had done something like this before, so of course they're not gonna know what to do.

Kayden looks out cautiously to the scene in front of her and Tommie gets out and gives her a small wave to follow him. She got out of the van and started following him into the camp's building.

The inside of the camp was more chaotic and loud. Workers and people were running around in a panic and it seemed like some of them were already hurt. She just wanted to cover up her ears at this moment but she knew she would just try to brace through it.

Her and Tommie quietly walk around the halls as they search for workers, the only assignment was to take down workers and leave other people alone. Kayden makes sure to be cautious with her gun, one false move and things can go very wrong. Eventually she finds a perfect spot to take her aim at, a small hidden corner where nobody could see her.

She spots a worker running down the hall, specifically in scrubs.

‘Good, that's probably a surgeon.’ She thought.

She aimed her gun down at the surgeons leg so they couldn't move that much after there shot. She could never see herself killing someone even if their a bad person.

As she's about to settle her aim, she feels a sudden shove which causes her gun to move and fire off into a random direction.

Then she heard a loud boom happen near her. The sudden sound causes tears to build up in her eyes but she quickly wipes them away as she looks over towards the direction of the explosion.

She sees someone on the ground bleeding, it's not the worker, it's someone she knows..

‘Avery!’ She realizes.

She quickly drops her gun and runs over to him.

‘No! No! No!’

‘Shit!’

Kayden sees Avery’s unconscious body on the ground. The entire right side of his face is bloody and god..his right arm looked totally gross..

She wanted to throw up so bad at the scene at she felt tears flow out of her eyes.

“Avery!” She shouts as she starts to shake him.

“Please wake up!” 

“Please Avery!”

No response from Avery, she couldn't even tell if he was still breathing or not.

“Come on Avery! Please!” 

She can feel tears starting to fog up her vision.

Her pleads start to become incoherent as she cries and cries just hoping Avery somehow wakes up.

Then..She feels a hand touch her shoulder..It was Tommie’s..

“Kayden..” He simply says.

“..He’s probably gone by now..”

“He can't!” She argues.

“He just can't!”

“Kayden.” Tommie says as he grabs her arm.

He starts to drag her away from Avery as she tries to argue with him still.

“Tommie! He just can't!” She says.

“Maybe we can try bringing him back with us.!”

He doesn't say anything as he continues to drag her away from the scene..

Kayden stands in the back of the crowd with Tommie..She's silent as Starkeys starts doing his whole speech..She just doesn't know what to think right now..

Just as she found Avery finally..He was unconscious and injured in front of her..

‘Avery has to be alive somehow’

‘I just don't believe what Tommie thought about him..’

‘..I just hope Avery knows I’m still alive.’

As Starkey continued his whole speech she looked at Tommie who seemed to be watching the whole thing, while she wasn't paying attention to a single thing.

‘Maybe if I just try walking away he wouldn't notice’ She thought as she tried to quietly walk away.

But then she felt a tight grip go around her arm, she turned her head around and saw Tommie was the one doing it again.

“We should stay here until he's done, we don't know where we're going next anyway.” He tells her as he still had that tight grip on her arm.

She wanted to rip his hand off her arm and just walk away. But she knew if she tried to do that she would probably be put in a worse situation.

So she stuck by him and waited for Starkey to be done with his speech..

#unwind fanfic #unwind #unwind dystology

[unchartedthelostlegacy]

Chloe grew up expecting everyone to have the same tenuous relationship with trust that she does. It's embarassing it took what, 40 years? To realize it's not like that?

Worse, she didn't notice the change. Like it was a big switch in a building that someone pushed and it changed everything about the place, but the idiots partying in the penthouse suite are none the wiser.

"Don't," she snaps at Nadine, who is on the deck chair by the pool putting on the one sunscreen that doesn't leave a white cast.

"What?...oh," Nadine says. "I pushed you in one body of water one time."

"Well...it..." Chloe trails off. Her feet are on the pool's edge, on top of the large letters warning them that it's 3 meters of depth and you still aren't allowed to dive in headfirst. "It left an impression."

"Just use the ladder."

"Only babies use the ladder, Nadine."

"Ja? Have you ever tried to teach a baby to climb a ladder?"

Chloe pushes back her hair behind her ears to stall for time. She sighs and steps forward.

The cold plunge is bracing. Every river and gross flooded pool and puddle and aqueduct they went splash into was at least warm in the Indian summer. It's early morning, September, and the Greek sun has yet to heat the hotel's pool. But it would be too crowded for them to enjoy later.

The bubbles, the blue floor of the pool, the eye-sting, and then she's buoyant on the surface again, catching her breath.

"C'mon in, china."

"No."

Nadine is lying on her side on the deck chair. Her eyes are languidly moving across the pages of her book. She lies this same way in her bed before she turns off the bedside light and goes to sleep.

"We have only a little while before everybody else wakes up, you know."

Chloe knows this is not persuasive. Maybe the woman is reading a chapter about trebuchets. Maybe she is so comfortable on her beloved towel on the deck chair and--oh, she's put the book aside and stood up.

"BABY," Chloe calls out, as Nadine heads over to the pool ladder. It's a moment later when it hits her that an old woman has come out to the pool area and given her a pointed look.

As Nadine climbs into the pool, Chloe fights the impulse to hide her face behind wet hands.

It's not that someone presuming they're together is embarrassing. Nadine's a catch. It's that baby is a garbage tier pet name and Chloe wouldn't be be caught dead using it in a world of better ones. That she already has better ones for Nadine and they're not even together!

The woman takes out an IPad and Chloe looks around for the ex-mercenary to distract herself. There are only ripples in the pool, and then Nadine surfaces like a submarine, looking at a brightly colored plastic ring she's holding.

"Did you already find some treasure, china? No fair."

Nadine shoots her a smile and Chloe about melts. "I stepped on it."

"Throw it over here into the deep end," Chloe says. "I'll get some diving practice."

"You'll die."

It's because they all were moments from drowning that Nadine is nervous. But Chloe swims over to the shallows. "It's only a few meters. Come on."

Nadine is turning the ring over in her hands. Scrutinizing it. Probably regretting she found it. Then she sighs and tosses it into the other end of the pool.

"There's no lifeguard on duty."

Definitely wasn't one in the Western Ghats either, Chloe thinks as she plunges for it, ignoring the eye-sting. She can see the dulled hue of the ring on the tile floor. But something happens and she comes up, sputtering, and feels hands on her ribs, scooping her up under her arms.

"Are you all right?" Nadine says.

Chloe stammers "Did that on purpose" between coughs.

"Ja, because you just love the taste of pool water that much."

"I'm waterproof," Chloe chokes out, but maybe. Maybe she's remembering that day too.

It's stupid. She's been through how many harrowing escapes. But maybe that one pulse-pounding moment where so much hinged on so little is catching up to her after the adrenaline passed.

They don't notice a distant splash and a shadow gracefully passing by and below them under the crystalline ripples. The old woman surfaces and hands them the ring.

"Hey, I--I mean--we could--"

"Thank you but we--we know how to--"

"--we aren't scared of the deep end--"

"--she just got it up her nose--"

"I taught swimming lessons for forty-seven years," The woman says. She is treading water with zero effort. "You lasted less than ten seconds."

"I didn't take a full breath--"

"I can swim just fine and taught all my cousins--"

"--throw me right under the bus why don't you--"

"--I'll drive the bus over you, Frazer--"

It's before they know it that they're telling the woman about Asav, the train, the bomb, everything. They have cold beers in front of them and it's one hundred percent clear that she believes none of it as she taps at the match-three puzzle game on her iPad, closing ads as they pop up. They are invited to dinner by her husband when he joins her.

#chlodine #nadine ross #chloe frazer #uncharted #the lost legacy #uncharted: the lost legacy #fanfic #clownery

[astraltrickster]

Ngl I really hate the way we so strongly associate hobbies with certain age groups, like, in general. Clubbing and cosplay and gaming and dance are for hot young 20-somethings! Birdwatching and bowling and collecting rare versions of mundane items (stamps, bottle caps, coins, etc.) are for ages 40+! Quilting and knitting are for grandmas!

FUCK THAT!!

Like...yes, there are reasons certain averages skew younger or older, and thus to SOME extent the association is inevitable, but...every grandma with the skill and speed to knit her entire family a set of sweaters or make each side of the family a king-size quilt every year (that they OFTEN DON'T FUCKING APPRECIATE due to media stereotypes which is fucking disgusting, holy shit, those things are BIG damned deal practical art pieces) proooobably started in her twenties or earlier to build that level of skill; the fact that we associate these hobbies with old ladies is...part just misogyny (spoiler alert: that's the part where we devalue them), part a really tragic sign that these art forms aren't being passed down (partially BECAUSE of the stereotypes that they're not fun until you're an old lady), and maybe, ARGUABLY in TINY part an inevitability because it DOES take a lifetime to practice the skills before you reach Stereotypical Grandma Level (GODLY)...but it'd be a hell of a lot less so if we showed the work of younger artists too and didn’t make fun of them for "acting old", y'know?

Or for another example where the association makes SOME sense but not nearly to the extent that we treat it, yeah, lots of people will eventually age out of really being ABLE to do super active hobbies, like really intense sports - but as a sickly kid who turned into a very active if still disabled adult, I can say from experience that to a LARGE extent this is less of an inevitability than it is a self-fulfilling prophecy, the average age where it DOES happen in cases where it happens at all is a lot later than we typically assume, and in fact our public health would probably improve GREATLY if we stopped acting like, oh, well, PROFESSIONAL, ELITE athletes usually retire from PROFESSIONAL sports in their mid-20s, so that means that it's DANGEROUS for those of us who do it just for fun to do anything more intense than bowling after 30, we'll break a hip if we continue to dance in our 50s (except for certain styles that are clearly super easy and gentle because OLD PEOPLE do them, this is certainly due to intensity level and not that the older people doing them learned them in their teens or 20s but they've fallen out of fashion, no siree), the only thing you should be doing on ice skates after 35 is barely standing so you can teach your kids lest you smash your skull in and DIE...bullshit.

There's even less excuse with things like cosplay, where the only "reason" to give it up is people going "ewwwwwwwww, old people are gross and ugly >:(" - sometimes in its own immature form, sometimes thinly veiled under "omg why would you, a 28-year old, want to cosplay the 17-year old protagonist of your favorite game of all time? Because it's your favorite game? Bullshit, it's because you wanna fuck kids isn't it!? FBI!!", which I have bitched about many times before for also being a horrible standard for younger people to hold themselves and each other to because time comes for us all. There's NO biological or skill factor to make most fandom creation hobbies inherently skew young (in fact, the skill factor often works the opposite way); the ONLY reason they do - and are stereotyped as doing so even more than they do - is because the moment you develop one (1) fine line, society declares you expired and worthless as anything other than a cog in the capitalist machine until you're old enough to be a cute little old man or lady to gawk at (but not like take CARE of or anything, thats your grandkids' job alone - you DO have grandkids, right?).

And stereotypical middle ager hobbies, "dad hobbies", I mean really there's no good reason for those to skew in any direction; at worst the fact that they skew "middle aged" is a horrifying indictment of Society In General. "Birdwatching creeps up on us all, lol" - does it though? Or did it just take you until 40 to rediscover the love for the natural world that they tried to beat out of you when you entered middle school? For that matter, are you ready to apologize to the autistic classmates you bullied for NOT getting it beaten out of them and still having a favorite dinosaur in high school?

Tl;dr: Fuck, the way we treat hobbies and age is a fucking nightmare and it really plays into the core of ageism: the idea that the only years of your life worth living are the ones from 18-25.

#tag later #bitching

[anachronistic-falsehood]

HELLO!??!!?!? I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR THE FUN FACT ABT THE RADIATION MAN.

HI HELLO. HIIIII :3 I’M GONNA TALK ABOUT THE 1999 TOKAIMURA NUCLEAR ACCIDENT <3

ok so it’s been a hot minute since i’ve delved into this so don’t take everything as fact I HAVE FORGOTTEN A LOT OF THINGS. but basically a nuclear plant in Tokai-mura, Japan went critical because of unsafe work practices, there were so soooo many safety issues. like this company didn’t give a FUCK about its workers. BASICALLY the 3 technicians working at the time had to pour nuclear material BY HAND in stainless-steel buckets into a precipitation tank. which triggered a critical mass level incident. THEY MIXED CHEMICALS IN STAINLESS STEEL BUCKETS FOR EFFIFIENCY’S SAKE.

The technicians working on it were Hisashi Ouchi, Masato Shinohara, and Yutaka Yokokawa. Yokokawa i think was standing further away from the tank while Shinohara stood on a platform to help Ouchi pour it in. so like. Hisashi was DIRECTLY over the tank while pouring chemicals into it and he got the biggest blast of radiation. Yokokawa survived as far as i’m aware but the other two died unfortunately. Hisashi’s condition was. fucking brutal. not saying that Shinohara had it easy at all in his last few months but like. dude Hisashi went through some SHIT

i’m gonna put this under a cut because this gets GROSS

Hisashi seemed like. totally fine for the first few days. his family had hope that he would be fine and the doctors were optimistic too!! he had the best doctors in Japan helping him but shit went downhill QUICK. His white blood cell count dropped to almost nothing which left him with no functioning immune system. They transplanted white blood cells from his sister which kind of helped briefly?? but it just kept getting worse bc the leukocytes produced by the transplanted tissue got mutated by the residual radiation, which made his immune system basically start attacking itself and his body in general and his white blood cell counts began to decrease AGAIN. but transplanting new cells helped a little just to keep him alive so they kept doing it but they did have to put him in a secluded sector so he wouldn’t get sick and die from a common cold

in any case his body was trying to attack the radiation but the radiation was EVERYWHERE so it began to eat at tissues, including his intestines, digestive system, and his skin. he had huge weeping sores all over and his skin began to peel off when nurses went in to clean him. Also everything he ate just went right through him so they eventually had to put a feeding tube in him just to keep things constantly going through, which means he could no longer speak to his family when they visited

His heart stopped i think about a month into his treatment?? they only managed to revive him because a doctor was passing by his room and saw the flatline, but by that point they didn’t know how long his heart had been stopped so they didn’t know how much brain damage there had been. he stopped responding to stimuli after that. so best case scenario, he couldn’t feel much pain for the rest of his time in the hospital.

his left arm (which received the most radiation) was absolutely awful to look at or even be near because of the smell, his body was rapidly decaying around him and it was TERRIBLE. surprisingly though, his right arm and most of the right side of his body was pretty okay!! not GREAT obvi but minimal damage in comparison, but the residual radiation was spreading and it probably would have gotten there eventually. His heart was constantly going at above 110bpm, and he couldn’t even breathe without it hurting like a bitch because of the fluid building up in his lungs so they had to hook him up to a machine that would force him to breathe

he was in there for 83 DAYS!! it’s insane that the doctors were able to keep him alive for that long n they all wanted him to miraculously pull through and there were moments where they had hope

ALSO every article out there likes to villainize his family by saying “they kept Hisashi alive against his will and wouldn’t let him die :(“ but like. imagine how his wife and kids must have felt. they didn’t push the doctors to do anything!! in fact, when the doctors showed them all the damage that had been done and finally said there was no way they could save him, they understood!! they decided not to revive him the next time his heart stopped. they kept making little paper cranes and leaving them in his room and in the hospital and they basically lived inside that waiting room for those 83 days. he died on Dec 21, 1999 and i think there are still paper cranes from them in that hospital waiting room to this day

Shinohara went through some similar things like skin grafts and organ failure, but he managed to pull through for SEVEN MONTHS!!! His radiation wasn’t as bad as Hisashi’s but man he still went through it. Yokokawa was released with mild radiation poisoning and faced negligience charges afterward

#whiskey yelling into the void #friend tag :3 #whiskeys word soup #AND THAT IS THE WORLD’S MOST RADIATED MAN!!!! #i love radiation i love talking about nuclear disasters and accidents :3 #i could research for hours about shit like this #i could talk about the elephant’s foot who wants to hear about the elephant’s foot #OH there was another nuclear accident i’m thinking of that was especially gruesome but i can’t think of where it was or when #but it was BAD lemme tell u #anyway. there u go <3

[hana-akari]

Starter for @abyssaldespair

It’s been a few weeks since her last victim. Sakura had been trying to space them out as to make it harder to track her. But she had clients waiting on organs, and she was always one to keep customers happy. So that meant, someone else had to die that night.

The recent disappearances, paired with bodies being found void of organs had caused the whole city to be tense with fear. Anyone could be a target. There wasn’t any specific type of person Sakura targeted. Besides sometimes, she would target people that had gotten on her nerves that day, or wronged her in some manner. Killing went from being just another job to an enjoyable hobby she used to get back at the world that wronged her. If anything, they all should be thanking her for taking out the trash. Putting them for better use as a bag of organs. Organs that could go to the sick, and those who really needed them.

Sakura was good at twisting things in her mind to make it sound like what she was doing was actually a good thing. But deep down, she knew she was just sick.

An alert went off of her security, her eyes moving over to the screen to see someone stumbling around in the outside of her base. Sakura wasn’t stupid enough to do her business from her home, so instead, she did her work in an old warehouse no one used anymore. No one came this far out of the city because of crime rates. Something Sakura took advantage of. With the way this man was stumbling about, Sakura was assuming he was on some sort of drugs. Would explain why he was way out here. Probably too high to consider the dangers of being all the way out here.

Well she was looking for a new victim…

He was as good as any. She was sure no one would miss him. 

Getting up from her desk, she grabbed a simple bat. Well not entirely simple. Blades and nails stuck out of it, and there was already dried blood on it meaning she’s already used it before. Sneaking out of the front of the building, Sakura quietly crept up on the man from behind. Just as she got close enough, she swung the bat, cracking him in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. Before he had a chance to get up, or cause a fuse, Sakura began beating him over the head over and over with the bat. Crushing his skull, flinging chunks of brain matter around along with blood. After he was no longer moving, Sakura took notice at how odd the color of his blood was. She has never seen blood this dark before, and fuck did this guy smell. He smelled like he'd already been rotting before she killed him. And now his nasty, stinky blood was all over her.

Great.

She needed a shower.

But first, she needed to get his ass inside and onto her surgical table. Sakura just grabbed him by the legs and dragged him. Cursing a bit at how heavy he was, calling him a fat ass. She thought drugs made people thinner??? 

It took a bit longer to get him inside than she expected, but managed. Just flopping his gross ass onto the table, and strapping down his arms and legs just to secure him. Sakura walked away for a brief moment to clean up the mess outside. Just so no one sees it and starts poking around. Can never be too careful. She just dumped the chunks of brain and skull into a trashcan. No use to her.

Sakura washed up her hands and pulled on some gloves and a face mask. Hoping the mask would dampen the smell a little bit. She flipped on the radio in passing for some background noise,

“Okay, Stinky, let's see if you have any worthwhile organs.”

The pink haired woman pulled over the tray of tools, along with a tray to put the organs temporarily. She cut him open autopsy style, then used some pliers to crack open his ribs so she could have a full view of his insides. His blood was still a sickly dark color. In which she’s never seen. She hoped that didn’t mean all the organs were trash. 

Starting with his heart, Sakura hummed to the music as she carefully cut it out of him, then dropped it on the tray. Next she started working on his lungs. She was so hyper focused on the task of plucking the organs out of him, that she didn’t notice how his head was healing…

#blooming lights: ic #gore: tw #blood: tw #I have a secret/Can you keep it?: (v. Serial Killer)

[mercurygray]

How would the fandom react to Rhoswen? 😊

Ohhh, this is such a good one.

For those of you who don't know her, Rhoswen is one of my Lord of the Rings original characters. Written in 2006 and re-written from 2011-2015 for A Rose Among the Briars, Rhoswen is the only daughter of a minor Gondorian nobleman, brought to court before the War of the Ring as an arranged marriage for Boromir. Their marriage is meant to further Denethor's dynastic ambitions for his son.

She comes to Minas Tirith a young and untried girl and throughout the story moves to discover and develop her talents as a leader, administrator, and healer while dealing with the burden of long distance love. In her story, Boromir doesn't die, and returns to Gondor to become the Steward and the Lord of Osgiliath.

She is the older sister of every single OC I have written since then and I love her very, very much.

I can see her being a) unpopular or b) easily ignored.

Like many of Tolkien's canonical women, I think reactions to her from the fandom would be mixed. She exists in opposition and conversation with Eowyn, though by the end of the story the two are good friends. Unlike Eowyn, who seeks renown outside of the traditional realm for women, Rhoswen's role is very traditional, but she uses it to build strength and trust within the City. This obviously isn't very popular with modern readers, and I can see a lot of fandom discourse about how she upholds standard gender norms and how that's boring. There's something of an age gap between her and Boromir, so that will invite some discourse about grooming and how it's gross that she's written like that.

(Also probably some slash shipping? Between her and Eowyn? That feels…like something someone would do.)

I could also see some alternate universe fandom versions where fans give Rhoswen more agency to chase after Boromir and join the Quest of the Ring. It would also be really easy to fridge her so you could make Aragorn/Boromir a thing at the end of the story. She and Faramir also have a good rapport, so I can also see another established alternate universe trope where the two of them end up together.

[If my OC was canon how would the fandom treat them?]

#asked and answered #if my oc was canon #rhoswen of anfalas

[pocketramblr]

DM Prompt from @proclaimersofheroes: :3c I have a prompt for you with this [granafo toshi rikiya twins] au: "When did you start hating him?"

His old man's words had echoed in his head for weeks of training. Toshinori had let them, stewing on them and raging through each day as demanded.

But anger was just as exhausting to constantly burn as it was to bury, apparently.

He sagged against the kitchen wall, stirring a protein shake around and around while his old man finished making dinner.

Toshinori wasn't sure what to call him out loud anymore, but there were too many other things to think about instead.

Like what to say out loud now.

"Don't fall asleep and fall in your shake." Dad said without looking back at him.

"I won't." Toshinori took a sip to give his hands something to do.

The shake wasn't as cold as it was supposed to be. He didn't care.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." The answer was absent. Tired, if Toshinori could summon the kindness to admit it.

"You won't like it."

His old man sighed.

"I just wanted to know... When did you start hating him?"

The tired lines and slouch in his Dad's back went rigid and stiff. He stopped moving the food around the pan.

"Nevermind." He said quickly, going for the shake as fast as he could down it without throwing up.

He finished just in time for the old man to pile the food into two plates and set them on the table.

His face- dark eyes, sharp nose, all the features Toshinori didn't inherited- was as blank as stone.

Toshinori slid his plate over and muttered "itadakimasu" before starting on it.

The old man didn't say anything still, then slowly reached to eat. Right before he put the bite in his mouth, he asked "When did you, Toshi?"

Toshinori coughed, staring at his food.

He knew exactly when.

When he'd begged his father to stop, and he'd just received a look of disappointment before he struck out again at Nana.

When he'd smiled with so much glee as he killed her- far more emotion than Toshinori had seen directed at him in years.

When Toshinori had stared, heartbroken, and realized that as much effort as his Father had spent trying to convince him to take a quirk stolen from an innocent, he'd spend a hundred times the effort prying One For All, Nana's hope and gift from Toshinori if need to be keep his treasures his, to keep his blood powerless.

When he'd looked into his Father's eyes, and knew if he didn't kill him, Toshinori would die instead.

"Not so easy is it to answer, is it?" His Dad huffed.

Toshinori wanted to duck his head even further. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Probably a normal question for you to ask."

He still didn't answer.

They ate in silence for a few more minutes.

Toshinori felt tired of eating.

He kept going anyway.

"You probably don't remember, but you once asked me when I knew I loved him."

Toshinori did remember, actually. It'd been at a family dinner. He'd been curious about some things, maybe twelve or thirteen years old.

He'd asked both men how they knew they loved each other.

His Father had immediately declared it was the moment he laid eyes on Dad. Rikiya had glared at Toshinori and declared him and his question gross.

In comparison, Dad's shrug had not been at memorable.

"I don't know." Dad in the present continued. "I can't untangle my hatred from my... Everything else. It was all a slow build."

"You said he doesn't believe in divorce. Did you try..."

The old man did something that was maybe a nod. "Doesn't matter, didn't work."

"When was it?" Toshinori wracked his brain for any memory, any sign of something like that between them. "Did he- after you tried I mean, did-"

Dad snapped his fingers in front of Toshinori's face.

"Stop that. Breathe. Drink. Eat."

Toshinori managed to do some of that, while his old man looked away.

"Hero lesson one, Toshi, you can't change the past. Lesson two, you can't save someone from their own choices."

"But-"

"Eat."

The rest of the meal was silent.

Dad finished first, standing and stacking his plate by the sink.

"Take a break from training tonight, and tomorrow." He said, moving from the kitchen. Toshinori leaned back in his chair to watch him trade his house slippers for boots and grab a coat. "I'm going out."

"Wait!" Toshinori almost fell to the floor with his chair, stumbling away from the table.

Dad paused, looking at him. His face wasn't blank anymore, but Toshinori wasn't sure how to interpret what he saw.

"I'll be back by 11 tonight." Dad promised, voice softer- like how a thin and frayed blanket was softer than the floor. "Don't worry about the dishes. And take a break from training like I said."

Then the old man turned and walked out the door.

Toshinori groaned, tugging at his bangs.

Why did he ask? He knew he wouldn't have wanted to know the answer. But he'd asked anyway.

Because he was an idiot, and angry, and tired, and had a dream last night that he couldn't even call a nightmare because it had just been Father tucking him into bed.

Nana would know what to do.

But he hadn't been able to save her.

Toshinori threw the rest of his food in the trash, then took it out.

What a mess.

#prompt game #friend kitten #granafo toshi rikiya twins au

[brightbeautifulthings]

Dreamcatcher by Stephen King

"SSDD: Sometimes it's just what you say. And sometimes you believe in nothing but the darkness. And then how do you go along?"

Year Read: 2005, 2023

Rating: 4/5

Thoughts: Against all logic, I still love this book. I read it for the first time in high school after instantly falling in love with the movie, and it was one of those books I practically memorized and internalized so hard that I don't even realize some of my thinking comes from here (until I'm rereading and going omg that's where that idea came from). It isn't just nostalgia that makes me love it though. As you probably know from my reviews, I went through a breakup, a summer depression, and a hideous book slump (the latter two from which I'm still clawing my way free). I was a little afraid to reread this, fearing it wouldn't hold up and that would only make the slump worse, but I flew through this like I was still a teenager, devouring books at a time when all of them are still new and wonderful. It might be the easiest reading I've done all year, and I was happy to sink back into King's world with my old Derry friends.

Objectively, I know this is not King's best. It's brutally gory, scatological, and full of some downright repulsive body horror. Had I not already internalized King's aliens at a young age and accepted them as perfectly fine, I might have been way more put off by his unnecessarily gross biology. (Although one need only look at the chest-bursting Xenomorphs to know this is practically standard for the genre. I don't think there's anything in here worse than that, and they're about on par for truly awful ways to die.) I'm not even typically a fan of alien novels, so this already beats the odds.

Assuming you can get past the gore, or that you're as desensitized to it as I am, it's also extremely ableist in its characterization of Douglas Cavell ("Duddits", affectionately), a character with Down's Syndrome who is also the magical key to defeating a race of aliens. King frequently falls into this unfortunate trope of giving his minority characters super special (and often stereotypical) magical powers, and Duddits has the added advantage of Incorruptible Pureness even in the face of bullying, cancer, and gut-eating aliens. There are also frequent slurs, "retard" being the most frequent, and it's used even by the main characters. It forces readers into the awkward position of being grateful to even see a disabled character portrayed positively, while recognizing that the characterization comes with its own issues.

Yet, I find myself returning to my original thesis: Despite its very real and present problems, I adore this book, and it's really the characters that make or break it. I fell in love with Duddits, Jonesy, Henry, Beaver, and Pete at first sight, and their friendship is at the heart of the novel. King does characters and childhood friendships so well, and Dreamcatcher's live and breathe off the page every bit as much as the Loser's Club from IT. I love them in the flashbacks and the present timeline, and their love and loyalty to each other effortlessly carry the story.

Despite its hefty page-count (nearly 700), the pace never lagged for me either, and I never found myself getting bogged down in the minutiae of the history or world-building the way I sometimes do with King. It's fairly well-focused on character development and moving the plot forward, and the only times my interest waned were in Kurtz's chapters. He's a fairly banal villain alongside Mr. Gray, and I would always rather spend my time with the boys and their odd, Shining-like power. I'd forgotten a lot of the differences between the book and movie lore, aside from the very obvious differences in the endings, so that was a fun comparison as well. I think it works without getting too in-depth about why the aliens work the way they do (but I've also been hugely spoiled by Mira Grant's deep dives into supernatural biology). All in all, this is still one of my favorite King novels, and I won't be hesitant to read it again when I want to visit my friends.

#book review #dreamcatcher #stephen king #horror #horror fiction #4/5 #rating: 4/5 #2005 #2023 #tw: ableism