#▲; i am error ( ooc )

[heiilari]

I've been wanting to ask, are you a native English speaker? Because I read your posts and you have quite a few of spelling and grammar errors. Not enough where it's unreadable but it's something to take note of.

Damn mate you could of just messaged me privately but so everyone is on the same page

I am sorry if this comes off rude or honestly really damn blunt.

People aren't always going to catch grammatical errors or spelling errors. I use google to double check my spelling for the most part but even sometimes I mess up

If it is still readable I do not really see to much of a reason to bring it up. I mean hell my roleplay partners don't even say boo to me about it?

If you have a issue with my writing then just unfollow me? I do my best ?

I also type really damn fast and tend to never really catch things along with the factor when I do catch things I use what autocorrect suggests and sometimes I don't double check

if it is intelligible then YEAH defiantly ask me what the hell I am saying but

If it isn't causing issues and the point is still coming across then it's not to big of a deal.

I Just A) Suck at spelling B) I do my best C) Type way to fast that my brain cannot actually catch up a lot of the time D) Use Google to spell if I notice a error E) SHOCKINGLY am a NATIVE English speaker but ya know mentally ill in a lot of ways I do not talk about. F) I spell things out G) I do try to re-write things if they do not make sense but to me H) I work a lot so I am also really tired a lot of the time when I am doing replies or writing + Also mental health man

People can just up right SUCK at spelling and I am far from perfect. that's why I don't have rules saying that you gotta spell pitch perfect because I am FAR from that

there is a MULTITUDE of reasons someone isn't pitch perfect with spelling.

Some people can grow up with the "spell it how it sounds " way .

there is learning disabilities that people do NOT admit to

there is the trick of the brain where it sounds like that is how something is spelt etc

EVEN NATIVE English speakers are not perfect.

At the end of the day this BLOG welcomes everyone regardless of how their grammar is , how their punctuation is etc

AT the end of the day : I am here for a FUN time NOT a LONG time

[grief-worn]

unfortunately, writing is very similar to drawing in that not doing it for a few days means i've forgotten everything !

[tearfest]

sorry to log on n rant but i need to rant

[soulcaging]

id need to think of some kinda pun for their spider persona and i have no idea if i should go the hearts/soul way or base it on their dark world self. actually i think ill do the second one but i still gotta think... spider-knight? soulspider? theres things to think about here.

[accirax]

After I finished watching the English Dub of Disventure Camp: All Stars Season 6, I decided to check out the Spanish dub, because I was curious how the songs would sound in the series' original language. And, as it turns out... WOW, the lyrics of every song were super different!

I understand that translating a song is even harder than translating dialogue, because you have to deal with rhymes and meter on top of the original language barrier. However, to the extent that anyone is looking at the lyrics to make predictions or character analyses, I thought it was important to see how the themes were interpreted in both languages. Thus, I made this Google Doc to compare the English lyrics with the Spanish lyrics, alongside who was singing, to prove how different the opposing sets of lyrics are.

However, please note that I am not a native Spanish speaker. I took Spanish classes for many years, but I also haven't practiced in a while, so my translations could be a little off in some places, especially when it comes to verbs and their tenses. Still, I'm pretty confident that this is mostly correct, so I thought I'd share. Hope this is useful or at least interesting to some of you!

[hlvraik]

can we get a cute imteraction between the two kiddos: bubby amd coomer

The group was taking a break in a nearby hallway, not because they needed it, but because Gordon did. Just in the previous room, the theoretical physicist spent a continuous twenty minutes trying to wrangle them from a pack of predatory aliens known as bull-squids who wanted to ride or pet them. (With Coomer and Tommy being the main culprits in both categories.)

Thankfully, no one was seriously hurt, only minor scratches here and there that a brightly colored bandaid covered entirely in cartoonish dinosaurs couldn't fix; Gordon, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. He had a nasty gash on one of his legs that had ripped through the Hazardous suit and straight into his leg. While he did stop the bleeding by ripping off a nearby lab coat sleeve and using it as a tourniquet, he didn't mind the kids putting on multiple bandages and graciously thanking them for delivering outstanding medical care.

So here they were.

While Gordon sat with his back against the pale, discolored wall, legs crossed, listening to Tommy's countless retellings of the numerous OSHA guidelines and violations, with Benrey slowly drifting off to sleep on their lap, Coomer and Bubby sat on the other side of the hallway, a few inches away.

The mussed blue-haired child is scribbling furiously on the back of a research paper lying around with highlighter they've stolen from the body of a scientist lying around. They're so absorbed in their work that their gaze never leaves the page, as their tongue peeks out from underneath their top lip. Because of the amount of pressure they apply while coloring, they send tremors throughout their tiny frame with every movement, causing their glasses become displaced ever so slightly. They don't bother readjusting their now-oversized glasses until they're almost about to fall off their small face, at which point they'll raise their forearm to push them back into place, though they usually end up crooked.

Whereas Coomer doesn't mind reaching over and readjusting Bubby's glasses from time to time, making sure to do so quickly as not to block their view.

Coomer was the boy who sat next to Bubby, his legs close to his chest and his head resting on top of his knees. The kid had robotic limbs, which made him quite interesting. Bubby, of course, had heard about it before, as he overheard two researchers discussing a project involving "extendo-limbs," though they couldn't have predicted that the robotics department would finish their project so quickly. It seemed like they were going to get funding just a few days ago.

"So, what'cha drawing?" Coomer asks, tucking a stray strand of hair behind their ear. "Space." They mutter quickly, afraid of losing concentration if they linger on the subject for more sentences, never taking their gaze away from their paper. Coomer makes a content sound before reaching over and picking up a highlighter to inspect. He held the office supply in front of him, slightly rotating it.

"So do you like space?"

Of course, Bubby adores space! It's vast and infinite in comparison to the stupid tube they're always in, even in the stupider research room. They know the place like the back of their hands. They know how many fluorescent lights are in the ceiling, who enters and exits through which doors. Hell! They know everyone's coffee preferences simply by observing. But space is different; it is constantly changing and expanding; no star is ever the same; new ones are formed and destroyed every millisecond.

"Yup." They answer flatly once again.

Coomer tilts his head, "So have you ever visited space?"

Their hand jerked for a split second as they couldn't help but snicker at Coomer's question. Of course, they haven't been to space! They've been trapped in a tube, for God's sake! In fact, while they despise Gordon for dragging them through the alien-infested facility, this has to be the longest time they've been out of their confinement. But there have been times when they were in their tube or undergoing additional medical tests that they allowed their minds to wander and imagine themselves in space. It usually helps clear their mind.

"I'm assuming no. Do you want to go to space?" he asks, putting down the highlighter and facing Bubby. This time, Bubby comes to a complete halt, dropping the highlighter in their hand before staring at Coomer, completely baffled. "What?"

"Would you like to go to space?" He reached over once more to adjust Bubby's glasses. "Of course, not right now, but maybe after we get out!"

They appreciate his ethusiasm, but they beg to differ.

"How? It's impossible."

"Well!" Coomer says with a toothy grin. "I don't believe it's impossible! Just look at what we've been through!"

He got a point. Now that they think about it, stealing one of Black Mesa's most valuable rockets should be easier than ever.

Coomer's hand suddenly moves to Bubby's, laying feebly on top of it. "So, what do you think? Would you like to go to space together?" Bubby couldn't help but smile.

"Heh, sure."

[toxichem]

viper isn't radiant, but her proximity to radianite through her work with kingdom did cause her to develop some human plus traits. she has an affinity for chemistry and manipulating rhe chemical makeup of elements and compounds, that while replicable, requires significantly more time and tools than she uses. she can make elements and compounds behave in slightly unnatural ways (ie. the way her smoke orb/wall/ult works), and make certain effect stronger or weaker, and choose how badly someone is affected (allies/herself taking less damage from her own snakebites and not being made vuln by her smokes versus enemies). i also want her to have snake-like fangs. needle sharp canines. they don't flatten back, but they're more snake-fang shaped than not. she can't produce venom, but if she did she would 100% incorporate it into her snakebites and smokes.

[silksworn]

NEW BIO AND HISTORY FOR IRAESTRA!!! THIS MONSTER IS FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED, LORD!

holy fuck I've written all I'm willing to the for the night. Still missing verses, but that is for a different day when I haven't spent 8+ hours on this document. I'm... really sorry for the length of this. I want to condense it somehow, but my brain is soup. If you read all of this I will kiss you on the mouth, and if not I understand because I should have stopped about 4 pages in. Enjoy!

[theaterism]

pats my hands on the table very lightly

[shiigures-a]

Zoro reaching for Kitetsu III all panicked during the King fight in the anime and thinking back in Roguetown and the first thing he remembers is seeing and hearing Tashigi telling him to get the sword sends me.

[soulcaging]

soul-weaver hath become . Real (ignore the strap should probably go the other way just look. dont. dont think about it. ignore it)

[dawnedon]

so my coworker is leaving at the start of february next year and at first i was a bit anxious/stressed over it. but now?? i am SO relieved and i lowkey cannot wait for him to leave to the point where im genuinely looking forward to it. like i swear if i get one more email about a duplicate chart that i made only for him to have wound up inputting the dob incorrectly in the first place... i am going to lose it.

[graviconscientia]

❗

I tried to make it regular size and it got Worselarger

how did this happen, anon. oh my god. i am genuinely in tears.

[pleasureable]

Pink Goes Well with Purple

Summary - After entering in a series of death games, a popstar fallen from grace finds comfort in a certain purple haired stranger.

Warnings - mentions of reader having pink hair (hence the title lol), ooc Thanos?, bad writing, please excuse any grammatical errors, this is pretty short

A/N - this is my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction for a character so I know this story might be hot ass, I just really wanted to jump on the Thanos bandwagon since he's one of my favs from this season and there's not enough fics on here for him to quench my thirst lol

Once a universally loved popstar, the emotional distress caused by the separation from your ex-boyfriend caused you to fall down a rabbit hole of sex and drugs, not to mention the $70,000,000 lawsuit you were slapped with after punching a paparazzi for putting his camera just a tad bit too close to your face. The heavy fallout from the legal battle was enough to make the whole world turn its back on you. Essentially blacklisted from the industry as a whole, you were desperate to rebuild your image (or at least get your money back) in any way you possibly could.

That's when you were approached by a man in a suit offering you $100,000 if you beat him in a game of ddakji. Managing to win 2 out of the 3 games played, you were given your $200,000 as promised by the suit-clad man standing before you.

"You know, I have a simple solution to your debts." he said. You were confused as to how he knew you had debts, you didn't recall mentioning your financial situation to him, at all. You tried to brush his comment off, maybe he had seen your name in a tabloid mentioning your lawsuit somewhere and he recognized you.

"How do you know I'm in debt?"

No answer, he just pulled a card out of the inside pocket in his suit and handed it to you. "We don't have many spots left so if you're interested, please call us as soon as possible." Then, he was gone.

You spent the rest of the day looking at the brown business card given to you, you took notice of the shapes that were on the front of it. The simplistic design of the card was weirdly intriguing. On the back, a phone number. On one hand, you didn't want to be wasting your time. On the other hand, you needed money in order to rebuild your life. So, this could either be the biggest scam or the biggest blessing of your entire life.

Fuck it, you dialed.

You didn't really know it at the time, but that phone call would unleash a chain of events that would change your life, forever.

That's how you winded up in the situation you were in now. Transported to a room designed to simulate a courtyard, a giant doll on the other side of the room.

Suddenly, you heard a voice come up from behind you, "Hey señorita" the deep voice spoke. Turning your head around, your eyes were met with the sight of a tall, purple haired man. "Knew I recognized that pretty pink hair from somewhere. You're that singer that socked that paparazzi guy in the face; Y/N, right?"

"Yes, Y/N. Who are you?" I said back. "You don't know who I am?" He said, a twinge of pretend hurt in his voice. "Am I supposed to?" You always had a slight dislike for people who expected everyone to know who they were. Clearly, this guy was one of those people.

"No, but we can get to know each other. Tell me about yourself, beautiful."

"Are you flirting with me?" a slight smirk began to form on your face. While his attitude was a bit off-putting, he was pretty cute.

"Yo, pink hair, you're so fine

like a bouquet of flowers, all intertwined

You're the rose to my thorn, the petal to my stem

Red, orange, yellow, green

I'm a legend, Thanos"

You giggled at his comically bad attempt at freestyling. "Thanos, huh? I guess that would explain the purple hair. Although, you're not as hideous as the titan."

"I'll take that as a compliment, petal."

Masked men wearing pink jumpsuits began to round up every other person who was dressed in the same blue-green sweatsuit as you and Thanos; you did a quick head count, confirming the amount of people to be about 400. Once a female voice on the intercom explained that you were all going to participate in a game of Red Light Green Light, the big robotic doll began to recite the games' chant.

Red light, a bee had landed on the neck of the girl standing in front of Thanos while the doll was scanning the room for movement. ''There's a bee on you, don't freakout." Instantly, the girl began to swat at her neck in an attempt to get the insect off. While the scene unfolding was slightly amusing to watch, your heart felt like it had stopped once a single bullet pierced her forehead. Her blood had splattered onto Thanos's face, and you watched as his face dropped once her body hit the ground.

Green light, Thanos picked up his cross-shaped necklace and opened it, revealing an array of colorful, circular pills. "Want one, petal? They'll help you relax." Red light, you stood still while staring at the pills in his hands; you had been clean for a little over 3 months now, but pill popping had never sounded better. "Fuck it, give me one."

Green light, he quickly placed a blue colored pill in your hand then grabbed an orange pill for himself. He grabbed your hand and started to lead you both further across the courtyard. Immediately, you began to feel the effects of the mysterious pill you had just ingested. As you continued to advance through the game, your vision became nothing but a colorful kaleidoscopic blur. The sudden energy burst allowed you and Thanos to quickly cross the red finish line, jumping, dancing, and twirling together on the way there.

After the game was over, the remaining players were all taken back to the room where your bunk beds were. You and Thanos were standing against a wall together, giggling at seemingly nothing. "Stick with me from now on, petal. I'll protect you." He said, finishing his statement off with a playful wink. "THE Thanos wants to protect me? Wow, I'm so fucking lucky" you chuckled. "I'm serious! I wouldn't want anything to happen to my flower now, would I?"

You just looked at him with a slight smile. His nickname for you made you blush, your cheeks taking on a subtle hue that matched your hair. He had such a way with words, you couldn't help but be totally charmed by him. "Fine then, let's team up. Thanos the Mad Titan and Y/N, Popstar Fallen from Grace; world's greatest duo." Your words made him smile like an idiot. He loved your company already.

"Of course we're the world's greatest duo. Pink goes well with purple, petal."

[weariedwightarchive]

((so I currently can't log into this blog on desktop and mobile isn't fully loading so um. Not too sure what's gonna happen ahah

[lylarchive]

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