#But here they are they consume my waking thoughts

[tadc-harlequin-au]

Hi Ziku! I hope ur feeling better despite your current situation. /Gen

I wanted to ask you what your thoughts are on this concept I have of Dark! Roleswap! Harlequin Pomni.

So basically I was thinking about my HC of how Pomni's really, really good at chemistry and how she incorporates power ups in her drugs. If she's smart enough to do that, then she's able to do a lot, lot worse things, stuff that's borderline catastrophic. In my concept of the Dark roleswap au, Pomni contaminates the air, water and food supply with self-made diseases that are specifically designed to be as lethal and painful as possible. Not only that, but she creates air-born drug disease that kick-starts a puppet's madness as well to further her goal of the genocide of the human race.

Pomni, here, is absolutely ridden with grief and consumed with nothing but revenge. She doesn't care about the rehabilitation of puppets like the og roleswap. She quite literally just wants the world to burn.

"This society... this world has taken everything from me. My life, my love, my happiness, everything. Everything that I was, me and the lives of so many others, this world has defiled and contaminated. So I shall be the one to serve its retribution."

So naturally Caine comes into play as the assassin harlequin, cause this woman is a fucking THREAT. I'm still thinking about how their interaction would go and how Caine would play as "The Jester's Plaything", but I'm thinking he could possibly serve as a lab rat of sorts? Idk, still workshoping it lmfao.

Love and take care of yourself!

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD SHAKING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE AND RATTLING MY CAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We love a girlboss who has officially lost it and continues to lose it at every single waking moment GOD I want this to become real!!!!! Make my skin crawl a bit yo

as for Poor Caine.... oh dear. I actually want to see this delved into psychological horror more rather than physical horror, like Pomni using the substances to.... well to put it mildly, mindfuck Caine and his dwindling sanity

In the end, him tethered between the edges of madness, and pseudo-sentience/consciousness, because in the end; Pomni doesn't want Caine to succumb to Madness. There's still no known cure for it in the roleswap timeline, and well.... Pomni wants her plaything to last, for as long as possible.

That would be such a terrifying concept to tackle ooooo OOOOOOOOOOOOO

[coconut530]

Merry Christmas, whatever you celebrate, or normal day! Here’s my OCs enjoying gifts they gave the other :) (shh it’s not 12/26 yet shhh)

[brattzbride]

The way that Caracalla seemed to view himself as inferior to his twin is so interesting, considering Geta seemingly did not mind sharing everything with his brother.

He never attempted to make himself appear superior to Caracalla in anyway, (that we know of.)

A possible source may be from Geta constantly trying to keep Caracalla in line, and Caracalla viewing that as him thinking he just knows better.

[beresaad]

'".. And I can't tell you how proud I'm gonna be, watching you out there, adressing the whole Inquisition... (Slow inhale.) With this big, ol love bite on your neck." "Only if we get to match, Kadan."

[dragonlikeleaves]

hello narumitsu nation

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More clone wars headcanons (it's just Ahsoka and Anakin)

No matter how only Ahsoka gets Anakin will always see her as that little 14 year old who strong-armed her way onto a battlefield 

Honestly he isn’t very aware of this but there are tiny moments when it becomes very clear 

There are moments when people ask how old his padawan is and he’ll go “Oh she’s” and he’ll take a moment for some mental calculations and say “she’s 18 kriff she’s 18” 

And he’ll kinda sit in silence with that fact for a couple of seconds 

There’s also moments when people will call him out for getting her age wrong 

Like he’ll go “Don’t bite off more than you can chew Soka you’re only 14 after all” 

Ahsoka will reminds him in two days she’s be turning 20 when Anakin argues that fact Obi-Wan reminds him that he’s 25 which would make her 20 in a couple of days Anakin just kinda stares at a wall 

Ahsoka tried to snap him out of it but Obi-Wan stopped her with a quite “let him grieve Ahsoka” 

No matter how old the two get they will always play pranks on each other if anything the intensity grows with them 

When Ahsoka when 14 she would save small handfuls of sand to put in Anakin’s shoes 

And he would have thought it was just left over from some mission if the sand didn’t keep appearing after he emptied it out 

That and he caught Ahsoka red-handed and chased her sneaky ass around the temple until they were both too tired to care 

When Ahsoka turned 20 she hid sand everywhere in his shoes and in his pockets, girl even got it in some of his mugs 

He knew it was her cause he knew her m.o but she won’t admit to it and she doesn’t stop to matter how much he begs 

The breaking point is when he finds his bed covered in sand which he deems going too far cause even tho Padme literally couldn’t care less 

He tracked her down and kept her in a headlock until she admitted defeat 

It wasn’t a chocking headlock mind you it’s just tight enough to keep her in place he just drags her around the whole base while he goes about his business 

Anakin’s prank was pretty simple he would slowly steal all her head wraps 

At first she didn’t notice anything she just thought Anakin stole one during training and put it somewhere 

But after a couple of days of not being able to find it she discovers another one went missing 

And the cycle continued like that for years 

It didn’t bother her but sometimes when she was going out with friends and couldn’t find her favorite ones you’d hear her scream “Ani where’s my leather head wrap?” 

And he’d act all innocent saying that he “has no idea what you’re talking about snips maybe you misplaced it again” 

And she’d groan and go look for a different one because she didn’t have enough time to interrogate him 

Anakin waits a couple of years to pull off his full prank which is convincing everyone he can to wear one of her head wraps and act like nothing is going on 

And he gets a good amount of people too including some of the clones and even the twins 

The only people who wholeheartedly reject being a part of the plan are Padme and Obi-Wan they discovered years ago that it isn’t wise to get involved in their prank war 

Honestly Ahsoka would have thought she lost her mind that day if she hadn’t found every single head wrap she lost hidden around her quarters 

It kind of becomes a running joke of how protective Anakin is of Ahsoka 

Some stories being blown out of proportion about how Skywalker single-handedly moved the ruble to grant her freedom form the tank 

Some say how he searched on the ground day and night when Ahsoka was captured by the hunters 

Criminals claim they barely made it out with their lives if they had Ahsoka in their custody 

They both find these stories hilarious but Obi-Wan and Padme know there is a lot of truth in those stories 

It doesn’t just stop with the enemy either this man has and will do intensive background checks on every single person Ahsoka meets 

And you best believe that potential love interests are kept under the closest watch possible 

Rex and his boys are happy to track down the person if they feel they’re acting a little sketchy 

Sometimes this ends with actual criminals being put away and sometimes this ends with Ahsoka scolding everyone who had anything to do with it 

Some people get 30+ apology letters and a promise that it will never happen again (most of those people can tell those letters were written with grit teeth and a little togruta standing close by)

Anakin does agree to tone down his protective streak and promises to never abuse his power like that again 

She didn’t make him stop giving the shovel talk to literally anyone within a three-mile radius of her (mostly cause she didn’t know he was doing it) so he considered that a win

I’m always reminded of how Anakin made it a game to count how many people their squads took out and I was wondering what other games they had 

How many times could they lie to the council without getting caught, how many times they crash a ship, and how many times they save each other's lives 

Like imagine Ahsoka tripping Anakin and before he can ask why the hell she did that a blast hits the floor and she just goes “That’s 40 for me” as she runs away 

Anakin yelled after her “yeah 40 to my 80 snips” 

Those numbers also serve as a reminder and reassurance that no matter how dangerous the situation gets they’ll never let that count stop

[7yd1a]

SOBBING WAILING SCREAMING

[astrobei]

for my maybe four (?) followers who read lokius: here you go

[fire-lizard-ro]

Reworked an old unfinished drawing for Blythe because I thought it fit him. 🫶

Might finish/add to it later.

Character belongs to @thedolmainblog

[cedric-k-rossignol]

Turns out a fantastic cure for a depressive episode caused by existential dread is a snow storm and a little ✨patriotic rage✨

Yesterday, prime minister Trudeau made some logical 'concessions' - most of which Canada had already committed to - in order to delay the tariffs by 30 days. This at least gives Canada 30 days to diversify our trade agreements, to prepare should these tariffs be implemented on March 1st. My job directly deals with the regulation of plant material moving over the CA/US border - I have skin in this game. The Canadian government took steps yesterday to save my source of income. I suppose I should be grateful - but I'm not.

All I can think about is, at what cost did this truly come?

I never in my life thought that manifest destiny, of all fucking things, would be giving me sleepless nights. I've prepared myself for war in Europe, for climate change devastating our planet, for the regression of civil, women's, LGBT rights - for the backslide of basic fucking human decency. But I have never once considered that Canada could be at war with the United States of America. Naively, foolishly, I still unconsciously assumed some things were off the table in today's world.

It's become increasingly apparent that this is not about fentanyl at the border, nor the deregulation of Canadian banks, nor any other future demand he has yet to make of us. I am sick of hearing that Trump played Trudeau, or that Trudeau played Trump. I am done hearing this trade war called dumb or pointless because it is categorically untrue. There is a point to this, and I am going to keep saying it even if my friends, family, and colleagues consider it an impossibility - they said the same just before COVID hit. We should no longer consider anything an impossibility.

Make no mistake, this is about Canada's sovereignty.

I do not take Trump literally when he calls for Canada to become a 51st state - but I do take him seriously. This is no fucking joke, as ridiculous as it seems. America's president has threatened the sovereignty of my country - he has done it often, and he has done it loudly.

I do not consider myself to be a particularly patriotic person - but I have always considered myself incredibly fortunate to have been born and raised in Canada, to two Canadian citizens who ensured I had every opportunity in education, who believed in a woman's right to choose, who understood the importance of exercising your right to vote, who taught me to appreciate the safety nets our government provided to all its citizens, and who instilled in me a quality I find severely lacking in a large portion of the world's population; empathy. Canada is by no means perfect, but I have always been proud to be Canadian - and that identity being under immediate threat has thrown me into a downwards spiral.

The last few days have been incredibly stressful for me, and I have been consumed with worry about my employment status, the rising cost of living, and the future of Canada and America. Trump intends to make Canada the Ukraine to his Russia. I do not believe this invasion will come from the same approach, i.e. boots on the ground - it will be far more insidious, and that much more difficult to fight. Trump is planning on using economic coercion to wear us down, and I expect there will be targeted misinformation in our next federal election, which is imminent. The outcome of this election could decide whether or not Canada as we know it lives or dies.

However, were America ever to declare traditional war on Canada, I do not believe NATO would send us what we would need to resist. Even in a situation such as this, where it's completely unprovoked. They would stand by and watch, even if Canada fought until our very last citizen. That is the state of the world today, and it's horrifying.

And that is why part of me wished Canada would not have given an inch in these negotiations. Even for as little as the agreement cost us, even for the repercussions for a liberal government that I hope beyond hope will not be unseated in the next election. We could have sent a message yesterday that this insanity is unacceptable. We could have given Trump the proverbial middle finger, and settled in for the long haul - because when does it end? What demands does he bring in 30 more days? At what point does somebody say enough is enough? At what point do we shut down this ridiculous notion that every person on the planet dreams of being an American?

I have never been one to claim that I would die for my country. But I would rather crawl through the mud for Canada than see it become a second Puerto Rico, in name or in practice, by war or by subterfuge. I would rather die than see my country devolve into what America has become today. I would rather suffer through hardship than allow our values to disintegrate into hate and fear.

Today I awoke to find my sadness had been replaced with anger. Anger at the small portion of Canadians who support Trump, who are foolish enough to think they would be embraced by the USA in the event of annexation. Anger at Americans, those who voted for Trump, and those who did not recognize the necessity of voting for Harris just to keep him out of office. Anger at my fellow man, for our inability to learn from the mistakes of our past; for the hatred and greed that runs rampant through the human race.

At what point will this madness end? I fear that nothing will galvanize the American people to act in any meaningful way until it is too late. Your country is undergoing a coup. It has been on a downwards trajectory for a while, but it has gone into a tailspin in the last few weeks. What will it take? How many rights must be stripped? How many innocent lives lost? At what point will you revolt? At what point do we collectively agree a temporary sacrifice of profit is worth our integrity?

I fear this time around, the moment where the world unites against a country headed by evil and consumed with hatred will never come. I fear we are all too far gone.

An excerpt from "They Thought They Were Free: The Germans, 1933-45", an interview with a German about what it was like living during the rise of the Nazis:

*Each act, each occasion, is worse than the last, but only a little worse. You wait for the next and the next. You wait for one great shocking occasion, thinking that others, when such a shock comes, will join with you in resisting somehow. You don’t want to act, or even talk alone; you don’t want to “go out of your way to make trouble.” Why not?—Well, you are not in the habit of doing it. And it is not just fear, fear of standing alone, that restrains you; it is also genuine uncertainty.*

*Uncertainty is a very important factor, and, instead of decreasing as time goes on, it grows. Outside, in the streets, in the general community, “everyone” is happy. One hears no protest, and certainly sees none. You speak privately to your colleagues, some of whom certainly feel as you do; but what do they say? They say, “It’s not so bad” or “You’re seeing things” or “You’re an alarmist.”*

*And you are an alarmist. You are saying that this must lead to this, and you can’t prove it. These are the beginnings, yes; but how do you know for sure when you don’t know the end, and how do you know, or even surmise, the end? On the one hand, your enemies, the law, the regime, the Party, intimidate you. On the other, your colleagues pooh-pooh you as pessimistic or even neurotic. You are left with your close friends, who are, naturally, people who have always thought as you have.*

*But your friends are fewer now. Some have drifted off somewhere or submerged themselves in their work. You no longer see as many as you did at meetings or gatherings. Now, in small gatherings of your oldest friends, you feel that you are talking to yourselves, that you are isolated from the reality of things. This weakens your confidence still further and serves as a further deterrent to—to what? It is clearer all the time that, if you are going to do anything, you must make an occasion to do it, and then are obviously a troublemaker. So you wait, and you wait.*

*But the one great shocking occasion, when tens or hundreds of thousands will join with you, never comes. That’s the difficulty. If the last and worst act of the whole regime had come immediately after the first and smallest, thousands, yes, millions, would have been sufficiently shocked—if, let us say, the gassing of the Jews in ’43 had come immediately after the “German Firm” stickers on the windows of non-Jewish shops in ’33. But of course this isn’t the way it happens. In between come all of the hundreds of little steps, some of them imperceptible, each of them preparing you not to be shocked by the next. Step C is not so much worse than Step B, and, if you did not make a stand at Step B, why should you at Step C? And so on to Step D.*

*And one day, too late, your principles, if you were ever sensible of them, all rush in upon you. The burden of self-deception has grown too heavy, and some minor incident, in my case my little boy, hardly more than a baby, saying “Jewish swine,” collapses it all at once, and you see that everything has changed and changed completely under your nose. The world you live in—your nation, your people—is not the world you were born in at all. The forms are all there, all untouched, all reassuring, the houses, the shops, the jobs, the mealtimes, the visits, the concerts, the cinema, the holidays.*

*But the spirit, which you never noticed because you made the lifelong mistake of identifying it with the forms, is changed. Now you live in a world of hate and fear, and the people who hate and fear do not even know it themselves; when everyone is transformed, no one is transformed. Now you live in a system which rules without responsibility even to God. The system itself could not have intended this in the beginning, but in order to sustain itself it was compelled to go all the way.*

*Suddenly it all comes down, all at once. You see what you are, what you have done, or, more accurately, what you haven’t done (for that was all that was required of most of us: that we do nothing). You remember those early morning meetings of your department when, if one had stood, others would have stood, perhaps, but no one stood. A small matter, a matter of hiring this man or that, and you hired this one rather than that. You remember everything now, and your heart breaks. Too late. You are compromised beyond repair.*

[syfynjvall]

i mean this in the most respectful way possible but some of u rly need to just delete chonces from your app library and im so serious. if everything they do pisses u off WHY are u still here. genuinely why do u purposely continue to consume something that makes u so miserable. “its soo bad now” “it’s fallen off” “it sucks now” ok fair points so why not just leave then?? why do u bother to stick around and complain. if u are this bothered by a visual novel app to the point that u feel the need to be consumed by anger u rly need to go find a hobby. i dont even mean that as a rude thing just like go do something that makes u happy instead of miserable!!!!!

[sweetiebunbuns]

📸 Soukoku Polaroids

[untimelyambition]

i can’t believe fall out boy played 33 songs this show thats. an abnormal amount of songs i know they were EXHAUSTED

[jargyles]

jonathan/eddie makes me so sick (POSITIVE!) because in the magical fantastical self indulgent world i have created in my brain in which they were in each others periphery since childhood and only really got close in the background while things were getting tense in jonathan's life is something that can be SO personal. eddie has to move in with wayne after middle school? jonathan finds his way to his new trailer whenever he can, it's muscle memory by the time he comes back to hawkins. lonnie fucks off from the byers? jonathan and eddie spend the night near castle byers writing a list of all the bands they're gonna see when they gain more independence. eddie loiters around the photography club (never participates or engages, just lurks) when jonathan moves to california. that kinda stuff

[undignifiedaquarium]

loving you out loud

for @locklyle-week day 1: firsts

a/n: First “I love you.” Here’s a little something I wrote because as much as I crave reading desparate confessions drawn out in the middle of dangerous situations, they also deserve something softer. Set in the future. I am v new to this fandom and writing these characters so please, be kind.

They’ve never been much for words. Or at least he hasn’t, not in the way that matters, Lockwood thinks as he peers over the top of his magazine at Lucy curled up on the other end of the couch. She’s got her nose buried in a book, completely oblivious to him. Her eyebrows are adorably scrunched together and her eyes feverishly tear across the pages in front of her.

It’s been years since she walked into his life and it still always feels like there are so many things he hasn’t told her, or doesn’t say enough. They are much more practiced at revealing things through unspoken communication. So much can be said through a glance across the kitchen table in the morning, smiles exchanged over tea, or touches and gifts and rescues that they have done a million times over by now. Sometimes it feels like they don’t ever need to articulate what’s left unsaid because they both know the score. But still, Lockwood thinks to himself, she deserves more than that.

It’s not like Lucy has ever been one to mince words. She’s called him out on his own bullshit time and time again, challenging him and reminding him that there are people who care about whether or not he makes it home alive. Her honesty was one of the first things that impressed him in that fated interview. She says what she thinks, and doesn’t back down. Truth be told it has saved them all in so many ways since then, even if it may drive him and George mad from time to time.

Looking at her now, Lockwood is once again captivated by her. In her pajamas, curled up with a quilt nestled around her and a steaming cup of tea in her hand she looks so comfortable, so relaxed. She looks radiant. It makes his heart pang with adoration. He wants to capture this moment and keep reliving it for the rest of time.

Because for every moment like this that they get, there are three more where his heart is hammering in his chest with worry or panic that something bad is going to happen to the beautiful, brave, incredible girl cozied up across from him. Too many of their firsts have happened in or been born from those moments when their lives are on the line and he aches a bit to give them both some softer memories.

Lucy chuckles lightly to herself at the other end of the couch, clearly having read something of note in that book of hers. She then takes a massive bite of the biscuit in her hand and finally looks up, meeting his eyes.

“What?” Lucy asks, “I got crumbs on my jumper or something?”

Lockwood laughs, “No, nothing like that. I just…I love you, that’s all.”

“Oh is that all?” She sits up and puts her book down next to her, a grin splitting across her face but also a hint of exasperation in her voice.

He feels himself blushing slightly, and looks down at his hands before glancing back up at her.

“Yes, well I know that sometimes I’m not the best at…articulating what I’m feeling. But I wanted to get it on the record and all that.”

“Lockwood I — “ she starts, scooting close and reaching out to take his hands in hers.

But he’s already on a roll. “I just realized I had never actually said it out loud and, well, we’ve put off a lot of other things until we’re in the thick of it and I wanted to make sure I told you now and not when we’re, you know, fighting for our lives. Point being, I don’t want that to be one more thing I’ve left unsaid.”

He’s really started rambling now, because her eyes have gone wide with something bordering on disbelief. Lucy is giving him a look that tells him she had absolutely no idea he’s been head over heels for her for…shit he doesn’t even know how long. Long enough that loving her feels as natural as breathing.

“Oh come off it Luce, you know I’ve been in love with you for a damn long time now.”

Her response comes out as a half laugh, half shout, and she smacks him with a throw pillow, “I did not, you idiot!”

Lockwood suddenly turns deadly serious, desperately needing her to understand how much he means this. How he is truly deeply, irrevocably in love. “Lucy, you make me feel seen and cared for in a way that for a long time, I didn’t think would ever be possible again. Even when everything is hard and frankly terrifying, I am still so glad you stormed into my life. I love you.”

At this, Lucy moves one hand to his face, rubbing her thumb softly along his cheekbone and looking at him with such longing and tenderness that he feels like he might just fall in love with her all over again. Lockwood slowly closes the distance between the two of them and kisses her like he’s drowning and she’s a breath of fresh air.

“I love you too, you know.” She breaks away and looks up at him with a soft and teasing smile, “to put it on the record and all that.”

[youeverjustmarryabountyhunter]

Raise your hand if you have a a habit of making entire post and then deleted them accidentally. ✋

Anyway- COWBOY AU FENNEC

•Thats not her truck :) I..decided that like halfway through drawing it. I don't know if you can read the license plate but it says F1RE5 (firespray-)

•I don't have like..much of a backstory for the drawing but probably something along the lines of she borrowed the truck and it broke down so now she's fixing it

•Honestly I just saw a picture of a cowgirl/farmer and was like "I have to draw Fennec"

•Obsessed with the truck btw. And I think I've earned that considering how long it took me-

•Jango ALSO loves this truck to death. It's like one of his kids only he doesn't like...really care if it gets dirty because they live on a farm so like

•Its old and beat up and runs..mostly fine but it's his <3

•However, I don't think he'd care if something happened to it/his kids did something to it. Family always comes first, and his kids are his top priority so he's checking them over head to toe before even remembering he has a truck. They might get a talk about safety, but it always boils down to "Cars (trucks-) can be fixed. People can't." (Which is a real quote said to me and some friends by an elderly gentleman that had witnessed us crash. We're all okay! No injuries at all whatsoever, the car was not okay..had to be totalled- but I'd rather our lives over it anyday so-)

•On that note, though, you're going to have hell convincing him to let you drive it. He's a stubborn man. And a sassy one too.

Here's the ref I used btw!

(and also trees are hard to draw...if anyone's got any points lemme know^^)