#I decided to go with this - idk whyy

[evignonita]

Strangetown (Las Rarezas) if the inhabitants were Latin Americans Hispanic

Latin Americans is crossed out because I initially included Brazil here, but decided this post would be for Hispanic Heritage Month. Spain is not included for the same reason LOL. I included Brazil anyway but it will be in italics. I know that Brazil is not a Hispanic country, I'm just lazy to change it

EDIT: I DID NOT INCLUDE AJAY, I FORGOT ABOUT HIM LMFAAOOOO now yes sorry Ajay

OKAY here we go

The Curious Brothers and Jenny Smith: Argentine-Bolivians, they would specifically come from the province of Salta lmfoej, I only maintain this because I saw an illustration of a guy similar to Pascal drinking mate. Kitty would be Argentine and Glarn would be Bolivian 🧉

Johnny and Jill Smith: Argentinian, yas queen

Pol. Smith: Pol was not born on earth, but during his years of adaptation on earth he lived in Mexico, that is why he would say that he is Mexican, only that he was born in Veracruz JEODHEOEKR

(*) The Muenda family (Olive and Ophelia's family): I like to think that they are of Brazilian origin or from some Lusitano speaking country. Olive and Willow come from Porto Alegre, but Ophelia was born in São Paulo

Ichabod Specter: Puerto Rican, Afro-Latino king ❤️‍🩹 he comes from San Juan... He loves mofongo

Nervous Subject: Chilean-Brazilian, was born in Arica, Chile, while Olive was fleeing justice... accused of murder AH... 😔

Circe Beaker: Circe would be from Bolivia, specifically from the department of Beni... Although she would hate caporales omg she's so fake booooo, love her anyway

Loki and Erin Beaker: Swedish-Uruguayan, their parents are Swedish but they were born in Río Negro. Loki and Pascal hate each other 😝 /j

The Grunts: Chileans, Buzz was born in Santiago and that's why I hate him... His children were born in Calama... Tank reminds me of my cousin 🧠

Kristen Loste: Costa Rican, IDK WHYY She just gives me the vibe that she was born in some small town on the outskirts of San José (too specific idc)

Lola and Chloe Singles: Bolivians, they were born in Bolivia when Glarn still lived in his native country and as a good Hispanic father he abandoned them. Glabe is Paraguayan 🫶

Ajay Loner: Since I forgot to include Ajay, he would be Paraguayan because he would be like his country, he doesn't exist (BROMA, LOS AMO MUCHO PARAGUAYOS USTEDES Y NOSOTROS NOS ENTENDEMOS BIEN PQ NINGUNO DE NOSOTROS HABLA BIEN ESPAÑOL OK 🇨🇱🤝🇵🇾)

[starsscarmyceiling]

ooo um I want to know about this merrical zombie fic 👀

Aww, thanks anon!

WOW, well, where do I even start with them?? THEY. The idea for this fic came from having an already started Reylo TLOU fic from my post TROS and TLOU 2 pains, and one day I sat down with myself and was like…but what if also Merrical though (much like I did with my neighbors AU bahahaha I have no self-control). Then the image of Cal wielding around two machetes fell into my brain and I was like OKAY THIS IS HAPPENING…

BUT THEN—I was like KATIE for the love of GOD please do not start another WIP, so it went on the back burner…for like a WHILE. I barely had an outline really, and then for quite some time I knew it was just going to be something I wanted to do down the line—but THEN—

Last October I got COVID for the first time, and well, I got into my TLOU 2 feels again (of which, that game was very hard for me) and was like UGHHHH WHYY, and idk I had a lot of time to kill…and oof well then started the absolute FEVER dream of me then writing the first 130k of this fic in two months. That was just insanity I cannot account for so much of that time. Everything just FLOWED out of me fuck have these two ruined my life.

Cal is traversing aimlessly (and has been for quite a few years) with his very well trained German Shepard, Beedee (who helps him hunt and kill infected), and he is in these woods realizing there are like not a lot of resources around…but he’s just hoping to find something…when he happens upon some featherfern he can harvest and is like OO!

Then he hears a sound snap and he only has milliseconds to react as a net is being set off around him, to which he ofc parkours himself out of it and was like damn that was close. He was going to leave, but then he’s like well actually what if I stick around for a minute and see who’s trap this is. Sitting up in a tree, Cal realizes he might just be lonely and want to see another person, and just before he’s about to give up—guess who comes onto the scene…

And GUESS how Cal decides to approach this situation??? It’s absolutely ridiculous I will tell you that:

“Sorry, that would have been me,” he said as she whipped around, and he supposed it wasn’t totally unexpected to be staring down the barrel of her rifle. Cal held up his hands.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t shoot you right now,” she demanded.

“Uh, well, I know you don’t know me, obviously, but…I swear we mean you no harm,” Cal insisted gently, still focusing on her weapon.

“We? How many of you are there?”

He let out a breath, tilting his head, “Just me and Beedee.”

Beedee barked, but the woman didn’t dare move, “This is your animal?”

“Yeah, yup,” Cal offered, sort of regretting the way it came out, “so…if you’re planning on killing me would you at least take care of my dog?”

Instead of entertaining anything he just said, she opted to scoff instead.

“So you just go around,” the woman said, stepping closer to him, “with your dog, and set off people’s traps? Why?”

“Uh,” he said as the gun was only inches from his face now, “I mean, I didn’t do it on purpose or anything.”

For the first time, she broke her focus on him, and looked over at the net again, but before Cal could fully relax, she grunted and reignited her ire.

“Did you tear a hole in it?”

“Well…I kind of, cut myself out of it when I was in midair—”

“You what?”

“What? Did you expect me to just lay back and let myself get caught in that thing?!”

She shoved the rifle at him again, “It would have made things a lot easier for me.”

Inhaling, his eyes flitted over to Beedee, who was now approaching them, “It’s fine Beedee, stay down.”

The dog did as he was told, sitting down once more, and Cal looked back over to the woman, “I really am sorry, alright? I didn’t even realize there would be anyone out here at all, let alone someone setting traps.”

“Do you have any idea how long it will take me to put it back up?”

“Well, I wouldn’t really suggest that because a torn net isn’t going to do you much good—”

She cocked the rifle’s chamber and narrowed her gaze, “Is this how you always talk to people who are literally brandishing a rifle in your face?”

In what was probably poor judgement, Cal nervously let out a chuckle, “Not…exactly, but…usually by this point the person would have made a decision whether or not they were going to shoot me—”

“And you think I won’t?!”

“No!” Cal shouted, moving his hands a bit in protest as he shook his head, “I mean—yes! Of course, I definitely still think it’s a possibility, but I kind of have this habit of talking too much when I’m nervous—”

“Something tells me that it is not just when you are nervous,” she said flatly.

“Look,” he tried to say as calmly as possible, “I can help you fix the net. I can even help you put it back up.”

She stood there for a couple of seconds, “Why?”

Cal thought the answer to that was obvious, “Well, I am the one who wrecked it, why wouldn’t I?”

“You’re acting as if we aren’t in the apocalypse. No one just does things out of the goodness of their hearts.”

A sigh escaped him, “I…realize that, but…I swear on the life of Beedee I have no other ulterior motive here.”

Again, she said nothing.

Cal closed his eyes for a moment, opening them again, “If I wanted to get away, I would have done it by now.”

“Oh, is that right?”

For an instance, Cal did nothing, but then he was swiftly reaching for her rifle before she could respond and had it pointed at her.

Then in what was the next few seconds, Cal watched her place her hands in the air, and now that he didn’t have a rifle in his face, he really got a look at her.

She was blonde, a few braids against her head with it all pulled back in a ponytail. Her skin was pale, and she had wide brown eyes that gleamed with amber as they realized the predicament she was in.

And as Cal stared on, her rifle in his grasp, he realized the one he was in.

She was goddamn stunning.

“Well,” she said, lowering her hands, placing them on her hips, “if you are going to shoot me with my own gun, just do it.”

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever fucking seen.

Cal breathed shakily, “I’m not going to shoot you.”

Her eyes were still skeptical, but she didn’t move.

It was okay, he could definitely still have a conversation with this…ethereally…gorgeous…person.

It was fine.

“I told you…I would help you and I meant it,” he insisted, but she still narrowed her eyes nonetheless.

Cal relaxed his stance, “My name is Cal Kestis, and…I’m pretty handy with a knot or two.”

Her lovely countenance gave nothing away as he even lowered the gun all the way and offered it to her, “I even saw a rabbit just go by here. I can have Beedee on its tail no problem, so he could hopefully catch some food.”

She looked down at the rifle and then back at him. For a moment, Cal maybe thought that she was going to just take it back and shoot him, but, in what was probably considered a miracle, she took it back gently.

Cal let out an easy breath and smiled, “I can—”

“Cease your talking!” She demanded, to which he rapidly obeyed.

And…was that kinda hot?

No, it couldn’t have been.

“You are going to help me take this down and take it back to my home to patch up,” she said as she strapped the gun over her shoulder and walked over to the tree the trap was tied to, “and then you are going to leave after you put it back up. By yourself.”

Okay, so it was a little hot.

Oh, fuck.

“Alright,” he agreed, “let me just—”

She whipped her head at him, and he held up his hands, “Let me just get Beedee on that rabbit.”

Her head gave the slightest of nods, and she went back to untying.

Again, he let out a breath, and he had to quickly turn around himself, lest he lose himself in checking out the rest of her body, which was just downright unfair.

“Come ‘mere buddy,” Cal said softly, and Beedee trotted happily over to his master. He knelt down on the floor and let Beedee lick his face a couple of times, “alright, alright. We’re okay, huh?”

Cal gave him a few scratches behind the ears, “Good boy, now, I need you to track that rabbit that just came through here, okay?”

Beedee merely panted at him, so Cal pointed at the ground, giving the whistle that meant to track and hunt, which caused the dog to start sniffing right away.

Ever the great hunter, Beedee seemed to sniff out something right away, proceeding to follow it in the bushes, and then, he was off to hopefully find the bounty for them.

Cal turned back around, seeing her look in his direction as she finished untying the rope.

“So he is just going to hunt it?” She asked in a less hostile voice.

“Oh yeah, he’ll be fine. If he finds it, he’ll bring it back to us,” Cal explained.

“But we are going to be moving,” she pointed out.

Cal looked up, seeing that the net was caught up in the tree, close to where he was before.

“Well, he’ll be able to find me as long as you don’t live too far.”

She stood there, crossing her arms, “I live about one hundred yards to the east.”

“Oh, see! That’s like nothing, hey,” he said, “the net’s caught up there I can go get it down.”

Before she could say anything, he jumped up and grabbed the nearest branch, pulling himself onto it. Then, it didn’t take him long to find where it’d gotten stuck, so he quickly identified and solved the problem, to which the rest of the net fell to the floor.

He descended the tree, and then was jumping down again, his feet hitting the ground with another thump. For a moment when he looked up at her, he thought that she might have her rifle out on him again, but she was just standing there with her arms crossed.

She was staring at him, her eyes briefly looking up and down him, which made him nervously alert for more than a multitude of reasons before she was kneeling down and gathering the net.

Cal was immediately going to do the same, but then his eyes landed on the featherfern he was planning to harvest.

“Oh right, I was going to—”

“Do you have something better to do, monkey man?”

She was looking up at him incredulously, and he shook his head, his heart beating at the nickname she had suddenly given him.

“Uh, no,” he said, blinking a couple of times before he decided he could just come and get it later.

As Cal also now knelt on the ground, he felt anxiety spike through him, and he knew that he was never going to be able to shut his stupid mouth.

“It’s Cal,” he said out of nowhere.

Her head lifted to him with a raised eyebrow and he shrugged.

“In case you forgot—”

“I remember your name Cal Kestis,” she said, and then it did other things to him to hear his own name come out of her mouth as she stood with her side of the net, to which he quickly followed. She appeared to be about half a foot shorter than him, but she was still exceedingly intimidating, “I just prefer to compare you to a monkey due to your affinity for flouncing about in trees and your incessant chittering.”

She finished her sentence with gathering what she had of the net and slammed it into his chest.

His mouth was hanging open stupidly as he stared down at her. Their eyes met for the briefest, terrifying moment, before she was turning around and promptly walking off in a direction she obviously seemed confident in.

“Right,” he said, not sure if the whole ‘monkey man’ thing was meant to be an insult or not, but he just let himself breathe in and out before he was following her, presumably to where this beautiful, mysterious woman lived.

WE LIKE TO HAVE FUN HERE.

ALSO—I feel like I kind of have to put another preview in here…it’s kind of become a Thing™ in the Merrical server to say “giving someone a haircut” is to express care for someone as a metaphor. After Cal and Merrin have been traveling together and have grown close, Cal still has a difficult time like ever advocating for himself or anything he needs. It’s very easy for him to take care of everyone else instead, and he again, never even knows how to ask for anything in return. So one day, Merrin comments on how Cal's hair has grown longer, and he's like oh yeah I guess it has I've been meaning to take care of that, but then Merrin just--offers to cut it for him, which just like makes his mind explode. It just meant so much to him that she would offer without even having to ask. SO…I suppose I wanted to share some of that scene too considering what it’s meant to all of us…✂️💕✂️💕✂️💕

Both of her hands were on either side of his head now while she was still in front of him, and she seemed to be testing the length of hair out with her fingers from what it felt like.

For some reason, he thought it was pertinent to open his eyes now.

There she was, practically eye to eye with him as her fingers sought purchase on his scalp, and it was only made worse when she flicked her gaze to his.

Despite all of the anger she had just been projecting, Merrin’s countenance seemed completely softened now. And her coffee brown eyes were scanning all over his.

What he felt in that stare was the most beautiful sunset cresting into the distant mountains, and up until this point in his aggrievedly ambivalent existence, those mountains always felt like they were so impossible to reach, too far to even fathom before the darkness settled over.

But now?

With her here with him?

He was there, at the summit and letting the last of the sun’s rays warm his skin, like she was his guide, his refuge, in the night.

What a simple change, it seemed.

Or, at least it did in this moment.

And fuck he felt like Beedee whenever Cal scratched at just the right spot, and the dog turned into a melted mess on the floor, belly up and ready for all the pets.

Cal was certainly belly up now with her hands still so gently trekking their way through his hair.

“Hm,” he let out in a completely unwitting manner because he really was a fucking mess, and his eyes blinked slowly at her.

“Sorry,” she whispered softly with a bit of a lift in her voice, “I am just trying to see if everything is even.”

Cal practically wheezed at her. Apologize? She was apologizing?

He was about to lay down on the goddamn floor and tell her she could do whatever she wanted to him.

His mouth was a bit ajar as a brief exhale escaped it.

“It’s fine,” he finally attempted to convey, “take your time Mer…”

In another practically perfunctory action, he offered her a smirk. And he probably looked like an idiot, but—

He felt, for once in his whole miserable goddamn life where he thought for so long the only good place he had any more was in his memories…too special to care.

People just simply—didn’t do things like this for him, even before when he was at the base.

And it wasn’t their fault, really. It’s not like Cal knew how to ask for anything pretraining to himself or of his needs ever at all. That is another reason why taking care of everyone else came so easily to him.

So to see Merrin here now, so delicately weaving herself into his soul, it could have practically brought him to tears if he wasn’t careful.

This whole experience was certainly surging him through quite the myriad of emotions.

And Merrin was just giving him a fucking haircut.

But he wanted to reach for her now, turn his head so he could kiss at her wrists, slide his hands over her arms and slowly beckon her to sit in his lap now for an entirely different reason, so he could just hold her, show her his gratitude.

And if that led to him being able to lay his face gently on her cleavage, then that was just something he was willing sacrifice for the greater good of such an expression of thanks.

“Alright,” Merrin gently concluded as her hands, much to Cal’s dismay dropped and fell away from him, but they ever so briefly fell to his upper chest, where he was seriously about to raise his hands to place over hers in order to return the sentiment, but then she was actually standing up straight again.

Her eyes seemed to be taking him in, or more than likely examining her work, even though they lingered in certain places that Cal wished he could know so he could meet her there.

“I think it is complete enough,” she resolved now.

He was going to need about five to fifteen hundred business days to recover from that.

“Mm, okay,” he said, feeling like he had almost fucking disassociated for an actual positive reason for the first time in his life, which he honestly didn’t know was a possibility for him.

Cal did live in and inhabit a body, that’s right.

Why didn’t he just slide his way back into that thing, that ginger thing on the chair that was completely at this woman’s mercy.

Luckily, Merrin seemed to be able to pick up the slack when it came to human interaction.

“Would you like to go see it?”

He would like to go do literally anything she suggested.

His head trailed up her form as he breathed out though his nose. Their eyes met, and hers seemed to be surprisingly not impatient, but just waiting. Waiting for him to finally figure out how to be a person again.

A slow grin formed on his face, “Yeah. I’d like to see it.”

Finally, he recalled that he possessed leg muscles and used them to stand up.

Merrin was there, and he felt like he was drunk. Fucking inebriated off of her presence.

“Come on Cal Kestis,” she stated, taking him by the arm as she picked up one of the candles on the counter.

I am going to follow this woman to the end of actual time, he thought to himself.

And he would—he would stand there with her, until the sun rose again.

OOF, Cal Kestis, you are fucking in for it.

Yeah, idk what it is about these two in particular, but dear LORDT. They have…they have really fucked me UP.

Buuut, yeah, a lot of moving parts in the works rn before I post this. But believe you me, so soooo very eager to share…you DON’T even fucking know.

This was so much fun guys!!! Thank you SO much for all of your asks in this game

[catt-leya]

I have mad horny thots for Rick rn, especially s9 Rick because he gives me such daddy vibes you know... God this man... Istg I'm going feral as I am rewatching TWD atm.

Okay think about this, you're making dinner for Rick and yourself and Rick comes home after a rough day at the bridge, he greets you as he slowly walk up behind you while you're standing near the countertop. You can feel Rick behind you, he's kissing your neck "Hey..." he says and slowly steps away from you to shower upstairs.

As he showers you still make dinner and slowly get it ready, when Rick comes back though he's more touchy, more needy and you know what he wants. He slowly wraps his hands around your waist as he faces you. His eyes are glowing and you want it too, slowly letting him kiss and touch you, one of his hands finds its way into your panties and he slowly fingers you and he's so damn turned on from it, he's leaving bruises behind on your neck from kissing you and makes you cum within mintues.

Rick is taken a bit back when you decide to remove your clothes fully and remove his towel to go down on him, making him shake from the orgasm you're going to give him. I'm just so mad horny for s9 Rick right now and Idk whyy...🥲

Oh my god sweetieeeeeee 😫💗

The domestic fantasies are hitting HARD 😫💗

The way Rick would be soooo familiar and you both know what to do to get the other one going😫💗 it just makes my heart melt and now I want it soooooo bad 😫💗

Sweetheart I LOVE YOU FOR IT 😫💗

[serenemy]

panopticon as fuck

as a witch she was supposed to be outside the globe looking in. through a series of events best phrased contemporaneously as “playing herself” it had turned out otherwise

but like whyy tho??

why would anyone read a Book that doesn’t spark their magic? why would anyone pay this much attention to a character they actively dislike and engage in complicated ruses to have removed from the stories?

it pains me to acknowledge this could be some form of magic. new corrupt spells from the bad wizard? [any gender can be a witch whether good or bad. but not this person. wizard is synonymous in every way except it isn’t derived from the native tongue of the vvitche, an honor, she had pettily decided, too painful to bestow] lingering remnants of his old ones? or was there another bad wizard in the midst? or some weird wild juju of indeterminate origin and moral appropriateness?

idk

i just know it makes me uncomfortable. i’ve felt its hostile presence everywhere for like two human years. its existence made no logical sense and i used my thusly discredited sense of it to undermine me on other things in dangerous ways. the magic’s been wrong across realms for awhile

magic works both ways with a Book of Shadows. theoretically a powerful enough interaction between pages and a hostile reader could leave even a completed works altered, perhaps irreparably so, and i’m not sure i should go on

perhaps the Board has a point

here is where she is a liar because while she might not have been the only source of dangerous magic—there was at least one corrupt wizard in the region, she had mistaken to great effect for a mundane—in her secret heart of hearts she had known for a long time, maybe all along

she started it

at a minimum, she opened the door

she tried to eat and have two cakes

every propagandist in human history knows you can tell a story and manifest a thing that didn’t previously exist. in a Book of Shadows a story can weave a spell. and she was not solely a witch. she was many other things and one of them was storyteller

of course the risk would be there, in her Book, even if she told herself you’re only writing down the honorable parts and keeping the rest inside in your soul

it is the soul from whence all springs, little mouse

here is the other part where she is a liar

she knew she wasn’t really going to maybe quit either. it was different than expected, less morally pristine, more reckless. but there was still beauty and powerful good in the pages

not all the secret watchers had stained it with malevolence. some touched the works with beneficial magic so lovely it alone justified continued existence in the present form

and the muse was the right one. one she’d learned in bittersweetly painful ways to trust

and the songs still felt true and right and beautiful

as the “writer,” if she existed, it wasn’t so much surprising—

she could argue there should have been warning. the content wasn’t ready. you still as of now haven’t seen the [*BENIGN and] creative place this is going [she was like grrm. but the content was still alive. there was time]

*yinze know i use content warnings. some people love a tragic story. some feel bait and switched when they get their hearts broken by a story they loved. i write both but i don’t trick people. to me that’s a shitty click baity and unnecessary way to get readers

we don’t do jump scares here. one of my central theses as an author is that compelling, exciting fiction, with high stakes, can in any genre including smut be created around moral characters who treat each other in morally sensitive ways and via moral stories that treat their audiences morally. these stories exist, they’re gorgeous, and since i didn’t find as many as i wanted, i started making my own

i’ve broken so may “i swear i’ll nevers” along the way

i’ll swear i’ll never write anything with sex shaming language [guy character calls his sister a whore, a word i promised myself i’d never replicate in any form]

i swear i’ll never write a rape scene. it’s not the worst thing that can befall a woman. for most women, if they really thought about it, it wouldn’t be as close to the top as they expected

so can we get some other storylines?? a lot of survivors have been encountering that one their entire lives and the scenes are really really unpleasant. plus while a lot of the fiction comes from women, the idea that this is the worst thing that can befall a woman is a cultural construct originating entirely with men

the other thing is they almost always treat the event itself as the trauma. i’m not familiar with a single example pre Unbelievable that understood sometimes the worse trauma is the reaction of others. [wrote a rape scene in a romance novel. i think ‘wind river’ is powerful art the existence of which improves the world. because it showed something impossible to tell. mattress girl’s “porno” does the same and should exist for the same reasons]

i swear i’ll never write a revenge story. i just couldn’t conceive being interested. still haven’t watched old boy eg. if morality is your guiding star, it answers every question about how to respond when someone wrongs you. to the extent the genre intends to differ from a “justice” story any “revenge” story i could love would definitionally have to be the former [might have written one. turns out i have a more complicated relationship with those themes than i thought. sometimes the hero’s cause is just but the nature of the remedy demanded by the context of the storylines opens the door for hatred and anger to influence proportionality in morally culpable ways

in my novel i weighed that. the villain received notice. my hero went no further than remedy demanded. if it seemed otherwise the flaw was in the author’s storytelling, not the character’s choices]

it’d be intellectually dishonest to deny i could fail more i swear i’ll nevers in the future. what i can say is two things:

1. i have no such works in progress, in mind, or alive in my head at this time and can’t foresee that changing anytime in the foreseeable future

2. if you haven’t encountered multiple content warnings (as my villain did) you’re not going to get ambushed with content

—as it is unexpected

i’m not sure it’s a good place for an author to be mental health wise to court a cult following of hate readers for a project so experimental they can see the words *of a Book of Shadows no less* being written—and deleted—in real time

can potentially alter its course with their attention

the presence of the observer changes things—in science and in fiction

[there was a reason she’d been telling the truth when she told that prelator she only sought or wanted a few acolytes who were perfect fits for the material. she really didn’t like to lie, even to someone who wouldn’t remember. wait. wrong “character.” nvm, all fiction lies]

but i don’t know. there might be something here

something lovely and worth telling. something sufficiently moral to justify its existence

[sometimes so do all truths]

[mirtifero]

Can I talk about my ocs okay I'll talk about my ocs but under the cut because uh yeah!

I was thinking. How did I not think about how fucking autistic Hector is until now??? He is VERY autistic and that actually makes so much more sense to him than all of the other diagnosis I tried giving him. Mf just has the tism. Therefore I believe that Sophia ALSO has autism!!! FUCKING HELL!!!!!!

Which actually surprised me like sometimes I realize how little ocs I actually canonically affirmed are autistic (just like how rare it is for me to say an oc is canonically trans, I tend to just go "yeah they are trans" and forget it like an idiot). Literally only Julian (Julien? I forgot I'm so sorry my sweetest child...) was canonically autistic but now that I think about it I don't doubt that Hector, Sophia and Lara are also very much autistic! I just didn't think about it before!

Telma probably has adhd (she's one of the two canon trans ocs I have that I didn't forget are trans :3), maybe the same thing with Luciane? DUDE LUCIANE IS PROBABLY AUTISTIC WITH ADHD ASISASKAHSKHAHS WHYY DIDNT I THINK ABOUT THAT BEFORE... Bryan probably has bpd but I am really insecure about this diagnosis and Nancy probably has aspd (I've been pretty sure about his for a while, I also think he MAY be autistic but I am not sure tbh. The reason I'm insecure about Bryan's bpd diagnosis is that he was very based off myself askjksjkja and I tend to never really know what to do with characters that are based off myself).

Oh right forgot to mention Nancy is transmasc lol he's the second trans oc that I actually fucking remember is trans. Idk if it matters to anyone but since I'm just fucking rambling anyways, Lara is asian (Chinese ancestry) and Julian and Telma are black (still deciding their specific ancestries. The story is in brazil so I want to consider that when deciding it).

But my nose is bloody and I need to wash my hands that are full of blood so uhh that's it for now!

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No wonder afton never got caught the police would never be able to piece together the lore

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#4

Decided to redesign RWBY's Atlas arc outfits

maybe click for quality idk

[ID: digital illustrations of Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Yang from RWBY. Ruby wears a gray dress shirt underneath a black corset; red arm warmers; a black skirt with red frills, a rose faintly printed on it; black boots; her red cape; and her hair is also down. Weiss has her hair in a loose pony tail over her shoulder. She has a light blue capelet with a red bow; a white dress with black frills; long black gloves; and red leg warmers. Blake's hair is cut short and wispy, she wears a black scarf; black arm warmers; a gray wide-neck shirt with diagonal black stripes; black jeans; gray boots; a light purple cloth on her hip. Yang wears a dark brown coat with a fuzzy gray collar--the body is short but the sleeves go all the way down, her yellow gauntlets tucked underneath them. She wears tan baggy pants with yellow knees and a purple bandana tied near her ankle. End ID.]

84 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

#3

I'm back into fnaf in 2022 so have some Mike designs

See the full post

264 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

#2

I'm back into fnaf in 2022 so have some Mike designs

(yes this is a reupload I like this version better)

[ID: 2 images of 4 bust illustrations of Micheal Afton. The first shows a younger Michael, wearing a smiling foxy mask and long shaggy hair, he is crying under the mask. The next shows him as an adult, frowning slightly and wearing a security guard uniform, he has ear-length, full hair. The next image shows Mike presumably post-Sister Location, his hair white at the ends and at the roots, clutching his shirt and looking at the viewer with a wide-eyed, horrified expression. His eyes are fully black with white pupils and there are black scars over his eyes leading to the corners of his mouth. The ends of his fingers are black. The next drawing shows him with all the same characteristics, except his hair is fully white, he wears a face mask and a vest and a dress shirt. He is shown frowning as he pulls off his neck tie, bandaids on his hands. End ID.]

319 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Is this interaction at all possible from a timeline, lore or logical perspective? No but I drew it anyway

I just think they would be friends (yes I've heard the theories leave me be)

[ID: two sketches of the crying child from FNAF 4 and Gregory from FNAF Security Breach. The crying child wears a striped hoodie and dark, curly hair, Gregory is in his normal design with a striped polo shirt, straight brown hair and a band-aid on his face. In the first image, there is a full-body shot of both of them facing the viewer with their hands links. Gregory frowns as he points a flashlight at the viewer while the crying child looks wide-eyed and worried, clenching a fist to his chest. The second image shows close-ups of both of their faces, the crying child looking at the viewer with a worried expression and tears on his face and Gregory with a wide-eyed, confused expression as he looks at the viewer. The crying child stands slightly behind Gregory. End ID.]

906 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

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[scatteredraysofhope]

Okay update guys:

My mom finally came to my room to give me breakfast and talk to me.

And yeah Turns out my old therapist had actually told her I had adhd years ago but for some reason she decided to never tell me 😃

"wow gee thanks like I wouldn't want to know what's wrong with myself!??" like im the one who has to live in this body and go though my life and my mom acts like she's the one who struggles more than me

She was like "yeah you do have adhd. It is very obvious"

She told me I had dyslexia and anxiety but not adhd !!?? and yeah she said it's not a big deal cause other people have it worse and im supposed to just 'get over it' whatever that means. I'm so confused because she yells at me everyday for not being able to get ready on time and procrastinating on projects and how im not normal. It's like she knows I have adhd but never even accepted it herself wtf. And she just blames me for it every day.

Then she started telling me how she was so careful when she was pregnant with me like she didn't even drink coffee or anything and how no one in her family had any mental illness so it's obviously from my father's side (many of whom are mentally ill)

I told her I should probably get it diagnosed then cause you can get medication for it and she was like. 'Whyy?? Your case is not that bad!! You dont need all that! Just eat proper food. Why do you want all that? to be medicated your whole life with side effects? No. You just need to overcome it"

I feel like she thought she was being encouraging!?? But I feel like she doesn't understand at all or just doesn't want to accept it idk. Like how tf am I supposed to just 'get over' my chronic mental illness that has only gotten harder to deal with thoughtout my life!?!?

Also I was 99% sure my brother also has adhd which my mother also admitted herself.

I'm just so confused and I feel like my life is a lie

Anyway yeah... I'm sure that's not the end of this conversation but that's where I am.

Guys I just messaged my mom in the middle of the night that I think I have adhd.

I guess she will read it in the morning but im Im scared how she will react because ahh I hate confrontation.

[theholisticdetective]

“You keep using that word,” said Qaz. “I don't think it means what you think it means. Unless, of course,” he added with a smile,” it's a new meaning of the word I wasn't previously aware of.” [qazmitsinclare]

A SUFFUSION OF YELLOW || Accepting

@qazmitsinclare

“Do you mean ‘chips’?”

“I’m afraid you have been taken in by American propaganda, Monsieur Qaz,” Dirk exclaimed, “While our American cousins have strived to exert their dominance over all aspects of life on Earth, I refuse to concede defeat on this point. You see, while chips can refer to thin slices of crispy, deep-fried potato as they will have you believe; in England, however, the word is used to describe a long, thin, deep-fried potato, as such,” he took a bite from the chip-in-hand to drive home the point, “Two entirely different things, I assure you, my good sir.”

[lvpnm-moved]

What bothers me so much is like. Yeah. Don’t make fun of his looks, example like specific features but like whyy does it always go so defensive when it’s the people effected by xyz’s action even dare to make a joke. Like a white person could and have probably made jokes about dream and they don’t get shit. A minority makes a joke and they get bombarded, it’s always always only caring about the people at the top and never ever people who have been hurt. And like sure, he’s changed probably a lot. But people were still hurt by his actions and he doesn’t need defending when he’s probably just fine with his friends. Like fuck offf. Idgaf about dream it’s not tmmy place really to decide how anyone feels about him. But repeated sympathy to him and others only given out when it’s people who have been hurt say something?? idk if this makes sense it’s just annoying and hypocritical. A minority who makes fun of dream is allowed to bc he’s fucking stupid and his actions will never go away from him and if he wants to actually change he has to suck it up and deal with it.

Anon idk how to tell u but shame him for his appearances wont actually help minorities.ur making criticism seem petty and fueled by unreasonable hate. like u have reasons to make fun of dream and hate him but its his actions not appearance. Ppl can't change how they naturally look ur just making fun of someone for something they have no control over, Literally just go after the vast numbers of bad shit he did that he DID have control over if you wanna take a proper blow at him

ur not actually talking abt the stuff he did or boosting their voices or helping us at all. like ur nor actually talking abt the numerous antiblavck stuff he did, ur ust being a dick and changing the conversation to "i should be allowed to call him uugly bc hes bad" instead of actually talking abt why and how hes bad and his actions

like ppl love to paint shit as ppl shit him for no reason hes a victim and are mean to him. and u go actually shit on him bc ???? he has a face????

focus on the stuff the actually matters that is the bigoted shit he did instead of of ignoring them and trying to change the focus of the conversation, just like his defenders do

[mcd-ms-rants]

here’s the second part!! thanks for waiting

STUFF I DIDNT LIKE ABOUT MYTSTREET SEASON 6 PART 2:-

• Irene decides to be a kind and benevolent goddess by conveniently ONLY reviving aaron (in s4) and aphmau (in s6). if she’s so kind why doesn’t she do anything about all the other innocent civilians who died??

• with the whole ‘mcd and mys are related’ theory I’m surprised and upset that laurance wasn’t included since he was a Shadow Knight

• OK WHAT ARE THE FIGHT SCENES. Kim gets slammed to the ground on her back and kicked to the edge and she can walk no problem. Zane gets thrown out a window several storeys down but he doesn’t even get a scratch. hello garroth literally yeeted him down like five floors he doesn’t even have a single wound from the glass. Garroth slashes at Zane and Zane acts like he’s got a paper cut. The cut is deep and near his heart but it’s no big deal because he can somehow still walk and talk normally. he doesn’t even cover it. none of these people have a single broken bone or even a sprain. YA WTF IS THIS EXPLAIN THIS TO ME APHMAU

• idk a single thing Irene said,,, she was super cryptic and because of that half the flashback scenes were just a giant question mark for me

• IM SORRY EIN AND APHMAU ARE HALF SIBLINGS?? *war flashbacks to pdh s2* DID SHE WRITE SCENES OF EIN AND APHMAU GETTING TOGETHER EVEN THO THEY WERE RELATED?? WTF?! THATS INC*ST THATS GROSS AS SHIT PLEASE STOP look this is the calmest I can be when talking about this.

• I’m convinced to this day that she made them siblings simply because she didn’t want einmau to replace aarmau but that’s just a theory a mystreet theory

• I miss Laurance and Dante :(

• FINALLY after like thirteen episodes we get to see the main antag. Surprise surprise it’s the demon warlock. wait didn’t mcd Travis kill this guy like 6000 years ago back in mcd s3?? How is he back

• no seriously how is he even alive

• the fight scene between the demon warlock and Aphmau is so anticlimactic. first they go to the Irene Dimension but when Aphmau gets back it’s only been a few minutes in the real world. What happened to the whole ‘one minute in the Irene Dimension is a year in the Overworld’ rule?? Why does it suddenly not apply. Also even tho it’s supposed to be Aphmau’s fight Aaron takes control like halfway through and finishes the fight from there which doesn’t sit right with me because it wasn’t supposed to be his fight in the first place

• what role do Zane and Lucinda play as relics if they fall under Michael’s control like thirty seconds after the fight starts. why did she need to have three relics in the first place if Aaron was just gonna do the whole thing in the end??

• HOW DOES EMMALYN SUDDENLY KNOW MAGIC?? Last we saw she was a scholar of Irene and not a magics user the two are very different things. also how is she so strong that she can restrain the demon warlock no sweat and we have no explanation for this??

• for a fight that had a buildup twelve episodes long I expected the fight to be longer and harder and more dramatic tbh. it was over in just a few minutes and I was sitting there like what?? Because there’s no way it was that short

• WHY IS AARON FORGIVEN FOR LITERAL MURDER THAT WAS A MASSACRE RIGHT THERE WHYY

TLDR: aphmau don’t get a werewolf bf please

[aristotels]

getting absolute whiplash from this. How do people see these things and then go like "um ur drawings are problematic :(" plsss be real get real this is literally such a non-issue and i follow some leftist blogs who talk abt it and i see them blogging abt this stupid fucking discourse and ppl bringing it up etc and im like this whole thing is a made up problem its not even real what the hell are we doing on the internet arguing w 16yo usamerican kids who decided a drawing of made up people is the biggest problem on the earth and actually WHY are we even pretending usamerican issues are ours as well and why are we all blogging in english and agreeing to play the usa ball, of the worst fucking country existing, why do we even think its important

how the hell does someone wake up and be like "dirty fictional ships are the real issue" and im writing all this to say that ohhhh gods the privilege of west to be able to be concerned w this absolute bullshit, west never cared about actual liberation and revolution, people on this shitty site are talking abt ship wars and fandoms instead of tangible fucking problems literally whoooooo caaareeees everyones a leftist until they are not i guess but if your idea of leftism is talking abt usamerican made up internet issues its shit fucking leftism. at least share some charity palestine posts since you like to call yourself a leftist-anarchist blog

idk dont mind me im rly drunk rn and also slipping into a psychotic episode but im just stumped seeing this shit on my dash cant yall lay off fandom wars for two days

and why the hell am i even engaged in that dumb fucking discourse??? the answer is oh i am a nsfw artist as well so usamerican kids sending me death threats for a whatever ship affects me as well but In Reality Why Do I Care there are actual problems in the world and i dont even have to go as far to palestine to be like "why am i even reading this stupid madeup fucking discourse" and look at the prices of food in my country and the blessed west and salaries and everything this whole fandom culture crap is Made Up whooo cares israel is preparing to comit a war crime of huge dimensions omff g why are you talking about jojo ships lets destroy all fandoms forever its the stupidest fuckinhg thing to exist ok bye i need to go touch my carpet bc its the only thing bringing me down from delusional episodes and also whatever whyy dnsjjdnd so much stupid discourse anyway carpet time bye

i see the palestine news and below it pro-shipping-whatever-shipping discourse and im like oh my gods yall are so fucking stupid who gives a shit abt fictional characters literally who cares get some real problems etc

[lost-khione]

Akiyasu’s Blunder

Setting: Akiyasu x Futaba in an established relationship, Aoi and Futaba have the same hair color (I know that they aren’t the same, but for the purpose of this story, they have the same hair color)

Summary: Futaba was waiting for Akiyasu at Raccord. Because of a little kid, Aoi’s hair became a tangled mess and then one thing led to another.

It’s been a while since Sae (my Aki stan friend) dropped the idea of Aki x Aoi. I promised her I’d write one but I would have to reread Aoi’s route to write the Aki x Aoi hidden route ( ¬ ‿¬)

She casually dropped the words Aki x Aoi again and my other friend, Cel, got to talking about how Aoi and Futaba must be twin sisters in an AU. It reminded me of my AU headcanon that in an AU where Aoi is a girl, they are besties.

It led me to an idea at first and I somehow ended up word vomiting the whole fic yesterday. This is not yet the Aki x Aoi hidden route but I’ll leave it to the your imagination to think what Aoi might have felt ( ¬ ‿¬)

Lastly, like I said, I word vomited this as in I literally typed this into my phone nonstop after the idea struck me so idk how substantive the plot was bc it kinda seemed to me that I just wanted to give life to my idea so I just went with whatever (ᗒ ᗨᗕ)

Word count: 536 words

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Futaba was at Raccord, sitting at a table with Aoi and Ginnojo. Unbeknownst to Aoi, some kid fiddled with his hair so it got tangled on one of the chairs behind them. Aoi couldn't stand up because of his hair so Futaba helped him undo his braid to free it.

With sparkles in her eyes Futaba asked Aoi, "Aoi let me brush your hair for you!"

"W-whh-whyy???" he blushed at Futaba's words.

"Why not? Your hair is so long it must be hard to brush it on your own. Let me do it!"

Aoi reluctantly nodded. Futaba proceeded to brush his long locks.

"You know, you two look similar with your backs turned," remarked Ginnojo.

"What are you saying? Are you also saying that I look like a girl?"

"That was not my intention. It's just that your hair colors are very similar that if you have your hair in the same style one might mistake both of you from one another by just looking at your back."

"But I feel like Aoi's hair is softer than mine," Futaba said. "Hey, Aoi, let me tie your hair in a ponytail and see if we really are that similar with our backs turned."

"Ehhh??"

"Come on, please?"

"Fine, do as you please."

"Ginnojo, what do you think?" Futaba asked as she and Aoi lined up side by side with their backs turned.

"You really look similar."

"Why are we even doing this?" complained Aoi.

"Oh, I know! I should match Aoi's braid sometime."

The door of Raccord opened and Nachi entered. 

"Hi, everyone. Woah, Aoi and Futaba's hair look so similar," Nachi said with his eyes wide open

"Not you too??"

"Anyway, Futaba, Dad has some urgent business and needs to go out right now. He received a message that one of his clients is moving soon and decided to pay them a visit."

"Oh, I'll go home now. Akyasu's not here yet. Can you guys tell him that I went home?"

"We'll tell him," Ginnojo agreed.

"Bye, Aoi! I'll ask you to teach me how to braid my hair next time!"

Aoi sighed in relief. "There they go."

"Aoi, one more serving please."

"Sure, sure."

As Aoi picked up the plates on the table, the bell rang signaling the entrance of another person. Before Aoi could say 'Welcome' he felt something warm behind him and arms snaked to wrap him.

"Futaba, it's been some time since we last saw each other"

The voice that he heard is none other than Akiyasu's.

His face went beet red in an instant while Ginnojo stared with wide eyes.

As if sensing the weird atmosphere, Akiyasu removed his arms from Aoi and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Wh-wh-wh-what are you doing?!" Aoi stuttered, hands clenched on the plates that he was holding.

Akiyasu was at a lost for words to find Aoi there instead of Futaba

"Futaba left a while ago to see her father off on urgent business," Ginnojo explained.

"Why is your hair like that?" Akiyasu asked with disbelief in his eyes.

"WHY? Ask Futaba yourself!"

Aoi stormed to the kitchen bringing with him the plates. Akiyasu was left dumbfounded while Ginnojo was thinking of how to explain the situation.

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

One day Keith is hella bored and looking through his and Lance's medicine cabinents and decides to put on a face mask of Lance's cause again. Boredom. And after a while Keith has felt itchiness on his face and warmth but didnt think much about it til Lance came home and went to go kiss his cheek and was like "holy shit- KEITH WHAT HAPPENED TO UR FACE" and keith is like what? and they go to the bathroom and keith is like wtf wtf and lance is like what did u do and he shows the face mask (1)

And Lance is shocked he even put one on but also looks over the ingredient list and realized keith prob had an allergic reaction to it and began to look for allergy meds and then he was like "whyy did u even put it on" and keith was like idk i was bored and wanted to be pretty and lance is like awh but u are, here lets take a nap. and let me tell u from personal experience, that is one hell of a good nap and i like to think that lance would cradle keith's pretty head in his sleep (2)

The last sentence got me like^^^^^^

[thedarkestlavender]

Ughh like I’m so on the fence about hijab bc the idea of being perceived as a woman no matter how I look just because of the scarf on my head makes me ✨ uncomfy ✨. I feel like it would have to be niqab or nothing; I wouldn’t want to be perceived at all if people just see *femail*. But like on the other hand there’s the whole wholesome act of worship that, knowing me, would probs improve my deen. Idk I think I probably just need space to dress how I want first and then decide if I want to “go back” to presenting fem. whyy does this have to be so cOmApLicaTeD

[khwabon-ka-jharoka]

NOW!

What is this feeling of sharing what you are feeling or thinking with someone you trust or like talking to and assume that you will feel lighter post doing it, maybe it does feel lighter, as in whenever what is inside is spoken and given attention, it gains focus and feels appreciated and it heals.

    But what about the burden you are adding on the other person's shoulder??? Of course they don't mind, they will listen to you and motivate you to take it all out .. but no lying when someone empties their feelings, it adds on or like passes on to the next. In some way or the other it does affect the person.

   Lately I have been thinking and feeling soooo much and feel like sharing it with my friends, but IDK why I want to share it??? Is it for some validation that omg I have been thinking so much and been so alert and I am messed up yet proud of myself for acknowledging the things??? Or its something that hey I have observed something important that ‘nothing is important’... then why are we even having this conversation?? What is thiss...???

Basically I am going through phases like whatever I feel or realise, at moments I want to share it with so much details and paint it exactly like the way I see it as (knowing that everyone perceives it differently) and next moment I feel whyyy...why do you want to tell it? To add burden??? Do you think before sharing that will this be helpful to the other person, will this contribute to something good to him or just add to the Chaos?  I understand when you speak up, you feel amazingg and light.

(But I am not god to know if it would benefit it to the person, doesn't it depend on him/her in what way she is observing it and how she will use it good or bad that's his decision right???)

Before I totally used to agree with the sharing concept, that you should to make you feel better and lighter..and that was all. But now that boundary has widen a bit ..( I really don't know if it's for the good or bad) widen in the sense I have observed that now I know when I am sharing something that matters or bothers me, I will feel so good and so grateful... But once out of me, where will those things go?? Upon the person spoken to..and how will it affect him? So then I think if it's really important or necessary to share that thing??? Won't it be a waste of time of the other person to carry that inside him/her or whom Will they transfer it to??

Because I know nothing is in this universe never dies, it only transforms!!!

 Ahhh!! Transforms... there it is that word, made me flip my mood from-ve to +ve about what I was writing...

         If you acknowledge one feeling, it changes in some time, then you acknowledge the change and it transforms into something else... How and whyy do you keep pace at this?? And so many constant changes, then you will keep sharing them, and the person is also going through constant changes inside/outside... So does it even make any sense???

Why do I feel That I have something worth understanding to say but all I am typing is just blah blah and confusion... But in reality it's no confusion...

     It's acknowledging and realising something in its truest form completely making sense and again realising that it changes and it's non sense.... Just let it go!!

Is that all life is?? Letting go???

Then why as humans are we thought or naturally get attached to things, people, feelings, etc....

EVER MEANINGFUL THING BECOMES MEANINGLESS SOONER OR LATER.

(IS THIS WHAT ITS ALWAYS BEEN)

in a way which means whatever we are hurting or anything we are going through, we are here to heal!! No matter what it is, we all are going to heal.. the world is healing.. and yes it's constant.. the change is called healing, and it's happening continuously... Complete healing is realising that nothing matter, this too shall pass.. and so whatever it is, you won't be hurt or wounded by anything.. because once you live and know it's going to change so why to worry..

For this the brain has to be washed off from each and every conditioning from birth.. we all have to unlearn toooooo many things to understand that it's  NOW or nothing!! Just LIVE NOW! What else do you have anyway??

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.And I am not able to decide if I should share this or no! 

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Oops too late!

 already shared.. So SHARING IS GOOD!

[jello-fello]

okay noq onto six shots of vodka and a can of hard cider but I wanted to talk abou this

I have mentioned how I liked hawks because hy’s known as the man whose ‘too fast for his own good’ and I casually remark that hey!!! tats me! 

what I mean by that is

I mentioned getting a scholarship and being able to get the fast routw to bein a police detective becayse they consider me super smart at what I do

it felt like mt future was being decided for me

I was hapy at first, until I realized I was being caged into a future that means I have limited freedoms

I don't want to be caged

I wass scarwd and I still am

when my chronic pain began I put everything on hold, including college untul It was figure out

because I couldn't focus on my work long enough because of it

when I say it feels like snakes in my spine Im not kidding at all. several times I lay awake at night wondering If I should just get it over with and sever my spinal cord already

aNYWAYS

I've started drawing and painting and writing to fill a void. I used to be in track and a weightlifter and now I can barely walk without severe pain (seriously , you have no idea the effort I put into making those yourube videos lmao. I don't mind, its fun)

they still expect me to be a police detective when a)idK if they’d accept me with my current healtg and b) now that I've started art and writing.... I kinda want to entertain people for a living. I wan to be SOME sort of artist

and even as I tell them, they all go ‘I thought you wantd to be a detective. look at all this hard work you've done for nothing’ ….. in 8th ggrade (also now we’re at 7 shots lmao)

its been years bt I fear ive been locked into  a future

that’s whyi lke hawks so much. I like to portray him as someone who’s scared he’s being pushed into a future he no longer wants. in reality he just wants freedom

who knows

maybe inm self projecting or something

feel free t ask me litwrally anything tho!