#SORRY FOR RAMBLING LIKE THIS IM A PARROT

[ponchizs]

as far as having an art-specific blog or having artists who reblog on the same blog with their art, I've never minded either way and also like when I get to kinda meet the artist by seeing their reblogs in the same place! the only fear I think is that you might have less notes on art, since for art-specific blogs i tend to better remember to actually check out their blogs and might even do some spam liking/reblogging!

Ohh that’s true. It’s definitely difficult to check other people’s art blog if they have many reblogs after their newest art, I hadn’t thought about it. Hmmm then probably it’s better to have a separated one but also reblog it here.

Having a link to this blog could probably work as well if they also want to see activity from me since I love reblogging stuff as well. Ahhh I think I’m inclining more towards a separated art blog. Thank you for your opinion ILY💕💕💕🥺

[averys-happy-space]

ok i know i already reblogged this but i was thinking abt shigeki on the ride home and i have Thoughts to share

like you said, shigeki didn't kill rei because it simply wasn't worth the effort. in his mind, he was probably thinking along the lines of:

a) rei is useless now (arm). which also means,

b) he is not going to join an enemy force, because he cant and doesnt want to

c) he is not going to go to the police because 1. he said himself darkness will always exist, meaning he is unlikely to chase justice and 2. he has been too far wrapped up in this bad business and would end up in jail too, even if it was a lighter sentence, which would be bad for miri. so he isn't going to the police, and neither is kazuki

d) killing rei means cleaning up. which is very annoying when all your henchmen are currently extremely dead.

like... yes, i think there is an argument to be made about shigeki also experiencing the cycle of abuse from his own father. but that abuse doesn't justify his actions, nor does it mean he deserves any sympathy. rei was abused, and he very clearly didn't turn out to be an abuser. in fact, the main difference between shigeki and rei is that rei chose to break that cycle and change, whereas shigeki continues to perpetuate the cycle and refuses to change. and at this point, shigeki has become so completely detached from all kinds of emotion that he only thinks in a purely logical way. hence why he didn't kill rei: rei poses no risk and the process of killing him would simply be wasted energy. the more concerning issue to him would be about finding a new successor, since the two top contenders (ogino and satoru, rei's mentor) are kinda dead

I think that thinking that Shigeki loved Rei because he hesitated to kill him is insane. just two seconds ago he was fully willing to kill Rei and wasn't able to only because Rei was faster. the entire point of Rei shooting himself is making himself disabled because he knew that if he still had any worth, any value to the organization, Shigeki would hunt him and his family down and kill them and maybe even him. but if he was "worthless" to the organization as he put it, then his father would have no reason to go after him. Shigeki didn't kill him because it wasn't worth the effort, not out of love.

also crazy that hesitating to kill your son that you've abused for years is a show of "love", like, I'd think that the abuse and even trying to kill him to start with would negate the fact that he decided to not kill him at the end.

[kvroomi]

May i request megumi headcanons or drabble about him having a pet shop? Have a nice day

in good company

author note: I DIDNT REALISE I HAD THIS SITTING IN MY INBOX IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO GET AROUND TO!! this started becoming a little too self indulgent but i hope you enjoy it anyways! :)

☆ pairing: petshopowner! megumi x fem!customer! reader

☆ word count: ~1.6k (got carried away,, whoops!)

Megumi believes he's lost 10 years of his life span since beginning this shift.

The entire place is bustling; voices are overlapping and the faint music he plays every morning over the speakers can no longer be heard as more customers pile in. Suffering from the worst migraine, Megumi thinks he can feel himself begin to grow two heads as he tries to simultaneously watch over the two young children playing around with the newly rescued cat and the old lady who’s poking her finger inside the cage of parrots. He notices her scolding them for being too loud and he lets out a deep sigh as she grows even angrier when they spit her complaints back verbatim, mockingly.

The "NO YELLING" sign attached to the cage that’s only inches from the old woman's face (who ironically is currently yelling), is written in glaring red marker. It stares back at him and for a second he thinks that if it grew a face and some arms, it'd start pointing and laughing at him. The boy’s hand drags down his face as he groans at the thought.

To anyone else, they'd think the sign was written to warn the customers not to disturb the birds. But Megumi knows he wrote it for the parrots, sternly telling them to "keep it down," as he taped the sign onto the cage.

He knows they can't read and deep down he knows they don't even understand half of what he mutters to them—but if parrots could talk and respond to even just some of his conversation, then what was stopping them from learning how to read and comprehend a single set of instructions?

He walks over to the old woman, placing a warm hand on her back and guiding her away from the squawking parrots. Once her back is turned, Megumi sends them all a dirty look: a silent message that says he'll be giving them a lecture once everyone is gone.

Bringing her up to the counter and rambling about how “the birds have been in a mood today”, he offers her a 10% discount for pet food with her next visit. She laughs as he hands her the coupon and tells him “[she'd] love to have a sweet boy like him, come over to cat-sit for [her] while [she's] away”.

Megumi smiles and tells her she's welcome to come by any time and help him schedule it, all whilst ushering her out of the store. He desperately needs one less customer to worry about.

As he shuts the door, waving goodbye to her from afar, he mentally curses out Yuuji for calling in sick at the last minute. He'll have to stop by and bring him some soup to make sure he's alive.

The thought of food reminds Megumi that the animals must be hungry. Glancing up at the time, the boy takes note of his lunch break in the next 10 minutes.

He walks around the store, informing everyone that the shop will be closing soon for the next half hour.

The place is filled with warm and friendly smiles; gentle biddings of farewell fill the air. Despite the comforting atmosphere, Megumi has to hold back from grimacing through each entire interaction from how awfully his feet ache.

Thankfully and slowly, he watches as people collect their belongings. He listens patiently for the ring of the bell above the door.

There are still a handful of customers wandering around and collecting last-minute items so he watches from the counter—waiting. Shaking out his arms, he moves to crane his neck over on either side, pausing once he feels the familiar popping sensation of his muscles relaxing.

It’s sudden, and his stretching is halted when he notices. His arms have stopped high in the air. His heart plunges and it’s an immediate swell of anxiety that consumes him.

2 ferrets: Rose and Violet–both of whom are starkly distinct in colour when in comparison to their third companion who is banded with brown fur accompanying their own completely white appearance.

This also happens to be the same third companion missing from the cage. The black-haired boy winces and a deep line forms across his eyebrows—his face hauled into a tight scowl.

Always trust Lily to be wandering off on her own in the worst circumstances.

After spending the entire morning brisk on his feet and repeating the same "how to care for your new pet" conversation over and over again, Megumi was starting to think that closing the shop a couple of hours early and dealing with getting into trouble would be worth it.

How many more times will he have to clarify that, “No, these fish can not survive in a fishbowl,” or that “No, you will not find any pets here that don’t require any effort.” The three hours of sleep he had been functioning off of was ultimately starting to deplete and now on top of everything, he had an escape-artist-ferret he needed to locate.

Oh, the pleasures of working in a pet shop.

Imagine his surprise when he's hauled from his thoughts by the hasty clatter of cans and a foreign shriek, rushing over to the pet food aisle to discover you—frozen in place with Lily attached to the bottom of your pants, looking incredibly pleased with herself.

All prior apprehensions about whether or not Megumi was going to make it out of the shift alive had instantly vanished, and he found himself standing clueless in the middle of the aisle. He’s uncertain of how to approach you because ‘holy shit’, you were just so pretty.

Had you been in the shop the entire time?

All you planned to do today was drop by your local pet store and pick up a couple of packs of treats for your cat Winston. What you didn’t plan to do, was get jumped by a brown and white ferret that flew straight for your face while reaching for a can of cat food.

A soft “ahem” entices you to turn around.

It's brief, but you lock eyes with his own and Megumi swears he can feel his legs buckle from underneath him. He reminds himself that he’s probably just exhausted, shoving down any other ideas that it could be because of you.

“I’m so sorry about her.”

He’s the first to speak, and though his voice may have cracked mid-sentence and he can feel how coarse his throat is getting from the nerves—Megumi hopes that the gentle smile he offers is enough to distract you from it.

And it is, because currently all your thoughts are occupied with how you believe his smile alone could heal every bad day you’ve ever had in this lifetime. You want to tattoo the inside of your eyelids with a picture of his smile, just so you could see it even with your eyes closed and in your dreams. But you couldn’t possibly say that to him, so you settle for the next best line of dialogue.

“I didn’t realise I was a hit with the ferrets.”

Your comment makes Megumi laugh, and he thinks it’s his first, honest laugh since he started work this morning.

“She’s usually quite picky.”

He’s closer now, and your eyes watch as he squats down. His hands are soft and gentle as he attempts to guide Lily off your pants and into his open palms.

Your gaze wanders and you take note of his many rough calluses and lingering scratches that line his fingers, evidence of the hard work and pieces of him that are so beautifully human. Your voice catches in your throat, desperate to uncover the many anecdotes he holds—desperate for your own piece of his humanness. It’s the second time that you are forced to say something else on your mind.

“It seems she’s quite persistent too.”

Megumi lets his eyes trail upwards with a soft chuckle as the small ferret climbs up your leg and then your back, choosing to nestle herself in the deep crevice of the side of your neck. Even though you know Megumi is probably more concentrated on the ferret than what you looked like in the current second, you can’t help the anxious thoughts that run rapidly though your head when you notice his vision follow along the edges of your face.

Did you put on enough lip balm today? Your lips weren’t dry right now were they?

It took a lot of mental strength to not unconsciously bring your hand up to check your lips. Instead, you chose to purse them tightly to hide the awkward smile developing at Megumi’s next sentence.

“I’d go as far as to say she has good taste.”

And that’s when you can feel your breath stop. The isle feels constricting and hot, and the sudden appearance of sweat in your palms makes your mouth feel dry.

His tall figure is standing back up and moving towards the cans that were knocked over seconds earlier—tender hands aiding them to stand back up. He was avoiding eye contact.

Your silence makes Megumi’s stomach churn uncomfortably and he’s already turning his head around, mouth halfway open and ready to apologise when you let out a louder-than-intended and impulsive “thank you.”

It’s cute how bashful you both are, faces avoiding one another and warm smiles yearning to be exchanged.

It’s you who decides to break the pause in the moment. Though upon realising what you had just said, it almost sends you into a psychosis on the spot.

“I guess her and I have that in common.”

This time, it’s Megumi whose gaze snaps towards yours in an instant, a bright grin decorating his face alongside a soft pink hue that was slowly forming across his cheeks.

He thinks he may have just gained back the 10 years he lost earlier.

AUTHOR NOTE: just a little something to keep you all at bay while i work on ‘right person, wrong address’ enjoy! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

all reblogs and likes are appreciated :)

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[nevadancitizen]

do you think you could write something where könig and/or ghost (separate) were nearby or watched reader try to participate in a conversation but constantly got ignored or talked over to the point where they just kinda go silent and walk away? they end up comforting the reader and just trying to be a shoulder to cry on while they talk about their frustrations because this is something that always happens to them <\3

it doesn’t have to be too long and you don’t have to worry about getting to this request too quickly!! thank u for reading anyways :3

-> THE SOCIAL WEAK LINK

synopsis: rookies and debriefings are pains in both you and ghost's asses. rich people fail the turing test while interacting with you and könig.

word count: 2.2k (~1.1k each)

characters: ghost, könig, awkward! reader (lol)

notes: (rings dinner bell) hey friend.. this req has been sitting since september.. im so sorry (ಥ﹏ಥ)

-> GHOST:

Debriefings were always boring. Everyone was tired, sweaty, and just wanted a cold shower and a warm bed. But what else encompasses the military so eloquently except unnecessary misery?

And to add to the misery, some rookies had tagged along to the mission. “On-the-job training,” Price had prattled off as he read the mission statement. He had given you and the rest of the 141 an exaggerated look that screamed If these rookies compromise the mission I’m going to tear the Lieutenant Colonel a new one.

The rookies (with callsigns Quest and Cable) were nice enough. They weren’t given the opportunity to burn off their energy on the mission like the 141 – they’d stayed behind as backup while the 141 went in to deal with the bad guys. As a consequence, now they’re in the debriefing room, chattering away like parrots.

Ghost could fall asleep in the chair he was in, if Cable and Quest were a little quieter. He looks at the next spinny chair over, where you’re sitting. You’ve got your knees tucked to your chin and are silently tracing the patterns in the wood table with a fingernail. Every now and again, you glance at the rookies, but ultimately turn your eyes away.

You were always just a bit too awkward to fit in with the rest of the military. Either too quiet or too loud; you rambled too often and your voice cracked when you did. You slipped through the cracks, into the quiet background with Laswell and Shepherd. You’re one of the powerful hands that move the pieces on the chessboard, but not a well-recognized one. Well-recognized within the 141, yes, but not on a wider scale. 

Ghost can tell how you’re feeling by the obvious emotion on your face. It’s yearning – an emotion Ghost knows well.

His eyes sweep the rest of the table. Gaz is fucking around on his phone, probably making a new Pinterest board, while Soap leans over his shoulder and watches him. Price is in another room, talking to someone important. Ghost couldn’t really bring himself to care about who. 

The entire room is bogged down with an unmistakable tiredness that goes right over Quest and Cable’s heads. Really, the only sound in the room is their voices and, intermittently, yours as you try to inject yourself into their conversation. Each attempt is met with pursed lips that barely count as smiles and something along the lines of “Yeah. Anyway…”

Eventually, Price pops in, leaning his head on the doorframe. The brim of his hat crinkles and his nose wrinkles up in disdain. He sighs. “Everyone out. Lieutenant Colonel wants this meeting room for herself. We’ll debrief later.”

Quest and Cable pop up like excited teenagers and head for the door, continuing to talk. “I’m soooo goddamn hungry. Hopefully the mess hall has something good…”

“Hey!” You practically jump from your chair, your eyes on the rookies. “Um, I heard that they just restocked the vending machines? Do you wanna maybe chick – I mean, check – them out with me? They’re just down the hall.”

They both tense, and Quest looks over their shoulder. They smile awkwardly and exchange a look with Cable. “Uh… maybe another time?”

You visibly deflate and rock back on your heels. “Yeah, totally. See you later.”

They both nod tersely and exit. You take a deep breath and let out a long sigh. You sit back in the spinny chair and it wheels backwards from the force.

Gaz shuts his phone off and groans while Soap sucks air through his teeth. 

“Not your best effort,” Gaz says. 

“I know,” you say. 

“Maybe you’re not just compatible with rookies?” Soap tries.

You roll your head back against the back of the chair and stare at the ceiling. “I know.” 

You sink further into the chair, then stand. “Whatever. Let’s clear out. Price will have our heads if we don’t.”

Ghost tails you out the door. You don’t acknowledge him, but you know he’s there (even if his footsteps are extraordinarily light for a man of his stature). 

“Pompous pricks, ay?” Ghost says. 

You stick your hands in your pockets, hiking your shoulders up by your ears. “Wish they were a little more personable. Wish I was a little more personable.”

“Why, you’re plenty personable.” Ghost laughs gruffly at his own joke as he nudges your shoulder with his. 

“Asking to go ‘chick out’ the vending machines is a personable interaction?” You relax your arms and knock your elbow against Ghost’s. 

“I thought it was funny,” Ghost says. “Even if it was just a slip-up.”

You sigh, but keep up with Ghost as he walks. “If it was funny, then why didn’t they laugh?”

Ghost thinks for a second. “Maybe they just don’t have a sense of humor?”

“You don’t have a sense of humor,” you jab.

Ghost scoffs. “Of course I do.”

“Then make me laugh,” you say. “Make me laugh right now.”

Ghost breathes in and exhales slowly through the fabric of his mask. “Well… do you know why the Cold War was called the Cold War?”

“The supernations fought using proxy wars,” you say. “America and the USSR never really went head-to-head.”

Ghost sighs pointedly. “Yes,” he says, “but also because of the icy-BMs.”

“The what?”

“The Cold War?” Ghost repeats. “Icy?”

“ICBM stands for Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles.” You stop midstep, looking at Ghost with a disbelieving smile. “Ghost, don’t tell me you don’t know what ICBM stands for?”

“No, it –” Ghost sighs. “Icy sounds like IC? Icy-BMs?”

You burst out laughing, waving Ghost away like he was some form of stupid. “Ghost, seriously? You don’t – oh my God!”

“I’m not a fucking knob, I know what…” 

Ghost can’t bring himself to correct you as he watches you laugh like that. It’s a bit too loud and there’s a snort in there somewhere, but it rings true and warms Ghost’s heart. He doesn’t mind being seen as dumb for a minute if you’re able to warm his heart with a sound as nice as that. 

-> KöNIG: 

König nearly always hates going undercover. 

More often than not, the higher-ups stick him in some ill-tailored enemy armor and send him in with nothing but a less-than-encouraging slap on the ass. They know he’ll make it out alive.

On this mission, he feels a little more comfortable. It’s more than obvious you’re not. 

You and König are camped out on the edge of a ballroom, sitting together at a small table. You’re dressed in a fancy outfit that just screams decadence, and it fits your role well – the adult child of some rich, cigar-chomping tech baron. König is playing the role of your bodyguard, dressed down from his usual military garb in a plain black suit (with kevlar padding) and a balaclava.

You cross one leg over the other at the knee and look down at your flute of champagne as you swirl it. The bubbles rise to the surface and pop as the pale liquid settles. 

“I hate this,” you say under your breath, just loud enough for König to hear. 

He nods along, but straightens up when a small group of people approach the table. There’s an older woman, a middle-aged man, and a girl, maybe fifteen. 

“Hi, sweetheart!” An older woman croons at you. “You’re Bohumil Silvester’s youngest, right?”

“Oh!” You sit up straighter and put the champagne flute on the table. “Yes, I am. And, um – and who might you be?”

“I’m Laila Matthews.” Laila checks over her shoulder at the people accompanying her. “This is my daughter, Adine, and this is my husband, Keaton.”

“It’s so nice to meet you!” You smile politely, but König can scope out of the corner of his eye that you’re gripping a bit of the fabric of your too-fancy outfit like you’re meaning to rip it off. You spout your fake name to Laila with a cheeky “But you know that already, right, ma’am?”

Laila is utterly delighted with your carefully constructed persona. She throws her head back and laughs, one hand on her chest and the other finding Keaton’s shoulder. “Oh, Lord. Aren’t you just your father’s child?”

You nod and, once again, smile politely while exchanging side-eye glances with König. He’s just as confused as you are. 

As soon as Laila recovers, she’s talking again. She gestures vaguely in König’s direction. “And who is this? Security, for this casual meeting?”

“Uh, yes, ma’am,” you say. “You can never be too careful these days, with all the laws about concealed carry and everything.”

“Well, I’m 57, and I’ve only had security for a few occasions,” Laila says. 

“You’re 57?” You bark, a little too loud. You can feel a few heads turn your way and Laila’s stare turns withering. König’s shoulders shake as he coughs into his fist.

“I mean, um, you’re 57?” You try again, quieter. “Because you don’t look it. Like, at all. Ma’am.”

Laila’s tone is flat when she speaks. “Right.”

“I meant, um, you look younger? Uh, anyway.” You smile nervously, then pick up your champagne flute and take a sip. “I love your family’s outfits! And the, uh, the way they match.”

Keaton leans in and grabs a hold of Laila’s shoulder. He gets up on his toes to whisper something in Laila’s ear. It’s hard to hear over the ambient noise of the ballroom. Laila nods and Keaton continues to whisper.

“Um, Laila? Mrs. Matthews?” You try to get her attention, to no avail. She keeps nodding to Keaton’s words like you’re not even there.

You stand and turn to Adine. “Adine, right? Tell your mother it was nice speaking to her.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Adine nods absently, her eyes somewhere else on the ballroom floor. 

You toss the rest of the champagne in the flute down like it’s a shot and stand from the table. You make eye contact with König and nod towards the French doors that lead towards the balcony. 

People don’t notice as you and König step out. The sky is clear, yet the night is still young enough to be starless. 

“Christ, I hate rich people,” you mutter under your breath. 

König moves and leans his back against the wrought iron of the railing. His eyes sweep across the small area, then he nods. “Yes. That interaction was less than pleasant.”

You lean against the railing next to him. “Why was she even talking to me? And what did she mean, ‘Aren’t you just your father’s child?’ Like, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I am… not sure,” König says. “Maybe it’s part of rich people code?”

“Yeah, maybe.” You huff out a laugh, then sigh. “I really wasn’t the best pick for this mission.”

“What do you mean?” König asks. “You are perfectly capable of fighting.”

“No, the, like…” you sigh again. “The talking part? I’m not fit for that. Never been a good conversationalist, never will be.”

“You are conversing with me right now, no?” König gestures between you and him. “This is a conversation. You are doing fine.”

“Yes, but…” you trail off. “You saw me. I shouted her age out in front of everyone.”

König hums. “To be fair, it was a bit of a shock.”

You glance up at him and laugh, a pretty smile gracing your features. “Shut up.”

“But it was!” König insists. The fabric of his balaclava puffs out as he laughs. “I had to cough to cover up my laugh. I nearly had to excuse myself.”

“Yeah, sure.” You shove his shoulder half-heartedly as you turn and look out over the railing, at the courtyard. König follows your gaze.

The courtyard is illuminated by ambient lamps. Paths are laid with bricks, with neatly trimmed grass in between each one. Exotic plants from every corner of the globe line the pathways, some of their flowers closed for the night. A fountain is in the middle, with water spouting out of the trumpet of a cherub statue. A few people surround the fountain, talking quietly with drinks in their hands in the low light. 

You lean close to König and point at one of the people – a man in a navy suit. “That’s the target. Mister T. Kilgore.”

“So he is,” König says. He pats under his armpit, checking his sidearm. “We need to get moving. I do not like the way Laila’s husband was talking to her. Suspicious.”

You nod and send König a small smile. “We’re still going with the plan, right? I’m going in and playing drunk?”

“Of course.” König mirrors your smile even though you can’t see it. “Besides, it’ll give you an opportunity to practice your conversation skills.”

You scoff, but you’re still smiling. “Yeah, if I’m planning on interacting with everybody as a drunk idiot for the rest of my life.”

“I’m serious!” König insists. “More likely than not, you’ll never see these people again.”

A beat of silence.

“You’re right.” You knock your elbow against König’s. “Let’s give them a show.”

[silvers-not-home]

my lame fucking autistic rambling

here's my massive stupid autistic rant about life series characters and my head canons for them

literally everything i'm thinking about is going on here im not even processing it im just typing sorry for any typos there will be many😭

this is also for my two (2) mutuals who i care for very deeply kiss kiss hug hug <3 /p /gen

okay it's the morning so i'm gonna continue this thumbs up emoji

starting off strong with mr grian minecraft himself (oh wow what a surprise /s)

he tried piercing his own nose in highschool. like. he was THE teenage dirtbag. sneaking out, drinking, smoking, shitty garage band that got nowhere (yes the bad boys was a garage band you c ant change my mind), mcr, pierce the veil, paramore, sexuality and gender crisis, "i know a guy", shoplifting, skipping class, you name it be probably did it with jimmy and joel during freshmen-sophomore year

pearl is his sister, jimmy and lizzie are his cousins (older cousins i should specify. him and pearl are twins but she's the older twin) and they went to the same high school. he met joel through lizzie and jimmy and joel and grian all clicked instantly

joel would stay at jimmy and grians place so much to the point it was like a second home to him and they would all hang out in the basement. joel stayed with his grandparents and helped them out a lot but they passed while he was in his bad boys phase and so he just stayed at grians place a whole lot during his depression (don't worry he's fine now just a little fucked up but they all are)

grian and pearls parents were kinda really shitty (yes i'm also counting yhs lore fuck uou) his whole life and so they got taken by cps and they lived with jimmy and lizzie's parents. and they were much better until he went to japan and all that shit happened (iykyk)

sam made him really realize that like. "oh my fucking god i'm gay. and it's for a damn sociopath. fuck." (that's like half canon)

he and taurtis DID hook up every tuesday thumbs up emoji

his wings didn't start growing in until AFTER senior year (so post japan/yhs incident)

the yhs holds a ceremony thingy for all the people that passed during all that shit and he goes every year and still has rowens glasses and ran into taurtis one year and it was awkward as HELLL but like. it wasn't an awful experience neither of them knew what to say. especially taurtks is bc by then grians wings had already fully grown in and his ass DID NOT recognize him💀

oh yeah also the four of the cousins are all winged animals so grians a parrot, pearl is a moth but like she's one of the super fluffy one (i forgot what they're called), jimmy is a canary (for obvious reasons), and lizzie is a flamingo because. fuck it (also half canary too it's from their mom) but she doesn't have as many features as the others

they all grow feathers (except for pearl) when they're stressed or feel a heightened emotion and have the little winged ears. they still do have actual ears but they grew in behind they're human ears and pearl has the little antennae things on top of her head. lizzie's kind of blends into her hair since yk. pink on pink and they're more folded then fanned out(?) if that makes sense?😭

jimmy was an early bloomer while grian was a late bloomer (i'm talking about wing/feather wise)

also some little sexuality/gender headcanons those are always fun :3

grians definitely trans masc and mlm (he/him anything else gives him dysphoria)

jimmy is THE bisexual demiboy icon (he/they)

lizzie is also bisexual (she/they)

pearl is a NONBINARY LESBIANNNN SHOUT OHT YO ALL MY NONBINARY LESBIANS WOOOO (she also uses any pronouns that would be considered feminine/androgynous or basically just. anything other then he/him/anything masculine)

mumbo is ace and omni (they/he)

scar is pan and a demiboy (all pronouns. like seriously he's collecting them like pokémon cards)

tango is bi and TRANSMASC WOOOO SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY TRANSMASC PEOPLE OUT THERE (he/they/flame)

martyn is transmasc and unlabeled. he doesn't want one/or thinks any is fit for him but is on the aspec (he/him)

scott is just. gay. goddamn fa- (he/him)

also just thought abt something grian jimmy and joel all had matching (infected and now faded) stick and poke tattoos that read "bad boys, today, tomorrow and yesterday" but that last part is faded completely since they ran out of pen ink halfway through and jimmys mom came home and they didn't wanna get in trouble (also yes their tattoos are in the same spot as each others it's on the right side of their chest) and let me TELL YOU. lizzie makes fun of joel TO THIS DAY about that tattoo and she likes to trace the words with her finger sometimes when they're cuddling, humming their old songs (he hates it but she still thinks it's absolutely adorable)

grian and mumbo are middle school best friends and he knows everything that happened to grian when he was in japan

grian, scar and mumbo all went to the same high school and mumbo and scar tried making a baking club called (you're never gonna believe this) the buttercups but grian was supposedly "too cool for that fairy shit" but would hang out during lunch with them and go to the meetings and help buy the ingredients and also help bake with them for extra credit and so would jimmy and joel. for extra credit of course

tango, mumbo and impulse were all in the computer club and coding club in highschool. doc was their teacher and cub was the senior teachers assistant trying to get early college credit

jimmy had the FATTEST crush on tango while they were in high school (yes they all went to the same highschool shut up) and tried impressing him by "making" a robot (mumbo made it and gave him the remote and told him to push two single buttons) and he pushed them in the wrong order and it short circuited and it almost exploded. he got suspended for a month and the only reason he didn't get expelled was because tango said it was his and it was a project. he complemented "jimmys" robot and said it had nice coding and a bunch of other nerd /aff terms that didn't make ANY sense to jimmy (that was his way of confessing but jimmys too stupid /aff to understand it at the moment so tango thought he didn't like him back) and when jimmy was talking to grian and joel about it they were yelling at him about how "JIMMY YOU IDIOT HE LIKES YOU BACK" and "WHAT'D YOU SAY? YOU SAID YOU LIKED HIM TOO RIGHT?" to which he (of course) responded with

"NO?? I DONT SPEAK NERD JOEL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW??"

also tango wears a feather jimmy gave to him as an earring and has kept that earring since they started going out which was like sophomore year or smth like that

they also had an exact conversation to joel before lizzie asked him out (and she also proposed too fight me)

i can go on for HOURS about those three but i'm gonna a do stuff about martyn now because. omg. he drives me CRAZY

also just realizing how most of these are just high school head canons. sorry (no i'm not)

everyone in school always thought that the bad boys were the mean bullies bc they wore leather jackets and studs and cuffs and blah blah blah but in reality they were just the dorky, socially anxious losers that were loud in class because they all adhd. not because they were asshole

martyn and scott were the ones you had to worry about (mostly scott actually but martyn would be a passive aggressive bully)

those little twits had an actual burn book. martyn. the almost loser that pierced his own ears, causing them to get infected but refused to take them out because he wanted to match with his fellow mean gill and wore anime shirts to sleep and doc martins (only because they had his name in it dont praise him he was a loser /aff) wrote "annoying dorks" in the burn book page dedicated to the bad boys. he had NO ROOM to talk and i find that hilarious bc him and jimmy were actually really close and he ate the page. yes. he ate the page in front of scott's face after an argument to prove a point and scott has never respected another person more in his life

i also felt like it was important that martyn and scott got voted prom king and queen

martyn LOVES necklaces, rings, bracelets. he has a matching necklace and/or bracelet with all his four (4) friends that consisted of scott and the bad boys. he still has them as an adult and holds onto the charm when he misses them which is all the time (i love martyn angst evil laugh)

ykw fuck it he still wears the necklaces and tucks them under his shirt, he asked everyone else if they still had theirs and it either broke or they lost it

EVERYOEN EXCEPT FOR JIMMY BC THEY WERE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS AND HE WEARS IT UNDER HIS SHIRT TOO FUCK YOU I LOVE THEM

and for anyone curious it was a dog bone that is split in half and it like one of those magnetic necklaces that you have to get uncomfortably close to eachother for it to work

okay that's enough for tonight bc i have things i need to do tomorrow and thumbs hurt and it threw in the morning and i've been typing for over an hour straight good night cleveland *proceeds to stay online for another hour*

[fujii-draws]

Hello hi it’s asimplearchivist again (I mixed up my main when I created my account just fyi) and I am having more thoughts about Dusknoir

Do you think that when he first came to the past from the future that he had a hard time measuring his strength? Having to rely on his strength and abilities to protect himself and to do Dialga’s bidding would mean he wouldn’t have ever had any reason to practice being gentle, right?

So what if the first few months of having to play the part of the gentleman and kindly explorer, shaking hands and interacting with others (picking them up when saving them, etc), he realizes how brusquely he touches them? Enough times if someone saying his grip is a little tight or he jostled them too much and such makes him realize he can’t just go full throttle because he’s a fully evolved and experienced and powerful Pokémon, these civilians don’t know what it means to survive in a wasteland where virtually everything is out to get you

…so, to conclude, how much gentleness does he learn by dealing with the hero and partner? I’m thinking of your riding on the shoulder and him carrying them around examples specifically but does he ever catch himself being harsh and they don’t even realize why (“haha, you’re crushing me! you don’t have to hold me so tight, you know, it won’t hurt me if I fall just from here!”) and he stops in dawning horror realizing that one day he’s going to have to hurt them in the end?

then he has to learn to be gentle all over again when he and the others return from the future—even more gentle and slow and careful this time—because now they’re afraid of him, knowing just how strong he is and exactly what he’s capable of doing to them?

now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go sob in the corner, goodbye👋🏻🥹

(this was mainly inspired by the comic of aimilios trying to trust him again when he’s hurt but still being terrified and dusknoir just h u r t i n g bc he knows it’s fully justified…crying in the club rn)

also I was curious how Dusknoir reacts when they evolve? is he bursting at the seems with pride at watching them “grow up” or is it more of a somber affair with him feeling relief that they’ll be able to defend themselves better against bigger, stronger pokemon (like himself) who would try to hurt them?

Sorry for the rambling, I just have a lot of feels about this big softy and I wanted to share them!😊

Op… your mind… is SO POWERFUL.

THE IDEA?? OF DUSKNOIR KNOWING NOTHING BUT DO-OR-DIE SITUATIONS IN THE FUTURE; ONLY SERVING AS A WEAPON FOR PRIMAL DIALGA TO USE… To then having to learn how to be gentle..? Of course, to fulfill the “humble and kind explorer” facade… but mainly achieving it because of Hero and Partner.

…AND HIM SEEING HOW THEY GET SLIGHTLY HURT BY HIM WHEN HE’S NOT EVEN TRYING. A SMALL PART OF HIM JUST DREADS HOW THEY’LL FARE AGAINST HIM AT HIS BEST.

AND ON TOP OF THAT?? HIM HAVING TO RELEARN IT ALL *OVER AGAIN??* AND HAVING TO ACTUALLY WORK TWICE AS HARD BECAUSE HE BROKE THEIR TRUST ONCE ALREADY????? I KNOW IM PARROTING YOUR WORDS BUT OHHHH MY GOD. IM INSANE. IM INSANE.

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[For me, I’ve personally headcannoned it as Dusknoir being aware of his own strength. He always calculates how gentle he should treat a certain Pokémon. So he ends up having to hold back a LOT. And no one notices.]

[…Expect for Ribbon’s and Aimilios, that is.]

[They always see the slight worry mixed with concentration in Dusknoir’s expression as he gauges just how much pressure he can use when handling them. And the two always thank him for doing so.]

[In which, Dusknoir assures them that it’s nothing. It’s not like he actually cares. He’s just doing it to gain their trust more. Nevermind the fact he reminds those two to be careful. Or come to him if they sustain any really bad injuries. Or how he’s extra gentle with them specifically. It’s nothing.]

(…Is this setup for them recognizing him holding back during his fight? Is it angst potential for when those two realize just how easily Dusknoir could’ve offed them all those times they were alone with him..? >:3 maybe.)

[sophieinwonderland]

im confused about personal plurality, feel free to ignore. for a while now ive wanted imaginary friends (although they are all characters in media) out of- i guess- lonliness? not the best reason, i know, but its lead me down a rabbit hole of researching plurality and whatnot. i know i dont have alters or switches or anything, if i try to call out unprompted i get no response. for some reason im so fixated and almost really wishing i had alters to talk to and experience things with, but i dont. the closest i can get to that is imaginary friends, but they feel puppeted, for lack of better words, and arent autonomous. i really want to make myself belief they are, and in a way i think they want to as well, but i have a feeling thats my brain telling me that, aka not an indication of anything.

if talking about my experiences help at all, for a while i went through a process of mimicking systems, aka having the imaginary friends speak to me in thoughts, but it was all voluntary and scripted. a while later i tried a different method of mentally visualizing these imaginary friends in the same room as me, and sometimes theyd "share" my body, and id pretty much only be the one in control, and theyd just talk to me. again, its not switching or anything, i dont have sudden memory gaps, although my memory of stuff is consistently foggy, ranging from earlier that day to multiple years ago- kinda maybe about a 35% chance ill forget something every time, and the number climbs the longer its been.

with the imaginary friends themselves, its a rough explaination. again, they come from any fictional media i fixate on, but my fixations change nearly weekly, so its never consistent with who it is. i am a copinglinker who links witb these fixations as well, so its a 50/50 of if i want to personally identify as the character, or if they are an imaginary friend. again, conversation is prompted and feels very short, because i think in the back of my mind i know im directing the entire conversation, instead of talking to a seperate person. i want to believe so bad the conversations and opinions are real, but i dont think they are. whenever i ask them if they think theyre autonomous, its either "i dont know" to "yeah, why?" but i feel those answers are fabricated to. i dont know, maybe i just sort through thoughts through characters.

sorry, im rambling. i dont know if this is the right place to go, ans im genuinely hoping none of this is offensive. again, im 99.9% sure im not plural, but i feel /something/ in the back of my mind if i focus hard enough, but then again, it might be confirmation bias or something, i donr know.

if you have any thoughts or advice, please share. this has been plaguing me for nearly a year now and im not sure what to do with the information or how to interpret it. thank you.

Are your imaginary friends actually puppeted, or do they just feel puppeted? Because these aren't the same things.

In tulpamancy, there exists what's known as parroting, where you consciously talk for your tulpa and control their speech. Conversely, there's parrotnoia. This is the fear that you're controlling your headmate even when you aren't.

But if you aren't consciously doing it, it's not parroting.

If you haven't yet, you should check out my article on how to know if your imaginary friend is sentient:

I'll also add that switches feel differently for different systems. For us, it's often like something external is entering the body. But to some systems, it can feel like you're becoming somebody else.

Switching also doesn't usually have amnesia unless you have DID. (Although, if you do have DID, it can be hard to recognize if you have amnesia because... you know... you forget. But don't worry about that right now.)

But it's also normal for some systems to only partially switch, co-front, or just be co-conscious.

If you want them to be more real and developed though, I'd recommend sticking with a few over time. Cycling between proto-headmates every couple weeks means none will get the full development they deserve.

[nikkippy]

Kalim x reader | Love Letter -ラブレター (YOASOBI)

Author's note: after chapter 4, i dont know what im doing, anyway your honor kalim is in love with the prefect exibit a is his valentine's letter (who starts it off with 'hey love' ?!! from his first valentine card) exibit b is that he trusts us in chap 5 and tells us his insecurities (? idk i read that a long time ago might just be making it up)

GN pronouns (they/them), reader is the prefect yuu, also! if possible, do read it while listening to love letter by YOASOBI, it's inspired by that song. reader doesn't really show up (might make a part 2 tho where they actually show up and react to the letter or smth)

Summary: Kalim ends up talking with Silver about his crush so Silver tries to help him out (with his old man's courting techniques)

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Decorations everywhere, pillows all around, enough to make a mess out of the room. Some of the animals who'd freed themselves amidst the chaos roamed the dorm

"Ahaha! Look Jamil, the elephants are playing around the fountain!"

Kalim says, an enthusiastic smile on his face, as Jamil huffs out "Kalim! Not now!" while trying to take care of all the animals

On the corner of his eye, Kalim sees a parrot flying outside and going through the mirror. Thinking that going after the bird could lessen his friend's burden, he went for it, warning Jamil with a simple "I'll be back soon" (to which Jamil replied "wait, Kalim!") he runs out the dorm, following the bird

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Outside, he sees it flying to a more calm and shaded place, seemingly dazed, he lands atop of a sleeping man with silver hair and a calm aura

Looking closer, he noticed the male was a friend of his, namely Silver, like his hair and eyes. He tries to wake him gently to not scare the parrot and after much struggle, the male finally opens his eyes, letting a soft 'huh' out as he looks in Kalim's direction

"Ah! You finally woke up Silver!"

"Hm? Ah yeah, thank you Kalim, I must've fallen asleep again" he answers, still waking up by the looks of it "Hey Silver, if you don't mind, would you like to come to my party?"

"Party? When is it?"

"Well" Kalim replies "It's today! Around 6 pm! Think you can come?"

"Hmm" Silver thinks "Maybe another day, but I can help in the meantime" helping the male get up, Kalim says "Thanks! I have a feeling you're good with animals so I'm sure you'll help a lot"

Making small talk on the way back, they end up talking about what happened so far, and mostly, about the prefect

"The prefect is really nice! They helped me so many times and are a precious friend of mine" Kalim keeps going on and on about the prefect of ramshackle "I see, they seem like a lovely person, you talk very foundly of them, Kalim" Silver slightly intervenes, putting a stop to Kalim's excited ramble. Still, Kalim continues "Yeah! They saved me and helped me when I was at my lowest, I really treasure them, they're more precious than any of my jewels!"

"Hmm, hey Kalim, do you like the prefect?" Silver asks to a beaming Kalim "Huh? Ah of course, I already said it but they're a really good friend"

"No, like" Silver continues "Are you perhaps in love with them?" He asls straigh away to a now slightly blushing Kalim "Eh?! Umm, I haven't thought in that way"

After some time, Kalim exclaims "Yeah! I like them!"

"That's nice to hear, do you have any plans to court them? I remember the ol- I mean, father teaching me about it"

"Courting? I mean, as a son of the Asim family, they do teach some things but I never paid attention, I was always daydreaming" Kalim replies with a smile. "Then" Silver proposes "Would like me to help? Although I may not have the best advice, I do think I can help with the matter"

"I'll be counting on you then, Silver! Maan, I feel I'm using you at this point, sorry" He apologizes, but Silver denies "It's fine, I'm the one offering help, besides, I don't mind it"

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When they reached the Scarabia Dorm, both men went inside and organized everything to the best of their abilites, with mostly Jamil taking care of everything. After managing everythin out, Jamil brought some drinks and snacks for the others, excusing himself to finish the last preparations for the party

Now alone, Silver starts out "Maybe you should sing them something"

"Like a love song?" Kalim inquires "But I'm not sure I can do it right away, if possible I'd like to do it as soon as possible, and the party will starin a few hours"

"Well then, how about a love letter instead? You can still show them your love with your words, just in a different way"

"Oh! Nice idea, Silver!" And so, Kalim started writing

Hey love

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[helluvaandhazbinarelife]

Opinions on the new Helluva Boss Trailer? Not anonymous but I genuinely need someone else to talk about this to

OMG SO MANY OPINIONS MY GUY. Thank you for askinggggg

okay first of all, crying. Like, CHRIST they really went, yeahhhhh we’re gonna justtttt i dunnoooo TEAR YOUR HEART OUT AND HAVE YOU WATCH IT BEAT IN OUR HANDS AS YOU DIE.

Octavia’s line made me scream. That scene where Blitzy crys made me scream. Omfg. Omfl. Im honestly positive I’m not going to walk away next season with anything left of my heart.

Okay SO glad parrot guys here. I also love how obsessed the fandom is with this one random boi, like. We all just collectively agreed to love him even though he’s had pretty much 2 second of screen time overall.

RYJDJYRYJDJTRDRTHD SATAN. HERE WE GO. Omg and that one shot of Millie where her face is dead and she looks crazy I’m SO looking foward to that. Give my girl some DEPTH. We already have everybody elses trauma (Exept Ozzie, but I get the vibe that he’s not gonna have a super ultimate traumatic backstory. And verosika too I suppose, but I don’t know how much more of her we’re gonna get) GIVE MY GIRL MILLIE SOME TRAUMA. I’m sorry I’m a sucker for cracking characters in two.

Alright that’s enough of me rambling about random shit. Gimme ur thoughts! Rants! Opinions! Headcanons! Please!

[tododeku-or-bust]

wanted to say, yeah what ur sayin. youre not being told youre white. youre being told u have a proximity to whiteness, one that is assigned to you. cuz hey to white people who dont give a fuck? close enough. and i know this is something ive been trying to internalize myself, im not white. im mixed black but who give a fuck when i dont look the part. does that mean im not mixed, no. but at the end of the day, i'm not the one who faces all these issues constantly. if you are visibly black, you are immediately a target to be ostracized, and thats the unfortunate of it. again sorry if im parroting what you say, its just that point in particular that really like. idk. im very bad at words but it really is something people need to think about, particularly from nonblack poc as well. seen it myself, im hispanic too and i see it all the time; huge issue in the hispanic community to ignore racism. because hispanic people "cant be racist," when they very much are and tend to ignore afrolatino voices. why? same shit, proximity to whiteness and the fear of losing that privilege once you push against the notion of racism and colorism. but thats a whole other thing, im rambling but yeah.

I hear you. Yeah it's something that I think all people of color have to have a conversation about within their communities. Me and my mom are only like one generation apart, and even still we butt heads about this. The idea of assimilation being the key to survival in a white society, versus the idea that if they're going to hate me anyway, I might as well be who I am. The day they killed Sandra Bland and posted her dead body as a mugshot was the day that clicked in for me and it's never let go.

Anyway, it's a complex conversation; whiteness and race have to be, because it's been cemented in systemically for centuries. If it was that easy to unravel, we'd have done it by now. We wouldn't be up against literal fascism fighting for its life to maintain and re-enforce white supremacy in our government.

But the solution to that isn't... "Well it's too hard so let's not talk about it"!

And even for you, you said you "don't look the part". Now assuming I'm not misunderstanding you, that means you pass for white. But that's the thing. You "pass". You are Not. And it can be weaponized against you at any point, that you're "not really white". I can't tell you your experience and I'm sorry that that's a battle you have to fight. I appreciate that you're doing so.

I think I rambled too, lol.

[pidgefudge]

very long and rambly and i suppose ventish post incoming so read at your own risk i guess

ive been thinking about my queer identity and how i still feel alienated from the community based on race. my parenrs.never told me about or even mentioned queer people existing (i learned about it from a friend) so i wasnt even aware of the concept until i was 11. and even then it felt like a far-off alien thing to me. obviously i have turned out very queer but i still doubt myself all the time because it feels like im not supposed to be queer. especially since becoming active on pinterest and later tumblr, ive seen that the vast majority of the queer people i interact with (and seemingly in general) on these platforms are white. and yeah western society dominated by white people etc. i know but. it feels likes it's doubling down on this concept in my head of “being queer is for cool white people only.” as an indian kid being raised in an extremely conservative hindu environment it feels like im not supposed to be involved with all this stuff? my parents always parrot this worldview of us being above to other races/religions/etc. (and they still ascribe to the caste system so our being brahmins only exacerbates their perceived superiority) and i have always tried to fight them but. it has definitely isolated me from others either way and leaves me feeling like im not supposed to be queer. im not supposed to even think about any of this all i need to do is study hard get good grades go to a good university get a well paying job marry whoever my parents choose have a few kids and be an obedient wife or whatever. and obviously i don't want any of this for myself (in fact it's like my worst nightmare) but i can't shake the feeling of it being the morally correct thing/my obligation. that was a whole tangent but anyway yeah my coming from that background vs so many other queer people just. existing. being fine and comfortable in their queerness. come to think of it i only know a single other queer indian. anyways. i cant escape that alienation from the community because there aren't a lot of people like me in it (especially not in the circles im in) and idk it's frustrating. and confusing. lonely.

funnily enough the aroace part doesnt bother me itself because my parents are strict and emotionless and a (poorly chosen) arranged marriage and they actively DESPISE any and all romance/affection so i never felt broken or pressured to date lmao. this is just normal. but putting a label on it felt “wrong” because i wasn't funky and queer this is just how i was supposed to be.

sorry this was really long and rambly and tangential and im not entirely sure i even got out everything that i wanted to say but its been in my head for years and i just needed to put it down somewhere. if you read this whole thing well firstly (and i say this with so much love) what the fuck is wrong with you lmao. secondly mad props for even comprehending any of it you deserve a reward 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪 take the cookies :3 thanks for coming to my ted talk or whatever

[poryphoria]

MORI IMPORTANT QUESTION WHAT TYPE OF BIRD IS CRACKPOT

OHO GOD BLESS AND SIT DOWN BECAUSE NOW YOU'VE GOT ME GOING. I HAVE OPINIONS ON THIS (I HAVE OPINIONS ON EVERYTHING)

so like to me he is like a garbage mix of every bird at once, sorta.

pre fall of nexus he reminds me most of a duck w the shape of the anti dissonance helmet, (which is funny bc waterfowl float on the surface of the water!!!) and as for a specific species ive pinned him down as a south georgia pintail due to them being the only ducks with carnivorous tendencies & their relationship with petrels-- these enormous predatory birds that hunt sick seals. pintail ducks will fearlessly toddle right up to them in the middle of dining on a festering carcass and take little ducky bites and the petrels just dont do anything about it!!! they eat together and its very dear to me and reminds me of birdphobe ✌️

post fall of nexus, he's a little more ambiguous 2 me and i think could really just be whatevers funniest given the situation. behaviorally he's a bit like a mix of a corvid and a parrot, but appearance wise his colors & beak shape invoke ibises, pukekos, smooth billed anis & kiwis- and thematically him being a vulture would also make sense (i have a special fondness for black vultures bc they're common where i live & they generally settle by the water, i like to watch them at the dam sometimes!! but condors and even the extinct argentavis could work too)

he doesn't really look like a songbird of any manner but i also associate him with those as a pet name phobos has 4 him, if i had to pick one though it'd definitely be a starling due to their long fur-like feathers and ability to mimic voices :D OH and i also associate him with cuckoos due to a hc someone posted here once that i reblogged where they mused he was literally a brood parasite from birth (ive adapted this into a kinda metaphorical understanding for my own hcs of what his childhood was like but i wont get into that unless you want me to bc this post is already long and rambly enough EJDBEKDHDODKRJRKD)

oh also just pigeons!! and emus!! their general vibes and the noises they make. coos and chirps and throaty rumbly barks

tldr-- it completely depends on whatever you're going for & i dont exactly have a definitive answer, he's like a mutt of a bird 2 me <3 if this was for an au design or something first of all im. So sorry for making you read all that JEBDORBDKDN but secondly id recommend ones with pointy or hooked beaks, muted brown-grey color palettes and longer feathers!! as i mentioned appearance-wise i think pukekos, starlings and smooth billed anis are the most fitting <3

hope this helps and thank you so much for giving me an excuse to chatter about my little man i will take ANYTHING

[hey-its-cweepy]

*throws sweet fish boy upon thee*

kidding..but i do offer Cary to see if any of your ocs would interact or ship with him?

HIHI

Buckle up cause we got a lot of OCs to go through✨

Cweepy is naturally very shy, but she'll just need a bit of time to get used to the friendly and outward personality!

I feel like Cho-Hee might unintentionally scare him💀 but he'll try to be slow and gentle! (And guide him back to the right school)

Dallas... I think we can all agree that Dallas is banned from meeting certain characters-

Salvatore and Vincenzo are always a package deal! Sal just has 2 people to look after now lol- But I think Vincenzo's especially gonna like them and question a lot about the sea

Momo is running away Im sorry💀 ITS NOT HIS FAULT!!! She's just spooked bcs he's tall as hell

Dell would probably approach him first! They are registering and taking notes of him just like all the other students! They'd also compliment his singing and say that they think he can make it big

I feel like he might take Faust's teasing a bit too seriously so its probably not a good idea

I dont know if he can tolerate Hextian's smell so maybe not💀 bro cant even get near water/fishes without bad consequences-

Benibara is a no<3

Kenzo is also a no<3 he's very confused as to why he likes forks

Venus also probably approached him first! Gives some advice on how to get used to legs (although she's lowkey confused about the fork thing)

MARINUS IS A HELL NO- he probably joked about eating him once but I don't think its a joke anymore-

Kumo probably wouldn't really talk to him

Aotome is also analyzing/obtaining data from him! Although unfortunately she cant really be near water</3

Banji is only upset he's from RSA, he doesnt like those students either

Kamïk thinks he's interesting, probably more likely to find him when he gets lost though (although if it werent for the uniform, he would've thought he was from octa)

Clover, Avery and Jolie are a NO (unless its just Clover ig lol) but the three of them together are absolute bitches and will definitely set him up in a bad way

Roan probably doesnt even know what RSA is- if he gets lost, he has no idea how to bring him back, he'd also question a lot of the stuff he's collected

Pepper is a NO.

Wolfo, Creek and Poppet are also a NO. Mainly because Wolfo and Creek have had enough of RSA students making fun of Poppet and just automatically think anyone from there is gonna do the same

Seine probably actively tries to scare him at first before being friendly!

Toma probably developed a small crush on him (DO NOT CONFRONT HIM ABOUT THE DOODLES HE WILL BE VERY EMBARRASSED), absolutely head over heels about his singing, I imagine Toma accidently stabbed himself with one of the forks at some point and Cary is very confused as to why Toma doesn't feel it but somebody else does

Vysio is just a GIANT lady holding him in her hands- (I just like imagining giant women holding teeny tiny people ONSODBSLDN) She'd probably only ever leave him just outside RSA however because she's too nervous to step inside (probably introduces him to Yuta!)

Yuta is a blabber mouth, like a little parrot that wont shut up, so he's definitely rambling to him about something (wether its the most ridiculous thing or something more serious), they could show off their collections to each other!!! (Probably introduces him to Vysio!)

Astoria might try to convince him to put on the crown, especially since he seems "clumsy" or "gullible" (A BAD THING)

Elbarnes needs him to pass the clean check first (happens to everybody, including staff), but once that's over, he's more than glad to talk and be friendly! (Although if you show him the collection, he's cleaning everything regardless of how big it is)

Amos is genuinely confused about the sass/jealousy of popular singers on the surface, probably tries to help him get over it

"... No offense, but I'm afraid you wont really be doing much of a positive impact with this envy..."

Enid is very mom-friend like and definitely tried to help him not get lost all the time! SHE WONT LET ANYBODY HURT HIM-

Lorien is intimidated a bit by the height at first, but he'll get used to it! His neck probably hurt from looking up all the time though

Jessica is a NO. Because she envys his figure so much-

Oceana thinks he's really cute!!! Definitely tries to help him with his legs or probably picks him up if she can! She thinks his collection is cool and loves his singing voice!

Indira would probably pay more attention if he's with the fishes/in mer form, she just likes animals more than people💀

Torimiya probably intimidates him on accident in the beginning, but she'll slowly get close with him✨ She's just naturally a bit tough on the outside! ALSO WOULDN'T LET ANYONE HURT HIM

Asahise is definitely interested in the mer-form and probably rambling about something silly the first time they meet- Asahise is showing off their collection of plushies in exchange for getting to see his "junk" collection✨

Tokki is confused as to how he keeps getting lost- (he'd definitely try to help him out with that though!)

Jaiden would love to play the harp with his singing! Asks questions about life in the sea but also prone to rambling about space lol

Mindel is perplexed when he "steals" a fork and uses it for his hair...

"... What did you just do???"

Mindel will definitely ask questions about the sea life and fish friends though, he's just interested!

Frey is babbling about all of their plants and plant life, absolutely loses their shit over the fish friends (they think they're so cute!!!)

Sylvester is definitely flirting with him lmao (will he notice? Who knows✨)

Mao is very quiet so he'll probably have to bend down/lean in to properly hear what he's saying

I think Cherokee's little magic displays might surprise him✨

Omg imagine Shiloh and Cary being friends with the same school of fish- OSNDODNWF- Shiloh is also definitely introducing him to more of his animal friends! (Once he gets more comfortable with him though)

Midge thinks he's cute, but probably wouldn't act on anything, tries to help him get more used to his legs though! (Midge has plenty of legs so he knows✨)

Kendall is IMMEDIATELY designing something from the amount of inspo he gave them

Charlene would also make things for him! You could take her as the mom or grandma friend, she'd definitely introduce him to her friends so its not just her (you may touch the bunny tail ONCE)

Deedee, Janus, "Dolly" and Birsha are a NO.

-Deedee would probably say she wants to take off his face

-Janus is just a terrible person (although honestly its a coin toss), he'd probably trick him into thinking their friends only to do something sinister

-"Dolly" is actually a parasite latching on to someone and she doesn't mind switching hosts if she thought it was worth it (although she mainly keeps to herself so they probably wont interact)

-Birsha will just get him in trouble💀

Lucinda thinks he's very sweet and helps him get back to RSA everytime he's lost (you will probably never catch her without the bear mask though), she's also a quiet one so you might need to lean in close!

Panko just registers him as a cute "little" fish! Would definitely get comfortable enough to sleep on/near him (please dont wake her up)

Canela is a NO because she is literally poisonous and doesnt want to hurt him or the fish friends

[five-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

Here’s something more; see this website?

Every single picture here is ai generated, and there was a big thing about this ‘pyjama bird’ as well that was ai generated. Here’s a few things to look out for, with examples. Let’s start with the famous pyjama bird.

1. Proportion It’s important to look at the beak and eyes, which are usually slightly misshapen. If you follow the line of that beak, you can’t see it actually end at the point around the middle.

2. There‘s often sampling from other birds which don’t quite fit, with the feathers being the wrong size/shape. The grey sclera and dark iris/pupil, as well as the whitish skin and red feathers along the eye look like they’d belong more on a scarlet macaw. Also, the stripes on the ‘chest’ look more like something you’d see on the wing of a bird, because birds like a zebra dove with finely striped necks and chests are far less even.

3. There’s an entirely different tail between the legs vs what’s on the outside. Not just in shape, but colour too.

4, and possibly the most telltale giveaway with a lot of ai generated imagery: LOOK AT THE FEET. They usually have odd proportions, too many or too little toes, the foot shape for a different bird or scales that aren’t defined. Climbing birds like parrots or woodpeckers have two toes at the front and two at the back, waterbird feet are often webbed, predatory birds usually have stocky feet with big talons, and owls have feathered legs! Often, ai generated birds use songbird-style feet on other birds.

5. There’s usually shading/sharpness issues or inconsistencies. Often parts will be too defined or too ‘dreamlike’ and soft/shiny, like this ai generated kingfisher:

6. It’s obviously been pointed out already that unnatural colours are also a usual giveaway. This ‘pigeon’ has the colours of a galah.

7. Animals always have a ‘line of movement’ which is seen in the flow of the feathers in birds. Notice that the body of the wing feathers go straight down, while the pinions (flight feathers) fold away at a weird angle? Or that the chest down is misaligned and doesn’t connect right with the chin?

TLDR: Theres a lot of other issues but here’s a summary of what to look out for

-proportion/shape

-janky line of movement/physics

-shading

-inconsistencies

-missing/extra parts

-sharpness/blurriness issues

-‘dreamlike’ qualities or patterns being too shiny/soft/even/perfect

-multiple sampling sources

-unnatural colour/pattern

-texture issues -> usually the image has a focus to distract you which can be pretty convincing, but minor/forgotten details are often the most flawed.

Sorry for the rambling I don’t have the best phrasing but it’s 8 in the morning and im tired. There’ll be more that I forgot, but most importantly; Fuck Generative AI.

A.I. photos are flooding social media and contributing to an Internet where we can't believe what we see. Spotting A.I. 📷s is an important media literacy skill.

None of us have time to research every image we see. We just need people to notice BEFORE THEY LIKE OR SHARE that an image might be fake. If unsure, check it or don't share.

I've started drawing some comics explaining the basic of AI spot-checking and media literacy in the age of disinformation. Follow along here or on my Twitter.

[agoraphobe]

Thank you for the agoraphobia advice. What things should I look out for if I want to avoid a bad therapist? I do not want to seek help from a male therapist, so female therapist red flags would help if you know of any.

I think the root of my issue is complex but I believe it surrounds a fear of men due to very bad previous experiences. I've found that men at night bother me less (which you'd think would be the opposite. Maybe it's just the area I live in.)

I guess i was reaching out to you to find out where to start in fixing this. I am reaching a point where I'm having a hard time going to the grocery store at night & instead choosing to not eat when I feel too nervous. I sometimes will circle the block in my car around the 24 hour grocery store 3 or 4 times before going home. This is unsustainable, and a lot of the advice I see is to just push through it, which i do most of the time. I just feel really exhausted and hungry all the time & it's my own fault which is so fucking annoying. 😭 I've been using my hunger to motivate me to actually go into the store but sometimes I just can't. I refuse to do delivery because I know I won't be able to turn back once I start doing that.

Sorry for rambling. I don't really want to admit this to anyone I know because it's embarrassing but it feels nice that someone might understand.

im sorry 🩷 its definitely understandable though. im wary of most men as well and unfortunately i think this is common for a lot of women. for my own comfort i have always avoided male doctors, therapists etc. with the exception of my current prescriber who has been an outlier... but i also only meet with him via video call for a few minutes so that probably helps. anyway, as for female therapists, personally (and no offense to these women) ive found it tricky to "relate" and feel like im getting any benefit with therapists who are close to my age as well as women who are a bit elderly like 60+ but this could be totally different for you. red flags for me (beyond basic ones that apply to all therapists) have been therapists who just parrot everything i say back to me but add something like "yeah thats understandable" or "that must be tough for you" etc. i know its an actual technique theyre taught but it just doesnt feel helpful to me. it feels like im not actually getting anywhere? i also dont like when therapists try to make it seem like im just talking to a friend whos letting me vent, but that could be something you dont mind? its just a personal preference. id make sure to be clear about what you are experiencing and what you want to get out of therapy because itll help lay the groundwork for them and know where to start. id say a good therapist is someone who can help you figure out why you feel the way that you do and why you respond to situations like that but also what you can do to try to respond differently over time. i like therapists who actually establish "goals" for me to work toward, e.g. for me this looked like "i know its hard for you to take walks outside without feeling panicked, but maybe this week you can try to walk down to the next 3 houses then come back home and see how you feel," or like "i know you havent been able to go grocery shopping in a while. do you have someone you trust to go with you? maybe this week you guys can try to visit a smaller store you feel familiar with." basically exposure therapy but taking it a little at a time and giving yourself realistic/reasonable goals.

[targentis]

hey you know what i wish i had? my own opinions