#also side note. but it was SO hard to decide which blog to put this on lol
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grassbreads · 1 year ago
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Tell me how I, the gal with terminal "can't stop thinking about Tai Sui" disease, read hundreds of thousands of words of Mo Du over the course of months, starting right after I finished Tai Sui, yet it took me until right now in this instant to put together the Fei Du->Zhou Ying parallel
Like. Here's the favored son of a man who is incredibly powerful and morally bankrupt. He hates his dad and would be quite happy to commit patricide, should he get the opportunity, but he doesn't directly do so because it wouldn't suit his schemes. He has spent his entire life since his teenage years painstakingly putting together the chess pieces necessary to both destroy his dad and unravel the truth of a grand unknowable conspiracy that has haunted his entire life. He's a genius and the way his mind works is utterly incomprehensible to everyone else in the world, even those who know and love him best. The right kind of placid smile from him can be the most terrifying thing anybody has ever seen. He is willing to use himself up and toss himself out completely if it is the means to the final end of his schemes.
It's just that with Fei Du, the whole point of him is that he's not nearly so terrible as he thinks he is. He's not a psychopath. He's not cruel, regardless of how much empathy he may or may not naturally have. He's just spectacularly traumatized by his childhood. And the presence of Luo Wenzhou in his life both saves him from spiraling down into his original epic self-destructive plot and allows him to access his buried human emotions.
Then, 5 years later, Priest came back to revisit some of the same ideas and turn absolutely all of them up to eleven. She wrote a man who doesn't just think differently from others, but who perceives the world so wildly differently from anyone else that his experience of existence is utterly incomprehensible to his peers. She wrote a patricidal prince who doesn't just want to destroy his father and his company, then tear out the truth of a criminal conspiracy, but rather wants to destroy his father and his entire country, then tear out the truth of the sky itself. She wrote a man who genuinely doesn't give a single damn about anyone other than himself and his tiny tiny selection of loved ones. Who would destroy the entire world in a fit of vengeance and who uses his own willingness to kill innocents as leverage against others. She wrote a man who plans to achieve his goals by way of epic self destruction and does exactly that, leaving the main character's loss of him as the central beating tragedy in the otherwise best possible ending.
She also wrote a story in which, when Zhou Ying's closest and most loved person realizes the dark and scheming truth of him, rather than saying "I can fix him; I don't think he's really so bad," he says "yeah, this is my cousin and he's a terrible menace who tries to destroy the world sometimes. I love him more than anything."
You can absolutely see how Priest's interest in similar ideas informed both characters. It's just that Fei Chengyu didn't succeed in raising his perfect little sociopath successor, but Emperor Taiming and the demons of the impassible sea absolutely succeeded in Jokerizing Prince Zhuang. They just couldn't possibly anticipate the kind of monster that the demon of the east sea would become.
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thoughtfulfiction · 6 days ago
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Social Media QB
Author’s note: reposting my old work on this side blog! Let me know if you’d like to read a specific one. Thank you for reading!
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The reputation of the Chargers social media team was unmatched. They are known for being funny and up to date on all memes and pop culture references while also showcasing players’ personalities. That alone made you apply and this past year on the job had really been a once in a lifetime experience. Working with Megan and the crew was a daily adventure and you were becoming more and more comfortable calling the guys your friends. It even got to a point where you didn’t even call them by their names anymore.
Quentin was usually just “Q.” JK was always “J’Kaylin”, Derwin was “3” and your favorite nickname was definitely calling Justin “Sunshine.” At first it was a Remember the Titans reference but it became a lifestyle. Everything and everyone revolves around the sun and that’s exactly what it felt like when you were at work. All of the players were important and special but you could just feel the energy in the room shift when Justin was there. It was palpable, it almost took your breath away sometimes.
Off camera he was goofy, funny and had this uncanny ability to make the world stand still for a bit, even just for a few fleeting moments where it felt like you two were the only ones in the room. But then reality would hit and you were reminded that you work for the team and he’d never see you in that way, he was just nice to everyone he encountered. But on camera? It was all fun and games. There was a running joke, mostly based on his real feelings, that Justin hated cameras. He couldn’t stand being the center of attention or having people perceive him so he avoided the social media team altogether when phones were pointed in his direction. 
But sometimes, a rarity, you were able to get him on camera, even if it was just for a split second. The two of you reviewed the questions he was going to be asked before their Hot Ones appearance and there was ALWAYS a discussion, more like subtle begging if you all were going to have him participate in any content.
“We need Justin for this new segment we’re doing, so you’re gonna have to talk to him.” Megan sighs, grabbing her Stanley cup that was sitting on the counter. She’d just finished editing a video where she and her assistant put fart spray on the tiny mic and could still smell the rancid scent until she grabbed some Lysol spray to de-funk the place.
You were going through photos taken during practice earlier that morning and deciding which ones to post and without looking up you asked her, “why do I have to do it?”
Lorren and Allie giggle in the corner, shaking their heads. “You cannot be serious right now y/n,” Lorren gives you a pointed look.
“What?”
“We all know you and Justin have a thing for each other. Even if you won’t admit to us…or yourself. It’s pretty obvious.”
You finally raise your head up from your laptop, staring at them while also wracking your brain trying to figure out when your innocent crush had become so painfully obvious. If the girls knew, then Justin had probably somehow caught on and the thought of that made you want to dig a hole right outside on the practice field and never come out. “Is—am I that easy to read?”
“No one blames you,” Megan runs a loving hand on your shoulder. “And I’m sure you’ve been trying so hard to hide your feelings that you haven’t noticed that he’s doing an even worse job of hiding his massive crush on you.”
The look on your face sends the room into a fit of laughter. “We’re being serious. The way he looks at you and acts around you. Anyone can see he’s into you friend.”
You weren’t convinced, “I need an example.”
“Okay fine,” Lorren stands up to prepare a demonstration. “He wasn’t ready to put the mics on when he was mic’d up until you walked over and helped him get the mic in the perfect spot in his pads. And then he wore the friendship bracelet for six weeks because you handed it to him.”
Allie pipes up to put in her two cents. “And let’s not forget when he had you driving him around the golf tournament and kicked Zion to the curb. There’s no way all of those are just a coincidence.”
“Fine. I’ll go ask him if he’ll shoot the video for us but I’m not going to lose my job because of a meaningless crush on the starting quarterback.”
You waited around for the guys to leave treatment after practice and caught up with him on his way out. “Hey Sunshine, quick question for you.”
His cheeks turn a light shade of pink and he gives you a small tight-lipped smile. “What’s up?”
“I need you to do me a huge favor and be in this tik tok. It’s a short game and it’ll only take like 15 minutes.”
His deadpan face and disappointed dad sigh has you practically begging, saying “please” in your finest sing-song tone.
“Fine, I’ll do it.” You knew he’d crack, he always did. “On one condition. You also have to participate.”
You hold your hand out and he engulfs it with his much larger one. “You’ve got yourself a deal Herbert.”
“Okay the rules of the game are simple,” Megan begins from behind her phone screen before hitting record, “we’re going to give you these Canadian snacks and you’ll rate them on a scale from 1 to 10. One being it’s awful I’ll never touch that again and 10 being a solid snack that you’d eat everyday if given the opportunity.”
You and Justin nod, diving in on everything from the ketchup chips to the toffee. The video didn’t take long as promised and the quarterback went about the rest of his day with no further distractions.
In your office a few days later on the team’s off day, you were contemplating your life. Maybe you should take a step back from him so people don't get the wrong idea. Sure, your coworkers were convinced the crush was mutual but what if he was just being nice? He was always so focused on football and making the most out of every opportunity. Why in the world would he waste time flirting with a social media manager? It just made no sense. Instead of continuing to run a million imaginary scenarios in your mind you packed up your stuff and tried heading out to the parking lot. Even after all this time you still struggled to maneuver all the twists and turns of the building and somehow found yourself walking past the quarterback room. You intended to just keep walking but he was in there alone and called out your name when he saw you.
“What are you doing here? I didn’t think anyone would be in the building today.” His bright eyes staring down at you made your heart feel like it was beating out of your chest. You desperately needed to get it together.
“I came in to finish up a few things but I’m heading out now. What are you doing? I think you’ve watched enough film to last you a couple lifetimes.” That gets a light chuckle out of him and he shakes his head, the two of you knowing that his quest for perfection would never allow him to believe he’s watched enough film. “Thank you for shooting that video the other day. The fans are gonna love it, they’re always begging us to get you on camera.”
“No problem, anything for you.” He clears his throat after whispering the last part, desperately hoping that you didn’t hear it. Even though you definitely did. You should go home for the day and leave him alone in the office so he can get back to work. You should stop staring at his lips that look so soft and just begging to be kissed. He should turn around and get back to the playbook and the computer but here he is, standing still, right in front of you.
You’re just there, waiting for someone to rip the carpet out from under you, to fall on your face, for someone to tell you that this isn’t actually happening. The space between your bodies diminishes significantly, so much so that you can smell the Dr. Squatch Birchwood Breeze radiating off of him. It’s intoxicating and you swallow the fear in your gut and ignore all of the common sense thoughts plaguing your mind, allowing you to feel.
The kiss is tentative at first, he pulls back slightly, whispering if it’s okay to keep going as you feel his breath against your lips. You don’t respond but instead pull him in closer, hearing a satisfied husky moan from him as he allows your tongue access to his. His right palm rests against your cheek until he’s tilting your head up ever so slightly to deepen the embrace and he pulls you in even closer, holding on for dear life while closing and locking the door behind you. It was so much more than he imagined, these feelings that he’d been pushing aside were being confronted and magnified by the second. This innocent crush that you had on him were genuine, real feelings that created a deep ache in your bones, actively being soothed with his hands all over you as the two of you made out like helpless teenagers.
You didn’t think you’d have the strength to tear yourself away from him…until his phone rings. He ignores it the first time but it’s all you can think about by the fifth ring.
“Answer it,” you whisper breathlessly and you can feel him hesitating to pry himself away from you. The heat that was radiating off of his body that you felt being so close to him sends shivers down your spine at the sudden distance. A thousand unspoken apologies are painted on his face as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He keeps the call short and sweet but the look of devastation is clear when he hangs up. “You have to go don’t you?”
He nods. “I’m so sorry. We can—we need to talk about this I know. And I promise we will. I just—I need to take care of this.” He doesn’t want to leave, not like this. Even if he knows you understand. Justin presses a kiss to the side of your head and whispers another “I’m sorry” leaving you in the room to think about what just happened.
You walk around the empty parking lot until you reach your car, letting out a deep sigh at the thought of what the conversation with him is going to look like after this. You need to be mentally prepared for good news, bad news and everything in between.
He is the sun after all. And sometimes when you stand too close, you might get burned. And maybe, just maybe, you’d avoid the burn altogether and bask in the warmth as long as you can.
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geopsych · 9 months ago
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re: the tumblr ai stuff, please don’t wipe your blog!! your blog has been so important to me and many others as a place of authentic light and beauty and i would hate to lose it forever 💕
there is a way to download the contents of a tumblr blog (it’s in settings, i don’t remember rn, but i’ll find it if you need it) maybe you could upload to another site or a personal site?
i know this is very serious, and i hate how we are unwillingly contributing to synthetic art, but the world would be poorer for me without your pictures <3
Thank you. Your words mean a lot to me.
This is a dilemma for me. I have loved doing this blog and going out to look for pictures and interesting things to bring here has given me motivation and meaning through years of struggle with depression and several kinds of grief. Going out to look for pictures has put me in situations where I have seen incredible beauty, much of which I never really managed to capture. Also, the many warm and kind messages I've received from people all over the world have given me heart and made me feel less meaningless as a person and more connected. Sometimes I've been criticized for buying the checkmarks and giving money to Tumblr but I wanted to do what I could because Tumblr has been my one happy and safe place online. But now this. To me AI in relation to creativity is just a way for well-to-do but untalented people, the proverbial tech bros, to profit from other people's hard work and creativity. It has no redeeming value in relation to creativity and is actively harmful to artists of all kinds. <trying to figure out how to put a read more link here> I don't even count myself among the real creatives, artists and writers and others who have worked hard and put years into honing their crafts, into learning to translate their hearts and unique spirits into their creative expression. I just see beautiful things and take pictures of them. But it would still make me sick to see AI works based on my pictures, on these times and places that have meant so much to me. Recently I saw a set of cat 'photos' on here that everyone was reblogging and exclaiming over but that to me seemed to just be AI art that was more convincing than most. As time goes on more and more output of AI is going to be almost indistinguishable from real works and unscrupulous people will pass them off as real, getting credit for what was actually created by others. Whether they profit from them becomes almost irrelevant at that point because what's worse is that we will have less and less sense of what is real. And as some have pointed out AI will now also be scraping from AI, muddying the waters further from here on in. This is an apocalypse of sorts, an apocalypse of creativity, ultimately likely to kill the joy of artistic endeavor for many who would otherwise produced brilliant, beautiful, funny, and/or shockingly original things. I'm still parsing and dissecting my thoughts and feelings about what Tumblr has done and how to react. Staying and leaving my blog up feels like consent. I am not confident in the integrity of anyone connected with scraping sites for AI. I'm not convinced that a little toggle in settings is going to make much of a difference in the long run. On the other hand I like posting here and I have received enough messages over the years to know that my blog is a positive influence on some lives. I was looking forward to May and June and posting pictures of the incredible beauty of eastern Pennsylvania in those months. And I was planning on making a side blog for posting some poetry I've been working on. It will break my heart to leave.
I haven't decided yet. Believe it or not this whole thing has given me awful physical symptoms. I'll let you know when I decide. Thank you again for your kind and lovely note!
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signedkoko · 10 months ago
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Hi!! I just want to start by saying thank you so much for sharing your writing with us! I check your blog everyday to see if you’ve updated and love reading what you post! 💙
In light of the season finale, I was wondering if you could do some romantic headcanons in which f!reader finally approaches Vox (after a long slowburn of mutual pining between them, though neither knows how the other feels until now) and tells him he deserves better than whatever unhealthy on-again-off-again thing he has going with Valentino? And perhaps suggests (or outright says) how she would actually take care of him/treat him better? 🫣 I would LOVE to see your take on it! Only the best for everyone’s favorite TV man lol!
Thank you so much in advance if you choose to do it, I hope that’s all clear! Please take care of yourself and have a wonderful day!
Vox X Reader [Romantic]
In which you decide its finally time to step inbetween Vox and Valentino. Reader is female.
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The most feared assistant in all of hell, you certainly were one of a kind when it came to sinners
The Vees had taken you in as their head assistant, close enough to be a fourth member but far enough to be uninvited to galas, showings, and all the celebrity events
It was your ideal position; you made plenty of money to get by
Class without the hass(le) as you always put it
Your job was hard, but it was nothing you couldn't handle; all it took was knowing it and predicting the hiccups
Besides Valentino, the other two were very relaxed with you and usually only demanded that you do things that were typical of your day
And being around them so much, you naturally became an honorary member; you'd especially spent plenty of time at Vox's side
He was the hub of communication, and he offered up a space for you to call an office in his own area of the building
Not only did that mean the others could easily reach you since you were always around Vox, but it also meant you always had an upgraded space, courtesy of Vox's constant innovations
He was always so peculiar; you could tell he didn't like being around people, yet he always called for you to pick up lunch with him
Or he brought you to meetings to 'take notes' despite the fact that he could transcribe every conversation in a second
To him, he was showing that he enjoyed his company; to you, it was an opportunity to get to know him better
Admittedly, you wanted to know a lot more about him—no, you wanted to know everything
Unfortunately, the more time you spent with him, the more you'd end up being around Valentino, who always called on Vox during his fits of rage
It was confusing
Vox expressed hating him, but also tripped over every step just to appease the overlord
And Valentino took advantage of that a lot, which caused a boiling anger to eat at you
But you knew your place; you knew Vox was an adult who could stop himself, so you bitterly witnessed it
But as you and Vox got closer and Valentino got rougher with Vox, it became impossible to ignore
After hearing a screaming fit from his office, you could make out Valentino's heels stomping out the door towards the elevators, and after a good moment of silence, you heard Vox follow
But you stood up this time, and right as the overlord passed your door, you caught his arm
" Can't talk right now. "
" He isn't worth your time, Vox, sir. "
You certainly didn't waste any time, and in a moment he went from pulling his arm away to stopping in his tracks to look at you with a surprised look scribbled on his face
You felt guilty knowing that he was only surprised because you'd never tried to help him before; he must have thought you were a terrible person, but you continued
" I don't get what you see in him when there are already people who love and care for you far more than he ever has all around you. "
While you started strong, your voice eventually tappered off into mumbles, already losing the confidence you thought you had when you started initially
The silence is deafening
Until he lets out a long exhale and slumps
" You're right, I shouldn't get so worked up. But Jesus, I didn't expect that out of you. "
He was already trying to bring in humour to laugh it off, but you were more glad that he didn't take your actions as negative
" Just so you know, I'm sure I can show you what you deserve "
You couldn't help it with his validation; you had to get it out, and he seemed to pause again—before a bluescreen came up
Oh no, oh no, you immediately called for him and snapped your fingers, hoping to shake him out of it, and with a quick reboot, he was back to ask if you meant it
And of course you did, and of course he wanted to take you up on the offer
As happy as he is, Vox is frustrated that he didn't ask you first; he's usually the first move kind of guy—or at least he swears
But he trusts you will treat him better because he's always wanted you to
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Author's Note - Tell me why I went so hard on the lore that this ended up being 700 words I am so sorry!!! I'm glad you like my work, I really hope I did your request justice!!! Again, idk why I went so crazy on the buildup ahhh
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silkythewriter · 6 months ago
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Hi! I just stumbled upon your blog because of Death Note and that you were accepting requests for it! Can we get a gender neutral reader trying to convince L to put cat ears on? For science? Pretty please? :3 (They might need to bribe him with something sweet for him to do it)
✧Reader putting Cat ears on L!✧
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Warnings!: Non!
Fandom!: Death Note!
Author note!: RAHHH TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST IT WAS SO FUN AND SILLY TO WRITE GENUINELY, PLEASE REQUEST WITH MORE IDEAS LIKE THIS!!💞💞💞\(⁀▽⁀ )/
Summary!: Reader putting cat ears on L! ( ˘ω˘ )
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“Go kitty, go kitty
Go kitty, go, and just
Ride kitty, ride kitty
Ride kitty, roll!”
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At first questioned you motives behind it, were you trying to use this as black mail after?, Maybe embarrass him?
It’s just the natural detective in him coming out, but if he finds out it’s purely for fun he’d mello out! (See what I did there? ( =ω= ) )
Bribing him with sweet treats is a must!, brownies, pudding, or cake would do the trick! I feel like his personal favorite is strawberry short cake though so do with that as you will!
Honestly…at first he’d be against it, but just to please you and get back to his work he’ll plop them on and stare at you with his beady eyes for a second
He actually doesn’t mind it, the minute your smile starts beaming at him like sun rays he genuinely forgets about it even being on him, as he just takes in your features and naturally as he does, study it aswell very single small detail.
Sometimes puts it on himself to surprise you just to see your smile, only when alone and in private though which lets be honest with ourselves is most of the time.
As stand off-ish as he is, I feel like depending on how long you two have been together, he would enjoy physically affection, but a bit watered down. As he himself hasn’t had much love in his life let alone romantic affection so at some points in time it’s a bit overwhelming for him.
But trust me when I say this man LOVES when you softly rub your fingers through his scalp like an actual cat. A bit embarrassing on his end? Yea, but I mean… anything for you affection he supposed
He likes running his fingers along the fake cat ear material. The soft fur is very nice quality!, and maybe if they added a bell to the end of the ears he’ll probably fiddle with them while thinking.
He of course takes them off after awhile, much to your dismay, but he does keep them! As a Memory sake and also just to play around with it.
He does get flustered! Hard to tell sometimes but you can always see the small tint of pink on his cheek and the subtle way his body tenses up before becoming jelly in your grasp.
He definitely gets you a matching pair!, he’ll get yours either the color of your hair or alternatively your favorite color!, maybe some accessories to go with it too!
Maybe to go with the ears some oversized hoodies that color match it. Or some sweat pants lord knows this man is obsessed with sweat pants.
He does admittedly like seeing you in matching ears, he can’t put his finger on it but something About just makes his heart thump.
He naps like a cat (on the rare occasions he actually sleeps…if you can even call it that (¬_¬)) he does that thing if you two are sleeping in the same bed, where he just kinda puts his full weight on you and decides to just die for a few hours on you 😭
Put your hands on both sides of his face and pepper his faces with kisses, he might as-well be your own cat cause he’ll protest then question when you go to king without giving him any.
Likes your smell, you can feel the faint sniffing he does when he gently lays his head on your collar bone and has his joes against your neck.
Misa and light once walked in on it and immediately turned around, at least light, Misa tried speaking but light dragged her out. It was awkward for a while after…(メ﹏メ)
He does that thing cat do when you try touching them, like batting your hand away, yea, he does that but when you try taking the ears back 😭
Overall, he loves them… his static face makes it hard to tell but when you match and see the faint smile on his face you know his true feelings!, he loves you and your unique way of showing it (⊃。•́‿•̀。)⊃
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IM SO SO SO SORRY FOR DYING (again…) I’m working on a way to post regularly without being burnt out so fast (╥_╥)… if you have any tips please do share!, anyway, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED! PLEASE REQUEST AGAIN! :3
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daesdivination · 22 days ago
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𓂃 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 ✧
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‎ ‎ ‎ 𓈒 ◌ ‎ ‎ a general reading for what the month of november looks like.
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notes/disclaimer: for this reading, i pulled two cards for each pile. i get all the general definitions of each tarot card off of thetarotguide so people who may not be familiar with tarot can understand the general messages every card is portraying. this is a general reading for what your november may look like. take what resonates and what doesn't! usually i'd post these general how will your month go? on the first of the month, but i decided i wanted to create this blog just yesterday! it's still the first week of november, so i thought 'why not?'.
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⎯⎯ 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
the star & the fool. both cards embody potential.
what can the star ☆ mean? : it can mean hope, inspiration, creativity, calm, contentment, renewal, serenity, spirituality, healing, and positivity.
what can the fool mean? : it can mean innocence, freedom, originality, adventure, travel, foolishness, carelessness, idealism, youth, spontaneity, lack of commitment, and new beginnings.
to put it shortly, the month of november for you is smooth sailing. if your life wasn’t so kind to you in the earlier months of the year, in november, it’ll all turn around. the star signifies both healing and positivity in one’s life while the fool can signify to childish innocence and freedom. i have to say i also think that both the star and the fool may represent you and your personality as a whole. you may be a very bright person, but simply dimmed down because of the struggles you've had this year already. i think all this time has passed and you're still afraid of expressing the person that you want to be. you want to just revert back into being a child; having no stress on your plate and just playing the whole time. growing up is hard, and it's been very overwhelming for you.
i believe that this month is a month for you to break free of whatever has been weighing down on you. i have a feeling that to do that, you might need to dabble in creative ways to express yourself. such art forms you might feel connected to is fashion, sketching, or music (whether playing or listening to it). indulge in childish activities like playing outside or playing pretend with stuffed animals and friends in your life. the childlike wonder is something not everyone retains, but something everyone yearns for yet again.
with that, i believe the creative side of your identity may have been pushed down because of circumstances in your life before such as not having any time to do it or not feeling motivated enough to indulge in such activities. but november is the time where you should connect to creative ways of expressing yourself as most of the time, art is our being. both the star and the fool shows inspiration flowing through these days of november and new beginnings whether that is to bring new people into your life or indulge in new hobbies that will bring you light. both these major arcana cards will bring in positive energy and changes to your character and overall life in the month of november, but only you can bring such change into your life. forget about your stress and the dismissive ways which you were stuck in. break free of that and november may as well be one of the happiest months this year.
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⎯⎯ 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬
justice & the hierophant. both cards embody balance.
what can justice mean? : it can mean justice, karmic justice, consequences, legal disputes, law, truth, honesty, integrity, cause and effect, and life lessons.
what can the hierophant mean? : it can mean traditional institutions, traditional values, conventional, conformity, marriage, commitment, religion, beliefs, and knowledge sharing.
i fully believe when it comes to the month of november, there will be a lot of subjects that are unfamiliar to you and opportunities will open up to learning a lot of new things. i don't think this is a bad thing as long as the stress that can come from daily life doesn't weigh you down. i think you're going to actually be connecting more to yourself and society around you. a lot of crucial events are happening right now in the world and you staying educated within this month is very important (plugging in: please remember your daily click to help palestine at https://arab.org/click-to-help/palestine and make sure you don't stress yourself out too much about the results of the american election).
situations that will come into your life during this month are only going to make you stronger and teach you lifelong lessons that will be helpful later on. along with this, expect this month to be focused on balance and upholding your principles even while other people challenge your morals. align your actions with your beliefs and make sure to navigate this month with honesty, education, and clarity that can be structured out. along with this, actions or decisions that you've made in the past months might bring fruit now and reveal that your hard work before was very worth it. make sure not to be too overwhelmed with your feelings during this month because that will cloud how you go on with this month. as well as this, don't be afraid to call people out or speak your truth on situations.
either way, i think this month is really a learning experience for you where a lot of words will be passed in your life and you'll learn from a lot of people. the hierophant can also signify that there might be a mentor coming into your life to aid you with whatever situations you're going through whether emotional, educational, and more.
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⎯⎯ 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬
three of swords & ace of swords. both cards embody insight.
what can the three of swords mean? : it can mean heartbreak, betrayal, loneliness, removal, absence, division, depression, separation, sadness, heartache, unhappiness, upheaval, grief, sorrow, upset, disorder, confusion, alienation, loss, distraction, ill-health, conflict, disillusion, trauma, serious misunderstandings, and tears.
what can the ace of swords mean? : it can mean new ideas, new plans, intellectual ability, victory, success, mental clarity, clear thinking, breakthroughs, ability to concentrate, communication, realizing the truth, vision, force, focus, intensity, stimulating people and environments, new beginnings, new projects, justice, assertiveness, authority, and making the correct decision.
when it comes to emotional situations in the month of november, i definitely see some struggles in there and a bit of division when it comes to any sort of relationship, whether that is romantic or platonic. i do believe there are a lot of negative energies around you and that might be affecting your own energy that is making you so upset as well along with this. i have a feeling that past traumas are going to be brought up during this month because the three of swords was shuffled and that is what’s going to bring you that negative energy around you.
i fear there will be a lot of miscommunication and i can already sense unhappiness and tears within this month. however, i do think you should not be pessimistic about this month still, i am just warning you about what may happen. i think pulling the ace of swords means that throughout the month there will be small victories for you and change will happen along with personal growth. with any sorts of growth, there will always be clarity and new ways of seeing situations.
i feel like maybe you have gone through such negative emotions like this before and that actually might be why you might be feeling that in november as well. you might be lingering on some of these negative feelings and that is obviously not good for you. i think the ace of swords can also represent that, and it can also say that throughout the end of this month, you will break free of lingering on your depressed state of mind. there might also be a person or people that pushed you into such a state where you cannot break free from your emotions, but in november, you'll be able to thinking clearly again and assert yourself back into your life.
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final notes about this reading: i think that this month may be very crucial for you, especially because four major arcana cards were pulled through the possibility and integrity pile. nonetheless, i'm hoping the best for all of you in november!
links + things: https://daestarot.carrd.co to learn more about me (includes examples of paid and free readings, what i do read for + don't, and my discord for contact)!
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saintsenara · 3 months ago
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Hi! I love your blog, and every word of yours is golden. Big fan here.
It's not exactly a deranged ship I guess, but what are your thoughts Voldemort/Regulus?
I'm trying hard af to put them together for a fic, for reasons, but honestly? The deeper I dig the less I see it work. Can it work?
thank you very much for the ask, anon! this one got a couple more shoutouts from people with taste:
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now... you are not the only person who's attempting to smash these two together for a fic, and so i speak from experience when i say no, it doesn't work.
by which i mean, it doesn't work as a relationship which does anything other than ruin regulus' life while voldemort drifts by unbothered. but that's what we all want from this pairing, right? and embracing that dysfunction... slaps.
as i've written elsewhere, regulus' reason for joining the death eaters is evidently a desire to be seen as singular and special, and his disillusion with the organisation is clearly connected to realising that voldemort considers him completely irrelevant - just another one of the faceless minions he sends out as cannon fodder.
i very much like him thinking that being permitted to offer voldemort a service in both senses of the word is a sign that the dark lord values him above all others, only to discover that he's actually just one of voldemort's collection of fuck toys and voldemort has no more affection for him than he does for his morning toast.
[bonus points if one of the dark lord's other side-chicks is barty crouch jr., who's also convinced that voldemort's affection for him is singular. regulus undoubtedly has the same level of daddy issues, after all...]
but while crouch embraces the fact that delulu is the solulu, regulus decides to go full woman scorned, and makes it his mission to punish voldemort.
and his letter? well, that's in revenge for voldemort having once called him "bella" during sex. "there's no way the dark lord will forget my name now!" he thinks, as he folds his iconic little note into the fake locket, unaware that voldemort will spend the rest of his life:
a. not noticing regulus is missing.
b. never feeling the need to check on the locket.
rip king, you'd have loved eternal sunshine.
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kat-rose-griffith · 6 months ago
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Hi. I love you blog ❤️
But I have an unpleasant question to ask. I hope it doesn’t bring your mood down and I hope that you may have some advice.
I love the Bridgerton community here and I genuinely enjoy the series analyses and the memes and love and praise for the actors. But you know how the situation with Luke has been recently.
I had to block #lukola and lukola content since the comments are mostly generated under this tag. I know that not everyone is using it romantically but I hoped that it will bring down the amount of posts that make me see red or genuinely depressed me. And I still have to block users just to remove their posts from my dash even though I thought that the filter may help.
I want to generate positivity instead of fighting but some posts are just THAT outrageous that I feel the need to dismantle them. By doing that I feel like I keep the hate train rolling simply by bringing the content of these posts into question in order to point out how harmful they are. I’ve also tried doing nothing and ignoring, but it feels like I’m letting the baseless cruelty slide and letting my principles and who I am at the core down.
I’m not sure what to do anymore and I’m thinking about stepping away from all social media for a while. But this thought also makes me sad because I used to love it here and I still (sometimes) do.
Do you have any advice? How do you deal with this? Maybe I have to filter something more? Do you see any way to contribute something good without fighting but also without hiding and running away from the tide?
If I’ve overstepped, I am sorry, and if you decide to remove the ask or not answer it I would absolutely understand. Thank you for listening in any case ❤️
Oh my gosh you’re so sweet. Thank you so much for enjoying my blog. That means so much to me and I truly appreciate it!
As far as advice goes I don’t know if I have a lot. I know it can get really hard to not let other peoples hatred and negativity bring you down. It can get really frustrating especially when the hate is as illogical and unwarranted as the harassment that the bridgerton actors, especially Luke, have been getting. It’s not guaranteed but hopefully the aggression will die down with some time as people move on with their lives. Just know that you’re not alone in these feelings.
I’m personally pretty susceptible to this kind of negativity too. That’s why tumblr is my only form of social media. The way that I try to work with those reactionary feelings is pretty similar to what you’re already doing. Whenever I see something that affects me like that I just block it and move on. Sometimes I do forget to do that and get wrapped up in scrolling through the hate or typing up a response, but then I have to stop myself and think if it’s really worth my time. I remind myself that these people want attention and they want the notes on their posts to feel validated in their opinions. It is hard but the best course of action is to try to just ignore them because they’re truly not worth the stress or energy.
With that I do want to say don’t be afraid to vent your feelings on your own blog. If you don’t feel comfortable putting it in the tag or associating it with your blog because you don’t want to deal with those people harassing you there that’s completely fine. You can always leave it untagged, type it up but leave it in your drafts, create a side blog just for that, or block them when they leave an upsetting comment. I’ve just found that it’s helpful to me to let out how I feel on here instead of holding it in and it’s especially helpful when I find people who actually get it and share my feelings. That’s actually one of my favorite things about tumblr.
Another thing that I try to do is just make my blog a nice place that I’m proud of, which is why you liking my blog has made me very happy. I try to share as many things that I like as I can. With the negativity in the tag surrounding Luke I’ve just been trying to counter it with any positive post that comes to my mind to drown out how negative and hateful some people have been. These people aren’t the majority, they’re just loud. That’s why whenever I’ve been making posts about this season I’ve been putting them in Luke and Nicola’s tags. If you have other social media accounts spamming the cast and their tags with love, complements, or just anything that’s not hateful to counter the hate spamming that they get is always a good idea too.
All that being said if it is all too much I always recommend just stepping away from social media for a second. It can be very overwhelming and hard to remember that it’s not real life, so if you ever feel like it’s effecting you too much just check in with yourself and walk away, for at least a bit.
I know that’s not great advice, but I’m going to post this in all of the tags that I use for bridgerton to see if anyone else has any advice that might be a bit more helpful. I’m very sorry that you’ve been experiencing this too and I hope that it gets better. Thank you so much for liking my blog, that really did make my day
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apple-salad · 1 year ago
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Petticoats for Farutetto JSK
AKA an attempt at putting the butt in Farutetto..if I can say that?
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Note: I will be referring to Farutetto as Faltetto in this post as MM has previously translated the dress name as such.
I'm honestly not really sure why I wrote this post, and I'm regretting it a little having finished writing it because the topic seems pointless, but if you like maximum poof, then maybe this niche blog topic is for you.
Related posts about farutetto/faltetto dress: Unboxing (2023 mist and navy), Mary Magdalene faltetto history (long), 1st coordinate post
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Mary Magdalene's stock photos for Faltetto picture it bustled with a highly raised back, but they really left it as an exercise for the reader when it comes to achieving this effect ourselves.
Bustle-able skirts are common enough in classic lolita, but we don't have a lot of lolita petticoat options that provide a historical-style rump. Not to mention that the bustle effect going on above is quite extreme.
Some petticoats that I can think of that have increased back volume are Sheglit's Victorian pannier, and some of Victorian Maiden's old petticoats.
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left: VM Hip Up Middle Tulle Pannier, right: VM Hip Up Pannier
The VM petticoats appear to be designed to be used with their bustle skirts, with a few extra tiers of hard tulle to help provide a slight volume to the outer skirt.
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Sheglit Long Bustle Pannier
Sheglit's is similar, with a large amount of tulle gathered near the hips for an Edwardian silhouette. I don't own this petticoat, but it might work with faltetto if the petticoat is wide enough to stuff more volume underneath.
For me, I think these types of petticoats weren't quite going to cut it... I needed huge back poof. Or at least needed to try...
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Here is faltetto without any petticoats. The dress itself has no additional volume built in, so it's pretty flat. The lining is as densely (or nearly) gathered as the outer chiffon, so you could argue it is giving a tiny bit of volume. But still, quite flat.
I have collected too many petticoats over the years and own about a million at this point, so note that the petticoats I am layering here are only a guide and should be achievable if you own 2 or 3 relatively poofy petticoats of your own.
I use a couple not very poofy petticoats as a base layer to help hold up the larger upper petticoat layers.
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Layer 1 is a Malco Modes 580 ("Zooey"), which is a light-poof petti.
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Layer 2: Just a deflated Mary Magdalene Pannier-skirt for a tiny bit more volume
You could probably use one decently poofy A-line or 1 quite poofy, slightly longer bell petti instead.
I layer a short bell shaped petticoat on top of these to give more volume to the upper portion of the skirt. A-line pettis tend to be quite bottom heavy and I think the delicate chiffon fabric of faltetto needs consistent support along its silhouette, or else it looks weird.
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Layer 3 is AP's "short organdy pannier"
These are the base layers. Next I add a back cushion to help hold up all the layers that will follow. It helps a lot in creating a "shelf" effect at the back.
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The cushion itself is made from kona cotton (scraps can also be used) with a pattern that I freehanded off of examples of edwardian back pads online. I don't think the exact shape matters that much--you could probably tie a literal tiny cushion to your hips. But the dimensions of this one are approximately this if you want to try it yourself:
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You can round off the sides into a kind of 3-oval shape, or cut out a smooth semicircle, I don't think it will make much of a difference for this purpose.
After trying this setup with the upper layers added and finding the bustle effect not jutting out enough, I decided to add an extra volume layer just to the back. I don't have anything purpose-made right now, so I made do with a deflated bell shaped petticoat folded in half (and folded again slightly around the edges to keep the total pinned width about 3/4 of the waist) and pinned to the cushion.
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The result so far is weird, but maybe it works...
The last actual petticoat layer is Angelic Pretty's "Long Organdy Pannier". I don't think AP makes these anymore, but they are a approx. 50cm long, gently bell-shaped petticoat designed for the longer dresses AP was releasing around 2016~2020. I find the longer length quite good for sweet-classic when the skirt of a JSK or OP is a little longer, or achieving a little more poof around the upper part of the skirt with certain longer classic pieces. It's not extremely poofy on its own, but I personally enjoy using it for various poof purposes.
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Layer 6 or so (?) (AP Long Organdy Pannier)
This final petticoat layer also helps smooth out the bustle silhouette, from the front to the raised back.
Finally, on top of all that a tiered underskirt is layered on top. Faltetto doesn't have any built in underskirt (just a lining, which is expected to be bustled up with the main fabric), so it's more attractive to add some ruffles to the back that are visible when the skirt is lifted. Unfortunately, at this point the petticoats are so wide that I don't seem to have any underskirt wide enough for the entire circumference of the poof.
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This is the result, but I actually wouldn't recommend positioning an underskirt like the above because the length of the underskirt didn't end up matching the length of the skirt, being quite a bit too short instead (and not really in a nice bustled looking way, in my opinion). In my initial worn photos, I instead fold the underskirt in half and pin it to the waistband of my petticoat (and then pin the underskirt up a little bit since doing this made it a bit too long), which kind of worked but also wasn't really a great solution. I might need to make my own super wide underskirt, or something...thoughts for another time.
Lastly, the dress can be added over top everything! And don't forget to bustle the dress. It's not an entirely intuitive process for first-timers, but there are loops on the back of the dress that you thread the bustle ties through and further tie into a knot. I might try to post a reel of this process eventually (and will update later if I do), but here are some pictures which muddily attempt to express how the bustle is tied:
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It was about at this point that I realized that this JSK had a minor factory defect, but thankfully it was easily and very quickly fixed.
And so, here is how the dress looks with all those layers underneath from different angles!
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From the front, it looks pretty much like a normal petticoat is being worn with it. I hope this is enough back poof, but what do you think...?
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And here are some extra photos of this coordinate to show the set up worn. I can tell that this arrangement might not be very sustainable for a full day, so I will probably be tweaking the petticoat arrangement further in the future.
Last note: As you might be able to tell, I don't own any hoop or wire petticoats, so I can't really give good advice or opinions on where they would fit in here. A hoop skirt that has a rump in its silhouette would be historically on point and probably work quite well, but you would likely have to make a custom one with shorter length. I really don't know enough about mid 19th century fashion to comment on this either, though. But maybe I might attempt it some day!
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moodymisty · 1 year ago
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Hello, i'm actually new to this blog, and was wondering if i could request something for either War or Death from Darksiders? i honestly don't mind wether it ends up sfw or nsfw! Anyways, would love some headcanons for War or Death (i'll leave the choice of which of them to you!) with a chubby and short female S/O for what a relationship would be like? Again, can be sfw or nsfw, or both X3
Hope you have a awesome day/night! 😁
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Author's Note: Hello, and welcome to the madhouse, we cook self indulgence here. I was originally just going to do Death, but I had too many ideas and decided to just do both of them. Also as a 158cm girl, I feel this prompt in my soul.
Relationships: Death/Fem!Reader, War/Fem!Reader (Reader is implied to be shorter than average and also a lil chubby)
Warnings: Some NSFW (not explicit just a little lewd implication) content along the SFW stuff, Not really much of note
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✦ War ✦
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SFW
War has always known Humans to be some of the smaller of the Realms inhabitants, but when he'd first met you, he never realized that a full grown human could be this, teeny.
Your relationship makes him realize just how tall he really is; Sure he was the tallest of his fellow Horsemen despite being the youngest, but you can barely reach his chest. It was the main thing that had grabbed his attention at first and had him thinking about you.
He often picks you up with one arm so you're sitting on his forearm, and you wrap one arm around his shoulder while his hand cups the side of your thigh. It's not as if he thinks you're incapable of doing anything, it's just that War has trouble making his gait slow enough in order for you to keep up with much smaller legs. This is just easier, and you don't seem to mind.
Secretly thinks it's the cutest thing when you try and hold his hand- especially with his gauntlets on.
Your small and soft nature absolutely triggers some sort of instinctive, protective feeling in him. He tries to hide it and remain stoic, but he's always in your shadow.
While he isn’t apposed to getting on one knee and giving you a kiss on the lips (War doesn’t ignore the power you have that you can get a Horsemen of the Apocalypse to kneel before you) he most often leans down to give you a kiss on the top of the head. War finds initiating affection daunting as he's quite unfamiliar with it, and as such you’ll usually have to do so. A kiss on the head is one of the rare things he’ll do unprompted.
War absolutely adores how soft you are. As the largest and strongest of the Horsemen he’s used to being a ruthless battering ram, so touching such soft things is something incredibly foreign to him. You’ll have to convince him you aren’t that fragile, but once you do he loves to hold your body close and maybe even fall asleep. Sometimes you'll catch his hand on your thigh or hip just gently holding onto you.
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You have eyes way too big for your stomach.
And it’s not any more apparent then when you’re with War alone and he’s stripped of all his armor, and you realize just how massive he still is. It wasn't as if you thought he wasn't big per say, it's just, you assumed his armor was more of his mass than... This. He's still gargantuan.
It's even more so obvious to him; As when he puts his hands on your body, he realizes how much they swallow you and how soft you feel.
He worries enough during the day about accidentally hurting you, but this just dials it up to eleven.
War has, trouble containing his more aggressive emotions at times, and he’s worried in his fervor and passion he’ll wound you. If he did, he’d never forgive himself.
As such it takes him a decent while to be able to do anything you would consider somewhat rough or doesn't involve him holding back to quite a degree. It's hard for him to believe you aren't actually that fragile.
Sometimes you find him almost getting distracted by how soft you are, his hands squeezing your sides or thighs. It's like he's lost in thought.
He loves it when you sit on his lap. Be it in any scenario. Doing so is one of the easiest ways to make sure he is very much paying attention to you.
✦ Death ✦
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Death may be shorter than War, but that doesn't say he's short by any means, at least according to a human metric. As such you're often times cocking your head up quite far to look him in the eyes; Which often times bear down on you so intensely you shrink.
He jokes about your height quite a bit, but it's in his usual wry, humorless wit. Things like asking if you need help getting up stairs or getting onto Despair with an amused strain to his voice.
Dust loves you. He usually sleeps on the headboard of your bed, but if Death isn't around he'll often times hop down and lay down on your belly or back, at least until Death returns. The Reaper sometimes leaves his crow with you to keep an eye (and give you some company) on you, and he'll often return to his giant curmudgeon of a bird on your thighs. He likes how soft they are and how much real estate he has to fluff up.
Secretly enjoys putting his chin on your head and resting it there. It makes you upset which he finds amusing, but there's a closeness to it that he likes. He enjoys the feeling of you being happy in his personal space.
He is ceaselessly overprotective at times. A lot of the time. You're so much smaller and softer than most of the denizens of the realms he's used to, whenever you get close to them he's instantly thinking of the worst possible outcomes. He tries to hold it in most of the time, but there's been more than a few times you've felt him looming right behind you just emanating hatred, or grabbing your shoulder to pull you back away from something or someone.
He'll try and play the 'ugh affection' card quite a bit, but he loves when you pull him down to give him a kiss on his cheek or mask. As long as you're not too overbearing he'll generally let it slide. But he, doesn't feel deserving of it- of you, though he enjoys it none the less.
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Death hasn't felt like this about anyone for long enough that he struggles to remember. He just knows he cannot fuck this up.
To have someone care about him this way and to be so vulnerable, whenever he thinks about it he nearly doesn't know how to act.
It's like the Creator himself made you in such a way that it drives him up a wall. The first time you undressed in front of him he actually froze for a moment, to the point you thought you did something wrong.
It's actually quite easy to tease him, but not in the way you think. Lewd comments get next to no reaction, he's been there done that. Things like gently holding onto his arm, telling him you missed him; Those are the things that work.
Unlike War, Death is far more capable of holding in his strength, so he doesn't have as much of the same fear regarding hurting you. It's still there just, not as overt.
Loves the feeling of your hands on his bare skin. They're so soft, sometimes he can barely feel them.
Since you are so short, it's so easy for him to trap your body underneath him. Sometimes it surprises him how pliable you are to it, to him (not many would want Death itself to loom over them, especially in this way) but he'll still greedily indulge. He loves the way you look up at him.
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shiraishi--kanade · 2 months ago
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Okay I want to clarify smth with my (fairly poor) understanding & revision & not as much emotion:
- Fan translations of events that have already ended will (most likely) be fine. It's both stated directly that the rules and it's also because after the event is done sega compiles it and puts in on YT themselves, so it's no longer "exclusive". As far as copyright is concerned that's open access.
> UNLESS EnSekai team will want to do something about those. Which I doubt they will because EnSekai just doesn't care one bit about anything. And if they wanted to they'd already start doing it, because pre-global release fan translations of main stories & very early events are still around.
> I do see the tl teams putting translations on hold before the end of the event just to be safe though. It depends, but it's likely that the "reading the episodes as soon as the team is done translating" won't be a thing anymore.
> On that note please do remember that sega can do whatever they want forever & nobody can stop them so if they decide that fan tl is not okay one day (a similar thing has happened before with Enstars) we can do nothing about it. My point about media preservation stands.
- What won't be fine is people posting snippets of the current event stories with more than 5 lines and side stories (I'm not sure if it's about current ones or like just in general). It was already not okay tbh, we've just been reminded about it, so it's reasonably to assume they're going to double down on that.
- I still maintain the position that it's not a coincidence it's happening now.
- That said it's also definitely in retaliation to people posting a lot and carelessly about the recent Connect Live, which is meant to be an exclusive paywalled event (as stupid as I think it is). Sega gives a lot of fuck about those & it's not news.
- The prohibition on posting the MVs is just full of shit lol how do you base your game around getting costumes and then... Not let people show off their costumes... Are you stupid. This is stupid. Thousand hammers for you.
> This is also probably a pointer into fixed camera mvs being not okay in Sega's eyes but we'll see.
- In general I think these rules are just shitty. Some of them are very obvious like people blogging about connect lives on twt did it to themselves. But if you want to avoid major spoilers you can... Not go on an app where you can see spoilers...? It's not that difficult.
> I can't say about other media platforms but tumbrl will probably be fine even if you post like 30 screenshots from the ongoing event, because tumbrl staff generally couldn't care less. They can copyright you but tumbrl doesn't remove text posts as a general rule and they're just. Bad at banning people. I think if you want to discuss the current event while it's running tumbrl will be your best bet still (sans like, discord & messenger apps)
- It's hard to say where Sekaibest is right now. They technically do break the rules but you'd have to purposely search out & press buttons to get the spoilers, so that excuse doesn't fly. Card side stories rule? Who knows at this point.
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neilwroteathing · 1 year ago
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I don't know what to title this, but here you'll read of my Murder Drones OC
It's time! I wanted to make a post about my Murder Drones OC since me and a couple of frens have been roleplaying with them lately, so to give more to this blog and add characters that maybe people enjoy and ask, I present to you in a lengthy post:
Boone Doser
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Lots of thank u's, pat pats and sm more to my lovely friend over on instagram @d3athup0n for gifting me this for my birthday, as a bust reference of the big man himself. In this post you'll get to know more about him and maybe a note here or there about the process of developing him.
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Unit BD2, otherwise known by his co-workers as 'Boone Doser' is an Industrial type of Worker Drone within the world of Murder Drones.
Industrial Drones (IDs) are different from Worker Drones (WDs) for the way that they're heavily altered by a company and given specific programming to work as an automated heavy machine and perform more arduous tasks individually. Drones like these were a safe way for humans to have machinery identical to those such as Bobcats, Forklifts, TLBs and like Boone Doser's name implies, Bulldozers.
Yes I'm proud of that pun name
Boone was designed to function in the way of serving in heavy facilities that would require digging, moving rubble or in his case, aid in digging operations.
One of the few models of his generation, Boone was the 2nd model of the Bulldozer line, which was only 5 models total made before the next generation of Industrial Drones was developed. Boone is part of the 3rd generation of IDs and was sent to work in the mining facility located in Copper 9.
Equipped with a heavy duty casing, flexible joints with more rigid segments on his extremities and almost armor-like plating, Boone is built to be heavy and put up high torque. The blades on his back can be removed and attached to his arms, then to be used for pushing and digging by splitting in two parts and connecting once together on his arms.
Another feature not visible is that he does not possess the typical legs a WD would, but instead have his entire feet and part of the ankle be replaced by two sturdy wheels with high grip to traverse smoothly over rocky terrain and step across mud piles without getting stuck.
With all this torque and power, he is a hard machine to break apart without special equipment, blades themselves able to withstand plenty of damage (like a shield).
He wears work approved clothing, such as a safety mining vest, safety goggles and a hardhat (with his name scribbled on the left side)
ALSO HIS HAIR IS MADE OF WIRES AND AH I LOVE HOW IT LOOKS.
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Lots of blah blah about his design and origin, and yes I invented a whole new brand of Drones just for this, bite me.
Now to the fun part!
His lore!
Grengcore was the name of the company owner of the mining facility where Boone worked, which was a company entirely set within Copper 9.
Boone was created in 3040 and sent to one of the mining resource plant, in which he'd work with humans and drones until Copper 9's explosion, which caused the death of the humans and leaving all drones to continue work on their own (which was hard, since none was taught how to send a spaceship with the mined material anywhere)
Either way, he'd develop relationships with almost all workers and mostly positive ones too, him being quite upstanding and serviceable as can be, optimistic, even eventually, developing a link for one of the workers within, being a girl that he'd work alongside with daily, even together during breaks.
This link would continue to flourish into a code full of love, where he and this worker would decide to create their own starter neural network, AKA a child of their own, a compromise solidified after a wedding within the facility, where two rings of quartz were worn to seal the promise and become husband and wife.
After the big day, Boone would be given his name by the workers, who all called him B-2, and his name would be scribbled onto his helmet as a fun gift from his wife.
Time passed, and while working during break hours, a sudden cave-in happened, that crushed the entrance in due to something causing too much movement nearby. The workers instructed Boone to
'Just continue digging'
He'd continue as instructed, expecting the others to soon dig out the entrance as he discovered the cave in to be far more risky to clean out from inside with the chance of a complete breakdown of the tunnel being dug if attempted from the inside.
He'd just keep digging.
The assurance calls from the intercom ceased, and his order remained unchanged
The visits from his wife through the speaker on the single camera mounted in the room prior to the tunnel stopped coming
He wouldn't hear the gibberish of his child with the sweet voice of his wife
His code began to deteriorate with one order starting to freeze onto his programming
1095 days went by as he continued to work non-stop
He had no idea what happened as the days went by
He had no knowledge of where anyone was
He had no other things he knew besides to dig
to replace damaged blades
eat from a huge boxed supply of batteries
run out of wires to light up the tunnel
run out of working explosives
his body wearing away
and finally, becoming a hollow husk of what once was a worker with pride, with friends, with a loving partner and a child he wanted to provide proper parenting to.
If only he knew the carnage that had gone down back in his home, but alas, all he knew now was few things:
Just keep digging, to throw ore to the left, dirt and stone to the right, replace damaged equipment.
Boone Doser became the sole survivor of the mining facility, but not without severe impact to his own self. Only one thing would be able to maybe help him return to reality, and it came in the form of a faulty Disassembly Drone, who took pity on his miserable state, and offered him to escape.
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Okay that was way more than I expected to write-
BUT YEAH THAT'S BOONE DOSER
If you managed to reach this part like... I'm proud of u, and if you want, you can ask Boone questions, see if his poor CPU can answer them.
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hutaoscoffinn · 2 years ago
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Omg hello just found out your blog and !!! I’m so happy a Honkai wlw writer, and you write so well too, you’re a blessing !!! Since your req are open, may I ask for either Morbius or Einstein NSFW headcanon ? If you’d rather write a Drabble then I would propose her overstimulating reader-chan? <3 thank you so much, I hope you’re doing well, please have a great day!!!
Oh bless a Mobius request I’ve been waiting for this one shes so fine its unfair
Warnings: NSFW, BDSM themes, smut, hard dom mobius, afab reader, sub reader, mentions of choking, controlled shocking, overstimulation, restraining, vibrators, dildos, very hard smut
Character: Mobius
Requests: OPEN
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Letting Mobius have her way with you is basically asking to be practically tortured
Mobius is incredibly sadistic and teasing which has been shown time and time again throughout the Elysian Realm arc of the story
This can and will translate into your sex life with Mobius so I hope you are a least a little masochistic because her sadistic side takes over during sex
Mobius loves to put you through as much pleasurable pain as physically possible
She loves to experiment with your body to see what will get you off and what gives you a harder orgasm compared to other things
She makes a science out of if and even has notes on what gets you off faster and harder
You two have tried everything under the sun from more vanilla type things like fingering and oral to Mobius fucking you with a strap and or a vibrator to things that align more with the realm of BDSM like controlled shocking, whipping, harsh spanking, tying you up, ect
Mobius herself prefers these harsher styles of sex, loving how desperate and pathetic you look as she shocks your clit while choking you and forcing you to watch as she overstimulates you to hell and back
Every session with her ends in you dizzy and lightheaded from how many orgasms she forced your body through
Your thighs will be shaky and cheeks stained with tears, any makeup you were wearing ruined and smudged all over your face while Mobius herself will look pristine as ever
You don’t get to touch Mobius often when you two have sex because she prefers making you a mess of her design
However, there will be moments where Mobius decides to grace you with her body and allow you to touch her
Whatever you end up doing though, just know that she will be in charge every step of the way
Even if you are the one topping Mobius, your fingers knuckles deep inside of her or if your mouth is on her slick cunt, she is the one in control
Testing that control that Mobius has and takes oh so much pride in will not end well for you
That is unless you like being unable to think coherently for the next hours that the scientist decides to keep you trapped in her grip
She will leave you covered in marks from her nails that raise your skin and make it sore, perhaps even drawing some blood from how harshly she scratches you
Your legs will be numb when shes done, throat sore from crying out for her and as soon as the pleasure stops, it’s honestly a feat if you manage to not pass out almost immediately
Sex with Mobius typically takes place in her lab so that she can lock the doors to make sure no one can see what she is doing to you
That and because her lab has all of the equipment she now considers necessary for any and all sessions she has with you
Her lab contains the constraints she crafted for your body, all types of vibrators and silicon dildos of various sizes, shapes, and colors
Any extra equipment like whips, chains, shocking devices, clips and machines with various uses that she has or has not used on you yet
Her lab is also soundproof so that no one but her can hear every last noise you make during sessions because lord knows how long she makes you
Besides, she would never be able to live down any teasing from the others if they found out and Elysia would be quick to point out how it seems like Mobius has a soft spot for you
While Mobius claims that the sex she has with you contains no love and is simply a chore and an experiment she is completing
Even you can tell that with each session, her softspot for you grows decimals at a time
Perhaps in the near future she will admit that she sees you as more than a labrat for her sexual experiments and will come to terms with her feelings
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caitierose-butwithfics · 1 year ago
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Birds Of A Feather
Description: After the events of Majesty, Jack decides it's time to move out of Nightswan tower, at least until they can defeat Nightswan for good. But when his final trip home turns more bitter then sweet, he finds help and sympathy in the most unlikely of places.
Authors Note: This is my first fic on this site, so please remember to reblog, like, and share your love. This particular fic is not based on any other preexisting fic. This is based on a prompt from the fabulous @anja-the-sane-sibling, so make sure to show them some love as well!! If you have a prompt you would like me to write about, make sure to message me!!! I also have a different blog, @caitlynnrosespn, which is my primary blog. (Side note: In advance, I would like to apologize for any missing special characters, since Tumblr is causing me issues :D)(Side note #2: If the panic attack scene reads a bit too much like Imperfect's panic attack scene, that's mostly because @thornkinglegacy is a terrific writer who perfectly wrote what being triggered looks like. I have PTSD, so I'm basing my scene off of actual triggers I experience:D)
VIEWER DISCRETION: There is discussion of child abuse, child neglect, and alcoholism. Characters are depicted to have scars on their persons, and one character experiences a trauma related panic attack. Mention of bruises, burns, and blood.
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Jack paced his old room impatiently. Wanderlust and the others insisted on helping Jack pack up his things, despite the fact that Mother had not allowed him to own much more than the clothes on his back. They said that this day may be quite hard on his own, and he should have others to help him. In a way they were quite right.
Jack had never lived anywhere outside of the Tower; had never even ventured outside of Cygnus. All his life he had been deepened on Mother to live, depended on her to decide he was worth something enough to keep him alive. Now that the Tower was empty of all inhabitants, Jack thought that he could just survive there until he figured out a better living situation. But things were... strange here. Odd things kept happening to Jack. He could be going down the stairs, and almost be to the bottom when he would suddenly reappear at the top. Or when he tries to sleep, how the second he drifts off a million hands seems to appear out of nowhere and cling on to him. Only when he wakes up, the feeling disappears instantly. Jack couldn't remember the last time he actually slept.
Wanderlust had asked his father about it,and his father said that it was possible that they were just lingering effects of Mother's magic. She had managed to disturb the Flow of millions of Dancers, after all. But, he also said that there was a possibility that Mother knew Jack was back in the Tower, and was trying to reach him through her magic. He said that that might explain why Jack felt like millions of hands were trying to drag him away in his dreams. Because they might be trying to drag him back to her.
Either way, The Traveler had suggested that Jack live with him while they sort things out. Jack would be safe with them, he had said, since The Traveler already had extensive barriers against dark magic around his home. They were quite the powerful family, after all. Jack had, at first, rejected the offer. For one, he barely knew Wanderlust's family. For years Mother had told him that they were terrible people, and while Jack knew she was probably lying, years of conditioning does wonders on one's psyche. And for another, if they were truly good people, he didn't want to put them in harms way. The Traveler may be powerful, but Jack had seen his Mother's power too. Were these magical barriers truly enough to keep them all safe from Mother's magic?
But despite his protests, Wanderlust was persistent. He was the only reason Jack eventually agreed. He trusted the Prince, and if he genuinely thought this was a good plan, that Jack will trust him.
Almost as if thinking about him summoned him, a portal appeared behind Jack, and four giggling people stepped out. Wanderlust, with Sara, Brezziana, and Mihaly. Their good mood was almost enough to brighten Jack's dim room. Almost.
"Jack!" Brezziana was always the first one to rush forward and give him a huge hug. Ever since the battle with Mother, Brezziana took every opportunity to remind him that he was one of them, despite who his mother was.
"You are about twenty minutes late," Jack said with a small smile, bending down slightly to wrap his arms around the energetic Dancer.
"We would have been on time if Mihaly hadn't lost their earbuds!"
Mihaly stood, admiring the room, earbuds surely blasting music, completely oblivious to the new attention turned their way. They spun on one foot, suddenly realizing all eyes were turned on them. They removed one earbud, and sure enough music loudly blared out of it. "What?"
That was met with more laughter as Mihaly did their customary bow. Mihaly was not one for physical touch, which Jack appreciated. Sara, on the other hand, gave him a soft hug. She always seemed to understand him better than the others, treating him gently and giving him space when needed.
Lastly, Wanderlust stepped forward, giving him his signature bow with the biggest smile. Jack gave him a slight bow in response. He didn't really know what was the right way to respond to his greetings, but that always seemed to work alright.
Brezziana bit her lip, taking the room into consideration. "Is this your room Jack?"
"Always has been."
Brezziana touched one of the gray walls. "But it just seems so..."
"Lifeless? I believe that's the point."
His friends looked at him, shock, disbelief, and sympathy all toying with their features. They knew his life was far from pretty, but now being inside of his childhood room, everything he said about his childhood felt different. Jack looked down, suddenly ashamed. He had been careful not to share too much about his childhood. Had they seen too much already?
The silence seemed to stretch out forever before Wanderlust finally said, a bit too cheerfully, "I have an idea! How about me, Brezziana, and Mihaly stay here to pack up your room, and you and Sara go and see if there's anything around the Tower you would like to take with us?" Brezziana nodded eagerly, while Mihaly shared a small smile. Jack stood for a moment, scared to venture much past his bedroom door. Finally, he nodded. His mother kept many things from him in this Tower, and it would do him good to find them again.
Sara grabbed his hand and gently guided out of the room, where the others were already packing up anything they could find. Their laughter, and Brezziana's startled "Dios mio, Wanderlust! Who taught you to pack?" were soon nothing but echoes in the halls.
"So, where do you want to start?" Sara asked, inspecting the walls of the Tower. Jack stared straight ahead, thinking about everything that he could possibly want from his childhood home. His clothes, of course, maybe a few trinkets from his room, his ca-
Oh no. His cane.
"Shit!"
"What's wrong?"
"My cane. It's in my rehearsal room."
"Oh. Oh no."
The rehearsal room. The room where he spent every waking moment of his childhood. The room where his mom tortured him with endless hours of dancing, singing, and beatings if he was not perfect. Jack could feel the sting of her claws still, making deep cuts on his face and his arms.
"Jack? I could go and grab it for you."
He shook his head. No, that wouldn't do. Because then he would be left alone. And he couldn't be alone right now. He couldn't go back to his room either. That would worry the others, and they would panic more than Sara if they saw him like this. The only option was to press forward.
He moved, almost mechanically, towards that dreaded room. Sara followed at a safe distance, biting her lip nervously. She was unsure of what she should do, what would even help at this point.
Jack considered leaving it, but that wasn't an option either. It was left for him by his father, and one of the only things from Father that Mother actually let him have. He couldn't leave that behind.
He reached the room, breathing heavy. The mirrors, identical to the ones underneath the performance room, were reflecting back his panicked face. In, out. He tried to keep breathing as he entered the room, unwelcome memories pouring in. Memories of his mom stalking the doorway, watching him dance. Watching him continuously fail. Always there to remind him what the cost of failure was. Such painful reminders, they always were.
There. His cane was lying, neglected, in the middle of the room. He just had to grab it and get the fuck out of here. But he could barely breathe, his vision blurry. Sara called his name, distressed. She had been calling his name for a little while, but he couldn't hear.
He dropped to his knees suddenly, unable to go further. He pulled his knees close to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut so hard that he could see patterns in his visions.
"Again." Mother would demand, watching him fall to the floor in exhaustion, not moving to help him up again.
"I can't," He would breathe in exhaustion. It didn't matter if he was 8, or 12, or 15, or as of just recently, 18. That response always would get her moving. She would stand over him, waiting for him to get up on his own. But he never could. Exhausted, sleep deprived, and starved, Jack couldn't move. So Mother made him. She would grab him by the arm, or the collar of his shirt, or his throat, and force him back to his feet, her claws always so close to tearing his skin. Sometimes she would cut him, to make a point.
"Did I say you could practice until you couldn't?"
"No, Mother."
"So when did I say you could stop practicing?"
"Mother, I can't do much mo-" A hard smack to his face would always cut him off. Those claws would often times would cut deep into his skin as well, leaving it blue, black, and covered in blood.
"When, Jack, did I say you could stop practicing?"
"When it's perfect," he would whisper pitifully.
"And is it perfect."
"No, Mother."
"Then you will keep practicing. I don't care how long it takes, I don't care if you drop dead! It will be perfect!"
She would throw him to the ground like a ragdoll, and it would take all of his willpower to stand up and keep practicing.
Jack could feel each tiny little scar on his arms, each one of them from her. She had always shamed him for how easily his arms scared. If he was truly strong, she said, she wouldn't be able to hurt him as easily. But he wasn't strong, Mother would taunt. He was weak. Fragile. Nothing. A failure.
Even now, he could hear her voice yell at him for messing up once again. Jack. Jack. Jack! JACK!
"JACK! Can you hear me?"
Jack blinked in surprise. That wasn't Mother's voice. He looked up to a shocking display.
Sara sat on her jacket, directly across from him, palms up. She was so concerned, her eyes focused on him. But that was the least shocking thing about her.
This was the first time he had seen Sara without her jacket. Scars danced up her arms, mostly burns that looked like they were caused by a cigarette, but some cut scars as well.
It took a second for her to notice where his gaze was, but when she finally did, she put her hands down and instead thrust her arms towards Jack for inspection.
"These? They were caused by my father. He always had a hot temper, but when my mom left him and I when I was 10? He uh... he found his comfort in other things. Alcohol, mostly. And when he was drunk, his temper turned from hot to scorching. And I guess I looked a little too much like my mom when he was drunk, so he took all the anger directed at her out on me." She gave an empty chuckle, lowering her arms. "That's why I poured so much of myself into my job. Why I hid myself. Wanderlust taught me to live when he transported me here. You guys helped me heal."
Jack stared at her, shocked. He would have never guessed that he and Sara were so...similar. She knew his pain. Things made so much more sense now. She looked him in the eye and gave him a small smile.
"You don't have to hide what you went through Jack. You're not weak because of the things she put you through. You were vulnerable, and she took advantage of that. But she's gone. We are here for you, now." She reached out and gently held out his hand. "And you are safe now."
Jack stared at Sara, something building in him. Safe? He didn't think he deserved safety. Love. But maybe Sara was right. Maybe...
Jack couldn't help it as uncontrollable tears slid down his checks. Sara smiled sadly, and wrapped her arms around him gently as he wept quietly on her shoulder. It felt good. Years and years of pain, sadness, and broken trust all let out in a moment. Sara gently rubbed his back, reassuring and encouraging him to let it all out.
Minutes, who knows how many, passed before Jack finally sat back, taking a wavering deep breath. "We should go back before they start to worry."
"Of course."
"First, I should probably grab my ca-" Jack looked up from wiping his eyes, to see Sara standing, already holding his cane.
"You needed some space, so I thought I would grab it for you," Sara said with a smile as she offered him her hand.
He accepted with a similar smile, only ruined a tiny bit by his red rimmed eyes. "Good idea."
He held his cane in one hand, Sara's hand in another, as they walked together out of the room that held so much hurt, so much pain. But no longer did it hold any power over Jack.
"Sara?"
"Hm?"
"Thank you. Thank you for... well... thank you."
Sara met his eyes with a kind smile. "Anytime.
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Back with the others, Wanderlust, Brezziana, and Mihaly had made quick work of Jack's room. Thankfully, the red in Jack's eyes had gone down. He will tell them everything, eventually, but not yet.
"You ready?" Wanderlust asked with the biggest smile on his face. The excitement he had over having a new roommate was almost palpable.
Jack took one last look at the childhood room. The room that was vacant of life, vacant of light. It hadn't changed much, they hadn't taken much. No longer would he have to dread sleeping in this barren room. He looked down at Sara, who had a reassuring smile on her face, and took a deep breath.
"Yeah. I'm ready."
And all together, he walked through the portal with his four friends, into new beginnings.
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plant-a-memory-garden · 2 months ago
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10/05/24
I am so tired. Life lately feels like putting out one fire as three more pop up. I’m struggling with my hemicrania continua, my pain levels have been 7/10 on a good day. 9/10 nights have become more common, the nausea, the pressure, the ice pick stabbing behind my eye as my temple pounds hard. Sometimes I wonder if I could pop my eye ball out if it would just explode from the pressure and pain.
Physical therapy for my herniated L10-12 disc… as the first three visits progressed over the span of a week and a half, I began having sciatic nerve pain on my left side. They said this was normal. Visit three I expressed my pain and they decided to run a thera gun over the areas. The electric zaps from not only the pressure but the vibration of the gun had my body twitching as he “worked” on me. “You’re jumpy” he says. “No, I’m having electric zaps in certain areas” I reply. I left in tears. “We will be more gentle next visit” they said “we didn’t realize how much you had going on” the pain ringing through my head as I lay on the table in disbelief. As if I didn’t have two prior PT sessions… as if in our consultation (and the notes I saw) I didn’t explain in depth about my chronic neck pain in C3-C5, my hemicrania continua on right side, my nerve ablation notes and all areas of my pain in depth. I went home nauseated with a left sided headache (different than my continuous HC headache which is on my right side) wondering if the Thera gun in my neck earlier had activated something. As I returned home praying the left side would stop, as I then had both sides of my head busting at different intervals. A few days later, Hurricane Helene affected the blue ridge mountains where I live. My neuro had me on a prednisone taper and after that I’m now on gabapentin slowly moving up.
The mass destruction of my surrounding homeland and communities following the aftermath of Hurricane Helene over Western North Carolina has been astronomical and unbelievable. I have so many emotions and each day is different however I am so grateful to be safe and alive along with my family.
Each day I’m exploring new specifics of my chronic pain and new found nerve pain as it slowly heals as well. Mixed with my light left sided headache (somehow connected to my SCM muscles and their pain) as well as my HC right side. They have very different feelings to them, different pulsations, sledge hammer, and ice pick modes. I can’t wait until it heals and hopefully dissipates on the left side. I’ve become more “used” to my HC side but accepting the new realities of the state of my body, recovery, and overall health feels overwhelming to say the least. So I created blog as a safe place to share my thoughts, feelings, and connect with community. And also reblog relatable content whether that be inspirational quotes, artistic creations, adorable animals, disability awareness/stories, poetry (a lot of poetry) and just overall things I connect with that bring me glimmers of peace, happiness and comfort.
We will survive The Great War.
Xoxo
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science-slapfight · 2 years ago
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ROUND 1 POLL 6
24. Dr. Diana Diamond (She/Her) @numberposting
She's a science lady. She's trans. AND she's a lil stupid and lame!!! She's got it all!!! She lives in a universe where “mad scientist” is an Actual job you can get, she literally has a degree in Mad Science! She’s Very adamant that mad science is all about pushing the limits of science without being “constrained” by ethical standards set by society, which is to say that she has a moral compass made of swiss cheese. Hashtag girlboss <3
While some people can be a liiittle off-put by her basement-turned-lab containing fun death lasers, she’s honestly just a dweeb once you get to know her. When she’s not conducting weird experiments for mysterious benefactors (or just for personal enjoyment), she’s hanging out with her epic and cool wife Alice!!
Although Diana can be a lil withdrawn, Alice’s optimistic and excitable personality really brings out the best in her!! They do almost everything together: Baking, stargazing, long walks on the beach, vivisecting people… Her wife is super normal btw don’t even worry about it <3
In short, you should vote for certified sillygirl Diana becuz:
1. She’s a funnie trans lesbian
2. She loves her wife SO much
3. She didn’t get a PhD in Mad Science for nothin’
4. She listens almost exclusively to They Might be Giants and Oingo Boingo
5. She could use the validation tbh
6. She lost the last poll she was in on round 1 isn't that so sad :(
7. I love her :D
Also she does enjoy cupcakes!! She prefers cookies tho <3 If given a cupcake she'd probs just give it to Alice cuz that's what love is all about!!
Relevant Links: She has a whole Neocities blog site thing!! It hasn't been updated in a long while cuz College Hard BUT it'll be updated again sometime in the future!! https://diamondexperiments.neocities.org/
20. Dr. Vincent Dufresne (He/Him) @certifiedwerewolf
Vincent began his career as a surgeon but even before he decided to be a doctor he's always been fascinated by the idea of what the human body COULD be and the lengths we could push it to if we got rid of all those pesky "ethical concerns" that prevent medical knowledge from truly progressing. During his internship with the exceedingly kind and patient Dr. Josef Mazzanti, he was part of a life or death experiment that saved the life of his future (temporary) fiance by making him a cyborg; he also, during this time, met Harry Harcourt, who shared his fascination with the possibilities of the human body but in a more "his body specifically" way. In attempting to get closer to Harry so he could gaslight gatekeep girlboss Harry into being his personal human guinea pig, he was brought into service of the immortal witch queen with a goddess complex that Harry served with cultish fervor. (The running joke is "you think I did this? He was like that when I got him!" regarding Vincent and Haniel (said witch queen) getting blamed for Harry's nature.)
Under Haniel's guidance and with the addition of her magic, he was able to expand his experiments even beyond his own wildest dreams. Most of his subjects are children because Haniel has a thing for that (freak), but he has had a few adult subjects, the most notable (and his favorite) being Harry himself, who has been hybridized with multiple animals, most prominently a frog and scorpion. (He can also purr, because he wanted Vincent to be able to pet him and him purr about it.) In terms of the experiments themselves Vincent has a lot that he's loved doing, but his favorite experiment is his darling Harry, who he adores. They really are two peas in a pod! They're terrible and I love them.
(Oh as a side note, regarding that fiance he had, Nick's dad was also working for Haniel as her "supplier" for her subjects, and because Nick was being pulled away to the service of Haniel's husband, an immortal dragon wizard who just wants to see his wife's boobies again, Vincent spent a solid couple years as a spy, trying to convince Nick to return to Haniel's service like the rest of his bloodline before him. Needless to say, that didn't work out, and the engagement was broken. But Vincent still has some latent feelings for Nick, which is why Harry wants to kill Nick's husband so badly.)
As for cupcakes, Vincent is more of a muffin kind of guy BUT one of Haniel's other servants is a massive assassin named Briar who is also a baker and Vincent would commit cold-blooded murder without batting an eye to get his hands on one. This isn't honestly saying much, Vincent isn't as murderous as Harry but he, like, doesn't MIND or anything.
(Image credits: @numberposting and Heroforge, respectively)
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