#and now I'm going to sleep lmao

[cookinguptales]

Though... I guess I am trying to counterbalance things that make me unhappy with things that make me happy... So if the Barbie thing is irritating me (and if Barbie wasn't even a movie that I thought reached its full potential) then let me rec a women-led media project that I really, really enjoyed instead.

*rubs temples* Um... I'm going through the women-led media projects I've enjoyed over the past few years in my head. Fewer than I would hope, but I've also admittedly been watching fewer movies the last few years since I moved out of Center City.

Honestly, the one that comes to mind immediately is the first season of Russian Doll, which is one of my favorite tv shows that I've seen in the past five years. Natasha Lyonne was, as ever, incredible, and it was probably my favorite take on a time loop that I've ever seen.

(I was asked a lot if Groundhog Day was influential when I was writing my nandermo time loop story, but if I had to pick any piece of media that actually influenced it, it was probably Russian Doll and its emphasis on time loop as metaphor for trauma and coping mechanisms.)

The thing about time loops is that I feel like you really have to use the idea of time when you're using them. Russian Doll wasn't just about living the same day over and over again. It was about the cycle of abuse and an overall inability to escape from the past. It was about the dangers of becoming too solitary, and how becoming dislodged from the world isn't that different from becoming dislodged from time. It was about how genuine connections are what can pull us out of these horrible, damaging cycles, whether they be time loops or harmful coping mechanisms.

I loved it because it was a show about time loops, but it was also a show about humans and what makes them tick. I thought that Nadia and Alan were both super interesting protagonists, and I thought them growing and learning together was beautiful. I thought that the increasingly literal depictions of Nadia's trauma were haunting and horrifying and beautiful.

I think people often say that they don't like tropes and cliches when they really mean that they don't like them when they're handled lazily. I think that Russian Doll is one of the best examples I've seen of a piece of media utilizing the actual physical form of a trope in order to further what it wants to say rather than twisting the writing of the piece to better suit a trope. It used the time loop to talk about the time loops that humans place themselves in every day, and it used the time loop to explore how many ways a person might try to gnaw their own leg off if caught in a trap.

The time loop was literal but also a metaphor and I honestly just thought it was incredible. Fully recommend.

[screwpinecaprice]

Oh oof I slipped and hit them with dark and serious beam. 😣

[numbbface]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWEEK! 🎂🙌🎉

hehehe I had fun drawing the cake roll ^^

cake made by :"3💗

[girzapata6]

It's just you and me... Both going through a living hell. But we're going together and that's what matters.

I'm with you, and you're with me.

(I did the thing[?)

[sunnydbeam]

Tipsie be my valentine pls :}

He's discreetly nervous. Not because you want to see his ass, he loves that

[sleep-deprived-luka]

Gog au niigo for tonights doodle

[franky-y]

i'm gonna give him all the boops!!

[chaggiehearts]

Do people still use this kind of templates?

Anyway, my Chaggie headcanons :) disclaimer that this is just the way I interpret them, it’s 100% okay to disagree lol

[hahanamegobrrrr]

Glittery Nails

word count: 4,033

this is a tickle fic!

pairing: Logan and Virgil, romantic

Warnings: this fic is not sexual at all, but it is quite romantic and sensual at times. so if that's not your cup of tea, feel free to skip! there's also foot tkls, bondage, some swearing, and it gets pretty intense at one point! like, crying from laughter. so, keeping that in mind:

please enjoy! :]

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Virgil had just recently gotten his nails done. They were a shimmery, iridescent purple and blue, the pointer and ring fingers both adorned in white specks which gave the illusion of stars. They looked like galaxies. Logan was having a hard time looking at anything else when they were within the limits of his vision. Granted, it was normal for Logan to become fixated on Virgil’s hands, for obvious reasons. But now that Virgil’s nails were done up, it was practically impossible for Logan to focus on anything but the way they glimmered in the light.

Virgil and Logan were sitting on the couch together in the living room, quietly coexisting. Logan was (attempting) to get work done on his laptop. Virgil was scrolling through something on his phone; likely tumblr, if Logan was to hazard a guess. Logan forced his attention back to his screen. There was a very important spreadsheet to be worked on, and no one else in the Mindscape was going to sort Thomas’s videos from least to most successful whilst comparing and contrasting what could have caused the differences.

Logan’s gaze was once again stolen towards Virgil’s nails, as Virgil lifted a hand to absentmindedly run it through his purple-tipped bangs. The light from the lamp near him caught on the nails as they went up, making them glow gold for a fraction of a second before the reflection was gone, and Logan was just watching as Virgil messed with his hair. Virgil looked up from his phone, and Logan felt himself flush slightly as they made eye contact. Virgil simply smirked, wiggled his fingers at Logan in a cheeky greeting, and looked back to his phone.

Fuck. Logan snapped his gaze back to his laptop once more. He had given up on focusing on his work, though. He was almost certainly red, he could feel the heat in his face. Such a simple action should not have flustered him that much. The reasonings and nuance behind emotions still evaded him, but if Logan knew one thing for sure, it was that he was incredibly gay and in love with his boyfriend and SO annoyingly easy to fluster. Had Virgil even done that on purpose? He had to have, right?

Logan’s internal question didn’t go unanswered. A moment after he thought it, Virgil said, “I can tell you’ve been staring, Lo. They are really pretty, aren’t they?” Logan looked up to see Virgil exaggeratedly examining his nails, a mischievous smile on his face. “Don’t you want a closer look?” Virgil held his hand out, which Logan hesitantly took. He wasn’t sure what exactly Virgil was getting at, but it was clearly not just innocently showing Logan his nails if the grin he still wore was anything to guess from.

As soon as Logan took hold of Virgil’s hand, Virgil quickly grabbed his wrist. Logan let out a slight “Oh!” as Virgil dragged him up off the couch and towards his room.

”Wait, my laptop-” Logan began, but Virgil shushed him, holding one finger over his mouth as he closed the bedroom door behind them. Logan blinked twice as his vision adjusted to the much dimmer room. The main lights were off, with only fairy lights on the ceiling glowing to light the space.

”You can go get it later, it’s fine, you know none of the others will care.” Logan couldn’t find it within himself to argue. His brain instead chose to focus on the lingering sensation from when Virgil’s finger was on his lips.

“So, do you want to talk about how you’ve been doing nothing but staring at my hands all day?” Virgil asked, wiggling his fingers in front of Logan’s face again, as if to emphasize the point. “I just can’t imagine why that could *possibly* be~.” Logan desperately avoided making eye contact, looking away and resisting the urge to cover his face with his hands.

“Your nails are simply… eye-catching, right now,” Logan stated simply, ignoring the way Virgil’s smile grew wider in his peripheral vision. “They’re quite pretty.”

”Awe, thank you, Lo,” Virgil shifted his hand so that the nails once again caught the dim lights of the room- a soft pink color reflecting on purple and blue nails, the colors swirling together in a way that was nearly mesmerizing. “Are you sure that’s the *only* reason you’ve been staring, though?” That was clearly not the only reason. And Logan knew that Virgil knew that damn well, judging by the frankly evil-looking grin on his face.

Any response Logan might have had died in his throat as he was pushed up against the door and felt a hand creeping up his side, under his shirt. Logan startled slightly at the initial contact, and quickly had to fight to keep his composure. Virgil was slowly, teasingly, running the tips of his fingers up and down Logan’s side. Starting low, near his hip, ever-so-lightly tracing up towards his ribs, stopping just shy of his underarms before making his way back down.

”Well?” Virgil prompted, and Logan was only able to barely hold back a whimper- as mortifying as that was- as Virgil curled his fingers, resting with his hand poised to strike against Logan’s stomach.

”Uh-” Logan’s attempt at a response was quickly cut off when Virgil shifted his hand slightly, the tiniest change in sensation rendering Logan’s mind completely blank. “Well-” Virgil shifted his hand again, and Logan threw his head back against the door, pressing his eyes and lips shut in any attempt to keep silent. The anticipatory giggles were already threatening to come out, and Logan could feel them building in his throat.

Logan gasped as he felt fingers on his neck, his eyes shooting open in shock. He risked a glance towards Virgil, and immediately closed his eyes again at the sight of Virgil’s positively shit-eating grin. A single glance at Virgil’s expression had shot butterflies straight through Logan’s stomach, adding to what was already there from the anticipation.

“Is this what you’ve been thinking about all day?” Virgil murmured into Logan’s ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He could feel the warmth of Virgil’s breath against his skin. Virgil’s nails traced over Logan’s neck, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. “My pretty, pretty new nails dancing over your skin?” A strangled noise left Logan’s throat as Virgil’s nails dug briefly into his side, and he jolted nearly an inch in the opposite direction. Virgil chuckled lowly at his reaction, sending another shot of butterflies through Logan’s stomach. Virgil lifted his hands off of him, and Logan waited for a moment before slowly opening his eyes. Virgil was staring at him, still grinning, clearly enjoying this a bit too much.

Realizing that Virgil expected a response, Logan cleared his suddenly-mysteriously-dry throat. “…Yes,” he finally worked up the courage to say. Virgil rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Very good,” Virgil praised, kissing Logan’s ear this time, sending another shiver down his spine. “Bed, now.” It took Logan a moment to process the command; his brain was slightly short-circuited. Virgil seemed to have that effect on him. As soon as he realized what Virgil had said, Logan flushed again, but dutifully went and sat on Virgil’s bed.

”Down,” Virgil said, and Logan laid down against the pillows. Virgil sat lightly next to him, resting a hand on Logan’s chest. His nails sparkled, the glitter glowing pink. “Do you want the rope?” Logan simply nodded after a moment, not trusting his voice in the slightest. It would definitely crack if he tried to speak. Virgil went over to the closet, digging around for a second and pulling out a soft bondage rope that Logan was quite, ahem, familiar with. Memories of the last time Virgil tied him up flashed through his brain, bringing a wobbly smile to his face just from the phantom sensations that thinking about it brought through his most ticklish areas.

“Shirt on or off?” Virgil asked. Logan swallowed, attempting to wet his throat before responding.

”Off,” he responded, and so off his shirt came.

They fiddled with the rope for a minute before Logan was sturdily affixed to the bed, his wrists being bound to the bedposts. Virgil ran a finger down Logan’s leg, resting his hand on Logan’s socked foot and looking at him questioningly.

“What about here?” A thrill ran through Logan’s body at the thought of his feet being bound as well. His feet were, by far, his worst spot- which Virgil knew. They were hardly even targeted, seeing as how they almost immediately drove Logan to hysterics once touched. His feet were reserved for only the most intense sessions, where Logan was feeling only the worst of lee moods. Which, this one was living up to. Logan had been staring at Virgil’s nails all day, after all, and he’d had hours to dream up endless scenarios involving any and all ways those nails could be on his skin.

Logan nodded, and felt the swooping in his stomach only grow as he was slowly immobilized. With every wrap of the rope around his ankles, Virgil would occasionally brush against Logan’s bare skin where his pants had slightly ridden up. Every tiny touch fueled the fire building in Logan’s face, as well. Virgil tied a little bow on the knot holding Logan’s ankles together. He gave it a little pat, then looked up at Logan. He scooted closer to Logan’s face, away from his feet for now.

”You ready~?” Virgil teased, wiggling his nails at Logan once more, clearly relishing the way this caused Logan’s blush to flare up even more. Logan cleared his throat.

”Yes,” he affirmed, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt Virgil tracing over the skin on the side of his neck.

”Traffic lights, yeah?” Virgil confirmed, and Logan nodded, peeking up at him with one eye.

“I’m green,” was all Logan said. Virgil merely grinned, which was all the warning Logan got before there were suddenly nails spidering across his sides. His breath caught in his throat as he gasped, sputtering out a surprised laugh before throwing his head against the pillow and falling into steady giggles. His instinct was to reach and try to stop the wandering fingers from tickling, but he was of course stopped by the rope holding up his hands. This did not stop him from desperately pulling against the rope and trying to squirm away as Virgil’s hands crawled up towards his armpits.

Though it would be virtually impossible to admit out loud, Logan relished the feeling of helplessness from trying (and failing) to struggle against the bondage. And Virgil, evil Virgil, knew this fact very well. Logan let out an embarrassing squeak as Virgil’s hands finally reached his exposed underarms, and he hid his flushed face in one of his arms as Virgil spoke.

”Awe, is it really bad there, Lo? Why don’t you try to get away?” Virgil asked with faux-innocence, continuing to poke and scribble in Logan’s armpits as he squirmed and laughed beneath him.

”I’m- I *am-* *ffuhuck-*” Logan managed to gasp between giggles, cursing as Virgil hit the sweet spot right in the center of his right armpit. It was *so bad* in that one little spot, it was so unfair- Logan gasped again, inhaling as much air as he could in his moment of shock before falling back into crazed giggles. Virgil had moved his hands down to Logan’s ribs, focusing on one specific spot right above his stomach.

”Are you swearing at me?” Virgil asked, the smile evident in his voice even as he tried to act offended. “One more stunt like that, and you’ll regret it.” It was like a lightning-strike of butterflies shot straight through Logan’s stomach. He whined through his giggles, which clearly only egged Virgil on. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You better be careful, dude,” he warned teasingly, bringing his nails down to slowly circle Logan’s stomach. This gave Logan an opportunity to catch his breath, the slight sensation enough to keep him on edge, but not so much that he needed to laugh.

This moment of respite gave Logan the opportunity to glance back to Virgil’s hands. The sparkly reflection of the pink fairy lights moved with Virgil’s hands, catching the most when his hands were closest to Logan’s right side. Virgil’s tracing became much more performative as soon as he realized Logan was watching- using only one finger to dramatically swirl around Logan’s bellybutton a few times, then settling both hands back on Logan’s stomach in a clawed shape. Logan looked away again, trying to hide in his arm.

”No no, look back at me,” Virgil said softly, gently taking Logan’s jaw and moving it so he was looking forward at Virgil’s hands once more. “Didn’t you love watching them all day?” he asked, wiggling them to punctuate his sentence. Logan let out another small whine, looking away again out of embarrassment before quickly forcing his gaze back to Virgil’s nails.

”Very, very good,” Virgil murmured, beginning to scribble lightly over Logan’s stomach. Logan felt his muscles twitch as the sensation coursed through him. Lighter tickles always seemed to affect him so much more; and now, he was looking right at what was causing his ticklish demise. It was like little shots of lightning were coming from Virgil's nails. The glimmer of the polish almost acted as a tease by itself, where Logan swore it felt more ticklish in the moments they flashed, reflecting the pink lights.

“Try to be as quiet as possible, okay?” Virgil said, leaning forward to kiss Logan’s neck. Logan let out a small gasp and tilted his head back, allowing Virgil to leave tingly kisses as he ever-so-lightly scritched over Logan’s stomach and sides. This meant he couldn’t watch Virgil’s fingers anymore, but Logan was perfectly okay with that. He giggled breathlessly, trying his best to be quiet, which meant he was basically whisper-laughing.

He arched his back as Virgil wiggled his fingers under his torso onto his back, which only gave Virgil better access to the sensitive area. The silent giggles continued, cutting off into a sharp, strangled breath as Virgil’s hands were suddenly back in Logan’s armpits, ceasing their movement. Logan held his breath, shutting his eyes tight and waiting for Virgil to start up again. When nothing happened for a few moments, Logan peeked up to see Virgil looking down at him with a smile that could only be described as dopey and loving.

Virgil leaned down and kissed him. Logan felt his heart flutter, his eyes sliding back shut as he melted into the kiss. Then, Virgil’s fingers started again in Logan’s underarms, sending a jolt through his body. Logan’s eyes shot open again in surprise, and he was giggling into Virgil’s lips. Virgil wouldn’t let up the kiss, and also kept unrelentingly spidering his nails over the worst part of Logan’s armpits. Something about this combination sent hordes of butterflies through Logan’s stomach, and he was certainly as red as a tomato with how fiercely he was blushing.

Virgil finally pulled back from the kiss, grinning triumphantly down at Logan as he hysterically giggled.

”How about that, huh? Was that really that good?” Virgil asked, bringing one hand back down to prod at Logan’s ribs while the other continued scribbling in his armpit. Logan shook his head, not wanting to admit just how badly that had flustered him.

”Aww, really?” Virgil pretended to pout, bringing his hands up to Logan’s head. He fluttered his nails ever-so-gently at the back of Logan’s ears, which made Logan jolt and squeak. His ears were so bad, they were *so bad,* especially when Virgil kept his touch so unbearably light.

”Noooonononono- shhhihiit, shit-” Logan gasped, trying his best to keep his head still. But then Virgil stopped, and Logan's head reeled, feeling slightly surprised at the immediate loss of sensation as Virgil drew his hands away. Then Logan remembered Virgil’s threat about swearing from earlier, and felt a slight swoop of fear settle in his stomach. This fear was mixed, however, with extremely excited anticipation for what Virgil would do.

Virgil tsked, the sound sending another swoop through Logan's stomach. “Now, what did I say about swearing at me?” Virgil arched his brow, trying to look serious even through the smile still on his face.

“I- apologize, it was simply, um, simply an automatic response-” Logan began, unable to keep his voice steady as Virgil scooted back down the bed towards his feet. Virgil looked up at him and listened with innocent eyes, as if he wasn't doing anything. “I- I didn't mean-” Logan’s half-hearted pleading was cut off with a strangled gasp as Virgil swiped his finger up the arch of Logan’s left foot. His entire body jerked, instinctually trying to escape.

“You didn't mean what, Lo?” Virgil asked, innocent expression still on his face as he rested his hands at the top of Logan's socks, nails glimmering as his fingers shifted. Virgil knew for a fact that Logan couldn't respond under these conditions, he was far too flustered. His grin only grew every time Logan tried to respond but was cut off by his slight movements. Every shift of shimmery nails, so close to Logan's most sensitive spot, was an imminent reminder that Virgil was about to tickle him. It was going to be so bad, it was going to be *so bad,* Virgil was about to tickle him, *oh my god-*

Logan's train of thought was cut off as Virgil swiped over his feet again, and he desperately jerked against the restraints on his ankles. Then, Virgil started lightly skittering his nails over the sides of his socked feet. Logan let out a small shriek before closing his eyes and falling into desperate giggles. Holy shit, oh my *god*, his feet were so bad, and Virgil wasn’t even anywhere close to his worst spot yet. The urge was stronger than ever for Logan to hide his face in his hands, with the sheer flustering nature of the situation; yet there was something delicious in the way that his hands tugged fruitlessly against the rope, his wrists staying firmly attached to the bedposts.

The sensation was gone almost as soon as it had arrived, and Logan welcomed the respite… until he felt tugging on his socks. He hid his face in his arm, whining and giggling with anticipation as he felt the thin layer of protection slowly pull away. The air felt cold on his feet.

”Are you ready, Logan?” Virgil asked, and Logan felt a single finger rest on each of his feet, causing him to startle again. He simply whined again in response, trying his hardest not to move even a millimeter. Logan knew the moment he shifted at all, the tingles already building in his feet just from Virgil’s stationary fingers would explode and it would be all over for him.

But Virgil had different ideas, and twitched his fingers against Logan’s arches. His feet jolted involuntarily, and Virgil dug in. Logan gasped and bust out laughing, trying his best to squirm away within his constraints. His arms and legs shook with the effort of pulling against the restraints, but it was to no avail. Logan was well and truly trapped, forced to sit and take everything Virgil put him through. It was awful, and it was *amazing.*

Virgil spidered his nails all over Logan’s feet, moving in an up and down motion. Crawling up, up, and stopping just shy of his toes, then crawling his way back down. Virgil took an extra moment to scritch at the sides of Logan’s feet and the bottom of his heel before resuming his spidering up Logan’s arches.

”Oh, you poor, poor thing,” Logan heard Virgil say, as tears started to build in the corners of his eyes from how hard he was laughing. Every few moments he would draw a strangled gasp of air before falling right back into manic laughter. Logan’s mind was completely blank. He couldn’t think of anything other than the feeling of ticklish lightning shooting through his legs and circulating through his whole body, before it was expelled back into the air through his laughter.

The tears began to stream down Logan’s face, and he heard Virgil make a soft noise of pity. “You’re alright, baby, you’re doing so well,” Virgil said, pausing to check up on him. Logan could still feel the buzzing lingering in his feet as his giggles slowed down and he caught his breath. Virgil carded his hands through Logans hair, peppering soft kisses all over his face. “You’re doing so good, honey.”

Virgil rested his hand on Logan’s cheek, and Logan leaned into it, sighing deeply and slowly exhaling. It felt like he was glowing, in pure bliss. Virgil offered him water, and Logan accepted, drinking in the cool liquid through a straw.

”How are we feeling, Lo?” Virgil asked, putting the water back on a bedside table. Logan thought about it, and flushed slightly.

”Maybe… a little more? More soft, again,” Logan asked shyly, averting his gaze as Virgil slowly blinked.

”Still not satisfied, huh? I literally just tickled you to tears. And you’re asking for more?” Virgil smiled as Logan gave a single nod of his head, blush blazing on his face. Virgil leaned down and kissed Logan again, softly, gently. Then he pulled away just enough to be able to murmur into Logan’s lips, “Who am I to deny my beautiful boyfriend what he wants?”

This was all the warning Logan got as Virgil captured his lips once more and then started tracing his fingers all over Logan’s upper body. It wasn’t enough to make him laugh, but certainly was enough to fluster the hell out of him. He had no idea where Virgil had gotten this whole tickling-while-kissing idea, but he simultaneously wanted to dropkick and thank whoever had given it to him.

Logan loved kissing Virgil, so that part was great. The added sensation of nails slowly exploring his sides, and stomach, and back, and ribs… coming to rest and just slightly twitch in his underarms, before backtracking on their journey… it was unreal, honestly. He could feel Virgil smile against his lips every time he hit a particularly sensitive spot that caused Logan to jump.

Soft giggles built in Logan’s throat again, and he didn’t bother trying to hold them back this time. He simply giggled his little heart out as Virgil moved to kissing his neck, still tracing over his route with his glimmery nails. Virgil found a particularly sensitive spot on Logan’s neck, and Logan gasped slightly as he scraped the spot gently with his teeth.

Logan suddenly had the urge to hold Virgil close, to squeeze him tightly into his chest and never let go. It felt like his heart was going to burst with the sheer amount of love coursing through him. Suddenly, the restraints weren’t stopping him from getting away, they were preventing him from getting closer.

”Mm- ye- yellow-” Logan stuttered out, and Virgil immediately stopped and looked up, checking him over.

”What’s up? What do you need?” Virgil asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

”Everything is perfectly fine, Virgil, no need to worry,” Logan reassured, “Can you let me out, please? I’d just like to hold you, is all.” Virgil visibly relaxed.

”Of course, honey, just give me a second.” Within a few minutes, Logan was freed from the ropes. Virgil made a soft noise when he saw how red Logan’s wrists and ankles were, pressing a gentle kiss onto each one. Logan sat up and drank a bit more water. Then he laid back down and opened his arms, pulling Virgil on top of him and hugging tightly. He let his face drop down onto Virgil’s shoulder, breathing deeply.

”I love you,” Logan mumbled into Virgil’s shirt. He felt Virgil squeeze a bit tighter.

”I love you, too, Lo.”

The rest of that day was filled with tickly cuddles and kisses, and Logan felt like the luckiest guy, with the sweetest boyfriend.

[lilbittymonster]

I don't want to derail Sea's already long (and entirely correct) mod essay post but I think another aspect of "why is XIV feeling so fucking awful lately" is that everything is a fucking discord server now. Want to hang out with your friends? Well, better make sure you're in at least two of the same servers as them so you have a chance at catching their attention. Wanted to check out that event you saw promoted? Better join their discord so you don't miss out on anything. Want mods? Discord. Want RP? Discord.

I don't think i should have to split my attention between a dozen different servers just to get a modicum of social interaction. I don't think it's fair to ask me to lurk in spaces where I have objectively less control over who I interact with and absolutely zero content filtration tools. Discord's block feature is a fucking joke, all it is is a one-way mirror that the blockee can still see through, they just can't leave the server custom emotes on your posts anymore.

I can trace my dashboard becoming a ghost town to the creation of a few big hub servers that sucked up half my close friends. I don't even know if I can still call them friends at this point bc the most I see of them is a few reblogs from me once a week. That's not "friend", that's just "mutual". And I would be willing to bet money that all the gposes and lore posts I followed them for are now being siloed away in an ever-shifting discord channel never to see the light of day.

Idk. I'm fucking tired. I'm tired of feeling like there's a constant party going on around me but I'm on the other side of the door. I'm tired of fandom feeling like a popularity contest where you only matter if you're in the right servers and talk to the right people. I'm incredibly grateful that the Compendium exists to try and help people find the shit they're looking for but I still think that the root of the problem is everything being so dispersed and fractal in the first place.

[crenna]

once upon a time…

౨ৎ - hi, i’m 𝓵ili !

꒰ 22, she/her, bi, infp ꒱ 𓈒⋆🩰⑅˚₊୨୧.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷˚ i love ... ꒰ my friends, writing fanfiction novels, romantasy & dystopian books, flowers, arts and crafts, singing, taylor swift's music, dance (especially ballet), sparkly things, fairy lights, sunsets, peppermint tea, aesthetics, lakes, baking, fashion, making jewelry, handwritten letters, journaling, daydreaming ! ꒱

𝓼ide blogs: @onceuponaneverafter ✧ @seeyouinthestars

𝓬araval rp blogs: @legendarydante ✧ @the-maidendeath

˚˖𓍢ִ໋💋˚ my fandoms include ... ꒰ ouabh & caraval, powerless, tfota, shatter me, divine rivals, the aurora cycle, star wars, grishaverse, the hunger games, the lunar chronicles, acotar (the fandom scares me but i've read the books), gilmore girls, mcu, the selection, sorcery of thorns, mcsm & mystreet (old fandoms) + more! ꒱

𝓭iscord gang: @his-littlefox ✧ @xoxo-vee ✧ @meangirlsbway ✧ @thebirdhivemind ✧ @highladyofterrasen7 ✧

@lxvebelle ✧ @feerique ✧ @rizzgoddessans

𝓵inks: to be added !

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ q & a ... ꒰ want to be mutuals/friends? yes, i'd love to! | can i tag you in tag games? yes please! | do you roleplay your fandoms? sometimes, ask! | what does your url mean? it's a pretty name i chose years ago and i've stuck with it. ꒱

– 13.8.2024.

[wavebiders]

Cloud's girlfriends have unionized

[keeps-ache]

would greatly prefer to be horrid and unkempt in clean pajamas though won't lie

[franky-y]

finally managed to finish this

[telesodalite]

Been thinking about idw1's outliers lately, and how sort of wild the whole concept is from a worldbuilding standpoint, and it struck me that most confirmed outlier abilities tend to be really useful, or flashy, or powerfully dangerous, and few to none tend to be like, really boring, or totally impractical, or even entirely useless? Which, doesn't really make sense when considering the fact that outlier abilities are seemingly random.

Surely not everyone who's born an outlier gets something useful?

And I don't mean like, "good" useful, but any sort of useful, even if that means you can kill people with your voice, or give a power boost by exploding yourself, those are still "useful".

But surely there had to be some with abilities that were totally impractical, or nonbeneficial, or at the very least just insignificant or purely aesthetic and pointless?

[melit0n]

Adding on to this post (which I do suggest reading before you read this one!) because I've been seeing a bunch of stuff about the TOG graphic novel floating around and another thing popped into my head!

More specifically, about the physical form of Sleep.

In the TMBTE artwork, it's easily seen that, in one way or another, the Moon is alive. At least, to the point it has a whispering mouth full of sharp teeth and tar-like tongues.

In the transcripts for the tier 4 bundle page (thank you to @elkkiel for said transcript!) the first line states, "15 days since the convergence of the lunar anomaly".

Convergence is when two or more things come together to form a new whole, and, in biology, it's the tendency of unrelated animals and plants to evolve similar characteristics under similar environmental conditions. With that in mind, this could be a dying God changing in order to remind people it's still a God, and, that it never left.

What once only appeared in nightmares and wistful dreams now sits high in the night sky as a pale reminder of our fickle lives.

Plus, the presale went out on the day of a super blue moon.

Further, Sundowning's release had a Waning Cresent, with symbolises self care and mental contemplation, TPWBYT's had a Waning Gibbous, which symbolises releasing old habits and attempting to change, and TMBTE's had a new moon, which represents new beginnings. This album just so happens to have the song Euclid (which I've jabbered on about enough), which is about becoming someone new and accepting things can't be the same.

Next, we have "I was frequently beset by certain recurring dreams...I found myself standing on a vast shoreline gazing out at a flat, wide sea." The first thing that comes to mind is the Fall For Me MV, which just so happens to be apart of TPWBYT: the water based album.

Night time is, quite obviously, when the moon is most visable, and is also when most people sleep. Asides from this, the moon also controls ocean tides. The closer a moon is (e.g: a supermoon, or an unspecified lunar anomaly), the higher and more violent a tide can become.

Further, if and when the sun, moon, and or Earth are in alignment (at the time of the new or full moon), the solar tide has an additive effect on the lunar tide, creating extra-high high tides, and very low, low tides.

Sound familiar?

Whether Sleep is the moon, or was birthed from the moon back when they first became a God (one of @tonguetyd's ideas), is up for debate.

With all that, and the previous thoughts on Telomeres already thought out: "I felt that were I to somehow survive...then I would be left in a world that would not recognize me. I would become an element unto myself and myself alone. An echo stuck in the throat of a dead God."

So, I'd like to say that TPWBYT is Sleep's album, if anything. Or, in the least, heavily dictated by them in ways other than directly influencing Vessel.