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who’d believe? | dean winchester
summary. dean finds you six years after you ‘died’. tags. wc 2.3k, car sex (just fingering), angst, mentions soulless sam. lailas notes. this is for my ‘stuck on you’ by meiko square for @jacklesversebingo + actually got inspired by @little-diable ‘s not a ghost fic. so so beautiful and i think everyone should go read it! ++ for my 500 celebration, so happy i got to it so quickly && the title is the translation of the song title. and most importantly, beta’d by the incredible @copperboom82 who made it much more readable and enjoyable.
You were never really a bar type of person, mostly because of the loud noise and smell, other than that, you liked a good party. But you decided you needed to celebrate getting your dream job, or, okay, whatever, your friend is forcing you to.
"I'm not taking no for an answer," she said, handed you your outfit and went outside to get the car started, not even giving you time to reject the idea. Though the second you stepped foot in the lively place, you were glad you came.
The drinks and music were exactly what you needed; a nice night out with no responsibilities. And especially no men (at least none like those you work with, you're honestly over them).
An hour into dancing with your friend, two more strangers join you. When the last song ends and another less 'pop' and more 'rock' one starts, they suggest going out to smoke for a second. Despite not once in your life trying it, you agree.
You should really work on saying no.
Thankfully you're sensible enough to refuse when they try to hand you one, just standing next to them, linking your arm with your friend's. "Where do you work?" You ask one of the girls. She has shorter red hair that almost reaches her shoulders, black eyeliner and a septum piercing. In other words? Fucking sexy.
"Police." Your eyes widen and you stand up straighter. "Oh, stop it! You're fine."
You laugh but shake your head, "No, no, that's not what I meant, you're just so— cute, I guess. Wouldn't have taken you for the assertive cop type."
"Yeah, well," she shrugs, dismissing the thought. It's obvious she gets it a lot. "Saw the hottest guys today, by the way—"
Her friend interrupts, beautiful brown pin-straight hair, pale skin, a gorgeous smile; "God, he was pretty. And his brother too…”
"Oh yeah. Agent something and Agent whatever, I don't remember, I was too busy looking through the shorter one’s shirt." You all laugh, a sway in your demeanor. You're pretty sure it's the alcohol that's got them saying all this but it's funny either way.
"Yeah, he was amazing. Like, those green eyes, honestly—" Your smile drops fast. Green eyes had always been somewhat of a trigger for you ever since Dean, especially that specific beautiful shade. Then again honestly everything's been a trigger: hunting, black cars, vintage cars, food, pie— you could go on.
"Oh and the way he walks? The little outward bounce of his leg, so cute!"
You shift, a little uncomfortable. How many guys do you know with bow legs, green eyes and are cops? They're probably not allowed to tell you he's FBI.
The red-haired girl touches your arm making you jump. "Shit, you okay, honey? You seemed out of it."
"Oh, no, I'm sorry, just reminded me of someone. Old…" Dean.
There he is. Alive and in the flesh. You don't become a hunter and not hear about the Winchesters, you, on the other hand, fly under the radar. Especially since you try to stay away from any and all hunters.
But you heard nothing of how gorgeous he has grown up.
The girls catch your drift mid-sentence and look back to see what you're staring at. A dumb-struck Dean. "Oh! Agent…" Her friend elbows her stomach and Dean doesn’t peel his eyes off of you to speak.
"Right, yes. Hi, Officer."
She blushes under the dim light but Dean apologizes before breezing past them and holding your arm roughly to drag you away behind the bar. Your friend makes sure to motion to you if you need help before you let her know she should just get back inside. It’s pretty damn obvious you know the guy.
"Are you fucking serious?"
You let out a shy smile, "Dean, hey, how are you?"
"'How are you?'" He mocks, letting go of your arm aggressively, "'how are you?'"
"Is that not what they say anymore?"
"Are you serious?" He seems to enjoy repeating sentences much more than when you last saw him. "I looked for you, I mourned you." You mourned him too, in a way.
You and Dean were acquaintances, occasionally hunting together until you stayed at Bobby's place for a week and he came to visit coincidentally. You both started talking more that night, exchanged phone numbers and became somewhat friends.
Sam left for Stanford and you guys stayed together more frequently. Sam came back and you 'died'. Not on purpose, obviously, but Dean thought you died. You did, for a second, before you were brought back for some twisted, fucked up reason. Not that you knew it but if you did you're sure it would be fucked up.
By the time you woke up Sam and Dean had been long gone and your body had been buried. Didn’t burn your bones like he should’ve, no. He buried you. You're not sure which is worse.
"Look, I don't know what happened—"
"What does that even mean? You magically come back to life; you fucking call me! Ever thought of that?" A thousand times.
But Sam had finally decided to come back and hunt with Dean, Dean buried you, and so, you'd reasoned he was fine. You knew that if you were Sam, your body would've been preserved in the Impala for months before he'd ever allow himself to do that, to put you six feet under. The fact that he didn’t hold on to you had to mean he was okay.
But neither of you deserve more guilt. "I'm sorry, Dean."
"That's really rich. Real rich comin' from you. Grieved you for goddamn years. Six." Huh, that's a lot longer than you’d have thought. You were sure it would be six minutes. You knew he cared about you, but Deans also a 'what's done is done' kind of man.
"I'm—"
"If you apologize, I'll kill you. Again." You're about to crack a joke but his glare sets you off. Oookay, tough crowd, whatever.
"I wanted to call, I swear I did," how do you explain to the king of 'I don't deserve good' that you don't deserve him. He'll think it's a cruel joke. "I didn't know if you'd want me to reach out, I thought you were moving on with Sammy, okay? Going on with finding John. Me calling wouldn't have made a difference."
He scoffs, shaking his head. "I went to hell." You bite your bottom lip between your teeth. He sighs, a mix of emotions on his face. "You knew?" Your nod makes him turn around in anger (disappointment? hurt?), kicking the cardboard box as far as it'll go, another plastic one breaks and you flinch at that one.
In your defense, everyone knows.
"I couldn't do that to you and Sam, you moved on, Dean, I heard about you and Lisa and Ben—"
"Where the hell did you hear that?" Hunters talk. And he knows it. He turns around in an angry haze. "I didn't fuckin' move on, alright? I did what Sam wanted me to do when I didn't have you. Because my goddamn brother was in a cage with Lucifer, and now he's walking around without a soul!" He raises his voice until it gives out and so does his breath. You can't help the way your heart clenches, not even because of the words, but the tired look behind Dean's eyes.
Subconsciously, you move forward until you can hug him, and like he always used to: Dean throws himself into it, his head in your neck as he breathes you in. "I missed you." He whispers.
You don't believe how easily he's adjusted to this. If you were in his place you wouldn't hesitate to kill him, thinking he's a demon or a shifter.
He chuckles, his whole body rubbing against you. "Haven't hugged anyone like this in— ever. Was waiting for you."
He's never been safe, always made everyone else feel protected, you could only hope you built a safe place within yourself for him. You're at least close.
"I missed you too, De. Every single day, I swear."
You don't know what about the sentence sparks anything in him, but it does. He pulls away to smirk and push you against the hard wall. You gasp, doing nothing but turning him on more and giving him an entrance to your mouth.
He kisses you like he's lost his mind. He has.
His touch is electric as he pulls you closer, the heat of his body searing your skin, the raw intensity of desire saying more than words ever could. The kiss evolves, turning feral, almost carnal. He holds you, firm but tender, and rediscovers your mouth like a starving man. He is, he hasn't tasted you in… ever.
This is your first kiss with Dean, but the explosive chemistry between you makes the blood scream in your ears. It was never a secret that you and Dean were more than just hunters to each other, and it seems you dying was his last straw.
"We— Dean, can't here—"
He agrees. Or he doesn't. He's still kissing you and you're not sure if either of you are breathing.
Eventually he lets go. "Yeah," he whispers against your lips, moving for another kiss, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, leaving a peck and panting out, "right."
"'M sorry." God, why are you apologizing? Why are your bodies so far away?
He shakes his head, moves away (even if it looks like he's struggling to do so), "it's fine, what— you were here with friends? Are you staying?"
"Are you asking me to not stay?"
He smiles, leans down for another kiss and you decide to say goodbye to your friends now or else you're never getting the chance.
"De, someone can see—"
"Don't overthink it." He says, burying his head between your breasts, kissing, biting, licking and loving all the noises you're making. He groans into your skin, nipping at a particularly sensitive spot that has you moaning out loud. "God, sweetheart, love that sound."
He moves his hands to your waist, thrusts his hips once, checking your reaction. A little tremor passes through you. Eyes hood over.
"Can't believe you're here, and all for me."
"Yes," you breathe, resting your forehead against Dean's, overwhelmed by his words and how close his hand is to your inner thigh. "Please."
"If I slide my hand up your skirt, will I find you dripping wet for me?" Another shudder shakes you gently.
"Yes."
When he grips your knee and your neck, closing your lips with a kiss while his other hand travels higher, you start feeling your pulse hammering in your ears. The windows start misting over, giving you privacy— not that you particularly believe Dean cares.
Dean moves his seat back, then pushes you until your shoulder blades hit the steering wheel so you're more comfortable, your legs bent on either side of him, hands braced against the door and his chest.
"Dreamed about this," He says, his voice low and husky. The way his eyes are raking over your body, you're not even sure you're supposed to hear him. "Thought about this everyday for six years, sweetheart. Now I get to have you."
He glides one finger between your lips, sliding up and down slowly. “Such a pretty pussy,” he groans, eyes focused between your legs and you fall over, your head on his chest, before he pushes you back against the steering wheel, "nu-uh, wanna see it. Wanna see how wet you are for me, baby."
You have so much to say— a lot of apologies and 'I miss you's’ and so many more beautiful words and kisses and you want to tell Dean that you care about him as much as he does you and why you left—
He dips two fingers inside you. Curls them immediately, and just like that, he finds your most sensitive spot.
You half pant, half moan, the words 'Dean, oh my god, please' a jumbled drowned-out mishmash because he starts torturing your clit, his thumb rubbing perfect circles, hard and fast, reducing your bones to liquid. But when you're right there, he eases away, lazily pumping two fingers in and out.
He smiles, exhaling a content breath as his gaze zeroes between your thighs, ignoring your pleas. "Yeah? you wanna come, darlin’?" the pet name and the question both bring out a loud moan you didn’t know you were holding, your hips involuntarily moving against his fingers until he stops you. you’re about to whine again but he increases the pace, crooking his fingers inside you while his thumb rubs your clit, and that’s all it takes.
The orgasm rips through you, powerful, relentless, so intense you think you might just black out. You’ve never felt so boneless in someone's arms, until your head falls right into his chest as he works your pussy, the sensation easing off and then coming again like waves crashing against the shore.
Dean doesn't stop. His fingers are rough, his thumb still being put to good use, and the release lasts so long. So fucking long you think you have an out-of-body experience.
It takes a minute until you're able to breathe anything but his cologne. When you can, you sit up slightly and move into the seat next to him, thankful for the lack of a console to separate you since you don't get very far, just lay your head on his chest.
He kisses your head. You can even feel his smile against the kiss until you notice the bulge of his pants and frown. You quickly get up and Dean's entire face falls. "I'm sorry, I didn't think—"
Dean grabs your wrist before it makes it halfway to his dick. "This isn't an exchange, sweetheart." Your entire body is like jelly, you can't move and you're pretty sure if you try sucking Dean off, you’ll pass out. But it feels… rude. "You're spent. I'll get you home so you can take a hot shower, and we'll pick this up again when you're ready. How about that?"
You can't fucking believe your luck. Dean wants an 'again'.
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out of place | xavier & sylus ver.
pairing.. sylus x reader, xavier x reader
cw.. angst to fluff
a/n.. sorry for the long break.. 😓🙏 masterlist | request
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You always felt out of place as Sylus's plus one at events. Despite the countless reassurances he gave, the discomfort never quite left. It wasn't about your looks—well, not entirely. It was about the way people carried themselves, as if they belonged here. You? You were just dragged along. While others seemed to thrive in the flashing lights and loud chatter, you longed for the calm of Linkon, somewhere quiet.
Sylus’s hand rested on your waist as he chatted with one of his acquaintances, the usual routine. It had been going on for hours, and you were starting to feel drained.
Noticing your discomfort, Sylus leaned closer, his teasing smile evident. "Hanging in there, sweetie?" He whispered as his acquaintance left the picture.
You sighed. "I'd rather be asleep right now.
"You know we can leave whenever you want, right?" He pulled you closer, his smirk deepening.
"Yeah… but I don’t want to ruin the fun," you mumbled, glancing around at the lively crowd.
Sylus raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't want my love to be uncomfortable. This party was for us, after all. You can do whatever you want, and I’ll oblige. I’m at your service, sweetie."
"Well.. I'm craving some cuddles and kisses right now. And maybe some dates in Linkon.." You cheekily replied.
In which Sylus replied with "Such a spoiled kitten, hm?"
You couldn’t help but smile. Yep, you really did have good taste in men.
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Ah, yes—the perfect boyfriend, or so the Hunters in the association liked to say. You never understood why Xavier saw anything special in you. After all, you were just another Hunter, right? You were proud of your strength, but you were so much lower in rank compared to him.
The nagging feeling of inferiority was always there. The way others looked at you with barely concealed judgment made your insecurities flare. Seriously? A low-ranked Hunter…? He can do better than that.
It gnawed at you, especially as Xavier slept peacefully on your lap. He was perfect in every way—how could you be enough for him? You believed he deserved someone better, someone stronger, someone who could keep up without faltering in the first round .
Xavier groaned and stirred, breaking your thoughts. "Love… how long has it been?"
"Four hours," you chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. Your sleepy, cute boyfriend.
He blinked up at you, his voice laced with curiosity. "Don't you ever get tired of me asking you to train me?"
"Well, it's a bit of work, but I don't mind," he replied, still sleepy.
"Even when I last, like, thirty seconds at most?" You chuckled softly, your eyes twinkling with mischief.
"It's the thought that counts," he said, his voice softening. "I like spending time with you. Honestly, I'm glad you'd rather train with me than hang out with your friends."
His possesiveness was so evident on his face, you knew he had always been a jealous man, but every time he showed that side of his—you still can't help but laugh.
You paused, relishing the surge of feelings his words alone gave you. "Are you sure..?"
Xavier smiled, his gaze turning tender. "I'm sure."
Before you could respond, he leaned up to kiss you on the cheek, leaving you feeling lighter than you had all day.
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#love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#zayne love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#rafayel love and deepspace#sylus x reader#sylus angst#lads angst#angst#l&ds sylus#lads sylus#l&ds xavier#lads xavier#love and deepspace xavier#xavier x reader#xavier x mc#xavier angst#xavier headcanons#sylus headcanons
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Oh this is a whole can of worms!
There's the literal interpretation that Gortwog is descended from Tiber Septim (which is in teresting, considering Tiber Septim used anti-orc racism to unify man and mer -- yes, orcs are mer, but that wasn't really what most thought at the time). Of course, orcs proved themselves in the legions, but didn't really gain full equality until... after Gortwog, actually. Still, one of Tiber's relatives could have done it.
Yet, there's another interpretation. Martin Septim is not, in fact, the descendant of Tiber Septim (he is descended from Tiber's brother or uncle, one of the two); the direct line of Tiber died quickly. Yet he could use the amulet of kings.
Which brings us to the concept of Royalty in Elder Scrolls. In daedric it is called CHIM, but I don't mean the meme-y, transcend reality CHIM (though that is a thing too). Rather, the blood of Tiber Septim can be translated as the blood of Royalty or the blood of Man, indicating a sort of divine right as one of power; not divine right in the christian sense, but more the paganistic sense; the greek conception of the hero. One who is powerful, and thus ordained.
When Tiber Septim turned the jungles of Cyrodiil to farmland, he "Breathed royalty" -- uttered the syllable CHIM. The gemstone embedded in the Amulet is Chim-el Adabal which I think itself translates to something to the effect of Blood of Royalty as well. It (and the totem/mantella) can only be wielded by those with the Blood of Royalty -- originally, Alessia's lineage.
But Reman was not descended from Alessia (unless you interpret the Remanada literally, but I'm not sure you should, and even then it's more Alessia as a mountain), and Tiber Septim (unless you believe some extremely biased propaganda) is likely unrelated to Reman. Yet they can all wear the amulet.
All of this to say that, "blood of Tiber Septim" COULD be read as a bloodline descendant, but it could also be read as simply being Annointed with royalty; having a pre-ordained fate, doom-driven towards greatness.
Plus, you know. All of the candidates in Daggerfall are the rulers of the kingdoms in Iliac Bay -- Wayrest, Daggerfall, Sentinel, etc. Mannimarco can ALSO use the Mantella, and he predates Tiber Septim, yet is of the Blood of Tiber Septim. The Underking is either Zurin Arctus, Wulfharth or both, and both of them can't be descended from him either.
In short, I believe the blood of Tiber Septim refers more to the abstract concept of Royalty (CHIM, but the more grounded symbolic kind) rather than literal blood relation!
Reading the daggerfall chronicles (the book that came with the game that had the instructions gameplay in it and uh.
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I wrote a draft of a math post, and nearly finished it with "this is too long so I won't do the key example."
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, now I think the key example may be something I've actually misunderstood and figuring it out may, as a very distant possibility, be step 1 of a research project.
#In short the topic is:#in equivariant mathematics the standard categorical product is the wrong definition of the product#you want an equivariant notion of product which is more general in one particular way#this is true but of course there's multiple equivalent definitions of the categorical product#and the standard definition of equivariant product uses one of these#but I'm not sure if it translates to another one#and if it does that would have some interesting implications
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Rainy season anime artwork translation:
A complicated chuunibyou guy
Kaidou Shun
(Voice Actor/ Shimazaki Nobunga)
Kusuo’s classmate that everyone knows is a chuunibyou. However because he’s shy, serious and pure-hearted by nature, he can’t maintain his chuunibyou persona.
⏴In the work, his chuunibyou sometimes causes problems for Kusuo, but in reality, he’s a good and timid child. He thinks of Kusuo, Nendou and Kuboyasu as important friends. Hopefully he’ll never lose this innocence.
Guy with a complicated love for his younger brother
Saiki Kuusuke
(Voice Actor/ Nojima Kenji)
Saiki Kusuo’s older brother, a genius mad scientist with an IQ of 218. Has a fetish for challenging his younger brother and getting defeated. He messes with Kusuo at any opportunity.
⏶Contrary to his handsome looks, his real nature is quite disappointing. He’s an extreme masochist (however, this is limited to only Kusuo).
Complicated clingy guy
Akechi Touma
(Voice Actor/ Kaji Yuuki)
A logical and talkative transfer student who came to Kusuo’s class. He talks rapidly like a machine gun without reading the atmosphere of his surroundings. He suspects that Kusuo is a psychic. Although he was once deceived, he persistently continues to investigate Kusuo.
Guy who attracts complicated people
Saiki Kusuo
(Voice Actor/ Kamiya Hiroshi)
A high-school student who can control various psychic powers. In order to keep his abilities secret, he lives maintaining a moderate distance from those around him. His favorite food is sweets, he especially loves coffee jelly.
⏶Although Kusuo almost never voluntarily expresses his emotions, he shows a blissful smile whilst tasting sweets. Is this cute contrast also a point that attracts people around him!?
⏶⏵In addition to Kaidou, other members of his troublesome group include the strongest idiot Nendou Riki (Voice Actor: Ono Daisuke and the delinquent Kuboyasu Aren (Voice Actor: Hosoya Yoshimasa), whose trouble-causing abilities are immeasurable. Despite that, they're also lovable guys that you can't hate.
(Kusuo’s left shoulder text)
The cheerful, sunny spring has passed and the rainy season has already arrived. Our handsome psychic, Saiki Kusuo, is on his way home whilst avoiding the scattered rain with his telekinesis, but there are people approaching him. His brother, Kuusuke, his classmate, Kusuo and the transfer student Akechi - these three people. Amongst them, Akechi, because of his natural quick thinking and good insight, seems to suspect Kusuo is a psychic!? With the intensity of either a devoted wife or a stalker, he clings to Kusuo and tries to reveal his secret by showering him with machine gun-like talk……Will Kusuo manage to avoid them like the rain and return the clear skies to his heart?
(Kusuo’s right shoulder text)
Just as his older brother, Kuusuke, is coming to pick him up with coffee jelly in one hand, Kaidou, struck by the rain, is showing off his chuunibyou. The transfer student Akechi invites Kusuo under his umbrella, too. Their attention-seeking offensive is even more persistent than the rainy season, how will Kusuo endure it!?
(Big text on white background)
A rain of love from the complicated people pours down intensively on
Kusuo☆
Heart-pounding regretful rain☆
QUESTION
If you were to share an umbrella with someone, who would it be?
Kamiya: Teruhashi-san. Her charm, which causes even the God to be her ally, makes me want to try saying 「offu」 as well.
Shimazaki: Of course, it’d have to be Teruhashi-san!!! Offu!!!
Saiki Kusuo’s Voice Actor
Kamiya Hiroshi-san
Interview
The 2nd season of 「Fierce Argument」.
—If you were to express the growth and changes of Saiki Kusuo in the second season using four-character idioms or similar expressions, what would they be?
Kamiya: 「Fierce Argument (Editor’s note: The sound of swords clashing violently. Also, the state of engaging in heated debate)」 I feel that the degree of this is gradually increasing compared to the 1st season.
–Kamiya-san, please tell us a particular「Kusuo’s charm point」 that you’d like to recommend right now.
Kamiya: I don’t know much about Kusuo, but anyway, Teruhashi-san’s cuteness is a big charm of this work.
–Please tell us the episode or moment that made you laugh whilst portraying Kusuo.
Kamiya: Kusuo is usually cool and it’s hard to read his emotions, but sometimes during particularly intense situations, he strongly interjects with 「You idiot!」, which is fun for me too.
–Kusuo is always extremely popular regardless of gender, Kamiya-san, if you were in his position, what would you do?
Kamiya: If each of them stays with me with the awareness that we're friends, then I will gratefully accept that.
Kaidou Shun’s Voice Actor
Shimazaki Nobunaga-san
Interview
Right now, I’m at my peak chuunibyou stage in life.
–If you were to express the growth and changes of Saiki Kusuo in the second season from a chuunibyou perspective, what would that be?
Shimazaki: 「Jet Black Twilight - Ragnarok of Chaos」 Reason: it just sounds cool!
–Shimazaki-san, please tell us a particular 「Kaidou’s charm point」that you’d like to recommend right now.
Shimazaki: I find the contrast between Shun in his full-blown chuunibyou Jet-Black Wings mode and his natural self, who is a bit of a coward but is honest and caring about his friends, to be appealing.
–Shimazaki-sama, if you discovered a completely soaked Kaidou on a rainy day, what would you do?
Shimazaki: I’d protect him!!!
–Please tell us the episode or moment that made you laugh whilst portraying Kaidou.
Shimazaki: In the 2nd season, episode 4 of episode 8x, the loop episode 「Another Time Leap Challenge! I remember saying the same line over and over again like a broken record, it left a very strong impression on me. It was fun!
–Kaidou is still in full-blown chuunibyou mode, but Shimazaki-san, when were you the most chuunibyou-like in your life?
Shimazaki: Right now. I seriously imagine using magic and saving the world every day.
#saiki kusuo#kusuo saiki#akechi touma#touma akechi#saiki kuusuke#saiki kusuke#kusuke saiki#kaidou shun#shun kaidou#saiki k#tdlosk#the disastrous life of saiki k#translation#another random translation as i've not felt like drawing and i'm not great at formulating my thoughts cohesively#everyone but kusuo looks a bit off on this artwork#this comes from around may 10th 2018#when Kuboyasu is mentioned here; just before he's referred to as a delinquent; a word is used that I'm not entirely sure what it is#so i emitted it in the translation entirely#i'm fairly certain that no one would notice this but i care a Lot about accuracy so i have to point this out#also when it says “editor's note” - in case it wasn't clear - that was in the original
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Subtitles below the keep reading:
Hey you, shut your mouth and look at my paw! DON'T FORGET!! [Incomprehensible sped up gibberish] This... Journey... Money... Loads of coins. [Incomprehensible sped up gibberish] What-about-her? What-about-her? ... What-about-her? 'She still like me? [Quiet but mostly incomprehensible gibberish about subtitles] O P S O P N O-1 1. Here's the spell: Love the mermaid, for sure! The mermaid is HAPPY! Okay! It's pretty normal for a fish, right? Guuuyyyssss, beeeee caaarefuuulll wiiiiith theeee GIIIIIRRRRLSSS!!! [Incomprehensible] Oh! Silly! Oh yes! Lamb chop boy! [Incomprehensible] [Very quietly, while white noise is playing over it] Goood eevening, aand weeelcome too the shoooowww... [In the background] Ohhh, mooney!
#video#elevenlabs#i generated three versions of this video and basically spliced together the best parts from each one into one thing#and also toned down the flashing of the red and white pound signs to be a lot slower#i'm honestly surprised how well everything spliced together. i was expecting it to be even a little bit noticeable but. nope apparently not#i did a few generations of meet the spy's intro and tried to splice together the best bits but theres just so much happening with the audio#there's a lot of funny portions of that audio. maybe i'll try again at it and see if i cant get the parts i like in one thing#truthfully i also don't know how much folks'll like these. as in compared to around the time the infomaniac stuff was made#so i'm not sure how much of these i'll be putting together and uploading. mostly just been fucking around and showing my friends#i'm mostly just intrigued to hear what the ai tries to say with some of these generations#since it's just trying to translate from one language to another#in this case. providing videos in english. and setting the translation from russian to english.#which seems to be the best thing so far (that i've tried) that causes more of the words being said to be off-script#like it'll usually most be like whats originally being said mostly but other times it's completely different from the source#i think this dub shows it best. between ''hey you. shut your mouth and look at my paw!'' and ''love the mermaid. the mermaid is happy!!''#i am also officially out of characters to generate more so i won't really be doing more than what i've already done for a while#i wanted to try and give it a video that plays backwards. flip that. then let it dub over it forwards.#but i'd have to wait until i get the character limit reset
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Terrestrial invertebrates don't fit into any of the categories of people they've introduced already, and I feel like it would be difficult to start and say that they've been around the whole time.
If they introduced a race of terrestrial invertebrates out of nowhere, there would also be the problem that, as nice as bug-themed characters would be... We already have a whooping of at least four races of animal-themed people that have seemingly been completely neglected and forgotten by the game, despite having as much character design potential as any of the other races.
Off the top of my head, we got:
Anura: Frog people, their sole representative in the game being Blue Poison (Who's based on the Poison dart frog). There's so many cool frogs that they could do something with, sure poison dart frogs are cool and it is cool that they are already represented in the game by a cute anime girl, but there's also the Pacman frog, the red-eyed tree frog, the Amazon milk frog, the glass frog, the desert rain frog which I remember being a meme back in the day... Heck, a Tomato frog-based Operator could make for a hilariously clever Trapmaster Specialist concept, or maybe a Defender who can apply some kind of Debuff or Bind effect to enemies who attack them, the possibilities are endless!
Petram: Turtle people, just like the Anura there's only one of them in the whole game, that being Cuora (Asian box turtle). And just like the Anura, there's enough turtles, sea turtles and tortoise species to fill a whole roster, why do we still only have a single one is beyond me.
Cerato: Rhino people, of which again we have only one sole representative, Bubble (White rhinoceros). While rhinos certainly do not have the same ample variety of possibilities to choose from as frogs and turtles, it still feels weird to only have a single one. Also, if camels can count as Forte (Tuye), giraffes can count as Elafia (Mechanist, apparently) and, if Reddit can be trusted with translating lorebook content, coyotes can count as Vulpo (Yes, you read that right)... Then I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that fuck it, tapirs can and should count as Cerato since they are as related to rhinos as giraffes are to deer, so write that down! (And no, Blacknight doesn't count as a tapir, she's a gecko-based Savra with tapir-like pets, her E2 art is very blatant about this)
Pilosa: Sloth people, and yeah you guessed it, there's only one of them in the whole game, that being Scene (Brown-throated sloth). Granted, if rhinos already have a narrow pool to choose from, sloths have even less, and there's only so much you can do with a race that has already been established as being so physically slow, it hinders their ability to verbally speak. That being said... Ok, it is a truly ancient animal that went extinct in the Late Pleistocene and that might open a whole can of worms, but come on, you can't just make a whole race for sloths and sloths only and then not do absolutely anything Megatherium-based, come on now...
...Sorry, this turned into a rant that's only barely related to the original topic. My point was that there should at least be one more of any of these before they add yet another new race to the mix.
A spider character would be really nice, don't get me wrong... But we are also long overdue for at least one new frog character, which we actually know for a fact are already something that exists in the game's world. Like, what happened there.
I can't believe there's no spider character in arknights, one of the more iconic animals to theme an animal-themes character after. Except for... I guess they don't do bugs? Except for some of the sarkaz are a little bit buggy?
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okay MAYBE last thing i'll say about the final chapter leaks on here but it is very interesting to me to see a lot of people (on twitter at least; not sure if this is really the case on here or even tiktok) say that they feel defeated and that they don't really want to ship bkdk now that it's not canon when it's like. babygirl it wasn't canon before and that wasn't stopping you. that's literally what fandom is about. maybe i'm too tumblr-brained considering the majority of my fandom experiences were on here before twitter but. idk it's just funny to me.
#although i will say part of me gets it#katsuki's ending specifically feels just like. so hopeless tbh#again NOT IN A BKDK WAY but like#the person he was atoning to rejecting his offer to join his agency#when that was seemingly what they were working towards this whole time#a world where they could compete by one anothers' sides TOGETHER like fucking hell.#sorry. just. again not sure if the translations are even accurate#but that one panel where he just goes 'idk even know what i'm saying' really got to me#anyway what was i talking about#oh yeah#ship that shit in spite of canon if anything#bnha#bnha spoilers#bnha final volume#textpost#ari posting
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'Tis the season, and nobody is safe from Over the Garden Wall propaganda. Not even my German professor
#I pray to god I translated that right#I used the German subtitles and tweaked a tiny bit of the wording with the help of a YT video that translated the song into German#I didn't change the wording of the show's name even though I'm pretty sure it says “Behind the Garden Wall”#but that's what the titlecard for the official translation of the show says so that's what I put#idk my homework was boring and I was listening to the soundtrack while I was working on it#this was gonna happen one way or another#meso's musings#over the garden wall#otgw#eh I'll tag em why not
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Northern Lights
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I heard a voice that cried, “Balder the Beautiful is dead, is dead!”
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Who knows what to call the lonely exhilaration of gazing out into a bright Northern sky? Who can name it?
Jill could.
It was the same feeling that came to her at the teetering edge of a cliff at the end of the world. The same feeling as when she said her goodbyes to Puddleglum and Scrubb before they freed the prince. It was the same feeling that engulfed her now, sitting in the professor’s library with a volume of poetry before her.
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The wild northern wastes were well named: utterly wild, perfectly desolate, and terribly Northern.
It was lonely there and often cold, but the sky was an endless whorl of gales and gray clouds. The stones were indigo under the pale winter sunlight, and at sunset they glowed a soft gold, as though lit from within. The gorges and moors lay before her, and Jill loved them for their vastness and their distance. Little grew in that country, but that which did was full of vigor. The grass was short and coarse. Every tree was victorious.
On a still, deep breathing winter night, Jill lay on her back beneath a covering sky. It seemed beautiful to her, rich and strong and glorious. Her eyes drank in the breadth of it until her tears began to blind her. Yet even then, she still couldn’t look away.
She felt bigger here in the wastes, like the landscape. Stronger, wider. The further she walked, the more she felt herself stretch out. One of these days, maybe, she would catch hold of herself at the edge and tug, and Jill Pole would open up clear as the Northern sky.
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And through the misty air passed the mournful cry of sunward sailing cranes.
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The thing that surprised Jill most about the battle with the serpent was this: there wasn’t any yelling. Always, it seemed, whenever she read stories about people fighting with swords, the combatants would let loose some guttural yell before their blows fell. They would scream and writhe in pain as they died. They would shout instructions to their fellows, “Look out!” or “Hit him there!” But the whole affair with the serpent passed with very little noise.
The poison-green coil constricted around the prince; he raised his arms and got clear, struck the serpent hard, and then Scrubb and Puddleglum dispatched the creature with heavy, hacking blows. The monster died writhing, but not screaming. And then it was over.
The thing that surprised Jill most about the moments before battle was, of course, the noise. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. She couldn’t stop listening to her own breathing. Every footstep rang out like a gong, and any words exchanged rang with a kind of finality that made them sound louder than anything.
“You are of high courage,” Rilian told her when it was over.
Yet the thing in Jill’s chest just then didn’t feel like courage. It was a deep breath, a plunge, and a release. It was loud and quiet all at once, till she was standing, blinking in the night air as snowballs whizzed round her, and maybe that was something like courage after all.
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And now, there was a stirring in her chest as she reread the words on the page. Sing no more / O ye bards of the North / Of Vikings and of Jarls! / Of the days of the Eld / preserve the freedom only / nor the deeds of blood!
She thought of grief. Of freedom.
The lonely ache in her belly grew stronger. She felt herself uplifted into the huge regions of sky that were just beyond those cliffs, weightless as the breath beneath her buoyed her up, further, further…
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When she saw Caspian up close, Jill thought that he looked like the sort of person who was meant to live in a castle. A silly thought, perhaps, since she knew he was a king– only she wasn’t thinking of Cair Paravel. No, Jill was picturing the ruins of an old British castle she’d visited once on holiday. She still remembered how the stonework had loomed over her, all towering arches and crumbling walls. That was where Caspian seemed to belong. He had an air of ancient tragedy about him.
When Rilian disappeared, all things had wept but one. The serpent coiled beneath the earth and flicked its forked tongue, spewing poison.
Now, the king half rose to bless his son. He whispered a few words as he caressed Rilian’s cheek, words meant only for those beloved ears. Jill saw Caspian’s lips move and wondered what a man like that could possibly say, when time ran so short.
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They laid him in his ship, with horse and harness, as on a funeral pyre. Odin placed a ring upon his finger, and whispered in his ear.
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Jill furtively took Myths of the Northmen and held it up to the professor with a question in her eyes. She was still shy around him and Miss Plummer, though she wished she wasn’t.
“Would you like to take that with you?”
“...Please.”
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It takes a certain kind of person to be exhilarated by the heights. You’ve got to love vastness more than you fear falling.
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They walked to the train station with an autumn wind blowing hard, and though Jill couldn’t fathom why, she turned and saw Lucy grinning, fierce and joyful– grinning and reaching a hand out towards her friend.
Jill reached back and grabbed it. “What will you do, once we’re back in Narnia?” she asked.
The wind blew harder. The feeling of anticipation grew and grew, until it felt so big that she couldn’t dream of containing it. And there was Lucy, holding Jill’s hand and laughing like it was easy.
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Preserve the freedom only, not the deeds of blood!
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The second time Jill went to Narnia, she found herself not at its edge, but at its end.
The thing about the Norse apocalypse is: it feels believable. It doesn’t reach beyond earth’s horizon to pull down hope beyond hope. It’s only the kind of courage that hopeless humans have: you are going to die, so you might as well die bravely.
They found the last king of Narnia bound to a tree. His eyes were faintly red from crying, and his wrists and ankles red from the coarseness of his fetters.
In the Norse myths, Loki broke free of his fetters at the end of the world. He escaped to the helm of a ship made from the fingernails of the dead.
The last king of Narnia fell forward onto the ground when Eustace cut his bonds. Jill crouched down beside him and watched as he rubbed feeling back into his legs. He wasn’t so much older than her, she thought. Jill was sixteen years old; the last king of Narnia could not be older than twenty-two.
In the myths, the gods were ancient, hewn from the bodies of giants old as the earth.
Jill put out a hand and helped the last king of Narnia to his feet. Not for the last time, she shivered. Something deep inside her (deeper than her chest, than her heart, than the marrow of her bones, deep as her soul, deeper) was singing an elegy and she didn’t know why, or how, or where it had come from. The king clutching her hand, who could have been her older brother, would have no heir.
Yet when he asked, “Will you come with me?” Jill could only smile.
“Of course,” she said. “It’s you we’ve come to help.”
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And the voice forever cried, "Balder the Beautiful is dead, is dead!"
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“This really is Narnia at last,” murmured Jill. The springtime wood had little in common with the wintry lands she had traveled the last time she was here– but it awakened the same feelings of Northernness in her chest.
Their party may as well have been the only people in the world, for how isolated their little wooden path seemed. Yet it wasn’t lonely, really, cocooned in all that green with the wind in the leaves and the primroses nodding and blue of the sky peeking through above.
Jewel told stories about what ordinary life was like when there was peace here. As he spoke, Jill could almost hear the trees' voices speaking out of the living past, whispering, stay, stay. She was caught up to a great height, looking down across a rich, lovely plain full of woods and waters and cornfields, which spread away and away till it got thin and misty from distance.
“Oh Jewel–” Jill said with a dreamy sigh, “wouldn’t it be lovely if Narnia just went on and on– like what you say it has been?”
She needn’t be a queen, as Susan and Lucy had been, but Jill would’ve liked to stay. She would've liked it all to stay, if it could. She might have been a woodmaid in a place like this: with the turn of the seasons, the swaying trees, swords into plowshares. Oh, if only she could stay!
Ahead, the last king of Narnia was softly singing a marching song. Jill tilted her head back and let warm shafts of sun caress her face.
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I saw the pallid corpse of the dead sun borne through the Northern sky.
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“So,” said the last king of Narnia, “Narnia is no more.”
He tried to send them back. Jill shook her head. It was very loud and very quiet. “No, no, no, we won’t. I don’t care what you say. We’re going to stick by you whatever happens, aren’t we Eustace?”
They couldn’t go back anyway. Neither would they flee, not south across the mountains nor North into the great wide wastes. No, they would stay. They slept in a holly grove on the edge of ruin, waiting for the bonfires to light.
Jill slept fitfully, but in between she dreamed. She was high up in the air, buffeted by clouds and pierced by shafts of silver sunlight.
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They all died, in the myths. Jill knew that. It seemed beautiful and brave when she read it in her book, tucked away safe in the Professor’s library. It was terrifying now– and yet it was beautiful and brave still.
The dogs came bounding up, every one of them, running up to the king and his men with their tails wagging. One of them leapt at Jill and licked her face, tongue roughly lapping up the sweat and tears that had dried on her cheeks.
“Show us how to help, show us how, how, how!” the dogs were barking, almost ebullient in their enthusiasm. Jill bit back a sob. How lovely, she thought. How terribly beautiful. How dreadfully brave.
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So perish the old Gods!
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The white rock gleamed like a moon in the darkness when Jill finally reached it. She ran back to it alone, her hands shaking, while her friends stayed forward with their gleaming swords and Jewel’s indigo horn.
The while rock gleamed like the moon. Jill’s first shot flew wide and landed in the soft grass. But she had another arrow on her string the next instant. It was speed that mattered, not aim. Speed, and turning aside when she cried, so as not to drip tears on her bowstring.
The white rock gleamed. In the myths, a wolf devoured the moon. Peter’s wolf, slain many thousand years ago in this world, opened his jaw wide and darkness fell over everything.
Her next arrow found its mark. After that, she lost track. She pulled, and she prayed that her hands kept still another minute.
The unique thing–maybe the appealing thing–about the Norse myths, was that they told men to serve gods who were admittedly fighting with their backs to the wall and would certainly be defeated in the end. Jill let loose another arrow, felt the white rock at her back, and she knew that the clawing fear–beauty–bravery deep in her gut was the same feeling that she felt on the heights. The same feeling, but a different face. You’ve got to love vastness more than you fear falling.
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“I feel in my bones,” said Poggin, “that we shall all, one by one, pass through that dark door before morning. I can think of a hundred deaths that I would rather have died.”
“It is indeed a grim door,” said Tirian. “It is more like a mouth.”
“Oh, can’t we do anything to stop it,” said Jill. Better to be dashed to the ground than it was to be devoured.
“Nay, fair friend,” said Jewel. “It may be for us the door to Aslan’s country and we sup at his table tonight.”
A hand tangled itself in her hair and started to pull. Jill braced herself hard, for a moment, until her strength gave out. She was standing on the edge of a high, Northern cliff. She took another step, and fell.
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Perhaps when the moment comes, our bite will prove better than our howls. If not, we shall have to confess that two millennia of Christianity have not yet brought us to the level of the Stoics and Vikings. For the worst (according to the flesh) that a Christian need face is to die in Christ and rise in Christ; some were content to die, and not to rise, with Father Odin.
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The world inside the stable was beautiful. It made Jill’s chest ache in all the loveliest ways.
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Build it again, O ye bards, fairer than before!
#okayyyy so#i've been down the tolkien/lewis/norse mythology rabbit hole lately#it's a lot#but i've been picking at this piece in my head for a while now#which is more a rhapsody than anything else#but another for my narnia/classic lit sequence of pieces#the quotes are mostly pulled from Longfellow's Tegners Drapa translation#which Jack discusses in Surprised by Joy as one of the works that inspired feelings of joy and 'Northernness' in his boyhood#there's also a Weight of Glory quote in there#(paraphrased)#and one from the intro to Joy Gresham's book on the 10 Commandments that Jack wrote#(that's that last passage in italics)#i'm not really sure i was trying to make a point with this so much as just. explore that feeling of northernness#bc really northernness is two things#it's joy and exhileration brought on by beauty#and it's that beautiful hopeless courage when faced with unwinnable battles#and i love how intertwined those two things are for lewis#and let's be honest for me too#so that's what this is#hope it holds together okay#narnia#chapter one#night under narnia#dying of thirst#pontifications and creations#leah stories
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Coming at you with another sneak peek of one of the fics I've been working on with my TWST OC Azura! Once I've finished polishing them to oblivion, I'll be posting them as a series on AO3 since they pretty much go in chronological order. Anyway, here's a snippet from "Only Once"! (Please note that this'll likely be different from the final version.)
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Something dark blue from somewhere behind the fairies kept him from continuing, the faintest recognition surfacing within his mind. But it disappeared before he could identify it.
What was that. . . ? It almost seemed familiar somehow. . . .
“And now the crown with the magic stone has been placed upon her head,” Azul pointed out, pulling Malleus out of his thoughts.
“Interesting,” Vil said. “They made that haute couture crown for the larger fairy. The gemstone color does match her dress nicely.”
“Is this really the time to do a fashion check?!” Crowley hissed.
Another figure approached the fairies, politely announcing her presence and prompting the golden fairy to turn around.
“Woah. . . .” Kalim breathed. “Look at that fairy’s wings! They’re huge!”
The group’s attention shifted to the very human-sized newcomer, and a small noise of surprise escaped Malleus.
It’s you. . . . He found his attention fixed onto her. She carried herself with grace as she spoke with the golden fairy. What more, her wings harbored that flicker of blue he had seen just moments ago. Even her hair was the same hue.
His eyes drifted from her wings to her serious expression. Why would she be here? Has she been invited to this assemblage? Or is there another reason?
#TWST#Twisted Wonderland#Fairy Gala#Azul Ashengrotto#Vil Schoenheit#Dire Crowley#Malleus Draconia#Kalim Al-Asim#TWST OC#Azura Heron#I'll post links to the fics on here when I've finished of course.#Or maybe I'll post them in their entirety on here too.#Or both. But I'm not sure.#On another note I did take bits of JP and ENG translations and kinda smushed them together for a balance between the two.#Although I very much appreciate the official ENG translations (blunders aside); I do prefer the JP ones since I'm used to those.
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tagged by beloved @josephtrohman <<333 to shuffle my on repeat playlist and post the first 10 songs!
king for a day/green day
love from the other side/fob
get up and fight/muse
lazy bones/green day
rhythm of love/plain white t's
i've been waiting/fob&ilovemakonnen&lil peep
wet hot american summer/cobra starship
soldier's poem/muse
young volcanoes/fob
WHAT YOU GONNA DO???/bastille&graham coxon
tagging @originofpwoper @alonetogether @aeolianblues & @syd-opaque if y'all haven't done it and want to :))
#i feel like i might've done this before but its always fun to do it again!#ty for the tag kelci ilyyyy mwah <3#this is all very typical behavior for me#which is a tag i've used before#classic#idk why that bastille title is so aggressive#two muse songs who are beautiful girls that i love forever#pretty sure soldier's poem came up in another tag game i did lmao#i am constantly in soldiers poem world#i actually had to skip one of the songs that came up bc my keyboard doesn't write in katakana#i guess i could've translated to hiragana but i'm lazy#theres probably a way to change idk i'm stupid anyway#tag games#tar.txt
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Dr. ZEXenstein (Patreon)
#Doodles#SCII#ZEX#The Captain#DAX#I made this before Halloween so it was appropriately spooky at the time of creation! I swear!!#I have a favourite Frankenstein: The Musical animatic that occasionally goes through the rotation but it was still a surprise to crossover#But you know how it goes - at first it's just a fun initial silly/spooky idea and then my brain clicks back on and Oh No This Is A Thing lol#But for now! Silliness!#I'm still really enamoured with the idea of ZEX as a warrior and a scholar - very Thucydides y'know ♪#His extremely brilliant tactical mind needs puzzles! And I mean with all this free time on Cerenkov and given the right Ingredients#He'd certainly have the motivation to try and figure out the trick to life maybe-very-specifically-about-humans lol#It does raise the question of what a ''human'' made by a VUX might be like ♪ Yes he's a reanimated corpse(s) but like#Surely even with all his research - at the very least something /could/ have gotten lost in translation :)#Maybe even just the inherent Thing of humanness - the soul or respect of the dead? Like swearing in another language if you know what I mean#It's interesting :) I mean it's interesting either way haha it's a fun concept!#Especially with Frankenstein specifically since y'know - the creature's whole Thing of why he Came Out Wrong was mostly on Victor!#He rejected and abandoned his ''child'' - of course he's gonna have some emotional issues Victor!#ZEX tho - ZEX has no reason to abandon a human(oid) especially one he intentionally went about bringing about!#So his eyes are a little weird - so he's got some odd stitches and he moves strangely and smells a bit - how different is that from humans?#All humans are monstrous! What's a few extra details? ZEX is already a xenophile and a teratophile is what I'm saying lol#DAX on the other hand is not convinced lol ♪ Drawing his head tendrils change expressions so fast was fun haha#As was drawing the Captain all stitched and with the bolts! Yes yes they're movie addition shhh all art is scaffolded over time#The real question is where ZEX got all the parts from - is that the Captain for realsies?#Or a fun role fill-in ''What if ZEX made a human and it was the Captain [before the Captain would've existed anyway]?''#It could go either way! It'd be sad if ZEX lost his Captain and then tried to bring him back :')#But then again the alternative is him like........harvesting? (Off the battlefield? Ew lol)#Oh yeah and do you like the broken-off head tendril as a stand-in for Victor's whitening hair lol#I imagine it went necrotic and wasn't quite fully reaccepted - it's still full of blood and healthy but the skin is faded and pale hehehe
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Uhm..................
#I got an ask‚ and to answer I was bracing myself to make a big bsd content masterpost#And I did! I was already on my way to share all the manga reading platform I use for every manga‚ I had already listed them up#And I was going to add the additional content like anime streaming resources and art scans resources...#But now I'm having some serious reconsiderations#Like I was happy to make a masterpost! Making masterposts is fun-#and fuels the autistic need to put every little thing in little categories#But now I don't know if it's... Safe to have them all in one place?? I was very glad to share with people the resources I personally use-#but I really don't want to make something that is just. A big list of sites to report / shut down. The thought scares me immensely#And I thought it was safe to share manga reading platforms on Tumblr but what about‚ to name one‚ n/yaa? Would it be safe to link to that?#And it's something I'd highly want to include because some stuff that's there you won't find anywhere else‚#such as the Dead Apple official English translation‚ the official Beast English scans...#Same would go‚ to make another example‚ for m/initokyo‚ or anime streaming platform.#Is it safe to share those... Uhm... More hidden websites through Tumblr? And if not‚ do I have any alternative for sharing?#I'm quite sad because I was already half way through making the list-#but now I'm not sure it's worth to continue if I never end up sharing it.#But then again the safety of people who share content has the maximum priority to me– I wouldn't be able to do ANYTHING without them#Mmmmmmmmmmmhhhh...#I even contemplated sharing the masterlist through text file‚ but I'm not sure if that might work out.#For one‚ I will never EVER use g/oogle docs or any g/oogle service for the matter. I'd rather die#So... I'd really appreciate it if anyone could advice me on this / had any suggestion / thought#random rambles#Sorry for the long ramble. I'm stuck
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I want to start selling stuff like stickers, charms etc. unfortunately Germany is the land of bureaucracy so there's a fuckton to read and to find out so that the Finanzamt (Tax office) doesn't show up at my door one day to demand money because I sold three stickers last year.
#considering the financial stuff I'm not even sure it's gonna be worth it#like i don't expect to sell more than maybe one or two things a year.#or maybe I'm heavily underestimating things. but considering i don't really have a platform to advertise my stuff i doubt it#i don't want to sound like I'm complaining about numbers but most followers i have on social media is 26 on Twitter#and im pretty sure at least half of them are bots.#also im not posting art there anymore#random german because idk if I can even translate this:#ich weiß ja noch nicht mal ob ich dann nen Gewerbe anmelden müsste oder ob das als freiberuflich zählt @.@#Another problem is that i can't estimate if/how much i would sell because to have an estimate I'd need to... you know gater experience#by doing it?
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the pure brainrot i subject myself to when i constantly re-watch the same 360p videos of the animals to just barely catch the act of alan glancing at eric and paying close attention to his body language when performing to know how to approach certain portions of the songs, or end the song in general...
#guess what i was subjecting myself to last night#alan does it all over the place in the 'around and around' and 'talkin' 'bout you' performances..........#eeeeee yes some of the few videos we have of them actually on screen together i wonder why connie watches this so much 😐😑😐#the way in which alan uses his keyboard to back up eric's voice to the point of calling himself eric's 'translator' and amanuensis........#wAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PERPETUALLY EXPLODING.......#them... thank you for sharpening my analysis skills in such a profound way i will forever dedicate my braincells to making sure the world#knows that you two are silly and kind and homoerotic with one another and legitimately enjoy the other's company and musical influence#aGGGGH i need a dr pepper and i also need more animals footage featuring alan some day to study like a peer-reviewed textbook#alan price#eric burdon#the animals#classic rock#gif#60s rock#british invasion#things i said today#animusings#that tag is from my animal blog 😔🙏 animusings everywhere including when i'm at work
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