#but like. you can imagine its aimed at whoever you want so

[bobabep]

hey

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

thinking about the "consensual but not safe or sane tag" but like. what if instead of referring to sex it was referring to Tobirama's dubiously ethical science?

Imagining a fic/universe in which Tobirama is actually pretty well liked by his clan because he invents so much cool stuff they can then use (seals, jutsu including healing jutsu, knowledge, miscellaneous inventions) but you know, Tobirama needs to test things out sometimes. Theory is all well and good but ideally you don't want to be testing something for the very first time when you actually NEED it to work. But the ethics are. Dubious

Like he'll make sure he's certain of the theory before he does anything, and if applicable he will try to test it on mice or something before leaping to human testing. But if animal testing would be difficult/impossible for a particular invention (including diagnostic or healing jutsu, and some combat jutsu) he WILL just jump straight to human testing. Also sometimes "certain of the theory" means "I am certain one of two things will happen here, one of which is the desired result and the other...Isn't."

When talking human experimentation he prefers his subjects to be allies if possible. This is partly because of Hashirama (he assumes Tobirama wouldn't do anything too unethical/harmful to their allies, which may or may not be a flawed assumption but so far hasn't been an issue) but mostly because Tobirama is like. Well. One of the main advantages of testing something on humans is that they can give me coherent feedback on exactly what they experienced/felt/etc,but if the human in question is a prisoner or captured enemy they'll probably just fucking lie to me about it and that would impede further research quite significantly. Nah. Best stick to allies as test subjects

I want to say this is a universe in which a) because naruto-verse is so anachronistic and what people know is further complicated by jutsu vs technology vs keeping secrets, Tobirama's first step in helping the Senju clan develop the more complex healing jutsu was "figure out anatomy"; AND b) rumours abound about Senju Tobirama being an evil mad scientist who aims to steal bloodline limits and experiments on prisoners and there's always screaming coming from his lab... most people either fully believe this or are like "I'm sure he doesn't do any unethical experiments or test anything on humans or hurt anyone at all ever (except in battle/missions)" both of which are, of course, wrong. Just, in opposite directions

Anyway

Scenario in which an insignificant Senju is captured by another clan (Uchiha? or would it be funnier for them to learn secondhand?) and one of the first things the captors are discussing is after stripping them of weapons etc and possibly changing their clothes (look its pretty standard practice to have ninja wire, senbon, etc hidden in your clothes, it's a BAD IDEA to leave a prisoner in the clothing they had prior to capture) is "hey what the hell are these scars about?? were they tortured before or something??"

(okay pronouns are getting confusing with using plural they for captors+singular for prisoner+he for Tobirama so I'm deciding the prisoner uses she/her for sake of easy comprehension with pronouns for now)

And so at some point they question the prisoner and she's p out of it (concussion and or drugs and or shock and or genjutsu so she answers p easily she's like "which scars?"

and whoever is leading the questioning goes, "well, for starters, these scars here. when were you tortured and who by? how did you escape? (subtext: is this smth we need to be aware of/take into account and also how do we stop you escaping us the same way?)"

and she pauses a moment because what "I've never been tortured?? this is also the first time I've been captured. embarrassing really. normally people just try to kill me s'not like I'm important"

and the leader goes "..okay. how did you get these scars then?" whilst another of their group talks over them to say "wtf do you MEAN you've never been tortured it looks like someone cut you apart!"

and she goes "lab day :)"

and the leader takes a hint from the interruptor's wild gesturing to press "...how does a 'lab day' entail being cut apart?"

and she, alarmingly casually given shes talking about her own insides, clarifies "well, anatomy studies. duh. hard to study the insides of a person when the outsides are in the way, yknow?"

alarmed silence

"just cut...there, and there", jerking her chin towards two horizontal scars on one arm, "line between them..." there is indeed another scar connecting them, like a poorly proportioned H, "..and then pull the skin back to see underneath."

more horrified silence

"like flaps! or the pages of a book!" she continues (un)helpfully, "and then you draw out what you see under the skin, ideally with annotations and stuff. we've got some pretty good charts now"

"...and you say you've never been tortured before."

"nope!"

"and you don't classify that as torture because..?"

she's all blank confusion

"torture is damage or genjutsu or emotional pain inflicted by an enemy with the intention of extracting information and/or causing a victim to suffer," she reels off by rote. "that, another jerk of chin towards the scars in question, "was none of those?"

"...right."

"well I guess technically it was an attempt to extract information, yknow, the information being 'what does the inner arm look like in this spot', but if that alone classified it as torture then every conversation and observation would also be classified as torture, so..." she's still really out of it and getting distracted

"..of course. so your captor wasn't intending for you to suffer, even though you still have scars even now?"

"I mean, this was like. five months ago. I scar real easily but I also heal pretty well so those ones should be almost invisible in maybe three years?" she frowns belatedly processing "hey! captor's a bit harsh. I only had any restraints at all because I get real fidgety real quick and I kept moving too much when I tried to see what was happening. not a good idea to move around when someone's got their hands in your insides. my cousin is way better at staying still and still seeing what's going on, lucky bitch, so doesn't have to deal with restraints at all"

"you were conscious when this happened."

"yeah?"

"surely if they didn't want you to suffer the easiest option would have been to just knock you out until you had recovered from the.. injury. keeping you awake and not suffering, as you insist you werent, seems far more complicated"

she's kind of confused by this "well, yeah it was sort of complicated to figure out and implement and stuff but if I wasn't aware that wouldn't be nearly as useful?"

"...what"

"well. in this PARTICULAR case I guess it didn't really matter but USUALLY on lab days being aware is helpful. tobirama-sama says one of the top reasons to use human subjects is you can actually get active feedback on how they're affected since they can just tell you"

one of the interrogators, somewhat further from her and (mistakenly) too loudly not to be heard "god fucking DAMNIT I thought those rumours were exaggerated"

[eamour]

a change in self.

every change in the outer world requires a change from within, your inner world — SELF. a change in self means a change in feeling, a change in feeling means a change in state, and that leads to a change in your external reality. but changing self isn’t as hard as you may think it is.

self concept.

your self concept is a summary of all convictions you have accepted about yourself. all beliefs, all assumptions regarding you. your concept of self directs and affects most of the things that happen in the external world as it is the "blueprint" to your experiences.

changing your concept.

the purpose of this post is to make you understand that revamping your assumptions of self doesn’t ask for a lot of effort. no, you do not need to go through a ritual, prepare for all demons to leave your body, sell yourself to the devil, do shadow work, or anything of that kind.

ending and beginning.

just like every living being, there is life and death. there is a beginning and an ending. in order to create new life, old life has to disappear, entirely. for new life to be placed, old life needs to be replaced. and the same way, you go about changing your conceptions of self. you don’t just let go of one-two assumptions about yourself — you let your old self die and surrender COMPLETELY before you make room for your new one. this is so important because you cannot carry with you any conceptions of the old self into the new one. or else you won’t change, you won’t shift self.

when we aim for a change in self, we actually "aim" for two things or do two things at the same time. one thing (1 · letting go of old beliefs) paves the way for the other (2 · claiming new beliefs), so 2 automatically follows after 1.

old concept · "i am poor, hated, dumb and unsuccessful."

new concept · "i am rich, loved, smart and successful."

all you have to do is to claim yourself to be your desired version of yourself. you don’t need to work on beliefs you had about yourself for ages or dip deep, find out what type of traumatic events must have occurred for you to believe yourself to be who you are now. you don’t need to do ANY of that. by declaring that you are who you want to be, you are automatically declaring who you NO LONGER are.

self is god.

you shall never forget your true self. in order to change your assumptions about who you are, who you were and who you are going to be, you need to become clear about who you are — GOD. you are an all-mighty being, and in imagination you can be whoever you want to be. you have permission to adapt and take over any convictions of yourself which you wish you had. you aren’t limited or restricted like a human being but possess power to its fullest. you are the only creator and outside of you, there is no other. you aren’t this garment of disappointment, fear or failure that you have assigned to yourself. you aren’t this one version of yourself just like there isn’t only one version of you that exists. you are everything, at all times. you carry all possible conceptions of self and will continue to own an infinite variety of self concepts to select from because YOU happen to be INFINITE.

"no one to change but SELF" — neville goddard.

with love, ella.

[wifeofladyqu]

One small step

stuff thats in here: intentional Isekai reader, reader has a mechanical tail, fem reader, some swearing, a bit of violence.

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If she had a nickle for the number of times she was told to go into an interdimensional portal she would have two nickles, except she wouldnt, because appearantly the currency here is called "berries". Its a much more colorful world than hers, she notes as she looks around herself, its cute in an almost cartoonish way, nothing like the cold calculating lab she calls home. The doctor had told her that there was no way to know which universe she ended up in, but she had to admit it could have been worse, the air was breathable, the ground was solid, and nothing had tried to kill her yet, nice.

As she looked over the azure waters near the island she was on she spotted something, something big, and interesting. It seemed to be a ship of some sort. It was much smaller and more primitive than she was used to. It had a cartoonish goathead as a figurehead and a jollyroger with a strawhat on it. Huh? Where those orange trees? Guess they have to avoid scurvy somehow. She had to admit the sight made her a bit curious, so she took off her jumpsuit revealing a wetsuit underneath, she dove into the water and cautiously swam towards the pirate ship, at least she assumed it was despite being so cute. Once she had neared and climbed onto the she saw that the only person there was a green haired boy seemingly her age, except way uglier, whatever, not here for him, she cautiously walked towards the orange trees. The miniature orchard was surprisingly well kept for being on a boat, the fragrant fruit looking plump and juicy, however before she could swipe one and dive back into the ocean she felt a sword at her neck.

"Who are you and what do you think you're doing?" It was the ugly greenie who was sleeping on the deck, she didnt think he would notice her. "Dont you mind that..." She says as she raises her tail, the tip opening up revealing a razor sharp needle, however, before she could inject him he held his sword closer to her neck, nearly drawing blood. "Well shit, nevermind then...." she thought for a few seconds before deciding on a course of action. "Actually on second thought," before he can react she stabs him with the needle anyway, injecting him with the mysterious liquid. "Nighty night."

"What do you-" before he can finish his sentence he falls down unconcious, phew. She relaxes her tail as the tip closes up again and continues on her current mission, plucking an orange, she picks a particularly sexy orange before diving back into the water and swimming back to the island she started on. in a few minutes time shes back on the lush greenery she had come to associate with the reactor, yet despite its abundance it lacked one simple thing: Oranges, the sweet, juicy, sexy divine fruit of heaven- but enough about that, she put her jumpsuit back on, sat on a big rock on the sandy beach and started peeling and eating the orange. except it wasnt an orange. This fruit was sweeter, more flavorful than any fruit she could ever imagine, she wanted more, so she picked apart the fruit and started looking for seeds in the juicy flesh, except she couldnt find any, seedles fruit? Why? What purpose?

So she did the next most logical thing she could think of, she swam back to the silly pirate ship with the fruit, aiming to get more fruit along with some seeds. By the time she found the ship again it was already night-time, good, she thought, whoever other than the greenie is on should be asleep, so she climbed on deck again and cautiously approached the not-orange-trees and and started to quietly pick apart the fruit looking for seeds, 5 fruits in and with sticky fingers she still couldn't find what she was looking for, so of course she did the third most logical thing, steal a sapling but once more, before she could acomplish anything there was a blade to her throat. GREAT.

"You again?" he said as he pressed the blade closer to her throat. "Im not sorry for stabbing you and injecting you with liquids of questionable origins." She said in full confidence, she could feel his hand trembling slightly, ugly greenie. "The hell is your problem!?" he yells, right in her ear, ow. "Who are you and what the fuck do you want with nami's mikan trees!?" so thats what they're called. She raises her tail to inject him like last time but this time he holds the sword close enough to actually draw blood, she relaxes her tail, dont really wanna risk that. "I was just gonna take a little sapling, nothing that wont grow back." she says flatly, her eyes not betraying a single thought or emotion, not that he could see, due to being behind her and all. Loser. "Now if you could just..." right after she said that, she wrapped her tail around his arm and forced it away from her throat. Good, one problem fixed. "Sweet." Then she quickly turned around and kneed him in the stomach, making him keel over from the pain and probably the force. She quickly jumps away when he tries to slash her with his swords, she just notices he has two more, overcompensating much. She raises her tail and prepares for a fight though shes interupted by the feel of a gun to her head, not sweet.

"Just one problem after another..." she says mostly to herself, now with greenie in front of her and someone else behind her she decides on her next course of action, she lowers her tail and puts her hands up, believe it or not she actually values her life. Around 20 minutes have passed and shes now tied up sitting on the ground, the guy who held a gun to her, "Sanji" as she's learned his name is was currently arguing with "Zoro", the ugly greenie.

Lucky her though, they were distracted, so she slowly and cautiously used her tail to loosen the ropes, after around 30 minutes the ropes were loose enough to wiggle out of and the idiots were still arguing, the most logical thing to do now was probably to wait till she was alone and sneak off, like fuck. In a split second she was behind the blondie with her tail wrapped around his throat, the needle at the tip pointing to his vitals, piss-haired troglodyte. "Your rope tying skills are shit..." she whispered in his ear, he couldn't exactly do anything about it with her tail around his throat, she then looked to the greenie and said "Do that again and I'lll kill him." she was bluffing, she was told by her superiors to specifically NOT kill anyone. Extreme injuries are fine though. So she quickly threw the blondie to the side and dove into the water, swiftly swimming away. maybe she should try something else.

She couldnt exactly return to the island, the ship had already sailed too far away for her to find the way back. Instead she opted to just swim around aimlessly until she found something cool. Swimming was fun, in the water she got to see all sorts of cool things; like big anemones and sea monsters. she made sure to avoid the less savory creatures but all in all it was really pretty underwater, nothing like the cold, freezing waters of home. Eventually she noticed that the sun started rising, the rising flame painting the starry sky in vivid colors. It was beautiful.

After a while of more swimming she finds another island, this one is bigger than the one she started on and seems to have an actual civilization, sweet. And even sweeter, there were coconut trees on the beach which meant more heavenly nourishment to bring home. So she exited the water and got up on the warm, sandy beach, a small crab scurrying out of the way of her feet, it was a nice temperature, very enjoyable. But while looking around for suitable coconuts she spotted something, the same cartoony ship from before...

The coconuts can wait.

She slowly walked towards the ship, careful not to be seen by anyone. Her fist held at her side clenched tight and her breathing slowly becoming more ragged and uneven. She wouldnt kill them though, just mess with them. So what does she do? She draws boobs on their ship. Haha. After shes done vandalizing the cartoony ship she decides to slip into the alleys of the town, the town is colorful, and loud. Too loud for her liking, a direct consequence of spending so much time in a "perfect" all girls school for most of her life, it was so quiet in the hallway it almost felt more like a mortuary. Anyway.

As she sneaks around town she sees a boy in a strawhat running around, stretching his limbs to absurd lenghts with seemingly no effort. What? She was pretty sure human limbs werent supposed to do that, but then again, do the people in this world really count as humans? Could they even be considered people? Thats not up to her though, so who cares? The stretchy boy was way more interesting. So she snuck after the stretchy boy as best she could, it was a bit hard considering his bouncy speediness but she managed to keep up. All that training wasn't for nothing. She followed him all the way to what looked like a plaza of sorts, with lots of people along with a.... was that an execution platform? Who would wanna see that? Its just doom and gloom. Whatever. She'll just go somewhere else.

So she snuck back into the alleyways and continued her exploration of the town. After a while of skulking about she finds a.... she think it says marine base. Learning new languages isnt easy... So she does the best thing ever and jumps through a window. A delicious glass meal, not that her knees would agree. The room she broke into was filled with smoke, which made it hard to see (and breathe).

Oh, and theres a weirdo here aswell.

[thephooka]

How we got here from there

Or, the long journey of a longform long-running webcomic about a long man with long wings.

In the spirit of @feathernotes and @phantomarine who have been talking about just starting your webcomic and not worrying about being "ready", I was inspired to do a post about White Noise's origin! I'm a little limited by the fact that I either left behind or destroyed a lot of the art I have from prior to 2009, so you'll have to take my word for it.

Cringe Truth below the cut!

The Cringe Truth of White Noise is that it has its roots in a Pokemon x Yu Yu Hakusho x self-insert(s) roleplay thread I used to do with an internet friend I made on Neopets guild forums way back in 2002-ish. We would come home from school every day and RP over AIM, and then when we had to get offline, whoever left first would email the other one, and we would continue via email until we were back on AIM at the same time.

Liya was my self insert.

This isn't even remotely the earliest art of her, it's just the earliest I have on hand. I was drawing her for almost a decade by the time I drew this one. Imagine the earlier drawings as being like I traced over Sailor Moon characters that I printed out from deviantART and gave them a brown ponytail.

The funny thing is Liya really hasn't changed much from her original form! I also had loose brown curls that I kept in a ponytail 24/7 to the point that it showed when I had it down (which is why her hair is 'dented' like that). I did it because I was trans and didn't know it; she does it because she hasn't realized she can just cut it off and be butch yet.

Other characters that date back from this time period: Yoshi (originally an InuYasha/Rurouni Kenshin pastiche), Hawk (I don't remember when he got wings but they were white at first), Numair (named after the Tamora Pierce character and filling a Koenma kind of role), Helly (sort of--I had an elf character named Kamui who had the same temperament, and he was eventually transmuted into Helly) and...Kurogane.

I've never named Kurogane but he appears in the background of the comic a few times, as my own personal inside joke.

Vlad came along somewhere between this RP period and planning the comic, but I can't remember when or why. I don't have drawings from that time (~2004?) but he was the first character I drew when I got a tablet for the first time.

Everyone else came along later when I started actually planning out the comic.

All this said: the reason I started White Noise as a weekly webcomic is because I wanted to learn to draw better.

At the time I was in college majoring in animation, but I didn't feel like I was learning very much at all (the program was badly structured; I had more art history classes than anything else. It was a mess.) I was also working nights in order to feed myself, and so had a lot of downtime. I had this story rattling around in my head from my RP days, so I figured, why not just give it a go?

For posterity here's a photo of a chapter 1 panel in progress, back in 2011 with my typical college diet in the bg:

(Chapter 1 was originally pencil on paper, scanned in and colored in PS. I later re-drew it to make it fully digital to match with the rest of the comic.)

There's been a lot of talking about not waiting until you're 'ready' to start a webcomic, and I agree with that sentiment. Try framing it like this: making a comic every week for years and years will improve your art way more than any prep work you can do before starting the comic. It's like learning to swim. You can read about swimming all you want, but you're not going to really figure it out until you do it. If your early comics are bad, well, that's normal. It used to be an expected part of doing webcomics; I blame the shift into expecting webcomics to be polished from start to finish partly on commercialization in the space, but that's an angry rant for another time.

With this background, here's the collage I posted for WN's 10 year anniversary back in 2021:

And now we're here.

So do your webcomic. Put it on ComicFury or make a janky little site for it. Be okay with imperfect pages and be prepared to shout into the void for a while. Even if it's always a hobby, if it never makes you a dime or wins you any awards--that's fine! You'll be a lot happier if you learn not to worry about that stuff, and just make something that will help you grow and make you happy. We could do with a lot more work like that in the world imo.

[elmaxlys]

Judge, Jury, Executioner (Part 5)

part 1 - part 2 - part 3- part 4

Kuon and her new traveling partner were walking across bridges and buildings. Suzuki walked in front of her and she merely followed, content to at least not be alone anymore.

The sun was setting, coloring the sky a nice purplish orange color. The sky was reflected in the thousand windows of the many buildings around them. The sight was quite breathtaking and Kuon took a bunch of pictures with her phone. The noise of snapping the picture alerted Suzuki in front of her and he quickly turned to see what it was. When he saw Kuon with her phone, he snorted.

"It's not nice to laugh!" she pouted.

"We're out there in a man eat man world and you're taking pictures of the scenery - you have to admit it's a tad funny!" he retorted

He put the shield down, waiting for her to be done. Even when he was mocking her, he remained considerate and Kuon appreciated him for that.

"You see," she said as she took a picture of him as well and he sticked out his tongue in response, "it's always useful to have data to fall back on. Our memory cannot always be trusted. On top of that, all this might be very important once we're back."

He looked pensive for a bit

"You think we'll go back?"

Kuon blinked.

"Why wouldn't we?"

He scoffed. "Because whoever took us there clearly wants as many of us as possible dead."

"Don't be so pessimistic!" she smiled as she put her phone back. "You're a great fighter, and once you teach me you'll even have me to have your back."

His smile softened somewhat, became less taunting, less acidic.

"Aight, whatever you say. In the meantime we need to find a nice place to spend the night."

She nodded and off on their way they went

Still walking behind Suzuki, she looked at him pensively. He had taken the stalker's shield for himself. When she had asked him about it, he had answered that it was cool. He apparently wanted to collect many different weapons. Kuon thought it would be inconvenient when traveling but so far, it seemed it all felt like nothing to him.

She looked at her frail arms and compared them to the man's. She didn't think bulking up would look nice on her but maybe she'd need to if she didn't want to be a burden.

After a while, they finally decided to go down the entrails of a building. The light outside was decreasing and the wind was chilly. On top of that there was an untouched supply bag right in front of the stairs leading down. That was enough for them to decide : if the bag was untouched, then surely there mustn't be many inside.

Kuon took out the gun Suzuki had given her, put both her school backpack and their new bag on her back and followed Suzuki down the stairs. The lights were on and the visibility was better than outside, at this hour. Still, the sharp angles were too dangerous to drop guard.

They walked down the stairs without encountering anyone. But now that they were in a corridor, they could see a figure, still a bit far away. Suzuki put his bag and shield near a wall and gestured at Kuon to do the same.

"Alright," he said. "It's isolated and the corridor isn't too wide so there's not much it can do to avoid. Plus, even if it comes to attack, I'll be the target. So now I want you to try and shoot it."

Kuon gulped. She took the gun in her hands and tried to imagine how she should position herself. She raised the gun and attempted to aim. Unsure, she eyed Suzuki. In answer he shook his head and corrected her posture: her feet, her shoulders, her grip. Then he undid the gun's security for her and said :

"Now aim and shoot."

She did

The sound was much more than she had expected from hearing the shots from afar in this world. She jolted a little and it was made worse by the recoil. It went way past the target, putting a hole in the wall.

"Try again."

She did.

The figure had turned in their direction and seemed to hesitate. Kuon could now see the white mask covering its face. It tilted its head for a bit. But when it saw Suzuki next to her, it raised the weapon in its hand. Scissors, apparently. It started walking in their direction, no doubt left as to what it wanted to accomplish. She took a deep breath and shot.

It didn't go too far. Suzuki nodded. He went behind her and aimed her hands himself.

The fabric of his gloves was coated in dry blood. But his fingers, free from it, were warm on hers. She shuddered at the contact.

"Shoot."

She did.

The mask collapsed. She didn't see where she got it but she visibly did. She remained vigilant, not to claim victory too soon. She aimed at the body now sprawled on the floor and pulled the trigger some more, correcting her aim each time.

She turned to Suzuki, who was still standing behind her, and addressed him a huge smile.

"I did it!"

"Yup. That was awesome, Shinzaki-chan."

He raised his fist. She looked at it a few seconds before he laughed. "Gee, Miss Sheltered! You're supposed to bump it."

So she did.

part 6

[mirpuzzle]

Hi! Could I hear some of your thoughts/HCs about Bonz, Sid and Zygor's personalities? I want to add them to my Sims 4 save, but I'm having trouble choosing their traits, and you seem to be the expert on these cornflakes, :]

Hi! 🌸 Sorry for the wait. It'll be my pleasure to ramble about Kotsuzuka and his friends ❤️ This will be a long post.

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Shared traits

✦ Kotsuzuka and his friends can be naive and trusting. This can sometimes cloud their judgment and common sense.

Yes, dear. Trapping someone and his friends in a cave, leaving them to die just because you lost a duel to him is indeed too much. I'm glad you figured that out 👍

✦ They have a strong sense of camaraderie, so betraying their loyalty will cause them to hold a grudge against you.

Kotsuzuka | Bonz 👻

✦ Ghost-boy is impulsive. Even though I think their gang-like friend group has no leader, I imagine Kotsuzuka's impulsiveness often drags Takaido and Satake into stuff. And they go along with it. Because it's fun.

✦ Kotsuzuka is a playful little guy. He loves scaring people, but only when it's intentional. Scaring someone by accident might make him feel bad, like that time in Duel Links when a girl mistook him for a ghost and ran away when he tried to duel her, and he was later accused of stealing her card. Poor little thing T_T

✦ He's self-conscious about his appearance, even if he tries to play it off. Mean comments can offend him 😞

✦ He's very expressive and has no problem showing his emotions. OR, has trouble hiding them.

✦ The way he questioned Keith's instructions during his duel against Jonouchi | Joey tells me he's true to himself and usually doesn't keep quiet when something doesn't feel right.

✦ He can be dependent, especially on someone he looks up to.

✦ There's a major difference between manga and anime (Battle City arc), which translates into Kotsuzuka having opposite changes in his character development:

In the anime, he and his friends want to prove they can go to the tournament's finals by themselves (partially out of spite), even if that means resorting to dirty tricks and stealing other duelists' Puzzle | Locator Cards.

In the manga, Kotsuzuka is alone and seems to be dueling fairly. This, combined with what we know from Duel Links (which is based on the manga) and other games, we can tell he's not a bad guy. He no longer needs to follow Keith's orders or resort to cheating. He wants to prove he can be a good duelist without Keith's help. Of course, this doesn't stop him from mainly taking on opponents he deems weak.

✦ Other random headcanons I made up: . Kotsuzuka is a goth and no one will convince me otherwise. . He specifically styles his hair like that to look scarier. . He doesn't have eyebrows. However, that doesn't stop me from giving him eyebrows when I draw him. He paints them with makeup. That's why I color them black.

Takaido | Sid 🔥

✦ Matching his apparent fire theme, Takaido seems to have an explosive personality. I don't know if this translates into him possibly having a short temper, but, having a serious argument with him, or making him really upset doesn't sound like it'd go well. He's prone to snap and yell.

✦ Remember when he stopped Honda | Tristan by throwing a bead at him, in the dark? He has good eyesight/aim, so watch out if he throws things at you.

✦ Takaido isn't the type to get into a group fight directly. He's more likely to back his friends up from afar if he can. He also doesn't have a problem with provoking others… as long as whoever he's provoking doesn't pose a threat.

✦ I've noticed he talks less than his friends. However, when he does, he makes it count. He knows what to say.

✦ Takaido can be a bit of a coward. The way he abandoned his friends when Kotsuzuka's duel with Yami Bakura was nearing its end, or the way he stood frozen in fear (in the manga) as Keith punished Kotsuzuka FOR FOLLOWING HIS INSTRUCTIONS could mean he doesn't handle fear/panic well.

✦ The way he dresses makes me think he cares about his appearance and spends some time choosing an outfit that makes him look good.

*fangirls_screaming.mp3*

✦ Other random headcanons I made up: . Takaido likes spicy food and warm weather. . He hates cold.

Satake | Zygor ⚡

✦ Satake is a tough guy. Not only physically but emotionally as well. Out of the three of them, Satake is the only one who's never cried during the time they've been on screen, not even at the end of the duel against Yami Bakura. Perhaps life has taught him to toughen up, and he either doesn't cry anymore, or it would take A LOT to make him cry.

✦ In the manga, when Keith lost it and punished Kotsuzuka FOR DOING EXACTLY AS HE SAID (yes, I'm still mad), Satake looked at them in horror as if he was about to say "Oi, Aniki, that's enough!" but couldn't react out of shock. This is why he strikes me as a protective friend.

✦ He's very supportive. You can count on him to cheer for you, comfort, reassure you, or keep you sane. Or to beat someone up for you.

✦ He's good with heavy work and often relies on physical strength. It's like his first instinct is to fight or attack things, probably to look intimidating. However, I haven't seen him raise a hand against any of his friends even once. This aggressive behavior must be aimed at strangers and enemies.

✦ Other random headcanons I made up: . I don't know why but I think he would be good at babysitting kids. That doesn't mean he would be a good influence, though. . Contrary to his intimidating appearance and attitude, he's fond of little animals. They evoke that protective nature that's characteristic of him. . He likes storms. He thinks tornadoes are cool (not up close, of course).

Thank you for the ask! I hope any of this helps. If anyone else would like to add their thoughts/headcanons, feel free to do so ♥

[daidonzo]

Call, won't you call out my name? Like a curse on this world? Like a battle cry? And you make me hate myself Make me tear my body Make me yearn for your embrace Sleep Token - Take Aim

'It's hard.'

'What is?'

'Losing someone,' Alicent said, with a thin voice, embargoed by emotion.

She was talking to herself, once again, maintaining a dialogue in which she played both parts; speaker and listener. She wouldn't tell anybody about her feelings. She wouldn't tell anyone about anything because she was tired of empty looks and shrugging shoulders when her throat was hoarse from screaming, from yelling, her fingers tired of clenching around something she could barely hold on to. She would let go, eventually, she knew this — she really did. But that didn't mean she wouldn't leave clawmarks behind, find pieces of skin and blood below her nails as she dug them… where? How could you refuse to let go of a feeling? Because that was everything that was left, a feeling. There was a person, somewhere in the distance, so far that Alicent couldn't reach it. Rhaenyra had gone to a place the redhead wasn't able to follow.

And it was easy to accept it, in the beginning. It was easy because they both knew it couldn't be, because a person cannot feed on hope and wishful thinking. There were five stages of grief, or so they said: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. She had skipped all of them, gone straight to accepting. Yes, I know this is not working out, blame society or blame your dad or blame whoever you want to blame, but it is a fact: we're not working out. So. It was easy.

But then depression creeped in, walking on its tippy toes, making barely a sound and closing the door behind it. It walked in and sat beside her in what used to be Rhaenyra's side of the bed whenever she stayed over, in the pillow that barely retained her scent and that used to have a few long, blonde hairs stuck to it but now had nothing other than perhaps a thousand, a million of microscopic mites because Alicent refused to wash it, trying to keep whatever was left of her, a ghost inhabiting something as ridiculous as a pillow, but hey, sometimes they wore sheets over their shapeless forms, so it was definitely proven that they liked bedding.

Depression creeped in and it felt like there was no more air inside of her lungs. Like someone was sitting on her chest, a night hag of some sort, because she was always laying down when sadness hit her like a wave, when it clashed against her like a raging bull would had she been wearing red, but she didn't like those colors anymore. No red, no black. She could do nothing about her crimson curls, but if there was a way to get rid of them, she'd do it immediately, if only because every single time she stared at a mirror she could see Rhaenyra's pale hand tangled in them, fingers twisting the coils around, playfully. How eerie, to think of a phantom hand, and call it love.

'I know the day you were born in. I know that, when you laugh, wrinkles appear on the side of your eyes and I know it takes me exactly three seconds to take my lips from the lobe of your ear to the base of your neck, more if I stop to examine that beauty spot I used to call home and that you always tried to hide with powder. I can imagine you, next to me, reacting to everything I say and it's mostly pity and compassion and you wonder how did I end up like this and I have no answer to give you other than I don't know, I don't know, I don't know…'

Alicent had only wanted to consume. Because she knew no other way of loving, she knew nothing else, because she had wanted to literally unhinge her jaw like a serpent and swallow Rhaenyra whole. Make the blonde woman part of herself, forever. And she had wanted Rhaenyra to do the same thing. To bite her, to eat her, literally, so that Alicent could nurture her body and soul and she'd be alive, partly, because of her. And to thank her, Alicent'd completely devote herself to Rhaenyra, worship the ground she walked in, write her name in stars, in atoms, on earth, on tree trunks.

Instead, she had shaped herself to be something other. Someone else. She had shaped herself to be what was expected of her, what her own life demanded, in a way that she could fit in and not have to look for her own place in the world. Like an organ transplant or a blood transfusion, there was no way her life's immune system (pretending it was a sentient being) would reject her because she'd be so similar, she'd even share the same antigens, and she'd be her own perfect match. Someone made to her family's image and likeness, a rib taken from her father's body.

The last time they had seen each other, they had fought.

'What will you do now?' Rhaenyra had asked, after they had agreed it was over, looking at her with eyes wet with tears and a trembling lower lip that Alicent wanted so desesperately to still with her own.

'I'll probably write something about it. A poem, perhaps. It won't rhyme.'

She wasn't looking at Rhaenyra when she said those words, instead finding her feet the most interesting thing in the entire world, so everything she heard in response was a cough.

She couldn't bear to think it was anything else.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

can you post some skz lee headcanons? I would love to know what you hc on all the members. Make sure to take your time!

omg yes! let me know if you want ler hcs too!

SKZ Lee Headcanons: By Me!

this gif is one of my favorites its so 🥺

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Chan:

a pretty good ler-leaning switch

like a pretty solid 70% ler, 30% lee

that 30% lee though

usually either tickled by lee know or changbin

changbin being the only one able to keep his arms up 🙄

weak to pokes

like if you manage to place some well positioned pokes he will literally be a giggly mess

laughs are so squawky <3

loud HAHAHAs

so cute honestly

3racha tickle fights

all i have to say

his worst spot is def hips

8/10 ticklish

EXTREMELY VULNERABLE TO FEATHERS (specially on his abs ykyk)

Minho/Lee Know:

no one expected him to be ticklish

but he is

one

of the most

ticklish

members 👏🏻

100% will shout at whoever is tickling him

VERY SQUIRMY

have fun trying to hold this one down

mostly tickled by chan or jisung

ya know

the only ones who would even dare

you have to catch him off guard

constantly suspicious of every movement

sweetest giggles ever 😭

worst spot is v line

dont even try to argue

9/10 ticklish

not AS vulnerable to feathers but get him in the neck with one and it's over

Changbin:

my baby 😭

definitely one of the lesser tickled members

his muscles aint for show

needs multiple members to pin him down

first few laughs are a little breathy

but once you really start working on his upper body

he will be the cutest cackling mess ever

upper ribs and armpits are prolly his worst spot

cannot handle even the lightest tickles to his underarms

careful not to get punched in the face if you do

he loves it tho

lower body is definitely not as ticklish

but aim for his knees and find out

probably tickled most by chan and jisung

again

3racha tickle fights

i can't really see anyone else aiming for him

8.5/10 ticklish

not very sensitive to feathers anywhere except the stomach

cutest giggles 😭😭😭

Hyunjin:

one of the biggest lees to ever lee part 1

there is literally no spot which isn't ticklish

not even his head

remember that head massager?

yup

tickled most by minho

but practically gets tickled by everyone

poor kid can't catch a break

tries to tickle back but there's no ler in him

loud screams rather than laughs

like his laugh-screams are so loud

another armpit weak bby

cutest thing ever

"AHHHHH HAAHAAHAAHAA"

10/10 ticklish asdfghjkl

Han Jisung:

what a giggly mess honestly

cute gummy smile

legs are one of his worst spots

nowhere specific

just everywhere cause he's that ticklish

there and his sides

he's always tickled there in the videos

giggles are one of the purest to exist

tickled most by chan as he is chan's baby

followed by minho and then changbin

3racha tickle fights 😭🤚🏻

waist is so ticklish it's an absolute delight if you manage to get him there

snickers >_<

hear me out

squeaks

9/10 ticklish~

pretty feather ticklish around everywhere

Lee Felix:

definitely feather ticklish

idk i just imagine that to be the first thing about him

worst spots are probably stomach and sides

he will be screaming

ears are pretty ticklish

its pretty adorable

tickled most by minho or hyunjin

i just see tickle fights between hyunlix

high pitched laugh

brightest giggles ever

8/10 ticklish

Seungmin:

thinks of himself as more of a ler than a lee

definitely has his share of ticklish areas though

for example, his neck and ears

idk i just find little giggles the cutest thing ever

worst spot is prolly armpits

i think we all agree

tickled most by chan

we all saw that one hug tackle video ok 🙄🤚🏻

loves loves LOVES cuddly tickles

will never admit it

will 1000% get back the person who tickled him

"haahaahaa"

cutest laughter

7/10 ticklish

i can only see him being feather ticklish on his armpits or neck

Jeongin:

one of the biggest lees to ever lee part 2

literally ticklish everywhere

just like hyunjin

literally insanely ticklish

sides? screaming

neck? screaming

armpits? screaming even more

worst spots? armpits and neck

we all agree come on

tickle fights with seungmin

loses 99.9% of the time

walking tickle spot

mostly tickled by everyone

being one of the most ticklish and the maknae

practically guarantees all members will not stop bothering him

cutest giggles ever

again, 10/10 ticklish

FEATHER👏🏻 TICKLISH👏🏻

EVERYWHERE

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[hiswordsarekisses]

“Imagine standing before a tightrope that stretches across Niagara Falls.

You’ve been given a guarantee by God himself that you’ll make it across safely.

The life he intends for you is on the other side, so remaining where you are is not an option. You have to go.

Still, even with his rock-solid promise, you’re shaking. A nervous wreck. Every step of the way, every downward glance, you’re both exhilarated and terrified.

Finally on the other side, you collapse in joy and nervous exhaustion. You made it. Just as he said.

That’s a taste of what scripture means when it says to work out your salvation with fear and trembling (Philippians 2:12).

It has nothing to do with earning it, and everything to do with being aware of how unfathomable it is — how utterly scary your situation was without its promise.

You don’t question the outcome of your journey; like tight-roping across the falls, you walk it out with acute awareness of the magnitude.

You live your salvation with awe.

Aim to live with that sense of sacredness, that exhilaration of the treachery of the journey, on one hand, and the certainty of the promise on the other.

Without God’s guarantee, fear and trembling are only terrifying.

With it, they are a cause for worship and gratitude every moment of the day.”

~ Chris Tiegreen

The phrase “pass the test” is translated from a word that also means “reprobate” “unapproved” “counterfeit” “disqualified” “rejected”

(“Examine yourselves to see whether you are in the faith; test yourselves. Can’t you see for yourselves that Jesus Christ is in you—unless you actually fail the test?” 2ndCorinthians‬ ‭13‬:‭5‬)

So, we are told to examine ourselves “to see that we are in the faith,” and to see that none of those “pass the test” things apply to us!

How can we tell? How do we know if we “pass the test?”

We can definitely know - and will be able to tell, with certainty, if we are consistently reading and studying in the Word of God because He has made these things clear in His Word so that we can have assurance to Know beyond a doubt that we are right with God and headed for heaven. God wants us to have assurance - that’s part of the reason He left us His written Word.

Salvation requires only faith in what Jesus did on the cross - that He died and shed Hos blood as our substitute - in our place - so that we can be forgiven and set free from a life of sin. Yet - Even this we are not required to have on our own, but God will give us this faith if we ask Him. We are required to have it - but not required to produce it. God’s Love always supplies whatever His Love demands.

The following 6 things are just ways that we can know for sure - by symptom - that we have truly passed from death to life - and that we do indeed believe and have this faith that God requires.

These are not ways to “BE saved” - these are ways we can see that we truly do belong to God.

These things will all be happening in our lives as a “result” of this faith.

If we do not find these things in our life, then we can still pray that God will produce faith in us, and with it the “fruit in keeping with repentance.” (Matthew 3:8)

1)

We have assurance of eternal life if we believe "in the name of the Son of God" (I John 5:13; 4:15; 5.1)

2)

We have assurance of eternal life if we love the Father and the Son rather than the world, and if we depend on God's guidance and power to overcome the world's influence - by resting in HIS ability and not our own - as He writes His Word on our hearts, it literally becomes a part of us, and a part of who we are.

3)

We are brand new creations. The old has gone and the new has come. (2ndCorinthians 5:17)

We are sincerely trying to live by his principles and obey his commands.

“And by this we know that we have come to know him, if we keep his commandments. Whoever says 'I know him' but does not keep his commandments is a liar, and the truth is not in him, but whoever keeps his word, in him truly the love of God is perfected. By this we may know that we are in him" (1 John 2:3-5; 3:24; 5:2; John 8:31, 51; 14:21-24; 15:9-14; Heb. 5:9).

This “keeping of His commandments” is a FRUIT - and not by a legalistic effort.

It’s a natural fruit - or symptom - of being right with God - if there is change, and we are progressively becoming more like Him and less like our old self, and this is happening sincerely and genuinely BECAUSE of being His.

4)

We consistently and persistently try to do what is right by God's standard.

“If you know that he is righteous, you may be sure that everyone who “practices” righteousness has been born of him" (1stJohn 2:29

…Whoever “makes a practice” of sinning is of the devil"

1st John 3:7-10

…We have assurance of eternal life if we show true love for others. We know that we have passed out of death into life, because we love the brothers. By this we shall know that we are of the truth and reassure our heart before him" (1 John 3:14, 19; 2:9-11; 3:23; 4:8, 11-12, 16, 20; 5:1; John 13:34-35).

5)

“Beloved, we are now children of God, and what we will be has not yet been revealed. We know that when Christ appears, we will be like Him, for we will see Him as He is. And everyone who has this hope in Him purifies himself, just as Christ is pure.” (1stJohn‬ ‭3‬:‭2‬-‭3‬)

“whoever says he abides in him ought to walk in the same way in which he walked" (1 John 2:6; John 8:12).

6)

We have assurance of eternal life if we believe, accept and remain in a right relation to the "word of life - We base our lives on His original message.

“As for you, let what you have heard from the beginning remain in you. If it does, you will also remain in the Son and in the Father.” (1stJohn‬ ‭2‬:‭24)

Part 2 - A Note:

It’s still shocking to me in many ways to read all of these words that I never even knew were there the first years that I was saved. I used to rely on preachers and teachers in books, in churches, and on tv in order to learn.

I assumed they knew more than I did, so I never realized the importance of knowing the Word on my own. Many more of them than I ever could have imagined are in error and deception.

As a result I was deceived so many times, and eventually became so confused about Grace and sin and forgiveness and righteousness, and all of it.

I Thank God for putting a deep love for the truth and for His Word in my heart that keeps me digging when things don’t make sense. I want to understand - even if it shakes up everything I think I know.

One thing I have come to know by understanding and revelation of the truth of His Word - is that I am saved. And it’s all His doing, and none of mine.

And when this body I am in dies, I will merely change my mode of transportation into spiritual mode, and I can say with complete God-given faith, with Job, “As for me, I will behold Your face in righteousness; when I awake, I will be satisfied in Your presence.” (Psalms‬ ‭17‬:‭15‬)

Part 3 - A Reminder when the devil tries telling you that you do not belong to God…

First of all, we should absolutely use that as an opportunity to examine ourselves.

2nd of all, read the 6th chapter of The Gospel of John. You will find in there plenty ammunition to fight back with.

You will find there the truth that we cannot even want to be God’s unless He draws us to Himself. So if we want you to be saved it’s only because He deposited that desire into our heart. It says in there, that no one can come to Jesus unless God draws them, it that no one can snatch you out of His hand either. Check it out. ⚔️📖⚔️ The truth will set you free!! Bury His Word down in your heart, it’s your sword because it is the sure weapon against the enemy!!!

[soxma]

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by: ouma

authors note: hi whoever is reading this, i write a lot of short stories and i wanted to at least publish one cuz the idea of the concept was smthn i was proud of, if you ever do read this thank you so much! :)

grammars kinda ass but its wtv 🙏

word count: 607

It was summer… the warmest time of the year, where grass was a more vibrant shade of green, where the sun rays at you wherever you may be, where the breeze softly ruffles your hair. This season is typically loved by many. It was loved by you. Walking hand in hand as you spoke about how much you loved this time of the year, and every time you did I couldn’t help but look at you and think how much I loved you, as you looked at me with so much gleam in your eyes as you happily spoke about what you loved. I, on the other hand, never liked summer—it was too hot. The light from the sun angrily aims its rays at you, as you can barely see whilst the heat is drowning you from sweat. I hated summer, but I came to like it because you did. Every summer time we came to this small hill. It wasn’t far to the point where it was too quiet, nor was it too loud either. You can still hear the trains, and the cars passing by. The tree formed a perfect shade for us to sit under as the wind was blowing just right–you loved it, and I loved you.

It was fall… It had turned a lot colder than you’d imagined. The leaves were auburn as they fell to the ground, everything looked a lot more orange, red, and brown, no hint of green ever since summer had passed. You loved the idea of fall, just not the cold and flimsy weather that kept messing up your hair due to the rain. Fall was my favorite season, the coldness was just right as I typically am rather fond of the rain. It gave me a reason to stay inside with you, as we slept through the rain in each other's arms. The raindrops formed a euphonious melody outside. The blanket provided us the right amount of warmth, as you laid in my arms and everything was just right–I loved it, and you did too.

It was winter… the snow poured in, as the time of our favorite season has come. The season of joyfulness and holidays. I loved the cold, and you loved the snow. You loved Christmas music, and I loved hearing you sing it. I loved hot chocolate, as you loved the little marshmallows on top. You loved building gingerbread houses, as I loved eating them. You loved receiving gifts, and I loved giving them to you. You loved Christmas, and I just loved you. I decided right then and there, New Year was when I was gonna propose to you, and I bet you’d love that too.

It was spring… gardens were in full bloom, as the flowers in my hand were too. It was the perfect weather. The breeze blew just right, as the pink tinted leaves fell gracefully; it looked like a scene from a movie. I loved meeting you by our spot, as it reminded me of the memories for when I fell for you first spring. Up on this small hill are the memories of all the seasons I loved you. Every conversation we had filled with all the things we both loved, and I loved you the most. The blooming blossoms landed perfectly alongside you. I sat beside you as I took out the small box from my pocket, as I placed it right by your grave. You loved the idea of marriage, as I just loved the idea of being with you. I would’ve loved to marry you, and I bet you would’ve loved it too.

[decaf-mother]

"Intertwined"

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Part 4 | Part 6

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OCs x F!Reader

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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}

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Warnings: Blood, Violence, Animal Death, Angst

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You stumble helplessly through the woods as thick briars snag at your delicate flesh, feet bare as your shoes were discarded long ago. Everything hurts and yet there is no one near to help, the trail of blood you leave bound to attract whatever lurks in the shadows.

A howl rings out into the night and you take off again, knees nearly giving out but you must push on, the steady thump of four feet gaining on you. You can't out run this.

Fight. Fight. Fight.

You get flung haphazardly down a hill a stump catching the side of your leg on the way down, leaves and dirt caking all your freshly opened wounds and bruises blooming quickly.

Little sobs lost in the dark and you cannot drag yourself to your feet, the frame of a particularly large gray wolf roughly pinning you to the ground, your kicks and hits doing nothing to remotely faze the creature.

Please. Not ready to die yet.

You wished so hard you had gained better control of your powers by now, sharp teeth diving in for your neck, maw ready to rip your throat out and eat your flesh from your bones.

Somebody help me... I'm scared.

Instead of your own crimson essence leaking across the forest soil, you are met with the warm splatter of the wolves demise. Drops of red paint your cheeks while your eyes go wide, the wolves head practically ripped from its body and the corpse tossed aside like a meaningless doll.

Kneeling over you.... Those hazel eyes with mesmerizing flecks of color swirling within them, you don't dare look away.

The same hands that ripped a creature apart so effortlessly, gently wipes the drops of blood from your cheek.

Warm tingling touch.

"Shush now... I'm here, darling."

"Sev... How did you...?"

"You called for me."

"But I didn't..."

"Rest easy... Nothing may touch your dreams again."

It all drifts into nothingness and soon you are woken by your alarm, sitting up and glancing around your room. You yank off your covers and search yourself for injuries, also half expecting Sev to somehow be here with you.

You rub at your face and let out a little groan.

"What the fuck was that???"

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Breakfast this morning was nothing out of the ordinary... Well, for this place anyways.

Though as you stand and move to exit the room, you hear the sound of muffled arguing. Normally you would mind your own business but... The voices sound familiar.

Slowly you approach the doors leading to the library, leaning in close you can make out the sound of Alexi's smooth tone. Eavesdropping? Really?

"Enough!!!"

She snaps rather loudly at whoever she's talking to, the soft and friendly voice you've come to know as Cassian then speaks up- but his tone is cold and bitter... Something you couldn't imagine from the bubbly ghost.

"Or what? You'll kill me twice?"

A slight pause follows.

"That's not..."

Before Alexi can finish Cassian is gone and you quickly pull away from the door, you stumble into a table nearby... Fuck- why are you so clumsy?!?

Within a split second Alexi is right behind you, she acts as though she didn't just have an intense argument- right back to her usual flirty self.

"It seems like you want me to catch you, hm?"

You quickly straighten up and turn to face her, offering an awkward smile and laugh.

"Uh um... Just- I'm just really clumsy, okay?"

"I can see that."

She takes your hand into hers but you instinctively pull away. Several thoughts race through your mind but most of them drift back to Cassian.

'Kill me twice'

What did he mean by that?

"Are you-"

"I'm sorry. I gotta go."

You turn and leave Alexi standing there and she almost seems... Hurt. She fears she scared you away. She didn't mean to.

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{Cassian has a tragic backstory. Wooo!!! Lmao}

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[daenystheedreamer]

hi can we know more about your ocs please....... i'm fascinated.

ABSOLUTELY i love thinking and talking and being crazy about them. putting all this under a cut cos ooo boy im not burdening your TLs with my rambling and omg it is. DEEPLY embarrassing. i go into canon oc danelle lothston and omaegorverse!

my specfic iteration of danelle comes from this thread of a fic i want to finish where she's got like Genre Awareness and can see ghosts both past and future and harrenhal is very house of leaves. like she sometimes watches the tourney at harrenhal she watches the doom of rhaegar lyanna elia and she grew up seeing the ghosts of alys harroway/alys rivers/rhaena targaryen/harren the black around the castle. she goes to the gods eye time vortex and exchanges sentimental items (her beloved deceased maids' stuff...) for shit thats fallen into the lake (its like genshin gacha, she's aiming for dark sister but she keeps getting aemond's sapphire eyeball -_-)

also harrenhal is unmapped and grows and shrinks and opens new passageways. also its sooo goofy but the library is like A Library Of Everything and has all information past present future and hence danelle knows she is doomed!!

its mostly me building my canon oc danelle lothston and viewing her through the eyes of the person who will one day doom her and hence take on the harrenhal curse and also they are horrible lesbians and danelle is visenya kin (wears armour all the time, does blood magic, is a lesbian)

OMAEGORVERSE oh omaegorverse my beloved beloathed...

maegor 'fixes' things with the faith by going okay targaryens will have a westerosi wife in the way of the faith and a targaryen wife in the way of old valyria. then all the kids can fight it out and whoever wins gets westeros and clearly whoever wins is blessed by your gods so if you say no i guess it means you disagree with your gods :/ he spends his time subjugating lords and probably doing prima noctus not cos he wants to fuck women but just to cuck men lol. basically making everyone's life absolute hell ESPECIALLY for his wife-husband viserys

viserys is utterly totally and absolutely traumatised, constantly dissociating, not even one foot in reality hes got like one toe in reality entirely devoted to his abomination children. i havent chosen exactly how i want visenya/alyssa/jaehaerys/alysanne to figure into this au but rhaena chooses to 'side' with maegor in order to protect viserys (plus some aerea/rhaella stuff) and possibly alysanne is forced into the faith and she too stays by viserys' side. anyway viserys is a wet and sad kicked kitten in this au he has The Worst Fucking Life Ever

JAEHAERYS: hes the first son, jaehaerys died for his birth and warning that will make this paragraph VERY confusing cos theres two jaehaeryses. viserys abjectly refuses to accept the death of jaehaerys because he feels totally responsible for it and he basically treats jaehaerys (his kid) like jaehaerys (his brother). imagine being the heir to a kingdom and your dad is like hi little brother how are you how is our wonderful and totally still alive mother alyssa :) and you are like who tf is alyssa YOU are my mother?? hence he has some identity issues. he was promised to aerea from birth to shore up inheritance and keep rhaena in line. he looks exactly like jaehaerys(son of alyssa) since whatever blood magic they use has to lilke make up for the fact maegor is infertile so its a combo of viserys+maegor+visenya+a sacrifice in this case jaehaerys. maegor thinks hes kind of a pussy cos hes not built like maegor and as a 3 year old he wasnt like wooo murder hell yeah!! hes very psychosexually freudian too he is VERY weird like imagine growing wth an omegafied mother-father i thikn that would make you a bit weird. i think he had a tysha-like sexual humiliation incident in the past too.

DAENYS: daenys my beloved i could go on forever. im not sure exactly where/what i want her to go/do. im biased wanting her to go to harrenhal but i think the hightower would make sense, to make up for the whole ceryse deal and keep them on maegor's side. gosh i♡examining the horrors of being a feudal child bride and growing up knowing thats all you are hee hee<3 she has a dragon but it's the runt of the litter it's like Large Horse sized (shes a horsegirl its her only friend!) rhaena used to take her flying on dreamfyre<3 aerea and rhaella were her only friends cos she was too scared of other people partly because viserys+maegor are insanely paranoid and partly because she was terrified of women because she had lesbian thoughts and thought she was evil for it. she's viserys' favourite she's his little dreamer his dream and hope and escape and that DEFINITELY didn't make her weird at all... maegor mostly ignores her cos she's not his heir and not the cooler daughter(viserra)

VISERRA: viserra is visenya kin through and through but also tyanna of the tower was used during her blood magic birth ritual so she's got double the insane womanism. she worships her dad! shes the first to claim a dragon and its huge and bigger than her brother's and she's a better fighter than him and taller. she's maegor's favourite (cough cough shes just like his mommy!!) and that made her crazy lol youve heard of girldad get ready for dadgirl. she haaaaates jaehaerys she thinks hes a pussy and she wants to fight him for inheritance + hates aerea cos by rights as jaehaerys' sister she should have married him and been queen. thinks daenys is a weird freak and feeds into daenys' insecurities and calls her a freak for having lesbian tendencies(homophobia♡) its a bit of a joffrey situation too like she could have been normal but unfortunately menace of the millenium maegor was like no youre my favourite youre the best youre the greatest youre my spiritual heir youre basically a god and because maegor is the ultimate evil patriarch and has isolated this horrible family of his she's like yeah well he's right about everything i guess i AM a god!!

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary284

6/28/24

friday

very very tired right now.

so i will sleep soon, i did some touching up on the drawing i did of myself today, i think i got it right, i also got it better looking on the cover art by making it bigger, which is just very nice i think.

i feel a little more awake after washing my face. i almost said 'alive'.

i was having thoughts while washing my face, about the debate yesterday, mostly attempts to imagine why/how that could be desirable as an outcome for anyone, like the fact everyone now is not eager to have biden running, that he is unfit, and the tragedy that he seems so unable (not tragic to me, but to a broader spread maybe (and anyway this 'tragedy' is actually 'it's so tragic he can't work' (always down to a kind of fetishization of ability + functionalism))), like the furthering of a narrative of someone falling out of use, and that falling out of use coming in the shape of a public humiliation that gets people to see, and for the people who maybe already saw, feeling proven right, are maybe more invested in correcting the ship? i don't know. really what i want to get at, less than any political efficacy, because really what happens happens there, outisde of the fact that no matter what, whoever wins many lives are just going to get worse and people will be more oppressed, the feeling is really that i want to understand the function of what happened, not as an expression of faith in the ability for people to plan but for media to narrativize, maybe, or maybe for the spectacle to capture attention and reify its order, that of functionalism appeased with entertainment, entertainment of the most 'functional' organs of society, humiliation of those organs in order to, rather than inspire faith, inspire investment, attention?

and so what am i doing here? i must admit, sometimes it feels better to see than to not but it is such a worthless thing, the debates, i mean, things really could change, though i seriously don't know, honest. a lot of what has people super worried seems like the same kinds of fascist thinktanks we've been seeing for a while, i guess it could be the straw that breaks some kind of back, of some metaphorical animal. like, maybe it seems designed to be that. but idk.

again, the feeling is really that this is all pointless, it is baffling that things are carrying on like this.

i would like to append here re: the notion of faith i was speaking of, like faith in the people making decisions or government broadly to have these bizarre machinations, this is what i would like to put myself against as i do not really believe this is every what is happening, when it is, for instance when the cia is forming death squads to destroy dissent somewhere in the world, cointelpro stuff, these kinds of things, it is also not perfect, but really what i take issue with is the notion that there is any kind of conspiracy, that is not my aim/imagining here, really i just wonder what like, propelled them to allow this to happen, and the response to the event as a kind of creation of a tool/image of some kind, it's a set of reactions, i suppose.

also today, i felt ugly, idk why i have been feeling ugly, i hope it stops soon or something, maybe it has to do with the sudden shift in my sleep schedules, or the shifts, more accurately, like making my skin feel worse, whether or not it really is, that kinda thing.

hopefully that will feel over with and i can do the pix of myself and then get the cover fully sorted...hope hope hope for that.

another thing, is the new hellp song came out:

it's really good, the song, it feels like their response to 1901 by phoenix in some ways, or not response, maybe re-deployment? strange notion but that also feels like a lot of what the video is. it's one of the more,,, interesting? uses of ai i've seen in a while, for one it's super sparing so you might miss it, but it's there, definitely in a few shots of the horses, it generated those, and some of those beauty shots that look like stock footage of clouds over mountains. i don't like it, mind you, but it's interesting. it recalls connor o'malley's use which means it's at least very intentional and formally it leads you down similar lines. the connor o'malley thing is really that he points at this technology as coming from the human and expressing 'the human' or giving us the image of the human back, our ways of seeing repeated, the human as 'functional', but the humor/horror/truth emerges from the space where the person's at, the ai's at, and both are failing at 'human', and rather than being alien or even post-human, it's squarely the failure/horror this thing put upon us, these standards and the freakishness of 'the norm', here with this video, it feels equally pointed, maybe the feeling here too is horror but i don't know, it feels sort of earnest, maybe the earnestness is coming from a lamentation of these views, these animals, becoming part of a human-sight replication machine. but i dunno, really they seem to enjoy the 'human', they are reactionary in that way, certainly, as much as i love them i feel like that has to be admitted, and this kind of stock photo american apparrel ad thing, the hyper-normcore and senitmental-commercial imagery is kind of like, i can't feel fully if it's knowing and hateful re: the nostalgia people feel for that, or if it's just kind of standing in awe of it, in a queasy distance from it, using these generated images to point at the fact that there is this distance (it seems their album is gonna be called anemoia (may be wrong, but this is in the yt description (anemoia - atlantic records (seems like an announcement done in a subtle way)))), so that seems apt. ultimately though, it only reinforces i think, which frustrates, or idk, not really, really it is interesting to me that this is what they'd do, it feels like i guess there must be some kind of reply possible, so it's i guess like a kind of dancing, staring at it. but i love the song, it's the sound of the summer probably. the last summer before fascism, as a friend keeps putting it. here is this beautiful song, cleaved from... this kind of hyperreal americana post-sentimental pining for... well the pining is freaky! and i imagine that expresses why i want to attack it on some level. but the song's on repeat. so maybe they're just totally pwning me or something. i could also be missing that this is a formal critique, though it's blurry enough for you to make anything of it i think. i do think that generally the video is edited and shot in a genius way, the sort of violent/jerky perfume ad abstractions, sleek and easy on the eyes almost, but so bright and violent it gets a little difficult, i do like that on some level they push back at people in what they do, that's where they are totally correct.

anyway, like i said i am tired, idk why i am so tired lately but it feels good to be sleep before 12 am, so i guess i will take advantage of that and sleep now.

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[foxbox23232]

The parasitic reality of demons and the good news of Jesus Christ. I hope whoever is reading enjoys this research I have conjured. And also be warned, if you are not delivered, there will be a fight for your soul if there hasn't been already, because demons do not like people who know too much, those kinds he specifically hates the most. So as you read this, you have been kindly warned.

What is Deliverance? 

One of the hallmarks of the ministry of Jesus Christ was deliverance from evil spirits. Acts 10:38 How God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and with power who went about doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil for God was with Him.

Evil spirits seek to either afflict a person which is external or possess a person which is internal. Demonic affliction is the cause of many illnesses, mental oppression, and addictions.

Soul-ties are another bind affecting people particularly those that have lived promiscuous lifestyles. During sexual relations, there is a transfer of the entire being (spirit, soul & body) as the Bible says Genesis 2:24 A man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and they shall become one flesh. I could get more into that one later.

About Deliverance

“The Bible reveals that demons who possesses the body of humans, does not only exercise control over -the body and mind, but also uses that body as host. Luke chapter 8 tells of an incident - where Jesus encountered a man possessed by demons; this man was naked - dwelling or living in a wretched and fearful condition in what we would call today a graveyard and was actually in chains. Upon releasing the possessed man or in the act of proceeding to free the man, the demons asked Jesus if HE would allow them to enter a herd of swine, and HE allowed them to do so. This clearly shows that the demons did need a host or body to inhabit.

I would just like to go a bit further to point out that God did not create the angels to become demon; they chose to follow Satan in his rebellion against God, and in so doing, their minds became perverted and twisted - lusting after the wrong thing - such as desiring to possess the human body. “

The word salvation means: the act of saving or protecting from harm, risk, loss, destruction, etc. According to the bible it means the saving of human beings from sin and its consequences—which include death and separation from God.In other words, the word salvation means: deliverance from the power and effects of sin.

Many churches and denominations do not believe in the supernatural, despite claiming Chrisitian. Or they believe the gifts have ceased which is not biblically accurate. There is no term “ deliverance” in the bible. Jesus casted out demons. We are called to live like Jesus did. Jesus did this everywhere. He healed the sick and made them well again.

What are demons? 

Lust, anger, fear, pain are best conceptualized as personalities - Jordan peterson

We say in Ephesians 6 we are fighting persons without bodies. They long too live inside of the body according to Matthew chapter 12. 

They have a viewpoint. A telos. (Aim or goal) if you are possessed by the spirit of anger it changes your emotions, how you view everything, the past, present, the future. You could imagine how a malevolent subpersonality (a demon) could affect a person.

-Jordan peterson

Our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, authorities, and powers of this dark world and the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Ephesians 6 

They open the door for them. Vampires are basically demons. You can open yourself up to this possession or close the door. - Jordan peterson 

An overwhelming desire you have to act upon. Demons trick us its what they do.  -Isaiah Saldivar  

Demons want to afflict pain to you

And he called to him his twelve disciples and gave them authority over unclean spirits, to cast them out, and to heal every disease and every affliction. Matthew 10:1

Jesus Heals

But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.

Isaiah 53:5 

"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." John 10:10

Jesus casted out demons

And He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature. He who believes and is baptized will be saved, but he who does not believe will be condemned. And these signs will follow those who believe. In my name they will cast out demons, they will speak with new tongues, they will take up serpents; and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick and they will recover.” (Mark 16:15-18)

“And when He had called His twelve disciples to Him, He gave them power over unclean spirits, to cast them out, and to heal all kinds of sickness and all kinds of disease.” (Matthew 10:1)

“Therefore submit to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you.” (James 4:7)

Free will 

Unlike a parasite, Jesus Christ seems to be the complete opposite. He seems more to be like a medicine to the diseases and dying. Free will is a real thing. God lets us choose because he is not a controlling God. Satan makes us do things because he is a controlling god. By God being controlling it would ruin our perspective of him being a loving God. So it’s all just a decision. He doesn’t have anyone be forced to love him. Demons force people to do things all the time, like feeding various addictions. This is what a loving vs unloving god looks like. And unfortunately people choose their god all the time whether knowingly or unknowingly it doesn’t stop the spiritual reality behind literally everything. Anyone can be delivered, but if you do not choose Jesus they will come right back. The solution to having a good life is Jesus Christ.

End the superficial and step into the supernatural - Isaiah Saldivar

Deliverance is part of your journey to freedom. God will set you free and continue to set you free. It may be one and done or may not. I am not God, but all I know is deliverance will set you free in a tangible way. Whether it is physically, emotionally, mentally, generationally, some demons carry through the bloodline. This is why some families are dealt with strange situations leading them into divorce, poverty, suicide, illness, disease, etc. If people choose not to get delivered they will always have problems in some sort of way. Choosing sin is choosing to hand over the keys to your life, to a demon. I can guarantee you, you will never feel safe and always have problems. So find a church that actually believes in the Bible, and believes in deliverance, they can help you. And from what I have seen, they will not judge you, but care for you, because they understand and want you set free. Fasting,prayer, and reading bible used all together also can get rid of demons, and is very powerful. And this gets rid of certain demons, that only go away through fasting.

Not only is this real, but also..

I have met demons. They also come to us in "dreams", you can ask them questions there as well and they will answer, especially in the name of Jesus Christ.. If you have the authority they pretty much have to. (Also not every entity in a dream is a demon but if you aren't fully delivered yet it’s very probable that they are). There is a lot I could say about dreams discern fruits of the spirit. Sometimes dreams are from Holy Spirit it all just depends. I attacked a demon recently in a dream he told me he came to steal from me he told me he was a "thieving spirit". What exactly was he stealing? I don't know. My money? My dreams? My marriage? My womb? Could be anything. Life starts in the spiritual including the realm of dreams where covenants are created in many ways, because of the legality of sin. A demon tried killing me while I also was awake shortly after performing witchcraft. I was sober at the time. Demons have actually tried killing me many times, some specific times prophets have known about, which of course they knew because God knows everything. Ive had good times and humiliating experiences with my dirt getting exposed. But I am a lover of truth, it doesn't offend me. Ive talked to many prophets all over the world many times now, which if anything has solidified my faith for the rest of my life. Im not trying to scare anyone, but demons are very scary and you should be scared. Ive seen them, they also look horrifying. Not only do they want to completely ruin you, your life, but also your afterlife, which is forever. Not choosing God is like living in a horror film now and for eternity. Be scared of them, but don't live there, end fear forever by Jesus Christ. So ya, we can let demons walk on us and steal from us, sure. Or we can stick it to them, get our life back, fix our bloodline, and move in perfection and righteousness with Christ for ourself and others. Jesus is Lord. I could explain more, but there is thousands of testimonies online, and I recommend to everyone to do your own research, and better yet experience Christ for YOURSELF. And I don't recommend witchcraft to anyone, because it can be fatal. Perfect love casts out all fear.

[adam-brooks]

I expected to be destroyed by disappointment. Or cry over the frustration of it all. Because I do that. But I'm mostly just...I guess I accept it. The things I was called. The animosity.

Heh...I suppose I should have expected it really. Very few people understand it. I barely understand it. The only thing I understand is the retarded response I get from it. Where it comes from and why.

I dunno. Fuck me, I'm an asshole. My issues are bizarre and stupid, and I'm trapped by many of them. Though I've overcome many of them, too. I can't lose sight of that. It's no small thing to claw yourself out of your own grave and force yourself to walk. I have to maintain that momentum and never forget where I came from.

Then why is it all so sad? A person brings about expectations, the expectations you build for them especially, and when those expectations are shattered its jarring. You've misread something. You missed SOMETHING. Or maybe the package was just too pretty, and your fool eyes refused to see. Maybe it was you all along. MAYBE you're just too much for some people. Specially if you require such a gentle hand and patience beyond imagining. If you're too fragile.

You meaning me, of course.

I can take a hit like I'm being paid for it, but kick me in the feels...well. I wax prose and whine like a child. It's a gift, really.

But you do so love my writing, don't you. You meaning you...of course.

Siigh..I can't see your messages anymore because I restricted them and removed them entirely. I can't bear it, really. Your anger. Or pain. Or whatever you want to call it, if it's even anything. I'm not so arrogant to think I could illicit much, now. I know that switch that turns everything off. And I'm not special, right? Just. Like. Them. I think you alluded to that. It was really stupid of me to think otherwise anyway. Because who the hell am I? I can't even give you anything you want.

So it's for the best. Truly. And I'm sorry this is how it ended. Whatever it was. And you can share this to whoever you want. You can call me a dramatic piece of shit. Or a drama queen. Drama asshat? What would you call me right now, I wonder...something emasculating I'm sure.

And when I think about you, I'll remember your words. Specifically, the last ones. And how much they cemented my resolve with each accusation and turn of phrase aimed to stab at me. You left me that. That is your legacy within me. Thank you.