#but that’s a ramble for another day I need to sleep

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The Good Place is one of my all-time favorite shows. And I think this is a big part of why. It had one of the most satisfying endings of any t.v. show I've ever seen, and looking back, you can see how it was always heading there.

Another show I love for a similar reason is 12 Monkeys. (The t.v. show - I've never seen the movie.) I could go on for DAYS about the beauty of that show. And holy crap! The amount of foreshadowing is beyond belief. There's a line in I think the 2nd episode that actually foreshadows the ending. There's a point where Cole runs into his future self (time travel show) and is told "you're about halfway there." This conversation takes place near the end of the 2nd season of a 4 season show. It was so clearly planned out from the very beginning. Which, was honestly probably needed for the kind of show it was. One of the themes seemed to be the inevitability of Fate. In-universe there were only two ways it could end, and which one it was going to be could only be determined at the end. Which demanded that the ending and the inexorable slide towards that ending be planned out in advance.

Yeah... anyway... two of my favorite shows, with two of the best series finales EVER. Both clearly planned in advance, with every moment coming before it always leading to the only ending that could have made sense. I need to rewatch both of them, honestly.

(Sorry for the ramble. I am slightly sleep-deprived.)

I was talking to my coworker today about my deep belief that more media should be finite. Some of the most disappointing endings in TV happen because there wasn’t an end goal that the plot was working toward all along. Ironically this came up because I was lamenting Arcane only being two seasons, a decision I admire, respect, and mourn.

I was juxtaposing How I Met Your Mother with The Office. The whole conceit of HIMYM is that the story is supposed to be leading toward this woman who haunts the narrative with her absence but because they set out with no end goal the finale is ultimately so unsatisfying. Nine seasons of build up for someone who could never have lived up to the hype because she wasn’t chosen beforehand or included early on.

Contrasted the The Office which was nine seasons that only ever claimed to be about the daily lives of office workers. Things get a bit looney tunes at times but ultimately the finale feels correct because there wasn’t some stated goal they’d been working toward narratively all along.

I then stated that the best and most elegant storytelling for TV was on The Good Place, in which every episode furthered the understanding of moral philosophy, advanced the plot, and was funny. It set out with a clear story and wrapped up exactly where it intended in one of the most satisfying conclusions ever that makes me cry every time.

My coworker then said, “What’s The Good Place?”

I froze. I frantically ran back everything I’d said thus far for spoilers and concluded that I had not ruined the plot. “You haven’t seen it?”

“No, it’s pretty good?”

“It’s. Really good.”

He mused about watching it with his partner or alone. I know he doesn’t like to rewatch media but I still suggested, “Watch it alone first, and then rewatch it with her. Trust me. The twist at the end of the first season will recontextualize everything and you’ll get to watch her reaction.”

I hope I get to hear him talk about it when I work with him next. I’m excited.

[skyartworkzzz]

I came back to promp another lore ramble

Also could we get a status update on the fic? I really want to see nari go back in time for the lamb

YIPPEEEEEEEEE love me lore ramble!

FIRST AND FOREMOST, OFC!! Heres a tiny lil update of the fic so far! I finally got back to writing it and am just struggling to find out what happens next.......but I promise its in the works! <3

NOW onto the ramble! Yesterday I went a bit ham on my Creepypasta reimagination, so thats what we will be talking about today! Specifically centered around Jeff the Killer CUZ IM THAT PREDICTABLE OKAY-

Anyways! Lore under the cut <3 tw for violence and gore!!

Jeff The Killer:

My Jeff is around his 35 years old and is the younger brother of Liu, who's only 1-2 years older and works as an architect

The brothers share the same apartment, Jeff decided to move in with Liu after living with their parents for a while. Hes currently trying to amount enough money in order to move somewhere of his own

Jeff suffers from depression and has psychotic episodes from time to time, so he has to take meds. Even after he became a killer, he still steals the needed medication to keep his mental exhaustion in check

From time to time, their lower-floor neighbor Ms. Harper calls Jeff to fix her old sink. Everytime Jeff goes over, her son pesters him for fun, which is why Jeff hates him

One day, both Jeff and Liu are invited to the bday of Ms. Harper's son, which was being held at his aunt's house. While in the party, her kitchen sink floods and so she asks Jeff to fix it. While doing so, Ms. Harper's kid accidentally throws chemicals on Jeff's face after trying to prank him with his friends

Jeff is then driven to the hospital by Liu, but they suffer a car crash, which makes Jeff's face melt down and turn pale white. Liu suffered the major damages and had to go through surgeries to put his organs back in place

When Jeff wakes up and sees the damage that was done, he suffers a mental breakdown which leads him to murder Ms. Harper's son. Once the deed was done, he disappeared and started his serial killing career

Jeff cut his lips into a smile specifically to terrify Ms. Harper's son, as if guilting him bout thinking what he did was funny

Before going off the radar, Jeff visited Liu one last time without others knowing, saying he didnt blame his brother for what had happened. Liu, although half-conscious, was able to hear Jeff telling him to go back to sleep

Homicidal Liu:

HONESTLY my Liu doesnt have much of "homicidal" to him LMAO

After the events that led both him and Jeff into the hospital, Liu went through surgeries to recover and was in a coma for a couple of days, which was the time it took for Jeff to start his killer life

When Liu woke up and learned that his brother had disappeared, he quickly volunteered to help and search for him, until finally discovering he was a murderer

Convinced to bring him back to his senses, Liu begged to be part of the police operation to capture Jeff, after proving he could be of use for knowing how his brother worked. And so, he was teamed up with a detective called Jane, who was in charge of arresting Jeff

After much investigation and searching, Liu and Jane finally came face to face with the killer, but came to a fight which led Jeff to carving a smile on Liu's face too and almost ripping his eyelids off like his own. Liu was led back to the hospital after this and received stitches

Seeing as they were lacking experience to capture Jeff, both the detectives accepted to undergo a special training. However, due to Liu's physical state, he wasn't able to finish it and decided to remain on the more schemeful side of the operation rather than direct combat

Given his stitches on his mouth and the horrible wounds his brother left on him, Liu constantly uses a mask and clothes that cover most of his body

Jane the Killer:

Jane works as a detective for the police, she is happily married to a woman named Mary and both live in a spacious, fancy apartment

Her parents were kindhearted and lived with her little sister, Jessie, in a simple house around the quieter parts of the city

Being one of the best agents and praised by the government, Jane was tasked with tracking down Jeff and bringing him to justice. It was during this search that Liu came into contact with her, after learning she was in charge of the operation

Throughout the times they spent together trying to capture Jeff, the killer murdered Jane's parents as a warning for her to leave him alone. But understandbly, that only made her more convinced to seize him with a new goal in mind: kill Jeff

When Liu and Jane received the special traning, Liu wasnt able to participate due to his condition, but Jane carried out until the last step. She was injected with Liquid Hate and gained her superpowers, with the side-effects being her skin turning pale and her eyes and hair black

After the "training" was done, Jane came closer and closer to finally capturing Jeff, but with an unexpected drawback: she was now wanted by the police for committing crimes she couldnt remember doing. Given the new scenario, the detective started working as an underworld punisher

She still searches for Jeff and stays in touch with Liu, now secretly since she is also being hunted down. They both still work as partners from time to time trying to find his brother

Lil extras!

After her parents were killed, Jessie moved in with Jane and Mary, being a survivor of Jeff's wrath luckily for not being home that day

Liu does not know Jane intends to kill Jeff, and she will never tell him, for she knows he will try to stop her

The Liquid Hate project was actually a Proxy experiment, organized by one of Slenderman's Agents who was also the scientist in charge of the special training Jane and Liu received. Jane became a Sleeper thanks to said experiment, with homicidal tendencies she is luckily able to channel to wanted criminals

That is all for now! Theres a whole lot more I havent said here cuz omfg thats too long already

MAYBE ONE DAY ILL BE able to write my own fanfictions about these, who knows

Anyways! Bless chu for the curiosity <3

[supnerds]

Yu Ijin: I've only had my sister for a day and a half but if anything happened to her I will destroy everyone in this school and then myself. Fantastic in just the first few chapters, thanks for the recommendation!

oh it’s so good!!! I’m glad you’re enjoying it!!

I need to reread that one again, I binged the whole thing over a few days ago month or so ago and I wanna see ijin and his sister again I love them

[coffee-in-rain]

my devastated pookie 💔

first of all: @cedarxwing, tysm for making this beautiful gif set for me. ♡ you're an absolute angel. secondly: this turned out to be a long-winded ramble. so i'm splitting my two planned topics into separate reblogs. this post is only meant for people ages 18+ because it does tread into nsfw territory.

topic 1: Hannibal's branding + his first night in the BSHCI + their first time post-fall.

do y'all think Hannibal cried that first night in the BSHCI once he was finally all alone in the dark?

because i do.

i bet all Hannibal wanted was to be in Will's presence once again. to be able to go back in time and have a second chance. i bet he spent that first night stewing over the fact that this was his second time at experiencing genuine love + a resounding rejection and that his aunt was right when she'd asked "what is left in you to love?"

imagine his raw + freshly branded back aching in response to every shift of movement. flaring an agonizing twinge of pain. imagine if he should've received numbing ointment for it. but because the nurse detested everything he'd done, the numbing ointment was never applied and instead his wound was cleaned with hot water (instead of cool) and rough movements (instead of gentle).

imagine the first time Will begins absentmindedly rubbing Hannibal's back. how Hannibal would probably flinch from both the over-sensitivity and the unprocessed emotions it would bring to the surface. how every ache and even the slightest prickle of discomfort over the last three years had become a reminder of what he'd lost that day: Will.

imagine if Hannibal couldn't hold back a whimper each time Will's fingers brushed over the delicate area beneath his shirt. imagine if Will caught on to Hannibal's hitching breaths and silent tears (even though Hannibal's face remained tucked against a pillow; out of sight). imagine Will lifting up Hannibal's shirt. exposing the healed brand to the cold air.

Hannibal arches away from the sudden shock of something wet and sticky and oh so freezing being slathered onto the brand. it doesn't hurt, but all he can think about is his first night in the BSHCI. when all he wanted was Will. when he hadn't been treated like a human being with a fresh branding (deserving of care). and instead had been treated with a rough cleaning: water that felt scalding and harsh wipe downs that felt abrasive. as if another layer of tender skin had been removed in the process.

imagine if Hannibal couldn't stifle a small and tearful sob of Will's name. needing a reminder that Will is here. that he won't open his eyes and find himself back in the BSHCI. that Will's gentle touches are intended to soothe. not meant to revive unprovoked painful memories.

imagine Will leaning down to press a kiss to Hannibal's shoulder and whispering: "it's all right, baby. i'm here. you can let it out."

imagine Will continuing to rub a thick layer of lotion into Hannibal's scarred skin with gentle strokes. mindful of Hannibal's sensitivity. imagine if this is the first time Will realizes that Hannibal has in fact changed since being in the BSHCI + he's become so touch-starved that he's easily moved to tears without ever being held. but Will intends to hold Hannibal tonight and to encourage the release of every pent up emotion with a cathartic cry session, knowing Hannibal needs it. imagine Will plastering a small layer of gauze over Hannibal's freshly moisturized brand and punctuating that action with another kiss. then wrapping both arms around Hannibal's waist (who's swollen eyes and wet lashes have been squeezed shut) to hold him close.

Will is at a loss for words when Hannibal's trembling hand hesitates and belatedly reaches to clutch at his arm. to keep it in place. out of fear that he's bound to leave. Hannibal should know by now that he won't.

it's the first time Hannibal has sought out contact barring any clinical touches during their recovery. imagine Hannibal drifting off to sleep with Will kissing away the tears on his cheeks and a warm palm smoothing over his stomach in languid circles when goosebumps dust his bare skin.

the very next morning, Will is still holding Hannibal, who's barely beginning to awake and visibly half-hard. imagine the flush of shame that would heat Hannibal's face. imagine the responding warmth and pressure of Will's mouth sealing over Hannibal's scarlet cheek in a reassuring kiss. imagine the hoarse, involuntary whimper fluttering from the depths of Hannibal's ribcage and past his slackening lips as Will's hand (still resting on his stomach) proceeds to creep lower and lower.

imagine Will giving Hannibal the most tender handjob of his life.

unhurried strokes.

Will praising each desperate thrust. urging Hannibal to slow down and reminding Hannibal that he doesn't have to rush this + that he's been so good. waiting for Will to initiate the first move.

imagine Hannibal becoming embarrassed over his overactive cowper's glands because it's never been viewed positively by his past partners. Will is different and treasures every response of Hannibal's overwhelmed body.

every whimper. every breathless moan. every ceaseless eruption of pre-cum spurting from Hannibal's pulsing cock and dripping down Will's wrist, wrung out through each fluid motion.

Will whispers into Hannibal's flushed ear: "does that feel good, baby?" or "don't get shy on me now, darlin'. show me how me how good it feels. how much you've wanted this."

imagine Will witnessing Hannibal lose every last thread of control. thrusts bordering on frantic as Will's grip steadily tightens. calloused fingers clenching around Hannibal's slick cock in one final, toe-curling caress of long-awaited friction. imagine Will whispering endless praise and reassurance as Hannibal sobs and writhes through his first orgasm in three years. imagine Will pressing kiss after kiss onto any reachable part of Hannibal's body: his hair. his temple. his cheek. his nape. his ear. his shoulder. imagine Hannibal feeling so loved that he can't reign in his tears and pitiful, gasping cries.

imagine Will holding Hannibal. waiting until he settles down to clean up the mess with a spare shirt. because leaving Hannibal at a time like this is out of the question.

imagine Will whispering into Hannibal's ear: "you are loved. so, so loved. even if i'm not the best at expressing it. don't you ever forget that. my heart belongs to you. and only you. the same way yours now belongs to mine."

imagine Hannibal succumbing to sleep moments later. sweaty and sated in Will's arms. realizing he hadn't thought about or even noticed the crinkling gauze shifting over the brand in the midst of such pleasure. a comforting revelation.

I want you to know exactly where I am. And where you can always find me.

[catliker49]

I am hoping I'll finish this tomorrow!! I'll be a day late for Clown's birthday, but it's currently 2:30AM! I must get my beauty sleep! Here is some of the Line art so far if you are interested! Howdy and Barnaby! Yay!!! Ooh I also drew Sally.. I love how I drew her.. I'm holding myself back from showing too much of the drawing, but AAHH! (Also I am so Angry - not really! haha! - every time I try to make my text fancy.. the last letter, full stop, comma or bracket is always white rather than the Colour I chose! Evil I say!)

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Day 20: aaauughfgsgxgvnnfgjnd

[dnangelic]

pissed because I can’t word things right or concisely whatsoever and it’s keeping me up rn but like- I know dark mostly gives off a negative impression (both ooc and ic between himself and other muses) in regards to his relationship with daisuke, cause not only is he an unreliable narrator but he’s also one intent on making himself seem worse than he actually is 99% of the time. he’s guilty of existing the way he does but he literally has no other choice. his birth is something he acknowledges as a mistake and his existence is one he heavy heartedly accepts as a curse against the niwa, who he doesn’t want to hurt at all, he just longs for; wants to become one with. that’s why it’s sooooo cute to me that daisuke has that LN 2 monologue where he admits he was afraid of dark taking over his life at very first, but now they share everything- ‘we share one body, experience the same feelings, and get along even if we fight.’ coexistence is a big theme within dnangel but when you pick it apart for dai and dark specifically isn’t it kind of crazy that the thieves and their own metaphorical and literal thieving punishment still learn to get along and SHARE rather than only rob and extort from each other 😭

[ghousttm]

on a brighter note; has he ever forgot to stop monologuing as he eats and chokes like a dumb dummy dum dum

on a not so brighter note; when he walks with his guard friend to the red gate, does he start to notice Evbo's monologuing change overtime? (yeah so i endes up writing a whole oneshot fic of this omw home so -- enjoy!)

He's died some-amount of times before walking with egf again, so the difference has got to be pretty noticeable.

Especially since he's heard Evbo's monologuing from the beginning,

He used to monologue so loudly and obnoxiously,

Rung in his ears were the man (or- honestly, he'd rather call him a boy)'s annoying curiosity, delusion and stubbornness

But now he's, mumbling. Whispering with a strained voice. Tired and slurred. He'd heard that the Iron Swords started to try and make him shut up, but he didn't think it'd work-

And most of all, he didn't think.. it'd be so quiet to not hear Evbo talk so loudly about how he's feeling, what he's doing, what he's been trying to do. For some reason, he's begun to hate it less..

One day, in one of their walks to the red gate, the Guard spoke "..Sso, how's the- what was it? beating the same Gold Sword guy? -uhh, going."

It's the first time he's been the one to start a conversation between them, honestly what has gotten into him?? Asking Mr Yapper to Yap is well known to be a bad idea.

...

The green hoodied Swordsman's eyes bored the iron boots of the man in front off him idly

I need to find an opening.. I need to- I need to..

...?

replaying the seconds before his death, unwon fights mixed with flashes of his harvest,

I need to- for Tabi. I'll get her out.. Right? Yeah. Just- please hold on a little longer...

e...o.

The feeling of cold blade lingering on every flesh in his body.

"Evbo."

The Guard held his shoulders and shook him, causing Evbo to flinch and look up. His eyes darted as it tried to focus on what's in front of him

He's been zoning out a lot more recently. The repetition and almost meaningless act of dying, walking through the gate, falling, walking through another gate, falling, following whoever he ends up with, and when he looks up, he either has to sit in a dark quiet room until some comes to kill him again, or do another gate, fall, fight, die.

Nothing new, nothing to monologue about but the same 'save Tabi', 'strike him'.

"H..hey? Sorry- I zoned off. What were you, saying..??"

Evbo slurred and stuttered, as if someone who's just woken up from a walking sleep

As The Guard stared at him, he seemed almost.. panicked? Disturbed?... worried? .. freaked out.

Its so.. freaky. Freaky how much this childish man's changed over the past three weeks until its like he's not the same guy. Freaky how he continued walking as Guard stopped with his head down like a wandering ghost. Freaky how his eyes stared wide at the ground, terrified yet lifeless

"... I asked you how're you doing.. with beating Gold Sword?"

He almost sounded like that there was something else he wanted to know more, even if he didn't realize it.

Evbo blinked for a moment

"Oh- uh.. well-.."

He's somewhat taken aback, both from the jolt back into reality and from the question. It's the first time someone's asked him to talk about how he's doing -- with progressing in his goal.

"-It.. went about the same as always. .."

".. whats always like, then?"

And then Evbo. started rambling again, less lifelessly this time!!! There's not a lot to talk about, so egf had started asking him what the level looks like in detail, he'd never seen it too after all.. he's actually a little interested

It didnt take long until they reach the red gate, but those few minutes felt longer than anything he'd gone through since All Of This, felt real, felt alive.

The guard turned away, "well- I'll go now. Goodluck, I guess. " his tone stiff,

And Evbo gave him a wave, with that obnoxiously wide smile as he chirped "See ya next time! Hopefully- with some progress on the Gold Level.."

"Yeah yeah- just go already."

--and, to the surprise of absolutely nobody, Evbo did not indeed progress. He'd died again.

Hearing the news, the Guard rolled his eyes behind his shaded glasses, typical.

But this time, Evbo died feeling a little better, he went on another respawn feeling a little more ready to die all over again, after one of these deaths.. he's going to seehis Guard friend again. And he can tell him how he failed, even if he already knew.

Now that I started thinking about Evbo's monologuing...

Does Evbo talk ALL THE TIME? Is it only when he is stressed? Or when he's afraid? Perhaps when he's happy? Or sad?

Does Evbo mutter when he's trying to be stealthy? Does the kid shout wildly and loudly when he's fighting, speaking his opponent's every move? Does Evbo's voice shake when he gets hurt?

When he was used as the ultimate revival tool- fighters killing him without so much as a doubt- did his voice shake as he spoke how they approached him in that bloodied and dark room? How they swung and hit with their iron swords?

Did he try to stop himself from speaking, but it's become such a habit.. An instinct. For him that he couldn't stop even as he tried over and over again to clench his jaw and stop his mouth from moving as pain erupted once more?

Did his lips become bruised and bloodied as people got more and more annoyed at the fact that this stupid tool they use daily keeps talking? Did they plunge their swords right through his tongue, gouging and slashing at it every once in a while to stop him from muttering their every movement?

Did Evbo ever stop talking in that cell?

[welcometogrouchland]

they shouldn't let me stay up past midnight bc then I start identifying every single problem I've ever had. No solutions found. Net zero personal progress and 0.5 hours of sleep are achieved

[trash-bin-ary]

I can go on that ramble about the future and housing and aromanticism though now. It’s like man, the future is already something that is so inconceivable to me. To then have the sexuality that does not allow me to slot in the cookie cutter you find a romantic partner that you end up moving in with is terrible. And like In this economy I sure can’t live alone, and I know at least when I’m sick I desperately want someone to be there. And then there’s I’m likely to move around a bunch how do you deal with that housing, other than the work having paid housing. like constantly having to find somewhere that’s looking for roommates and it isn’t terrible? And then long term, when I find a job I stay at for a while (that’s remote so I’d love to live in a remote place) is it like I find a place to stay and then I’m stuck there forever and I just have to hope that I make good friends at this new place. (Friends that don’t want to live exclusively with a romantic partner no less.) I want to live with close friends so bad and I’m not sure if that’s a feasible thing for my future. I’m a person that has so much hope so I have to assume that yes it will work out, I do believe that. But man just hearing someone mention it, sparks that hope.

[wolpatinga]

[xxcapybaragamingepic1337xx]

If they didn't want people sleeping during the day they wouldn't have made beds so comfortable

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[arlo-venn]

Worried about how ill I’ve been, too afraid to be shrugged off by my doctor so I haven’t mentioned, it’s been weeks now. Complaining here instead

[aceofstars16]

I am going to bed and it’s already the second, but…seeing as it’s not exactly a resolution it doesn’t really matter that much lol…but!

This year, I am *hoping* to actually work on an original book, *maybe* even finish a rough draft for one? Partly because I kind of have a goal of trying to finish a book (not sure if that involves publishing or not yet) by 30 (it’s getting closer than like to think about lol)

I’m not being super strict on myself because I want it to be fun, not just a chore (though some days I know it will be), but I don’t know, thought I’d make a note of it here to remind myself of it or something? Who knows, it’s late and I need to sleep 😂

[cubot]

Ate my first meal in over 30+ hours (leftover ramen from a restaurant as the previous meal + a persimmon) since I got into a stupid argument with my dad yesterday night and then tried to bring it up hours later and he replied pettily instead of actually wanting to work it out (work it ALL out).

So I gave up on him. I'm being picked up by my mom in about seven hours for Christmas at my grandma's. I'm coming back with my sister and my brother's family ONLY because we got my brother's baby big gifts and I want to see her play with them. Sleeping over here. And then my friend is picking me up the 26th as early as she can. (I didn't want to bother my friends at all because it's the fucking holidays).

Not leaving this room beyond bathroom breaks (got my fucking period for the third time in three weeks and this time it's the worst) was vastly preferable than passing by him.

I told him I'm never coming back and he said it was emotional manipulation. Maybe. Maybe because I wanted to actually have a conversation with you to fix both of us so neither of us are uncomfortable. But I'm 27 years old and I am sick with my stupid ass parents and their emotional instability.