#don't like long posts? well rip to your brains but I'm different

[bookie-bookdust]

Sebastian Sallow Headcanons

Shitty attempt at headcanons for my morally gray, stubborn Sebby boy in Sebastian Sallow Fucking Sucks. It's long for literally no reason besides I don't know how to shut up.

My Seb has gone through it. He suffers - but he also deserves it for that whole "ignorant" outburst days after what happened in the Restricted Section on the night of the Yule Ball. So yeah, he's begging for forgiveness by the end when he realizes how torn he and MC's relationship has become - not without stubbornly trying to get under her skin first.

This idiot constantly wears tight clothes - not because he knows it drives MC insane, though if he noticed, it would get much much worse for her lol- but it's because he's so damn messy he grabs the first clean thing he can find in the morning (slutty little vests, tight sweaters, button downs with stressing buttons - RIP MC).

Reading glasses - enough said.

He's an extremely adept magic wielder. Not only can he cast multiple Unforgivables with shorter cooldowns, but his spells are obscenely strong. MC has not been able to beat him in a duel since that very first time.

That being said, he can't cast a patronus because he's a sad emo boy.

Fav spell: Confringo. Secret fav spell: Imperio.

It's not with the times, but he would definitely listen to metal music. You can't convince me otherwise.

The morally gray/dark wizard line is sooooo veryyyyyy thinnnnnnnn and will get worse.

He doesn't trust aurors and would NEVER BECOME ONE!!!!!!!! Why do ya’ll want him to be a cop so bad??? (Unless he's a dirty cop lol)

Career-wise, he'd be a curse breaker, healer, or a dark wizard 😌

Irrevocably dedicated to the ones he loves, and if he feels its dire enough, he will hurt them to protect them. Trust me on this - for no reason in particular😇

Not opposed to getting on his knees and begging hehehehe...

A skilled healer due to countless hours in the library studying up on a cure for Anne.

Has burned his fingerprints off with too many fire spells. And speaking of his fingers, it's common to spot him with ink staining his skin from all his note taking.

While he's charming and cocky, he sees himself as lesser, dispensable, and directly blames himself for all of his life tragedies.

Anger issues - duh.

Not sure if I'll even get into this in SSFS, but my Seb comes from a family of the Dark Arts - whether he's aware of it or not. We already know Solomon used them. I'd like to think his parents did as well, which is what led to their deaths. The Sallow line is cursed as fuck. Will be exploring this more in a future Dark Seb project where he has to break this curse.

Will make dick jokes. No one is safe.

While he'd make a great beater in Quidditch, his life just doesn't have space for trivial things. He's too busy with murder.

Speaking of body count LOL, he's charmed quite a few witches, but no one has shorted his brain quite like MC. He's intently studied some interesting books in the Restricted Section fantasizing testing out some things.

Idk when his birthday is lol. I'm just agreeing with everyone else.

Seb's relationship with Ominis is interesting....I'll be perfectly honest, I'm not sure if their friendship is going to survive in my world. Seb crosses too many lines. Obliviating your best friend really drives a wedge between you.

THE manipulator. We don't get to see too much of this in SSFS because we're in MC's pov. Particularly because he uses his wiles differently on her. But one of my favorite examples is even as he's mocking her for her poor attempt at lying in the broom closet, he's actively making her anxious (and hot and bothered lol) with that little thread on her sweater. And eventually she slips up. He's such a mother fucker lol.

Okay this post is way too long. I'm gonna leave now lol. BYEEEEE.

[that-one-anxious-mango]

You Understand.

Summary: You feel you must be honest with Austin about something before either of you venture further.

Contents: Fluff Ofc! Mentions of virginity and loss of virginity. Overall just a good ole' fashion comfort fic (our favorite).

Pairing: Austin Butler x Black Reader

A/N: Hi! Long time no see! I'm very happy to be posting the first installment of the new year, and I am very excited for what it brings for all of us. I hope you enjoy.

P.S: Everyone PLEASE feel free to comment, I absolutely love reading them and it helps to motivate me to keep going with the series. Also don't shy, re-blog, like, and share if you care! Much love! * hugs*

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“ I can’t believe you don’t like cotton candy. This almost feels like a crime.” Austin goofed, pointing to the small thing of strawberry cotton candy in his hand.

You snorted, “ I can’t believe you do. It’s all nice and dandy until it deflates or melts on your fingers. After that it’s gross.” 

" Plus, I prefer a nice fat funnel cake with all the fixings." You added.

“ You call it gross, and I call it the natural sacrifices one has to make for their favorite fair food. “ He wiggled his eyebrows and took a bite of the sugary confection.

You giggled at how cute he looked and even managed to take out your phone with your free hand to snap a picture of the happy cotton candy boy.

The two of you continued to laugh and joke along the Santa Monica Pier until you came to a comfortable pause of silence. 

That’s when your heart sank at the realization that this was the perfect time to tell him what had been on your mind and heart the last couple of days. You’d even consulted your friends beforehand to make sure the time was right. Once they agreed you knew exactly what had to be done.

So right here, right now, you were going to rip the band-aid clean off in hopes it wouldn’t bleed. 

“ So….” You swung his hand in yours, “ I hate to put some weight on the mood since I know we’re having such a good time.” You started. 

“ Yeah..” Austin replied, tossing his now empty cotton candy paper in a nearby trash.

“ And I can say that these last couple weeks with you have been great, honestly. But I feel like before we continue whatever this is that we’re doing, I need to let you know something because I don’t wanna lead you on.” You said, twisting at the bracelets on your wrist. 

“ Uh huh.” He encouraged me, beginning to feel a bit nervous now. 

“ As you recall, the other night when you came over to return my copy of The Policeman, upon your departure during our goodbyes things got a little spicy an- “ 

Austin immediately went to into apology,  “Again, I’m really sorry about that I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything I jus-”

Quickly you held a hand up to stop him, “ Please. It’s okay. You apologized more than enough the other night. Just wait a second and hear me out, okay. “

He nodded. 

“  As I was saying. Things got a little steamy. Let me just mention again that nothing happened that I didn’t want to. But the thing is….” 

You paused gathering your words right in your brain…

“ I guess I’m trying to figure out a way to say this without sounding completely vulgar.” You rub your now sun-kissed arm as if you're trying to brush the nerves out of your body. 

Austin’s eyebrows rose in surprise, “ Oh. Uh, well. I mean..just say it. Honesty is the best policy and I’m sure I can handle it.”

“ Yeah? “

“ Yeah.” He quickly replied, curious to see what you’d spun in your mind so obscene that you felt like you couldn’t speak.

You cleared your throat, “Okay. Fine. Here it goes..” 

“ With the way that you kissed me that night with your lips, clung your hands onto the edges of my hips, and the sounds I had to suppress from the deepest part of my being when your hand accidentally brushed against my…lower half. I had half the mind to offer for you to stay the night at my place just so that we could “ accidentally”  keep touching each other in many, many different places all night. “ You divulged. 

At your confession Austin's eyebrows shot up and he could feel his body begin to heat the same way it did that spoken of night, you could tell this by the soft peony color that collected on the surface of his cheeks and the way he looked away to watch the wheel turn on the Ferris wheel. 

You did your best to hide the shy twisted grin on your lips that came from knowing that you’d made him blush. 

When he turned back you could see the cheesiest smile play on his lips , “ I see. Well thank you for your honesty..it’s much appreciated.”

“ You’re welcome.” You gulped, “ So, with that being said I want you to know that while I’m not opposed to us taking our-”

“ Relationship.” Austin offered up.

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows at him. You hadn’t expected him to so casually throw out the R in this conversation. But remembering the words of your friends ringing in your mind you decided to play it cool and test the waters, “ Right. Well, let me just say that no one has asked me to be their girlfriend yet so….” 

“ I’m working on it. “ He said, you noticed the small bit to his lips and willed yourself to try and keep your mind focused. 

“ We’ll see.” You casually replied before continuing with your intended statement, “ But something you should know is….” 

You found the words getting stuck in your throat, but when you looked his gentle smile you found the courage to keep going. 

“ You should know that I am a virgin.” You confessed, “ And it is by choice.” 

“ AND, before you say anything. NO! It’s not because I couldn’t have had sex with someone or because people weren’t interested. Or because something’s wrong with me. But because I believe that sex is an intimate exchange of love between two people and I want my first time to be with someone I love and I know is in love with me.” You affirmed. 

      “ If that’s something that bothers you or you think it’s weird or whatever, then this is where we should just call this now so we can both leave this…thing…while still being friends.” You finished, looking out toward the pier in an act to distract yourself from how hard you could feel your heart beating in your chest. 

It was silent for a moment after you finished, and with each passing moment you were preparing yourself for the age old speech every man gave when he couldn’t get what he wanted from a woman.

It’s not you, it’s me. 

When really they wanted to say: “ It’s not me, it’s you and the fact you won’t put out.” 

Eventually his voice broke out among the chatters of people and whirl of the wind,  “ Well, again. Thank you for being honest with me. I really do appreciate it.” Austin began.

“ No problem.” You nodded, arms folded across your chest, as you still tried your best to hide your absolutely nerve ridden body.

“ As far as your…confession goes, I want you to know that you being a-

“ Virgin.” You quickly interjected, “ I’m a virgin.” 

A laugh was stifled from Austin, “ Yes, a virgin. You being a virgin doesn’t bother me any at all.”

You quickly quirked an eyebrow at him, “ Really? “ 

“ Truly.” He smiled, “ Your choice that you’ve made for your body is entirely your own. And I respect and admire your decision.” 

“ Admire? “ 

That’s a first.

“ Yeah. I admire your reasoning behind your choice. Especially since I felt like when it was my time I didn’t exactly lose mine the way one should have. I was younger and shy. Felt the peer pressure from some people my age, so I just went ahead and did it to say I did it.”  He opened up. 

You were stunned a bit at his honesty. No guy you’d ever come across had opened up to you like this, especially about something so intimate. All it did was make you grow more curious to continue exploring just what kind of species of man you were dealing with.

You shook your head, “ God, I’m so sorry that happened to you. I can tell you from experience I know what that’s like and it’s hard.” 

Growing up around the people you did, all through middle school and high school you were ridiculed about being a “ prude “ or a “ prissy princess who thinks she’s better than everyone “ all because you kept your virginity to yourself.

He smiled, “ Thank you. But don’t go feeling too bad. I eventually had the chance to actually make love to someone and have it mean something. Which is all I can ever wish for you and  anyone else.”

You nodded, “ Right. Well thanks for being so cool about it. Lord knows you’re the first guy this conversation has ever actually gone pleasant with. I appreciate your understanding.” 

Austin didn’t hesitate, “ Of course. You gotta know that I’m not in this for something as simple as sex. As people we both could walk out into the world and find that anywhere.”

“ I’m here because as cliche as it may sound, I’ve never met anyone like you before. And I really enjoy spending time with you and picking your brain. And if one day AFTER I ask you officially to be my girlfriend, you decide you wanna take things up a notch that's fine. If not, that's fine too because that's not the most important thing going on here.” He reached out to regrasp your hand in his and give it a tight squeeze.

You look over directly at him to hold the gaze from his eyes and couldn’t help but catch that familiar feeling that made you all warm and gooey.

It was then you could confirm that you REALLY liked him, like truly were infatuated with the man before you. 

“ Well, I guess we’ll just have to see what happens, huh? “ You said.

“ I guess.” Austin smiled.

“ Good.” You whispered.

“ Great.” He replied, making you both bust into a fit of giggles. 

“ Since we have that settled. “ Austin abruptly stopped in front of the ring toss stand, “ I believe I promised you, young lady. A stuffed cow, and I see the most handsome one hanging from this booth.” He pointed to the adorable white and blue spotted cow plush hanging from the stall.

You couldn’t stop the shrill that invaded your voice, “ Oh My Gosh! Austin, he's adorable.” 

“ I know. He’ll look even cuter in your arms. C’mon honey let’s go.” He happily ushered the two of you over to the booth and into your future together.  

[frownyalfred]

*busts down your doors* HEY! Long ask for ya

okay so I was rereading your fic where EMS showed up because Dick couldn’t flip on the trampoline (rip) and it got me thinking about routine trauma.

So here’s the thing: I am not EMS. I know three people who are EMS, but my extent of EMS experience comes from one (1) ride along and lurking on EMS subreddits. Those guys are a hoot. Great memes. Anyways.

A comment stuck out to me: “You haven’t truly lived the job until you’re eating a gas station burrito next to a dead body”. I’ve seen a bunch like that. Nonchalance and dark humor because well, that’s their job. Gore is the norm. Sure, depending on the area, your usual calls might just be lift assists, but other areas are neck deep in gang violence and violent crime.

A pretty common post on that subreddit is also, sadly, “I just got a call that’s never bothered me before but all of a sudden I’m broken” or “I’ve never had a problem running this type of call before but all of a sudden it just hit me.” Delayed trauma is a bitch. Someone pointed out that if a civilian saw a fatal car accident with multiple corpses, they’d be in therapy and given support and it’d be a huge deal. With EMS, they’re just expected to deal with it. (EMS mental health is getting better- there are helplines and resources and first responder focused therapies- but it’s still a developing field)

ANYWAYS, now that I’ve given you a crash course on the EMS mental health crisis (someone should really write a feature on EMS in Gotham those fuckers would be crazy and I love them already), my point is, how would this apply to the bats? Seeing bodies is treated as very much the norm to them, but do you think it ever just… catches up? The impact of seeing corpses day after day? Do you think they have to fake being fine and tough during those times because well, “everybody else in the family is fine with it, I’m not going to be a liability/burden/weak/etc”

Do you think Bruce, the goddamn batman, who shouldn’t be ruffled by anything, ever just feels something crack inside when he looks at a little boy who could have grown up healthy and strong like his Jason, had (Bruce) someone been there for him? and then he can’t work cases with kids for a week?

This is such an excellent ask, thank you so much for gracing my inbox with it!

It's a very good question. I'm also on a lot of those subreddits (needed to do some research for that fic) and the discussion in those forums and on TikTok is like you described, a kind of practiced desensitization to all gore and suffering in order to survive in their job.

What I've seen from those discussions (and my EMT friend) is an almost sub-conscious trend where they allow themselves the "thing" that breaks them, and they push a lot of that trauma and emotion onto that thing. Like an EMT saying they don't do kids, or they don't do gunshots to the eye, etc. And they'll sob like a baby on those calls, while remaining stone-faced and level-headed through the triple homicide.

I'm just theorizing here, but I imagine the Batfamily uses similar coping skills -- pushing all that trauma and suffering into a box which cracks only under limited, defined circumstances. And they break or snap only under those conditions, because, subconsciously, they allowed themselves to.

So yes, Bruce might be 99% fine with most of the bodies he sees, but there might be a little boy who has a detail (like Jason's dark hair) that just slams into him out of nowhere.

PTSD and trauma literally change the structure of the brain. Individuals react differently to trauma after that, but there does appear to be a "desensitizing" effect with repeated trauma, as the body tries to compensate.

I agree that the Gotham EMTs must be some crazy motherfuckers. They probably deal with 6x the normal shit EMTs deal with in other cities. They probably take on a lot more trauma and burn out quicker than other EMTs, too.

Anyone else have thoughts on this? I admit I don't cover PTSD explicitly in a lot of my fics.

[docholligay]

When you hear an accent/dialect/we're not going to get into that debate here that sounds 'odd' to your ear, think about that! Not even in a "Wow, I hate that" way, or a "I need to examine my classism/racism/etc way I am a bad person way, but in a secret third way called, "curiosity and openness to experience"

I was EXTREMELY EXTREMELY FORTUNATE to have a required class in college called "History of the English Language" which was one of the 'weeder classes' for the English majors at my school. It was very very difficult, but the man who taught it had an INSANE passion for English. He LOVED IT, he would talk about it all goddamn day, and it taught me so much about how and why things get changed and said the way they do, and it made me so CURIOUS about why something is unusual or fun for my brain to listen to.

So now, anytime I hear someone pronounce something or verbalize something in a way I think of as "odd" I get so excited and curious*. What is it I haven't heard before? Sometimes my tongue will move around my mouth trying to figure out how they make that sound (I am REAL bad at this. Accents are in no no no way my forte, which is annoying because I'm very good at HEARING them and hearing the differences between them, I just can't DO it) because it is so interesting and cool all the different ways one fucking language has been DONE over so many years.

Anyway I so far off track I am no longer a train, but looking at dialects as you might look at an interesting bug instead of like a pop song on the radio or a sign font is a really good way to start opening your mind to language as something other than a value marker. And that doesn't HAVE to be another way of whipping yourself for being a piece of shit--I assume you have plenty of reasons--but a way of going, "Oh, something unexpected!"

*Also not to attempt to introduce nuance on the 'no nuance we die like men' website, but I think there is a big difference between loving teasing and mockery/cruelty. I don't actually mind if friends, especially ones with VASTLY different ways of speaking, imitate my accent I think it's fuckin funny as hell! Jetty has the WORST rural western accent on the planet, and I love to make fun of whatever the fuck she's got going on there, but it is FUN and there is a sense of LOVE that comes with it. And it's not even a "well yeah, Holligay, when you've known someone for a long time" No no, I once sat in a shitty pub on the east end, now closed (rip) and me and my mom ending up striking up a conversation with two old-school cockney guys, and as soon as he tried to say "Montana" the way I did, the race was ON, and it was FUNNY, and we all laughed and had a good time, it is about attitude.

And I know I'm gonna get something about "well how do you KNOW and that is why i turned off reblogs but come on y'all, 9 times out of 10 you can tell when something is done with deep affection or camaraderie or because even just something feels cool in your mouth it's fun to try. I can't do 87% of the linguistic features I think FUCK SEVERELY (intrusive R, the way a word that genuinely does not start with the letter h has a different sound than a word when the h is uptaken (this has a fucking word and I cannot find it it's making me nuts)) but I LOVE them.

Quick quiz to help though: Are you affecting this accent to in some way sound stupid/ridiculous? We can go back and forth about that a little: one of my buddies says "well shiiiiit" exactly the way I do, for funsies, but it just...feels neat. What I'm saying is you have to use some discernment here and I know we are all allergic to that but give it a shot/go/whatever the hell Australians say for this.

Post script: All of this reminds me also about how I studied the phonemes and linguistics of English with intense fervor in college, and got REAL COCKY, and then in the Orkneys had my very first ever, in life, "We are both speaking English but damn" moment. Normally I am The One for this. I am unruffled. My wife gets confused by the word takeaway (she is smart I swear) but I'm rock-solid. Until. Hubris.

This guy is rollin on up in his van, which is the 'bus system' on Rapness, and it's cute as hell as a system, but I ask him something stupid about the timetable, and he answers me in what I can only describe as a Nordic-flavored Scottish accent. It is actually really remarkable and I went on a weird deep dive of the Orkneys afterward because I had never heard anything like it but I digress. I DID NOT GET A FUCKING WORD. And so, because I panic, I do what I always do when I feel flustered or emotional or angry: I sound like Yosemite fucking Sam. So now he can't understand what I am asking him!

Good news is, we both give a little bit of a laugh, I go, 'Let's try that again" and I do manage to exchange that this van picks up outside of the Pierowall hotel in time for the ferry.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Gonna be SO honest, i've stopped reading most of the snippets you post, especially for the fics i'm most excited about, bc i don't wanna spoil myself too much and i prefer waiting for the actual update, HOWEVER i think i'm doing all of us a favor by doing this

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Thanks a million and happy writing!💕

That is so so fair! Some of them have been quite spoilery.

BUT THANK YOU!

Here are 75 new sentences for vamp!Eddie:

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Buck doesn’t sleep well. 

It’s not just readjusting to his old friend, the Diaz couch. Though that proves uncomfortable. Largely, it’s any noise, insignificant or not, that rips him from any small sleep he manages to find. Sophia getting up to use the washroom. Eddie shifting in bed. The buzz of the fridge from the kitchen. A car rolling down the street outside the house. 

Last time Eddie was under this roof, vulnerable, Buck had slept too soundly. 

This time, fearing he will evaporate like smoke and be gone by sunrise, Buck hardly sleeps at all. 

He wakes early, with the sun. He cracks open Eddie’s door ever so slightly, just to confirm he’s still there. Real, not a phantom. Not a wish so frantically wanted, that his brain allowed him to slip into delusion. Eddie lays very still under the covers. Breathing a touch rigid. He’s real. He’s changed, but he’s real. 

Buck does something he has rare occasions for these days. Something he needs to get back into the habit of, with Chris coming home. While the Diazes sleep, he cooks a full breakfast. Eggs, bacon, pancakes. He uses the good coffee beans, even. All the stops. They have a hard conversation ahead of them, today. One that won’t be made easier by an unsatisfied stomach. And, besides, who knows how long it’s been since Eddie had a good meal. He’s looking a little haggard. 

Cooking rouses Eddie and Sophia within minutes. Typical. Both of them. And Chris. All drawn to the smell of pancakes like beagles. He’d put on Adriana being the same way, even though he has only met her briefly, on two occasions, in 2019. 

“Morning,” Buck says to Eddie, who emerges first. “Sleep okay?”

He pretends that seeing him, walking towards him, doesn’t make his knees shake. 

Eddie nods. “Yeah. I was really tired.”

“I’ll bet,” Buck replies gently, ignoring the heaviness behind his own eyes. 

Buck grabs a mug and reaches for the coffee pot when Eddie stops him.

“No coffee, please. Do you have tea? Herbal?”

Buck looks at him like he’s an alien. 

Eddie’s lips quirk. “Caffeine has no effect. Uh, and it doesn’t actually taste that fantastic when you aren’t dependent.”

Buck blinks. “I didn’t know that.”

“Why would you?” Eddie asks. 

Well, because Buck has made it his mission to know everything. 

He shrugs, instead of saying so. “Lemon ginger okay? Or, I think Soph has cinnamon.”

“Oh, ginger please.”

“Okay,” Buck mumbles, then reaches for the electric kettle. 

“Sorry,” Eddie says quietly, as Buck fills it with water.

“For what?” Buck asks.

“Um…” Eddie struggles for an answer. “Not being the same, I guess.” 

“That’s hardly your fault.” Buck says. But he doesn’t look at Eddie as he says it. Instead, he searches the cupboards for tea. “You’ll still eat my pancakes though? I know you need to eat.”

“It’s food or the other thing,” Eddie says. “So, yes to pancakes.”

“Does it taste the same?” Buck asks.

“No.” 

Buck’s stomach twists. “Sorry. That sucks.”

“Not bad. Just different. Each ingredient is a bit stronger. More separate.”

“I think that’s how dogs experience smell,” Buck muses.

Eddie snorts. “So I’m like a dog?”

[oldeubagel]

(This is copy pasted from a post on Deviantart, so please go check that post as well.)

God, I cannot believe that I'm having to do a post like this but here we go.

Stop talking about Olympanic to me, I beg you all to stop talking about Olympanic to me and begging for I to continue the story.

If you follow me on other social medias (specially tumblr) you already know about this type of annoyance I've been dealing with for the past weeks. A user on tumblr (who I will not reveal the name so they don't get harassed) made various posts about me and olympanic, saying how much they want olympanic back, telling peoples to "block and report" me for deleting my sport mascot related artworks from tumblr and even saying that "Do Gods fight?" A project that I'm working on with friends of mine, is a "rip off" of Olympanic.

I will first of all say that I would never know about this situation if a tumblr anonymous on my inbox didn't say it, and I thought that that after expressing my annoyance with this situation and various peoples coming to give a tap on that users shoulders, telling him to stop and respect my decisions, they would just hear them and stop that tantrum of theirs, aparently not really. Some days later when I posted some reef sheets of my ocs, they started to comment EVERY DAY about Olympanic and how much they wanted the fancomic back, that lasted 3 days since I was already so tured of that bullshit I just blocked them in the third day. And again, I thought it would end on that, I thought that peoples would have the decency and the maturity to leave that piece of crap of a fancomic alone. Guess I was wrong, again.

Yesterday a complete different user (who will also not have their name revealed) came into my profile and on the last Olympanic page posted, saying that peoples should finish olympanic "line by line", after a couple of replies they just said "Are you uwilling to give this cliffhanger of a story to people who are more passionate thab you with the sole purpose of finishing it? Wasn't that a win-win?" I answer them "No. And I'm tired of hearing about Olympanic", two minutes later the user replied "I'll take it as a 'yes but as long as you don't spam me about this or I'll block you. Laters!' Done deal and here we go!" When №1 I never consented to them to do that and №2 I literally answered them "no".

Then when I right fully answered them asking what did they mean with that, they said they would just fille the story with AI (which if you ask me, it goes alot against with what that user said about passion for the project, if your really passioned about something, you wouldn't be lazy and use generative ai) and also started comparing my fancomic to the artwork "Unfinished painting" by Keith Haring saying, hell they even made a youtube community post, A FUCKING YOUTUBE COMMUNITY POST and sended me the link of that, saying "it's not like someone took Keith Haring's unfinished work and just filling it with AI, right?", I don't even have words to explain how fucking annoyed I am honestly.

I'm getting genuinely tired, it's not even funny anymore, I stopped Olympanic for a reason, one of them was that it wasn't no longer fun working on that shit, amd I wish peoples could comprehend that. It's so annoying opening my notifications and seeing peoples whine and beg about that fancomic, I'm so tired and I feel like losing my mind for good.

About giving Olympanic to someone else to work on, it would only be someone I already knewd and trusted, and not some random DA user who seens to (no offense) have maggots eating their brain since they cannot comprehend a "No" and take it as a yes "Yes".

I'm angry, I'm tired and I want peoples to leave me alone with this shit.

Have a horrible weekend, I don't care.

[mtndewlover]

You ever just- say words? Yeah me neither.

Actually wait that's a lie. I say words ALL the time... Well hold on- it's more like a 50/50 split of me either being completely quiet to the point of me not even being there or unnecessarily going in-depth about a topic like nobody else cares about.

I think this POST is proof of my ranting skills.

Aren't I talented??

Hmm I don't think that counts as a talent but whatever, talent is in the eye of the beholder and what not, that's NOT the saying but screw it- I'm MAKING that the saying now. I'll Patent it, wait no you don't Patent sayings you like copyright it.

Tic Tac Toe: GO! (I'm X and you're O)

XOO

XXO

OXO

Ahwwww rip, well good game to you!

What does "Good Game" actually mean? I'm assuming it doesn't refer to the game itself being good, it's probably like "you played a good game" or something like that.

Okay I've definitely reached the point where this being a word salad rant is the point of this post and I'm running out of things to say, it's like half past midnight and I'm procrastinating things rn, WHY am I laying here writing this to probably like 4 notes at best. Actually wait I don't really CARE about the notes, as long as I get my brain soup served on your metaphorical tray I'm content. not Content but con-TENT, big difference.

Alright I should be good for now, this post has served it's purpose, I'll make an actually normal post sometime between now and the next 2 years, hopefully something closer to the former.

10...9....8....7....6....5.....4......3....3....2....1....3.....1......0!!!!!!

Why did I make that countdown? I think I was gonna end it at that point but I just- didn't do that. Damn.

Boom experiment time, if you read this leave a message saying "Slay :SparkleEmoji:" I wanna see if somebody actually has the time and energy to listen to the ramblings of some Tumblr user they don't and probably will never know in real life.

If u count the amount of words in this post I get a big ol smooch.

(Lmao I'm editing this rn and I realized I said "I" instead of "u" But honestly that's funnier.)

Ship names are kinda funny, I think the humor of combining two different words and passing that off as a pun is pretty funny but for it to be taken seriously is COMICAL. I did not mean to make that word capital but the autocorrect on my phone decided that's what needed to be done. I won't question it I guess.

Okay goodnigh- wait no that's not what I say here lmao. Good BYE I mean.

:))))))))))))):

^ does this read as a smile or a frown at first glance?

Okaiiiiiii CYA!!!!!!!!!!!!

[a-heart-like-a-sparrow]

September 2nd, 2024 - Favourites

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I had a sad day. But instead of doing the same old entry about that, I decided to do something different.

Yesterday I checked my drafts and noticed that I never finished my top 5 things.

So... here it is. My favourite things. Because why not.

Singers/Vocalists

Hope Sandoval. Ex-vocalist of Mazzy Star and current one for Hope Sandoval & The Warm Inventions. I really cannot explain why I love this woman so much. I listen to her music all day, every day, and I never get tired of it. I'm completely in love with her voice, her harmonica, and her whole vibe. She's just so AAAAAAHHHHH.

Victoria Legrand. Vocalist of Beach House. I hate a thing for very emotional singers/bands. Sometimes she sings like she's on the verge of tears, and UGH I love it. I feel her. Oh God. And she's so beautiful, to??? Now everytime I see a redhead with wavy hair I think it's her.

Björk. I don't wanna hear anyone say a single negative thing about this woman's work (Kate Bush reference?). She's a genius. Like, I totally get it. Yes, queen. Totally. I don't know, I just think she's very creative.

MARINA. Formerly known as Marina and The Diamonds. She was my favourite singer for a long time. I still love her songs, but now it's mostly emotional attachment. She's like my second mother, she gets me.

Gustavo Cerati. Ex-vocalist of Soda Stereo (RIP). I love blasting his discography when I go on car rides with my mother. I mostly listen to him there, not a lot during my daily life. He's still really cool.

Tumblr blogs

Most of these are just aesthetic blogs. That's what I mostly see and search for on Tumblr. Aesthetically pleasing displays of images.

whimsigothic

cheezitofthevalley (this one is actually for blog and web resources)

ultraviolencesaints

carm3n-carm3n

stainedglassjam

Honourable mention: Yours! Even though you don't post anything. I like its existence.

Food

YOU shut up about my pasta with meat sauce. SHHHHH. Zip it.

Rice. Specifically my beloved simplified risotto. I have a borderline unhealthy obsession with that meal, I could eat it every day if that wasn't so bad for my body.

Noodles. Usually with cream and tuna (I swear it's delicious). Or I could use garlic and parsley. Or just some piece of beef. I don't care, it's pasta, and I love it.

Cheese. It elevates ANY meal. Seriously. It has to be the best invention in the world. So what if I get health problems because I eat too much cheese? It'd be worth it.

Tomatoes. I worship tomatoes. The best fruit in the world. You probably don't wanna see me eating one when I crave it.

Beef. My favourite type of meat. The others are fine, but there's just something about cows. I love it. And if there's no beef, pork is okay, too.

Imagine a combination of all those... Dream meal.

Since when are someone's favourite foods completely healthy?

School subjects

Philosophy. It completely drains my brain in under an hour. But when I finally understand everything, I feel some kind of epiphany. Pure euphoria. Also, I somehow do really well in it. And I love my teacher!

History. I like reading about the stupid mistakes that old men made in yhe past centuries to fill the void in their souls with money, power, and glory 😍 (Lana Del Rey reference).

Literature. I hate those activities we do after reading a story or a novel, but the reading itself is very nice. I don't understand why most or even all of my classmates hate it.

Math. I don't know why. I like solving exercises sometimes. Only when I understand it. If not, it's absolute torture.

Physics. The same reason as in Math, but this one is a bit worse. I don't know how to explain it.

Instagram accounts

sotce. Including her other accounts sweetrelease08, and flower808080808. I don't understand a single thing of what she posts, and at the same time I fully get it. I feel seen. I don't know how to explain it. I don't even remember how I found her lol

ihatekatebush. They're just so cool. They're the reason why I downloaded Substack and I gotta thank them for that. Love ya, beautiful soul. I know you won't read this ever.

takatoy999. My actual favourite artist. Completely in love with his work. It's perfect.

mako_vice. One of my favourite artists. MAYBE my own drawings are a bit inspired by theirs. I just wish I could afford their merch.

odilepauline. What a woman, oh my god. She's beautiful, interesting, simply perfect. I uses to be more active in the comments but then I got shy lol

Honourable mention: Girlbloggers. Specifically:

atelierlaurenjane

brokenlipstickgirl

clownluvrr

girlblogger2008

luckydaygirl

pinkmotel444

unbalancedfemme

I'm not ashamed to say that I fucking love these girls.

Two quick ones now.

Decades

90s

2000s

80s

60s

70s

Nail combos

Just straight up black. A classic.

Aqua and red (middle and ring fingers). Yeah, that's exactly why.

Green and black (middle finger and thumb). So brat. So Julia.

Black and light blue (with blue sparkles). For some reason it's really "Among My Swan" by Mazzy Star.

Black with blue and hot pink. TV Girl reference.

I'm not talking about my favourite albums because I wouldn't finish this ever.

AND THAT'S IT. It took me longer than I expected. But I had fun anyway.

Now I'm gonna do my Religion homework at the last minute. Just like I said yesterday lol

Rest well.

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[lordofdragos]

MAYBE THE FINAL BIG ISAT TEXT POST

Y'know hopefully Alright one final time This is a long text post about me playing In Stars and Time! The game is wonderful and I highly recommend NOT LOOKING if you haven't played the game before! Ok text break go

Y-Yeah we sure did guys haha... OK BUT FOR REAL SHOULDNT WE BE GATHERED AROUND MIRABELLE??

ODILE SHOWING EMOTION YAHOO

We did it!

Another one huh? I actually forgot to write down what this one did and now future me doesn't remember uh OOPS Oh well it can't beat MEMORY OF PILLARS BABY I LOVE PARANOIA

The end huh? Game you are so cruel

Bad with heights huh? I can't look up at really tall buildings when I'm below them without my legs buckling under me but I can look down from on high just fine Human brains be weird and different

YES MIRABELLE WE'RE COMING WE KNOW

MY BAD My bad Just wanted to talk to the Change God Statue sorry

Tall also the feeling in my gut is getting worse.

Heh. You know how it is.

I mean that's a pretty valid reason in my eyes Just wanted some hope y'know?

NAME DROP WRITE THAT DOWN EVERYONE

Alright time to go talk to everyone because THE GAME DOESN'T WANT TO RIP OFF THE BANDAID YET

BRO IM GONNA CRY??

I'm kinda scared of this just because I don't really know how the interaction is gonna play out

. . . The music is gone again. I GET CHILLS SO BAD EVERYTIME IT NEVER ENDS

CMON MAN I BELIEVE

DAMNIT BONNIE YOU LITERAL ACTUAL CHILD ITS NOT YOUR FAULT BUT OF COURSE

Ok I really did like Bonnie's conversation but there wasn't a line that super caught me and now it's gone so uh Oops

I love saying etc. out loud

DAMNIT I HAVE TO KEEP MAKING UP BACKSTORY SINCE YOU WONT TELL ME SCREEEEEEEEEEE

Odile hits it straight on the head huh with the letting down walls ALSO IM GONNA CRY AGAIN??

:) (Wuh oh)

(WUH OH!) OH GOD THE MUSIC

Wait... Why does she know...?

This image of Sif is actually haunting.

So is the game just gonna kidnap me again or do I control the menu

Yeah ok it just stole me makes sense W-We sure are buddy...

Hey there's gonna be one more shorter post after this for the wrap-up until I save! Six whole posts of this huh... I hope people think it's cool or something

[crystallinechaos]

Hello, all you lovelies! I have been writing this little fiction for a few months now. I figured I'd start sharing it here as well, one chapter at a time, that way others could see and may e enjoy. Ff7 situation of a modern woman falling into the world of Midgar, before it all went to hell. Hope you enjoy! Of course, I'll post the link to the main story as well, in case you want to just read it all.

Here is the link to Death was only the Beginning

Chapter 1

For anyone curious about the whole "do you feel it when you die" question, I can answer you. Least about my specific death. I felt it. But in all honestly, I "felt" it in a somewhat impersonal way.

I more remember the way the windshield cracked, like a hundred fine spider webs inside it. I remember the noise of the car too. Metal grinding and crackling. I'm honestly glad I don't remember the way it all felt. I don't really consider myself a masochist. I wouldn't have enjoyed knowing or cataloging broken bones or gushes of blood.

It was bad enough what I do remember. The most terrifying was the fact I was there… or had been there. And then I simply wasn't. I didn't have a form anymore; I couldn't see the red tinted world of my shattered vehicle anymore.

You know how you aren't aware of your physical body until you are? Until something jogs your brain into hard-core thinking. Like being randomly hyper aware of your hands, or how you move when you dance? Or how you get a little too up in your walking ability when you're walking by a hot guy?

Okay, I admit the last one might just be me. Anyway, I lost all that in a single second. Talk about eye openers. I couldn't feel my physical body. I couldn't see anything. I reached and reached but there wasn't anything there.

I'm not too big to admit I was terrified. It took a long time to calm down after that. Especially when I realized my terror had no noise. I felt such fear, yet couldn't make a single actual noise.

All I can explain it as is… was a warm kind of darkness, if that makes any sense. At the time I had no idea what I was or where I was. Was this seriously death? Absolutely nothing? Boy, did everyone back home have it all wrong. Maybe my brain wasn't dead yet, and that's all that was happening.

Such thoughts were my comfort zone. I wanted an explanation more than I wanted it to end. Like I said… the dark was warm somehow, and at times I felt a pressure, like something was pressing on me. This happened more and more frequently. They were a guarantee when my thoughts had me in a panic. Slowly I began to regard that pressure as a kind of friend. It was really the only difference in my dark death.

Really, my heaven wasn't great. And if I was in the other place, where was my torture? This place had an ambivalence I both clung to and loathed. Sure, death was weird and I wanted something, ANYTHING, to happen. But I was also terrified about what it would be.

So, the days passed, slowly. I didn't know which way was up even, always just assuming I was in an upright position. I thought fancifully that I could feel my body again at times. I would feel an urge to roll over and would follow through, until I remembered I couldn't do that anymore.

Phantom limb pain, maybe? I brushed it off.

Until it kept happening. The thing is, it didn't feel like my old body. It felt foreign and wrong, and I didn't like it. I wondered then if maybe I wasn't dead. Maybe I was in a coma. That could explain the disconnect but not my blank world. I could rationalize the dark, but couldn't help feeling ripped off. In the movies, a coma patient wandered the hospital or some shit. Though in the end I'd be grateful when I woke up.

Coma was a hundred times better than dead, after all. Sure, my friends and family would be worried but damn! Least they wouldn't need to plan a funeral or mourn a bloodied caricature of who I was in a coffin.

I thought about that car, my cherry red Honda, and felt bitter. I'd loved that car. It had little stuffed turtles on the back windshield and a golden snitch hanging from the mirror. Geeky sure. Worse was I was still paying on it. I wondered bleakly if it'd been totaled or could be salvaged if I sunk myself into a hole of debt.

Light started flickering across my dark little world. Not often, and that was how I became acutely aware I had eyes. I couldn't blink for some annoying reason, so my relief was not easily won. When it flashed by again, I felt indignant and put upon, to the point I imagined I kicked out. Call me crazy but at the time I was confused as hell when it felt like I had legs and feet, and that I connected with something. Something soft and somewhat pliable.

The pressure returned right over my newly discovered feet and it blocked out the light so I was grateful. The pressure was almost… stroking? It shifted side to side and I was curious. Suddenly more curious than I had been since my coma or death. Fingers crossed for coma.

I pressed back for the first time knowingly and felt almost… something lighter. Like happiness was suddenly dumped in on me, and maybe I heard light laughter.

I began to interact more. Sue me, I was bored. Curiosity could kill this cat, since I was already sure I was either dead or incapacitated. I needed some fun.

Things started happening rapidly after that. Whenever I felt the pressure, I made sure to press back. Finally, another development. I began to realize the varying pressures were different pressures. Different… entities?

I found my favorite was the smallest one, pressing so lightly as though nervous, then firming down when I responded. The next best was the most frequent, that would be accompanied by laughter or what I thought were soft words. I found myself straining to try and understand. Sometimes it sounded almost sleepy, the soft little murmur, others happy and nearly singing.

It seems stupid, but I really believed these were my family members and friends, come to visit during my comatose state. More and more I became more accepting of this body I had, rolling and tumbling through my dark world with occasional shimmers of light. More and more I began to realize my darkness wasn't endless. The cushy limitless dark that I thought I'd been rolling through seemed to become smaller and smaller.

Finally, it was too tight almost. I began to feel suffocated, and couldn't help pushing against it more vehemently. I wasn't some acrobat that could fit in tiny spaces for fuck sakes!

Then… there were screams. The dark suddenly started contracting against me, squishing and releasing for what felt like hours. I couldn't stop myself as I slid forward and found myself stuck. I don't think I'd ever felt so scared. When I felt more persistent pressure against me, I fought, pushing away and wriggling about. The screams continued for a while before weakening.

More time passed and I couldn't tell what was happening. The small space continued to contract and I felt what might have been a small opening so I tried to shift forward and go through it. Anything was better than staying in this dark claustrophobic place.

The next phase I honestly wish I could forget. To say being reborn is an experience isn't a lie at all. There were a lot of… fluids, and an embarrassing smack along my bottom that frankly, enraged me. It hadn't clicked I was now a literal baby yet. I was more freaked by how everyone was so tall and there I was… a seeming puppy being held by giants.

Then the red tint was cleared from my rapidly blinking eyes by a soft cloth and I was placed in the arms of a tired, yet still radiant woman. I can't explain the immediate connection I felt to her. Her hair was like spun gold and her blue eyes danced with emotion I found I couldn't trace out.

A tall man of imposing disposition was standing beside her bed, his piercing gaze boring into me. His large hand was firmly gripping a slender shoulder, a younger but near carbon copy of the man. I blinked as much as I could in order to bring them sharper into focus, but baby eyes just aren't reliable.

I realized quickly and with horror, that's what I was. A literal ass baby. I was horrified. Especially when the woman cradled me tighter and shifted, squeezing my baby head into her bosom. My wriggling didn't stop the injustice.

For some reason, I couldn't understand their words. I stared with growing awareness as the woman gestured and the little boy came closer, his hand reaching out to poke, what I imagined, were puffy cheeks. I slowly brought him into focus and vaguely felt a sense of familiarity.

When the woman deposited me into his arms I felt some alarm. We were really trusting a kid to hold a fragile baby now, are we? I began to fuss a little, trying to convey my dismay in the only language I could, gibberish.

"What do you think, Rufus? Your own little sister." The woman said it so softly. Her hand reached out to brush the golden hair from his face and he allowed it. My alarm grew.

"President Shinra, sir." What I assumed was a doctor called to the man and he turned. Oh, shit.

"What is it?" Oh, no. Oh absolutely fuck no.

This is a dream; this absolutely can NOT be real.

"The birth certificate, sir."

The man took it in his hand and made a small noise. "I suppose she needs a name. I was hoping for another boy. However, I suppose this will be fine. You name her."

Oh shit, no thank you, really. I already have a name. One that I'm quite attached too. And really, a whole life that I'm happy with so really… no need.

The woman looked a bit dissatisfied with his disinterested tone and I almost felt bad. Her eyes softened when she looked at us. She thought we were her KIDS. Well, the boy… Rufus was, but I most certainly was not, by any means, an effing baby!

And I didn't want to be, if my stirring memories were right. I was screwed with this family of dysfunction and greed.

"Hmm, what do you think, Rufus?"

The boy looked almost innocent. But every time one of them spoke I felt nothing but dread. I stared at him while he looked back at me. This was the guy who was going to continue his fathers stupid quest to suck the planet dry! If I was right. Maybe I was wrong. Surely, maybe they were just the victims of some Final Fantasy obsessed nut job.

Well, at least my brother would grow up to be a domineering but classically hot anime guy. God's, this couldn't be real.

"Sophie," he muttered finally.

The woman lit up while the man snorted. "From the book I read you a while ago. Of course, it's perfectly splendid."

Before today if someone had said I'd be faced with a chibby Rufus freaking Shinra I'd have been curious enough to look up the Google for it. Now, I was faced with chibby Rufus actually blushing. Nodding as the woman beamed.

"Little Sophie. How wonderful." Compared to Rufus and the still unnamed woman I'd come out of, Shinra senior was laconic and bored. Well, excuse you, you definitely aren't getting any father of the year mugs from me.

My life was over. I started to cry as the emotion crashed into me and I couldn't stop it. Damn baby body. Even as I tried to hold back the noises, they escaped my unwilling mouth and tumbled around piercingly through the air. Rufus looked alarmed and the woman took me swiftly.

"Perhaps she's hungry already." Her voice was almost drowned out by my cries.

Nothing could drown out the intent though. She unbuttoned her gown and oh my God, you've got to be kidding me!

I was going to die. I was dead, and now I'm gonna be double dead. Fuck no I wasn't going to be breastfed to top off my impending doom.

[lilflowerpot]

Okay I hope this is an okay question and it's purely because I'm incapable of visualising things. (It's some brain thing idk what it's called). And I really don't mean to simplify your design!!

But I watched the first avatar movie with my mom last night and we got to the scene where jake is attacked by the big cat/dog thing and I just thought it reminded me a bit of your Ryahl design. Is it similar? Clearly not exact since the Ryahl has more eyes and generally different skin/face but ya know am I on the right course? (I might just try to draw it one day to get an sense of how it looks)

I've copied a picture in in case you have no clue what I'm talking about lol but loooove the story and you are so very welcome to just ignore this is you don't like the question. I won't take it personally❤️

anonymous: Have you watched avatar the way of water? The alien culture and work building made me think of your fic. I personally like the na’vi and made me think of them in world of voltron, so I curious to what you thought

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the rhyahl as relates to terran fauna | how the rhyahl consumes quintessence

So I did watch the original avatar when it first came out in,,,, shit, 2009?? GOD i'm old, anyway, I watched that in 2009 apparently and I'll be honest I do not remember a great deal more than "the humans had worked out how to grow giant blue bodies for themselves so that they could infiltrate the aliens"; I've also not seen the sequel (though I'll probably get around to it at some point), so I am not well-informed enough to answer this one without gratuitous referencing of the wiki, and because of that, this post is long as hell 😅

The thanator is a carnivorous animal native to the forests of Pandora. Although many regions of the moon have yet to be explored, xenobiologists currently believe that it may be the apex land predator; reminiscent of a Terran panther or lion, this enormous, powerful and ferocious animal is unique in its ability to lord over its territory striking fear into other largest and fiercest of Pandora's terrestrial carnivores, and even the Na'vi, who are renowned for their courage and skills in hunting, are shaken by the approach of the creature. - Avatar Wiki

So from that basic description I can certainly see the similarities—a land-based apex predator that even the planet's dominant native people are afraid of—but also a couple of differences too: the rhyahl isn't technically a carnivore due to sustaining solely off of quintessence, and though it did stray into Daibazaal's jungles, its primary haunt was the desert.

A lean and agile feline-like creature, the thanator's musculature is pronounced and impressive, providing power for protracted runs and leaps. The speed of its neck and jaw strike is swift. In addition to conventional ripping and tearing, the thanator can also deliver a lethal blow from its thin armored tail. An impact from the tail is strong enough to defend against other thanators. The creature's senses are so highly developed that, depending on atmospheric conditions, it can detect prey up to thirteen kilometers away.

✔ lean, agile, & feline, with powerful musculature —exactly what it says on the tin, no notes.

✘ built for protracted runs & leaps, with a neck & jaw built for swift strikes —the rhyahl is more an endurance predator, built to comb vast swathes of land for prey which, when located, it can subdue without a fight via its high-frequency cry, inducing a hallucinogenic state of paralysis.

✘ attacks with conventional ripping and tearing —again, the rhyahl is an endurance predator that rarely engages in overtly aggressive assault, and though it does have blunt claws, these are typically used for grip, or even just cleaning between its own scales.

✘ the thanator can also deliver a lethal blow from its thin armored tail —though the rhyahl's armoured tail is broad/heavy and likely could do sufficient damage to a smaller creature if hit, it's structured as more of a defensive asset to shield the rhyahl (when curled up into a ball, as pangolins do) from sandstorms, or other hungry rhyahl.

✔ highly developed senses allowing it to detect prey over great distances —the methodology differs (see below) but the rhyahl certainly has keen senses!

The thanator has ten sensory quills that sprout from sections of armor plating that encircle the rear of its skull. The function of the quills is still a mystery, but it has been hypothesized that they may be tied to an internal mechanism of prey location; possibly echolocation or another sensory pinpointing system. The quills also flare up and produce a more menacing appearance. The plates themselves are cartilaginous in nature.

✘ ten sensory quills that sprout from sections of armor plating that encircle the rear of its skull [...] it has been hypothesized that they may be tied to an internal mechanism of prey location; possibly echolocation or another sensory pinpointing system —the rhyahl has no such quills, and its method of prey-detection is infinitely more similar to that of a snake, using its many feathered tongues to "taste" quintessence in the air.

✘ the quills also flare up and produce a more menacing appearance —again, no quills, and no real need to intimidate its prey either, however, the rhayhl does flutter and undulate its scales to refract the light in a beautiful but very rarely recorded display to attract a mate.

✘ the plates themselves are cartilaginous in nature —rhyahl scales are much smaller than those of the thanator appear to be, and, like a pangolin, they're formed not of cartilage but rather keratin: the same protein that makes up horses' hooves, reptilian scales, and even human hair/fingernails.

It also has an armored neck and back, a massive distensible jaw, and twenty-three centimeter long sharp teeth. The thanator has burnished black skin. Its ten external sensory quills are colored bright red and yellow. The upper lip folds back for maximum tooth extension. The Na'vi, who are around 9 to 10 feet (3 meters) tall, could ride on the back of one of these beasts, making the thanator approximately 20 feet (6 meters) long. It has six long legs, and two sets of opercula on each side of its neck. When sensing for prey or for threats it can raise its front body and two front legs, standing on its four back limbs as it sniffs the air.

✘ an armored neck and back [and] burnished black skin. —rather than being partially armoured, the rhyahl is covered top to tail, and, unlike the thanator which seems to be largely smooth (I would assume due to its tropical and therefore humid jungle environment) the rhyahl is built for an infinitely more arid heat.

✔ a massive distensible jaw —t'would be a great pity for the rhyahl to have lured itself a nice meal only to be unable to properly feed from it, so it is capable of unhinging its jaw like a snake if need be.

✘ twenty-three centimeter long sharp teeth [and] the upper lip folds back for maximum tooth extension —the rhyahl is a toothless little murder-babey! Instead, its jaw is lined with a rigid calcification beneath its gums that served to clamp its prey in place without puncturing them and risking too swift a death.

✘ ten external sensory quills are colored bright red and yellow —the rhyahl's colour palette is cast in that wine-dark red/purple so as to better disguise it against Daibazaal's desert sands: again, as an endurance predator, its job was made easier if it prey didn't see it coming from any great distance, as once it was within auditory range it was already too late.

✘ the Na'vi, who are around 9 to 10 feet (3 meters) tall, could ride on the back of one of these beasts, making the thanator approximately 20 feet (6 meters) long —the rhyahl is actually notably smaller and more lithe than this, standing 5ft (1.5m) at the shoulder and probably around 12ft (3.7m) in length, but regardless literally who in their right mind would try to ride either of these beasties??

✔ six long legs —though the correct number, in comparison to that picture the rhyahl's legs are more even (both in terms of size and placement): all its limbs are powerful things rather than whatever the thanator has going on with those stumpy little hind legs, and evenly spaced along its torso. It's feet are also less hand-like than those of the thanator, and more camelid-esque as I've mentioned in my previous posts.

✘ it has two sets of opercula on each side of its neck —"opercula" seems to be an avatar-specific term referring to alien neck-nostrils, presumably taken from the latin root of "operculum" which refers to a covering flap in animals, such as a gill cover. This is not the case for the rhayhl, as its nostrils are situated on its face rather than its neck, and concealed beneath its scales.

✘ when sensing for prey or for threats it can raise its front body and two front legs, standing on its four back limbs as it sniffs the air —though not, I suppose, a biological impossibility for the rhyahl to sit up like a meerkat, seeing as it is a roughly feline creature, and big cats can in fact do this (though it looks so silly), this isn't a typical behaviour often exhibited by them.

[selfspinninglies]

Ever just get paranoid about a possible plot hole in an au of yours and think of a long winded explanation for it that nobody asked for? No? Well I did that's what this post is

Aaanyways so something that I've been thinking about with yetd is why doesn't raph go through the same thing donnie does with still being connected to the kraang and everything, periodical possessions and whatnot since he was under control of it too? (Putting the rest of this under the cut just incase nobody wants to hear my dumb dumb rambles also general tumblr etiquette. This is so disorganized im sorry i am terrible at explaining things)

Anyway x2, I'd say this is because of the difference in circumstance. With donnie, they aren't put under control but rather merged with the technodrome. I imagine that it communicated with them in some form during that time since it is literally a living spaceship from my understanding (might be wrong idk. Imagine having a conversation with a spaceship though. Crazy shit) so it could probably do something like that. Besides this is probably one of if not the first non-kraang piloting this thing so it'd probably take interest in that fact.

Also donnie comments on how close they are together. Like intertwined mentally. I don't remember the exact quote but yk. Something about them being in perfect unison with the ship. I feel like that's deeper than regular possession somehow ? It's certainly different (at least in my head.) I mean like this they're basically one being instead of one being piloted by the other. (Also I don't think that being ripped out of the console would take off all of the kraang goopiness. Have you seen how sticky and gross it looks? It's meant to stick to things really hard. There has to be at least a little left. The kraang are kind of like parasites/those mushrooms that take over antsafter all with how they operate. Taking over things for a specific purpose and making the subject do things for itself. If it can't stay, what use would it be?)

Anyway to why raph wouldn't experience what donnie is in this au.

The difference between possession and connection (? I guess? Don't have a better word) that I mentioned earlier. Definitely different circumstances with entire brain control (although I think raph would still . Yk . Have thoughts during that. Kind of like watching a movie . Can't do anything about it but you sure as he'll can react) and "hey we're one thing now".)

Also how I mentioned the kraang disgustingness would probably be hard to get off and latch on pretty hard. I mean raph straight up rips it off (and I'm pretty sure his ninpo gets the rest of it out? Rewatched that scene and I'm still not sure tbh) but if a little bit slipped somewhere on donnie and got ingrained (? Again don't have another word) into them and stayed for long enough without notice it would probably be a lot harder to remove

Oh god this post was so long and disorganized I am so sorry but I had to or I would go insane kill me

[theroundbartable]

Hi! I hope you're doing well! I've been wanting to write to you for ages because I've been reading and rereading and rerereading you and I think your writing is brilliant. Sorry, I'm going to be a bit personal because I can't imagine not being personal here, I find it difficult to express how much your writing touched me otherwise. But you can jump into the last paragraph directly if you don't want to interact with that, because awkard. Very randomly, I came across your work in a very strange time in my life earlier this year when my brain decided to echo something I didn't know was there, but that's not what's important here. What I want to say is: everything you wrote resonated that much deeper. I'm thinking especially about Everything I Do and The Regent (experience is experience and everyone is different and I don't want to make it about me, but thanks to those two fics especially I've been able to put into words things I've been feeling for years and I could use that to describe what was happening without feeling as lost, like if it exists in a story, it's not just me anymore, there is a sense to it, it's real too). BUT also, as someone who appreciates good writing, oh my god it's brilliant. Both the Regent and Everything I Do (still the ones I read the most) felt like a maze and everyting still made sense and all the characters were brilliant and fitted together and each time a revelation happened it was like "oh of course!" and everything falls into place. As I reread them I just find new details and puzzle pieces and it's a joy. I feel you make it so easy to understand what your characters are feeling and why they do what they do without overexplaining, excusing or killing the mystery. It's that extremely human mess, people not yet able to know why they do what they do, that is so difficult to write, I find. Like how things just happen but it makes sense if you think about it but also it doesn't have to as long as you trust it makes sense to the character, and I definitely trust your characters. So yeah. Thank you. Danke. I don't really ever post or anything, I'm just here to read but it felt selfish here not to say anything. I hope you have a lovely evening!

Don't be sorry, gosh this warms my heart, you have no idea. :)

Everything I do and Regent are both stories that are deeply personal to me. They both helped me get through some things and explain things to myself. So a part of that mess is literally me, being that mess myself and figuring stuff out. And I wrote them because I hoped to reach some people who struggle with similar things.

I just... Every time I post something, it is my wish that it makes someone laugh, makes someone think or feel. And I hope to help people understand. Either themselves or perhaps some other broader concept. It's rarely the stories I hold dear most that seem to reach that goal. It gives me purpose in a way.

To see that those two, the ones that I may as well have ripped right from my soul, reach you in this way moves me immensely. i really hope you're alright. I know the echo. It can be tough. (The analogy is spot on, not gonna lie.)

You're not selfish, no matter whether or not you had told me this. Thank you that you did. It means so much to me to know this.<3

[jeanie-g]

#88 jd/tz for the spotify wrapped

i'm back from war!! (the flu). gonna try cranking the rest of these out 🫶😜

[#88] What You Think About Me (Charli xcx)

Try to breathe it out / 'Cause I don't want it to hurt / It makes it harder when my name's on your shirt

Commentators used to joke that they were seeing double on the ice. Two Zegrases, one 9 and the other 11, skating around each other in matching orange jerseys. The first time Trevor saw Jamie wearing it, one week post-wedding, he had to rip it right off and fuck him about it.

When they got engaged, they talked about using Jamie's name, or even hyphening them both, but Jamie was dead set on taking Trevor's name. And Trevor, territorial and possessive as he is, had no objections.

He never thought it'd bite him in the ass when, four months after they tied the knot, Jamie's on the ice in a different Zegras jersey, this one a slightly darker orange—and with the Flyers logo embossed on the front.

It makes Trevor think of those photo edits that floated around Twitter last year, when Philly was in the market for a trade to a Western team, and fans clocked Trevor immediately. He chortled at the doctored images of him in Flyers orange, with his last name associated with any team that wasn't Anaheim.

They were half-right in the end, though. Philly got a Zegras, just not the one they thought.

Trevor's sitting in the press box tonight, eyes on Jamie as he skates around during warmups. Trevor's stupid shoulder is still tweaked, which means that he and Jamie are continuing their streak of never playing against each other. It's not like they're trying to delay the inevitable; it just happens. Maybe on some subconscious level, their brains and bodies are conspiring against them, giving out at just the right moment so they'll never have to face reality. The timing's just wacky enough that Trevor's starting to believe it.

Nevertheless, it sucks not playing, and it sucks seeing 'Zegras' on a Flyers jersey, and he misses Jamie so much it feels like his chest is caving in.

"A long distance marriage," he said with a hollow laugh, once Jamie got off that call with Torts. He was sort of manic; his voice cracked on that last word, the first time it had since his first (and only) year of college.

Jamie insisted they could make it work, had to dissuade Trevor from requesting a trade to fucking Buffalo just to be closer.

"Your team is here, Trevor. Anaheim's counting on you."

"Then why the fuck did they trade my husband?"

Jamie frowned. Neither of them had an answer for that.

A year later, Trevor still doesn't have an answer. Because the Ducks' defense is failing poor Dosty, no one can show any goddamn consistency, and when he isn't injured, Trevor's apparently allergic to finding the back of the net.

The one silver lining is that Jamie is doing well. It wasn't a secret how much Eakins disliked him, and Trevor never got that, so he'll hand it to Philly—at least they utilize him, and actually care about his development. Just hearing Jamie talk about his team... Trevor can hear his smile through the phone. And Trevor loves Jamie more than anything in the world, so if he's happy there, Trevor's happy.

He has to be.

[chloearit]

trying out something new, here's a version of the story we just posted with colour-coded dialogue for easier reading. let me know if this is helpful to any of you and if we should go back and add alternates like this to any of our previous stories.

// mentions of some... very bad things being done to children, csa, child murder, dubiously consensual things involving teenagers exploring their sexualities, but nothing graphic

It really wasn't a very unusual day.

I was walking the streets of Paris at night. Prometheus had been dismantled and the city was slowly returning to order. The year was 2299, I was 19, and it had been 7 years since I was forced to watch as she was murdered. I never saw any pictures of her, when I had the opportunity I didn't think I could take being reminded of her. The only place I saw her was in my dreams, a fading memory of her, always ripped away by the memory of her death, still clear and vivid as the day it happened, until I was given a vision of a different world where it had been me who died instead of her. She was given immortality, she was found by Sally, adopted and trained. I have to assume her family couldn't be found either. But there was something different about her. She wasn't haunted by my death the way I was by hers, she carried me with her everywhere she went. A memory - an alter - an introject of me who would guide her hand and protect her when she couldn't protect herself, like I had done when we were little kids. She dyed her hair blue, except for a steak of pink next to her right eye, where she'd otherwise cut her hair short. I didn't find out if there was any meaning to it, all I know is she looked super cute. She always wore headphones with big white cat-ear-like things on top, and constantly listened to music. She seemed happy. Happier than me. I kept wishing I could actually go back in time and pick that timeline. Maybe it did exist, somewhere out there, but even if reality shifting is real, it seems pretty set in stone you can only go to timelines where you are alive, and I didn't see any possibility where both of us made it out of there alive.

And then, one night, after an uneventful day, I saw her. Blue hair, pink streak, white cat ear headphones, sitting on some steps.

I stopped.

That's not even what she had ever actually looked like. She had black hair just like me when she died. It couldn't be.

Then she spotted me. And she looked at me in just the same way I was looking at her.

I stepped closer.

She stood up.

I slowly walked towards her.

She stepped down the stairs.

I came closer.

"I'm sorry, I-" She turned away.

I grabbed her arm. She looked back at me.

A long moment, we just stared at each other.

"It can't be," she finally whispered. "She would be..."

"19?"

She took off her headphones. "Lúcia?"

"Lilly?"

"Are you real?" we both asked at once.

"I am."

She was the first to burst into tears. I hugged her, like I had never hugged anyone before. Something about her didn't quite feel human, a bit too stiff in some places, too soft in others, but she was real, undoubtedly. She was here. In my arms.

We sat down on the stairs together, both a bit light-headed and dissociated.

"You're really cold," she finally said. "And you don't look a day over 14."

"You're really warm, but you still look like a child, too."

"Well, yeah, I'm... basically I'm a robot. I don't know how they did it really, I guess they kept my brain, and... and they used it to build... you know. A sexbot. And eventually I got out and it turns out I'm compatible with a lot of cybernetics! So I started modifying myself..." She looked at me. "This all sounds absolutely fucking insane, doesn't it?"

"No, not really, honestly. Um... I'm kind of... like... a vampire?"

"Okay that does sound crazier than mine." She took a breath. "Holy shit."

"Holy shit..."

"I looked for you! I swear I looked for you! But I don't think you ever told me how your name is spelled, and it's pronounced so weird-"

"I understand."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I kind of... assumed they'd just killed you too."

"Yeah, that's fair."

"And... well, you..."

"I... never left?"

"What?" She looked at me like I'd just read her mind. "Yeah... You've always been in my mind. Part of me thought it was maybe actually you, talking to me... Was it?"

"Um... no."

"Then how did you know?"

"I... wish I could explain that to you. It's a long story."

"Well, definitely tell it to me some time."

"Some time..."

Some time.

In the future.

A future... with her in it...

"For sure." I smiled like a fucking idiot and then started crying.

"Are you okay? Lu!" This time I collapsed into her arms.

"I'm okay, I'm just... holy shit. Holy shit, you're real. Holy shit, you're actually fucking here. You're not dead. And you remember me. And oh god, oh god, oh god, I never wanna lose you again! Please don't, please don't ever let me lose you again!"

"I won't. It's okay baby, I won't. I'm here. It's okay."

"I'm so sorry I didn't save you. I should've saved you, I should've! I should've protected you."

"It's okay. You did. I survived. I got out. I'm here. And you've always been there for me."

"You shouldn't have had to go through all that."

"None of us should have. But it's not your fault. You did everything you could. You couldn't have stopped it either way. You were twelve. And they were grown men."

"And you were ten. And I only-"

She closed my mouth.

"You did nothing wrong, bae. Really. You have nothing to apologise for."

She laid my head in her lap. I could hear the whirring of the mechanics inside of her.

"Please don't beat yourself up over it."

"How are you so much better at dealing with all this..." I said, looking up at her. "You're still, like, 17. And I'm pretty sure you got out after me."

"I was 13. 22...94? '95? Four years ago. Yes."

"'94. January. aged 14. right after I was turned."

"Ha! I knew it! Babyface."

"And how old are you supposed to be?" I jolted up.

She laughed. "Something around there, too, I think." She stretched out her arm as if inspecting her body, even though she was wearing long sleeves. "Real teenager-who-just-had-her-first-period vibes."

"Pretty sure those usually happen before you're a teenager."

"Wouldn't know, never had one."

"Lucky," I muttered. I hadn't even thought of that. But she was right.

She was real.

"You know, I kind of thought if I found you, and it turned out I'd just been talking to a fake you this whole time, you'd think I'm weird."

"What? No! Why would I think that? It's kind of... cool honestly. Comforting..."

"But like... what do I do with her now?"

"Keep her. Might be fun getting to talk to a different version of me."

"Huh, okay."

"Is she there?"

"What, right now? N- I mean- Yeah. But... I don't- I kinda wanna talk to you, myself, right now."

"All good."

"Thanks. - Holy shit."

"Holy shit."

Holy shit.

"So like," she took a deep breath, "How's your life been?"

"Um... oh wow. So. I was adopted. Her name is Sally Carriveau, she's a really good mom. She was a cop, quit to take care of me, she taught me how to shoot a gun. Since I'm a vampire now I'm basically immortal so I've just been... running around saving kids... and blowing their abusers' brains out."

"That's... wow! I don't really have any family, as far as I know there aren't any other robot kids like me out there."

"Oh yeah... I think we were... experiments, in making children that would never age, and could take way more abuse than real kids."

"Good to know the experiment backfired."

"Oh yeah!" I smiled. "Pretty sure we've already outlived all of the fuckers."

"You were thorough, huh?"

"Oh yeah. I was thorough."

"Good."

"What have you been up to?"

"Just kind of getting by... Maintaining a body like this is expensive, but I've had some people help me out. I tried doing sex work since that's what I'm built for, but I - well I guess I actually still am a teenager - so a lot of the people were obvious fucking creeps. They paid well enough though, I can see why those bastards did this to me. But honestly I think I just don't really enjoy sex very much regardless. I can do it for the money, but I never really feel it. And yeah, before you ask, I am equipped to physically feel it. No idea if I should take that as a kindness or if that's a feature, but that's not it. I mean emotionally or whatever, I'm just not into it. - I guess it was kind of nice with you, given the circumstances."

"It was?"

"Yes. Maybe I'm demisexual or some shit."

"Traumasexual."

"Ha! Yeah."

"I've run into the same problem though. Trying to date as an adult who looks like this... trying to imagine a future where they'll age and you won't. It's difficult."

"Whatcha into? Girls? Guys?"

"Girls. Definitely girls."

"Knew it."

"And then you also get weirdos who try to call you a creep for merely existing and trying to live an adult life as an adult who happens to look young. And not even that young. You know, there's real adults who look like this. I'm just short and thin. But you really just can't win."

"I get that."

"Maybe you've got the right idea with just forsaking sex."

"It's not a choice, it's just how I feel. If you want to feel that with another girl you should be able to feel it."

"Yeah, I know. I'm not even sure if I'm actually not into men, or if I just feel uncomfortable with them and at this point I've made being a lesbian so much of my identity I don't want to question it."

"You can still be a lesbian. The important part is who you do love, not who you don't."

"One time, I- it's a long story, but basically I ended up having sex with a guy before killing him. Dubiously consensual, on both parts, really, go figure, but that... kind of felt good. Having power over him, knowing I'd be the last girl he'd ever lay his hands on. Like, fuck, even just thinking about it again-"

"I can see that."

"Sorry, is that too much information?"

"It's fine. Probably not a lot of people you can talk to about those things."

"Not really, yeah."

We sat in awkward silence for a moment, then I asked: "So... did you have any plans for tonight?"

"No. Just hanging out."

"I wanna eat something. You probably don't consume food?"

"No."

"What do you run on?"

"Uuuuum, some hydrogen thing, same stuff they use for everything really. I can use fuel cells or I can plug into the mains, I don't really understand how it all works but it does. My mechanic can worry about that."

"I see. Well-" I got up. "I'm gonna grab something to eat, you wanna come with?"

"Yeah, of course!" She got up, too, putting her headphones back on.

"You've got to let me know what you're listening to on that later."

She nodded.

// by Lúcia

[mcrmadness]

UMMMMMMMM so I kinda drew something, with pencils, for the first time in 8 years. (If not counting the one I started in 2012 but finished last year, but never posted here because they don’t look like themselves and I still don’t know what to do with the faces.)

Anyhow, this is what I started on Farin’s birthday and wanted to continue so badly every day (night) and just couldn’t do it because my brain is full of shit, until tonight. And apparently had migraine too but I hyperfocused so much I didn’t even notice the pain until I was done with this.

What do you think? I know it’s not perfect, I was kinda trying something new after “studying” different pencil drawing techniques and after learning about things like blending and... well yeah the key word here is blending. I never really blended my artwork before and wanted to try if I could do it this time and I’m pleasantly surprised, actually. Just couldn’t make the blacks black enough (and Farin’s sleeve looks like it’s 2D...), I think there was too much graphite so it didn’t really stick to the paper anymore but it still stayed looking like this so there’s not much dimensions to the blackness. But I’m very pleased with what I could do with the skin! A hint to everyone who loves drawing: eyeshadow applicators!!! I don’t use makeup myself so this was the first time ever I have even bought any makeup tools (had to even check the package for the actual name) and it was for drawing :DDD

I also suck at doing 3D-clothing so those shadows on Bela’s jacket? Ehhhhh not so good. And the bottom part of the jacket looks off because I was using the paper blender but somehow the whole texture changed and then I couldn’t save it anymore. But gotta say that the eraser pencil was the best buy EVER. Even with such thick amount of graphite, I could erase their face lines millions of times without the eraser smudging a thing!!! This saved me from so many temper tantrums because I could shade, erase, blend, erase, shade... as many times as I just wanted and it would still return to white! Amazing! (Plus the electric eraser is also incredible, I did the jacket patterns with it but then pretty much hid them with pencil since they were too thick, and did them again with the eraser pencil. But oh boy is that satisfying to watch the electric eraser go and wipe off the graphite. Me likes.)

As a final note... Note to self: Don’t f*ing choose so difficult-ass photos to draw next time!!! It might look cute and nice to draw on the monitor but once you really get to the actual drawing part, you notice how damn difficult it is actually to see anything. Like this:

The faces? Nothing but weird curves that took me ages to follow because I apparently have problems with that. Also wtf is Farin’s face even? Where the f* is his nose??? I redrew that face three times after signing the paper as finished. Then looked at it and nope, nose was too low. Nose was too round. Too small. Or too sharp! I guess it’s okay now. At least there’s nothing I can do anymore since I already applied the fixative too.

Farin’s left hand caused problems too. It looks ok in the photo but go and try drawing it. After getting every finger drawn, you feel content and happy because it’s done, then you look at the whole hand and you’re like WHAT IS THAT.

Anyhow that was my actual proper pencil drawing for the first time in 8 years and gotta say I was very very scared. Of ruining it. But I love my eraser pencil. It’s my new friend now. I kinda took this one as a practice and I already have other drawings in mind and can’t wait to get to test these techniques - and the eraser pencil! - on those!!!

Reblogging is allowed AND I’d love that if you did so. If you’re looking for only perfect drawings to reblog, you ain’t going to get those from me, so if you choose not to reblog because of that, fair enough but I gotta admit it makes me a little bit sad. I can’t do perfect photorealism but I’m still learning and improving all the time and it’s (finally) enough for me, and you shouldn’t compare my drawings to other people’s art anyway because I stopped doing that, too. Thank you for everyone who does reblog. (Liking doesn’t do shit on this hellsite.)