#even if no one else cares

[corcnaiism]

INSIDE LOOK TO PANDORA: DAWN OF GRAVITY FALLS

Pandora’s reign spread across the entirety of Dimension 34, otherwise known as Earth. However, due to her distrust of the human race after a civilization wiped out more than half of her creations, she minimized the chaos influence to a more concentrated part of the planet which the natives have promptly named Gravity Falls — her little corner of property she rightfully claimed as her own. This section of the dimension happened to be the most adaptable when it came to unleashing her creations, so Pandora thought it was the perfect spot for her to use as the “launching pad” whenever it was her time to shine. It also appeared to be the sweet spot that most of her “children’ enjoyed thriving in and those who wanted to live elsewhere could easily migrate. 

And what sealed the deal for her was how respectful the natives were.

It was without a doubt that the human inhabitants were terrified of her creations and all the chaos she would sprinkle in between, but they never tried to kill them off like other humans have. Instead, they built their homes away from the thick forest where her “children” resided and learned to live in unison. Things were strangely balanced for a good while until Bill entered the equation.

For centuries, the one-eyed triangle served as the biggest menace amongst all of her creations, which Pandora couldn’t be more proud of, however Bill’s actions went against The Natural Order’s laws thus forcing her hand to stop him every moment he went overboard. It wasn’t a fun thing to do, and it pained her to have to restrain him and seal him away for a time, but she hoped that one day he would learn and cooperate. 

But it seemed the humans were not too thrilled whenever Bill began causing mayhem either, so they sought guidance and strength from the god of prosperity and wisdom — offering prayers and gifts in exchange for knowledge on how to prevent the triangle demon from overtaking them. The humans were given runes and magic in order to manifest a strange, magical shield around the small town that prevents the chaos residing within Gravity Falls from escaping and lessening their aura presence within. Alongside this, they also learned how to seal Bill momentarily away using that same power granted to them, which became a ritual that was passed down from generation to generation in order to keep the triangle in check. 

Because of this, Pandora’s creations were to remain within the confines of Gravity Falls, and her other creations roaming outside were to never enter. This put a dent between her and the god of prosperity and wisdom’s bond, and there came a lot of arguments and fights because of this. Ultimately, it was the cycle of life, and not all gods were going to get what they wanted, so the only thing that came out of this was that the two gods were never going to see eye to eye, unless they wanted to grab the attention of The Natural Order but neither were too keen on that idea.

However, this rivalry was not the only thing that rendered the gods. It had also immensely affected Bill who now had two gods keeping tabs on him, one in the form of his creator and the other in the form of humans using an ounce of another god’s power to put a chain on him. It made things so much more complicated for him and because of that, Bill learned to hone his powers to where they were more hidden than before, turning himself into a dream demon where he can haunt the minds of others instead of always physically attacking them. He also picked up on making deals with humans who were foolish enough to fall into his trap and use their bodies and mind to inflict damage. It was better than nothing though he knew that Pandora would be able to catch up either way if he got too cocky, considering she had those same abilities herself. So for a long while, Bill worked in the shadows and away from his creator’s eye as best as he could while also dodging humans that knew all too well on how to keep him locked down. 

Time passed on, and the state of Gravity Falls remained the same — peace was kept by the humans and the anomalies coexisting with one another without death involved whilst chaos remained the variable that kept the overwhelming tranquility at bay. Nothing worth mentioning occurred for some long time until one day, Pandora received an alarming signal from deep within Gravity Falls that made her skin crawl.

Her “children” were being threatened again.

Not wanting to go through the same amount of blood-shed as before, the god of chaos made haste to the small town, shrinking her planetary size to accommodate her, albeit being 10ft in height. She walked amongst the planes in her true form as she found the target of aggression being directed towards her unicorns, the colorful horses chained and squealing for release. Pandora released them and set them on their way, but her attention quickly changed towards an individual who had raised a crossbow from amongst the trees.

She did not flinch as such a mundane attack could not hurt her, but she did growl and tense up to show disapproval towards the action. The individual in question wore a dark beige trench coat with dark slacks and disheveled hair. Eyes like coffee beans looked up at her behind “nerdy’ glasses, and it was obvious he was trembling in his boots. Yet he stood his ground with that weapon aimed right at her, hesitant on shooting an arrow right at her stomach. 

" I’m not afraid of you. ”

He spoke.

And Pandora laughed.

Never in her long life had a human stood right up to her and told her such silly words — if only he knew who he was talking to. But she played along, mocking him by picking him up with all of her four arms as she taunted his very appearance. She toyed with him and encouraged him to shoot her all while showing him glimpses of what her powers were capable of. Pandora had hoped to riddle him with fear enough to where he would run away with his tail between his legs, but as soon as she put him back down to the ground and allowed him to do whatever he wanted, the human stayed. Not frozen like a deer in headlights but with awe and wonder decorating his face. 

Now it was Pandora who was the one flabbergasted. 

Of course, she could taste his fear in the air, no doubt about it, but this human was more fascinated by the things he saw than afraid. He had exclaimed his infatuation with her appearance and her powers, asking her what she was, and other interview-like questions. The god of chaos could only stare in confusion for a while until she spotted something on the human’s body that piqued her interest and had her lessen her threatening aura.

He had twelve fingers total.

Two extra than normal.

He was one of a kind.

Pandora had known of humans being born with oddities, but she had never personally met one before. This was a first for her, and her attitude quickly changed to a more intrigued one as she gawked at the human like a kid in a candy store, the questions now being directed at him. But the man was more than willing to share information with her as he put down his weapon and pulled out a journal from within his large pocket, explaining to her his reasoning behind what he had been trying to do with the unicorns. 

And Pandora’s crown of eyes lit up like saucers.

This human, this strange looking man, had been researching HER creations and making a huge deal about the weirdness and chaos they bring about to Gravity Falls. This six-fingered human being had grown infatuated with her work unlike anyone else throughout her lifespan, and it made her feel . . . special. People would fear her and try to rebuke her along with everything else she had made with her bare hands, but this one . . . willingly invited her madness into his life.

What a strange man.

She liked him.

[notfknapplicable]

6659

y’all, I did it.

bb signed her first publisher up for digital deposit!  I am absolutely THRILLED about all of the work I’ll have for my student workers.  It’s exciting and nerdy indeed.  I can’t wait to preserve these PDFs!!

Also, my dad is having a parkway named after him in our hometown.  The dedication ceremony is happening right now and I’m watching right now on instagram live.  My twin is there to say a few words.

My lil rotten heart is so full rn!!!!

[theoldkyokodied]

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

[choccy-milky]

ty to @icedmatchawoatmilk13 for sending this to me! i may have gone a bit overboard but this was so much fun to fill out/think about BAHAHA💖 ill still never get over how perfect the song sarah smiles is for them...the lyrics AND the fact that its an alliteration...im gonna do an animatic about seb and clora to that song one day i swear 😩 ((blank template by oakwolves!))

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Eldritch/not-entirely-human Grunkle Stan stories have been eating away at my brain, so I have a silly little concept of Mimic!Stan.

He and his Mystery Shack are both mimics that lure tourists in as a literal "tourist trap" to gather and devour them! Since the house is alive, it raises a few (read: several) child safety concerns that lead to a LOT of rules to be created for Dipper and Mabel to follow when they eventually arrive, such as:

Be careful not to get lost in the winding hallways! The Mystery Shack is bigger on the inside, and you don't want to end up in the wrong areas.

Don't go through randomly appearing doors, they may eat you.

If you think you feel the walls around you breathing and the floor beneath you shifting, no, you don't.

If you think the walls feel a bit damp, you're imagining it.

Watch your fingers around windowsills! You wouldn't want to lose any of them.

Don't linger too long under the doorframes; it may start feeling like they are slowly constricting around you.

[padfootastic]

can’t help but think of how, if we choose to go by sirius’ characterisation as a private, arrogant teen who only lets a select few into his circle, sirius’ post-azkaban life just have been such an utterly humiliating experience for him.

especially OoTP. when he has all these near strangers in his childhood house, that he hated and loved and ran away from and couldn’t ever escape. if he spent his entire pre-azkaban existence building a cold and aloof persona, not letting people know what his home life had been like, then to have all of these people get a front row seat to it because of kreacher and portrait walburga’s shenanigans must have been near unbearable. to have the entire order, including snape whom he disliked and mistrusted, hear the kinds of names he’s being called.

not only does he have to deal with the retraumatisation of his childhood, but also the fact that he’s flayed open for everyone to see. it’s not only his freedom, innocence, dignity that has been snatched from him but his privacy also. it’s such a cruel thing to experience, on top of everything else.

to have literal children, his godson who he has been kept away from all this while, whom he presumably wants to be able to look up to him, to have him see into the deepest parts of his soul. to have to be so weak in front of him. not only is he subjected to such vileness but he also cannot do anything about it.

sirius has not had a moment of peace in all the time we knew him. it is indignity upon indignity that is heaped onto him. every other character has gotten a moment of respite but him. it fully breaks my heart.

[lazylittledragon]

i refuse to believe that boycotting is hard. my favourite thing in the world is ordering maccies after a late night at work/a concert/getting drunk. yes i do miss it sometimes. but the other night i ordered from a small place near my house instead and it was the most orgasmic burger i've ever had in my life. i very rarely say this but fucking suck it up people are DEAD

[egophiliac]

this is basically what happened, right?

(these guys are very lucky that everyone at NRC 1) has the combined intelligence of a sack of bricks, and 2) is easily distracted by shiny things.)

[heartorbit]

make a wish! 🍃

happy 1st anniversary, in stars and time 🤍

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 345

Let it be known that none of them actually expected the idiots’ of the week’s ritual to work. The summoning hadn’t worked for literal centuries- everyone knew it had been sealed away, presumably forever!

(Of course they had no way to know that in the Infinite Realms actually used the term forever as a measurement of time, what with how time itself wasn’t particularly linear within. And to beings that could hypothetically live for eternity? Forever was a nice vacation time really) 

So maybe they hadn’t been exactly focused on stopping the ritual as much as they could of been, and by the time they realized it was working, well, it’d been a bit too late then. So yes, mistakes had perhaps in fact, been made. 

First had come the chill, the cold of the ground as your body was lowered down, the cold of your blood dripping from your living corpse. Then came the shadows, the darkness creeping along their vision as their soul slipped from their body. Followed by boiling heat, flames scorching through their flesh and tearing from their chests like a blade piercing their hearts. 

The form that emerged was massive, a cloak dripping crimson fluttering in the wind of an unseen battlefield, verdant flames licking at the air and causing the surrounding shadows to writhe. A dark growl echoed through the building, the stone below them shaking while deathly green eyes glowered down at the living with utter contempt. 

“Do any of you imbeciles know how long it takes to get ghostlings to sleep-” 

[beansnpeets]

Thinking about human behaviour compared to animal behaviour again.

It's funny to hear people (the older gens) complaining that "kids these days are lazy, they don't wanna work, etc." What do we get for busting our asses? There is no reward. Many will never own homes. Many are unemployed, trying to find work, and nobody will hire them because they don't have a million years experience and a masters degree OR they want people to work for minimum wage??? People are giving up because there is no reward. Why would we do all this for nothing?

Same as a dog that won't recall when you haven't reinforced it with a reward. Your dog isn't going to do what you tell it to if there is no incentive. No, your dog SHOULDN'T listen just because you're boss and it should respect you. That isn't how it works. They don't think that way. And honestly neither do people.

When we went hiking Sprocket wasn't always taking treats gently from me when I recalled her or she checked in and I rewarded and my one friend told me to stop giving her treats. I told him I won't work for free so why should she. And he said "I do things for free all the time because I want to do them," and I didn't say it then, but I wish I had, but if you like doing it, that's the incentive. It's a self-rewarding behaviour. Just like anything else a dog does, like chasing a squirrel or sniffing things or getting into the trash. Heeling instead of going off to sniff stuff or recalling off of something they want to chase is something you have to reinforce. You have to give them something better so they make the choice you want them to make. They won't make it just because they *respect* you. They won't willingly recall off of exciting prey out of RESPECT. You need to give them a tangible reward for that. You cannot possibly expect your dog to listen just because and then punish them for disobeying you.

Yeah, Sprocket bit my fingers a couple times. The one time pretty hard. But she was excited. She knows how to take gently and I reminded her and she tried very hard to be gentle most of the time. I wasn't going to stop rewarding her for checking in with me and recalling while we were off leash hiking in the woods. I want her to know that coming back to me is good and in the event of an emergency I would like her to not blow me off.

[pharmasrightarm]

separate ways

[babacontainsmultitudes]

RIP Will Campos the only person who was murdered this episode.

[adhdandcomics]

whoever needs to hear this: if you got a disability, if you don’t know if you have something, if you ever think “it’s not that bad” if you have a thing about guilt, if you’re ill, Anything: listen. it is okay to throw things away.

you can throw it away. if it sucks and it stresses you the fuck out, if you just “need the right time to fix it” for the past 3 months. or years. if you loved it once upon a time but it makes you feel kinda weird and guilty now. if it’s a jacket youve reaaaally been meaning to mend and then donate. a jar of sauce that “all you have to do” is clean out to recycle but it’s been a week and now there’s a small colony growing in it. slowly shredding to bits fabric scraps you plan to use to fix something. busted picture frame. cracked mug. old shoes. extra box. an entire pack of granola bars that you hate so much but don’t want to waste.

life is already so goddamn difficult for us. i know you still care about recycling and the environment and sustainability. but it’s okay, i promise. sometimes you have to take care of your space. sometimes you have to cut your losses so you can actually have energy to recycle the next thing. get rid of the old shirt before it turns into a tornado pile of guilt under the bed. you’re not a bad person. you can throw this one away.

[mipexch]

been thinking about something wicked a little too much lately. no harm in romanticizing the ominous dreadful unstoppable force

[tinyfantasminha]

I don't want to keep clogging my blog with vent posts but uh... I guess this is a more general concern/observation

But it's getting real hard to stay motivated in fandom spaces when there's little compensation, and annoying occurrences are more frequent than good ones.

Mainly there's been less engagement/people showing interest in creators and their art (such as sending asks, making comments and reblogging with tags) and MORE parasocial interactions. This goes for both artists and writers.

Over this year I've noticed a vast disinterest within my public in general. Asks about ocs, my art, or just nice simple comments of ''I love your art'' has been getting more and more scarce. My follower number is bigger than 2-3 years ago sure and I get more likes on my posts but they are feeling more like just numbers and statistics than actual people who supposedly like my stuff.

And while people being parasocial with creators has always been a thing, I feel like it's gotten way worse... in general? People sending personal pictures out of the blue in hopes of being validated, unwanted psychological advice or assumptions about the creator without any established connection first ( <- these happened to me in the same week.) ventdump, just insensitive/lacking of common sense comments in general, unreasonable demands (mostly with writers)... I wondered at first if it was just me, but a handful of mutuals/acquaintances who are artists and writers seems to be going through it as well.

It's annoying. It's tough. It's getting exhausting. Creators pour so much of themselves into their work—countless hours, effort, and passion, all to share something meaningful or entertaining with others (and for FREE) The LEAST anyone can do is show respect, even if opinions differ. When a writer posts a fanfic, don't just say ''omg post next chapter!'', when an artist posts a drawing of their favorite character, don't just say ''omg draw (character) next!'' as if they're faceless content machines that are expected to churn out more '''content''' for you without acknowledgment, encouragement, or appreciation.

''I want to support creators but I don't know what to say and I feel intimidated by their talent so I just lurk silently :((('' I swear to you, no creator (at least not the majority) is making up an intimidating persona to discourage you from interacting with them. They WANT your comments. A single ''I love your art/writing/videos'' or even something as silly as ''I want to eat your art'' is enough to keep a creator sighing dreamily for WEEKS. It doesn't have to be deep! It's heartfelt and that's what it matters!! (Just remember to keep it relevant and thoughtful... It takes just a bit of common sense NOT to comment things like ''this looks like (another character)'' or ''this but with (another unrelated ship/character/show)''. No one wants to hear comparisons or unrelated ideas when they’ve poured their soul into something.)

In fact, the ''I like your art but I think you're intimidating'' feels more hurtful than flattering. It makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong, acting wrong. 💀

If you love that fanfic that changed your brain psyche forever and want to gush about it, go tell the writer. If you loved so much a piece of art that you saved it a million times in your phone and can't stop thinking about it, go tell the artist. Push away the ''they probably won't care about my comment/it won't make a difference'' thoughts. DO IT NOW. You won't know when they might go inactive forever or deactivate. You can't know if that is the last piece they will ever post. Make sure you show appreciation to creators NOW, while they are still here. While they're still not being replaced by AI.