#i am not quite sure

[creatureofthe-creek]

could I request a moodboard of the 1984 winter olympics mascot with themes of snow and happiness

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@erikaskblog

[the-rot-outside]

While lying in bed trying to sleep, I've had a thought.

I've seen some people on here talking about zombiekin in the way where you are the parasite controlling the body. I personally don't feel that way, I feel like I myself am the energy-drained corpse that wants to return to nature.

However, something just controlling the body is a perfect way to describe how I feel machinekin. The best way I would describe me is a computer program, but it is really more than just that. I am a computer's worth of programs, yet I am stuck running on the system that is my body. This unfortunately rends me to operate inefficiently.

As my machinekin parts, I don't quite see myself as having an actual external body outside of code, such as a computer. The closest that possibly feels right would be a server room, but even that feels wrong in a way. I am just myself, a mess of programs stuck in this inefficient hardware, that came preloaded with some ADHD malware.

[indigo6f00ff]

need to share an experience i had 30 minutes ago

(edit: thanks to @walks-the-ages for providing and reminding me to put alt text, sorry it slips my mind alot lol)

[randomplayz]

My no-good masochist of a husband

A man comes for Cecelia.

We don’t hear from her for months.

(The root of my surprise, of course, does not stem from the fact of someone taking Cecelia, dear no, that would be impossible considering her habit of making enemies quite eagerly, no, it stems from the sheer notion of no one taking such logical action sooner.)

Months after her disappearance we are generously graced with a letter, which accounts for all that transpired from the night of her departure to her current state of being.

Hello, Father, Mother and, unfortunately, Sister. (I feel the love)

I have been well. Though I cannot feasibly know how you have fared, I have been told that you have been given the best comforts of the world, as consolation for the Bastard’s kidnapping. He wishes that with this, all his heinous transgressions are to be forgiven while also arrogantly hoping of you allowing him to ask for my hand in marriage. Rest assured, with your forced approval or without it, I shall reject all advances he shall endeavor to make. I am a woman of virtue, and he is a most despicable man.

I am certain that you are most bewildered, for The Bastard that had so heartlessly taken me away, now most ardently imagines myself the bearer of his children. My charming wit has turned against me – is all I am to yet disclose.

You shall remember when he first appeared before your eyes, that he claimed to have known me, giving me the lovely name ‘witch’, and dearly dreamt of me paying ‘for my sins’. He had decided to rudely skip my long line of adversaries, who had been patiently waiting for their right to torment me, to, instead, complete his own selfish desire. I find that this further lowered him in my eyes, as one has to be a barbarian to not conform to basic social etiquette.

After he crudely took me, he locked me in a carriage with the worst possible person – himself.

I assume, that, at this point, you are rather intrigued as to how I have made such a powerful enemy and it absolutely pains me to leave your curiosity unsatisfied, for, I shamefully confess, I have no recollection of crossing paths with the rotten Bastard. When I informed him of this, language abandoned him; thankfully, so much so, that uttering a word proved difficult for him and I was left with the much preferred company of silence.

With our arrival at his estate I had come to a beautiful conclusion.

Father, Mother, and, yes, even you Sister, I have made an enemy of an important figure, a Duke.

Sincerely, I have hit the jackpot.

From that moment on my plans came alive. It was all very simple. I shall annoy The Bastard Duke into insanity and claim all of his possessions, with a contract to seal the deal. However, as I have stated above, all went awry.

At first, everything was sailing smoothly. His thoughts of me were anything but pleasant, and never was it more apparent when he attempted, vigorously, to set me ablaze with his gaze. Around that time I found a friend in his younger brother, Julius – a sharp-minded intelligent, whose sole purpose for breathing was to drag his brother down to the pits of hell. We may as well have been soulmates.

I enlisted his help in the torture of his brother, and Julius’s exuberance seemed greater than my own. We switched the milk with oil, the sweet sugar with bitter powder; the whitest of shirts became as dark as coal; and the Bastard's perfectly-maintained dignity plummeted in front of a lively audience when soiled with chocolate cake (which was done by yours truly).

But through these trials I had discovered a horrifying fact: the Duke was a masochist.

My constant irking has caused an undesired effect – The Bastard, after every humiliation, demanded more and more.

I have met my match. I admit defeat. This is a foe I cannot conquer. I cannot beat into submission.  All is futile. In the face of his, and it murders my soul to say, love, -  I am at a loss.

The Bastard is intent on driving me to the brink of insanity.

Now I have a not-quite sane Bastard Duke hanging onto my every word, as though Christ compelled it. (When he asked me to make a request of him I replied with ‘All of your earthly possessions, Bastard.’He did the unthinkable – he smiled, and stated in a grand voice all of his would be mine in the event of our marriage. Our. Marriage.

I am definitely leaning towards purifying his corpse when he meets his demise. But I keep having the horrible thought that he might as well rise from the grave just to put a ring on my finger.)

That is all. Please do enjoy those luxuries, for they came at a horrible cost.

Everyday, I suffer greatly.

Sincerely yours,

The future duchess through shady means,

Cecelia Harrow (I hope this surname shall remain for a long time).

[ruporas]

it's time to go, my love (ID in alt)

[waterme-stories]

there's something here. I don't know what. but something

[spiderfroggo]

another saw doodle dump!!

[cockroachesunite]

(Previously ☞ 1 , 2 , 3)

(part 1)

[mylittleredgirl]

that "net zero information" experience but it's my own post while i'm writing it. i started composing a post about how i wish individual fandoms had fanfic style guides, you know, like magazines and brands do. so that if i'm posting in a new tag, i don't have to do research to know what to capitalize, how so-and-so's name is spelled if it never appears in print, generally accepted conventions on how to denote telepathic speech, that sort of thing.

then i realized that if i knocked on that devil's door and he happened to answer, you would be able to see the fandom wank from space. forget the problem of people policing fanfics for not adhering to the style guide. friendships are ending well before that. the star trek guide can't get out of the What Do We Call The Fucking Bathroom committee. "do we use an apostrophe if stargate is abbreviated to 'gate or not" causes a fandom schism over generational lines and we haven't even gotten into capitalization yet. i type fast but not fast enough to avoid seeing the error of my ways. fanfic style guides. do not do this.

[edenprime]

One of the strongest points of Mass Effect, if not the strongest, is just how well written the characters are. From Shepard, to the squad, to the side characters like Anderson and Bakara, to barely-there NPCs like Ereba and Charr the lovers, Etarn Tiro the enthusiastic turian merchant, Kargesh the krogan who wanted a fish, Lia'Vael, the quarian who gets falsely accused of theft, and the Salarian who wants to buy a memento to his asari lover to remember him by once he's dead.

I feel like so many of them are memorable, and they all serve a purpose to the overall world building. The krogan show that they are not the violent thugs the galaxy has made them out to be. The salarian shows the struggle born out of building relationships with people of a species with a life expectancy so beyond your own. Lia'Vael illustrates what Tali says about the quarians being treated like second class citizens. Those small little side quests have a meaning and a purpose, it doesnt feel like they are Just There, and they add more to the lore of them game to those who care about that stuff.

[commandertartarsmoocher]

🎉 Happy New Year 🎉

🎊 2025 🥳

[magicpiano]

DCxDP AU: The Ultimate Enemy + The Flash

One of the speedsters (doesn't matter which really) is one of the few survivors of the apocalypse and he just figured out who Phantom is. He can save the world, all he has to do is go back in time and kill Danny Fenton.

Which seems like a great idea, right up to the point where he finds Danny and realizes he is just a 14 year old kid......

[anthurak]

I've seen a fair bit of discussion so far on how the old power dynamic and imbalance between Blitzo and Stolas has been effectively flipped after the events of Mastermind. With Blitzo now being the popular, socially-well-regarded figure and Stolas now looked down on, along with Stolas now being the one to be reliant on Blitzo.

But the funny thing is, I think 'flipped' doesn't even fully cover this new dynamic between them. Because, quite ironically, Stolas is now actually even MORE reliant on Blitzo than Blitzo ever was on Stolas.

Like yeah, Blitzo very much relied on Stolas for his livelihood through much of the show up to now. Blitzo simply could not run his human-murder-business WITHOUT Stolas's grimoire and the transactional relationship that came with it. If Stolas were to ever dump Blitzo and permanently take back the book, then Blitzo would certainly lose his current business.

But only his current business.

As we saw in Ghostfuckers, Blitzo was actually running what seems to have been a decently successful assassin-gig in Hell for some time even before getting the Grimoire from Stolas and starting up I.M.P. proper.

Loosing I.M.P. would certainly be devastating to Blitzo and the others, but they would at least still have OPTIONS. They probably could go back to their old Hell-based assassination business. Sure, it probably would still be a major downgrade, but it would at least pay the bills.

As for Stolas on the other hand; right now Blitzo is quite literally ALL THAT HE'S GOT. Without Blitzo, Stolas has NOTHING. No home, no money, no livelihood, no friends*, no family, NOTHING.

In the past, Blitzo was extremely reliant on Stolas.

Now, Stolas is ENTIRELY reliant on Blitzo.

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*Well, he probably still has at least one other friend, as we saw this episode, but Stolas likely doesn't know that yet.

[pokimoko]

If you’re doing pride animals still do you think you could make a pan tiger maybe? If not that’s ok ofc :)

I can absolutely do that for you, my friend. Here you are!

[myokk]

[theoldworldsrunnerup]

@deathnotetober day three: task force

Redraw of this:

This is. Technically not finished but I am so sick of looking at this so I’m giving up and posting it