#i have no idea why i wrote this

[karlathewitch]

While working on my WIP story, I got stuck due to several problems with story settings, tone, etc. It got me stuck for several months, until now, as I realized

It is my story. I can do whatever the fck I want with it.

I don't have to use a regular story structure, I can write it as if it's an anime. 12 episodes per book.

I thought about a part what's mainly about my characters trying to hunt down a chimera, but they find out it is actually a cockatrice, and it's a big thing. Sounds weird, Mistborn's plot is better, BUT I'm not writing Mistborn. I'm writing my own stuff, so cockatrice confusion will be there.

And this applies to every aspiring author I think. Write crazy, write chaotic, write cliché, write it however you like, because you're the first reader of the book. It is for you to enjoy it.

[lika2]

In a hypothetical world where everyone only trusts each other as far as they can throw them

There is a correlation between small size and trustworthiness, and a correlation between large size and trusting others

In less fancy terms: smol peeps are considered trustworthy but don't trust others. Heavy ppl are considered suspicious but are very trusting

It is fashionable to look aerodynamic

Everything is designed to be lightweight and easy to throw

"You never trust anyone! You should pick up weight lifting!!" would be an actual thing people say

There are designated cushioned "throwing lanes" to be able to yeet shit and see how far it goes

Natural selection means we'd all be gnome sized

Products that break upon impact after getting yeeted 100 meters are considered faulty and can be returned

There are movements to shed light to the injustices tall/broad/large people face

Ceo's are all babies.

Elephants got hunted to extinction in the 1800's probably

Nobody trusts glue

[themosticonicseveredhead]

do you ever just wake up with a strange and compelling urge to rewrite page 82 of Homestuck in iambic pentameter?

no?

yeah, me neither...

[arwenkenobi48]

“Unhand me, vile human!” Vervain shouted, wriggling like an eel in a fishing net. “Or so help me, you will regret it!” I stared down at the fidgeting rodent and couldn’t help laughing. “Awww, your little nose twitches in the cutest way when you’re angry.” “What!?” He squeaked, his scraggly fur standing on end. “Now listen here, human, you’re free to call me many things, but never call me cute! I am not cute!”

“Suit yourself, little rabbit,” I replied, placing him on the table. “I am not a ‘little’ rabbit!” He growled. “So you say,” said I. “But the mirror and the measuring tape tell a different story.” “Just you wait until General Woundwort hears about this!” Vervain grumbled. “He’ll have your guts for garters!”

“I doubt it. You’re miles away from Efrafa.” I pointed out. “And there’s no need to pout.” “I’m not pouting.” Vervain replied, pouting grumpily. “Oh, what a horrible fate has befallen me…” he whimpered, his ears flopping. “An Owsla officer, abducted by Man. How humiliating!” “There there, stop whining,” I said, patting his head affectionately. “I’m not whining!” Vervain whined. He sat there, his nose twitching, an evil bundle of floof and hatred. “Woundwort, where are you?”

[purplecoffee13]

Every day I wake up

[legitimatesatanspawn]

It's not the fact that Danny sees a burning sword or a set of interlocking wheels. It's not that they seem like what angels are said to look like. Danny's seen equally strange things in the Zone after all.

It's that they are drawn to a miserable child. They give the child all the wonders of the universe, all the joys imaginable, and then remove the memories when the covenant is broken or when time finally trickles away. Not even leaving a hint of the delight.

A massive book that few children would want to read. Rules easily broken with a careless thought.

The golden stars are a light in the dark. False hope.

...at least, that's what it seems like. There's still happiness to be looked back on in seemingly normal things. Childhood pets that your parents aren't to clear on who got them for you. Playing with friends even though the memories have surely faded over time to not remember how you managed to set up the game. Surviving whatever made the child miserable enough to need their presence.

The Fairy Godparents are a distraction from the child's situation. A reprieve from things growing worse. Something that is direly needed when things are dark. The almost endless game of pretend is necessary to keep the child's hope and light alive.

And all games must end no matter how enjoyable.

The Fairy Godparents are not human. They do not think like humans. But they desire to help, even with the rules in place that limit both wisher and grantee. They pretend to be small things with a small world, to shield their child.

Danny, an older child yes but dead far too soon, can see them. Perhaps he and Jazz had Fairies of their own before their trust and love of their parents made them say the wrong thing at the wrong time.

But, Danny... there is nothing to fear. Just a little boy and two goldfish. It isn't a lie. They are golden things that move like the air is water. It's just a different way to describe the same concept. Nothing to fear at all.

Be not afraid of their faces. You cannot see Who is with you but there is peace and love here.

hc that danny just sees wanda and cosmo's true forms

[broodingnightgoddess]

Nationalism is just having your country as a gender.

[william-austin]

hi i'm austin. my pinterest feed is completely filled with musical-related tumblr screenshots, so i decided to exist here. okay have fun.

[autismsupersoldier]

biblically accurate columbo

(alt text in image ID)

[omnybus]

One of paper, four of coin,

One of silver when they join

Two half-silvers, ten of dime

Gold will not save us this time

Twenty nickel, hundred copper,

No amount will ever stop her

quarters are insane. 4 of them is one real money? what the hell

[heartorbit]

revstar emu save me

[pharawee]

—If you keep stepping closer, how can we maintain the distance? —What if I don't want to be five meters apart? Because with just five centimeters, I'm already dying.

THAME - PO · เธม-โป้ · HEART THAT SKIPS A BEAT · GMMTV 2024 PART 2

[fatuismooches]

Self-indulgent Omega fic to help turn my writing brain back on, inspired by this brainrot. He is referred to as 24 in here as fragile reader hasn't named the segments yet. You two aren't the closest yet, but a chance encounter with the segment begins to change that. (I will respond to asks... eventually).

After a few centuries-long coma, when you woke up, the hardest thing to process wasn't that fact. It wasn't the fact your lover, who now went by "Dottore" instead of "Zandik" was now a powerful Harbinger. It wasn't the fact you had to deal with this illness for who knows how long (actually, this was quite hard to process, but you tried your best not to dwell on it.) Rather, it was the fact that Dottore now had copies of himself running around. And if you were to properly adjust to your new life, you absolutely had to make room for them. But that was easier said than done.

They were all Zandik, but at the same time, they felt like strangers to you. They were familiarly enigmatic as you had remembered the original one, but you weren't sure if you were good enough to puzzle each of them out all over again... However, pursuing Zandik as a student meant that you certainly were a persistent soul, so you would try!

One of Dottore's segments that you were trying to crack was named 24 (he hadn't bothered to give them names for some reason). 24 was tall and imposing, authoritative even among the segments, despite their tendency to bicker with one another. He was also different from the other segments in a way, but you couldn't put your finger on what exactly it was, for some reason. Needless to say, intriguing (just like all the others). Unfortunately, your attempts to move this relationship forward weren't going the smoothest. You found that even building up your courage for numerous minutes still resulted in a dry throat and awkward moments of the segment looking at you expectantly.

However, that would change one night.

Sleepless nights were frequent when you were a student, but they seemed to have followed you even all this time later. At least, instead of studying and dealing with assignments, you were left to stare at the ceiling in peace or pull out a nice book to read until you became sleepy again. But this time, no option satisfied you. You wanted company. And so you set off to find Dottore. The walk was always nice, but it seemed like you were more tired than you thought, as you eventually realized you were definitely not going the right way in the maze of a building, evident from the recognizable doors of one of the main labs.

Well, you were already here, and you didn't want to walk all the way back. You should just enter and loop your way back around somehow. Judging from the silence on the other side, there was most likely no one else there either, which was good for you! And so you pushed the doors open, intent on entering until you saw him.

24.

He sat there unmasked, screwdriver in hand, carefully tweaking himself, a few other tools to the side as well. Wait, a screwdriver to his face? You squinted a bit more and that's when you realized he... had no face? Well, kind of, he had a mouth and squishy cheeks, but the upper half was replaced by mechanics instead. A gleaming red gem in the middle along with blue wires made up 24's face in replacement for actual eyes, You had no clue that this was what he really looked like.

You were a mix of shock and awe. It was surprising but you supposed you should have expected the segments, who weren't human, to have some features like this. And didn't Prime say 24 was the most recently made segment? More recent, more advanced, you guessed. But you also had a feeling you really shouldn't have walked in on this, so you should leave while you still could. Maybe 24 didn't notice you yet-

"It's awfully past your bedtime, isn't it, [Name]?" 24 hummed, continuing whatever modification he was doing calmly, not the slightest bothered by your intrusion, or by the fact you saw his face. You wanted to retort with something, but your usual attitude with Zandik seemed to die down around this individual that you had yet to become fully comfortable with.

"I could not sleep. So I took a walk." You glanced away from 24, then back at him. "What... what are you doing?" You asked, curiosity overtaking your nervousness.

"Simply performing some routine maintenance. I will be finished soon, and then-"

"Can I see?" The sudden, rather eager question from you, made 24 pause. You had always been quiet and a bit jumpy around him, so this sudden change in attitude had him interested. On the contrary, he thought that seeing this inhuman face of his would make you keep your distance more, but it attracted you? Not what the segment predicted, but he found himself enjoying the surprises you brought with you.

You, on the other hand, were reminded of the old days of helping Zandik put together and apart various contraptions. It was a mixture of 24's display and also the star in the middle, which reminded you of all the Ruin Guards you'd dissected in the Akademiya. It was quite fun. You wanted to see more. Hopefully, this could be a splendid opportunity to satiate your inner researcher and also get closer to the segment.

"Of course, if that is what you'd like." You walked up to him, steps full of caution yet fascination. The way his fingers maneuvered effortlessly with precision at something that appeared delicate - it was very cool, to you at least.

"You don't need a mirror or anything?"

"No, I know my body more than well enough."

"Do you have any sensation up there?"

"Yes, I can feel my own fingers when they brush against it."

"Can I touch you?" Though 24 had entertained your barrage of questions, it was this request that made him pause his work and stare at you. The red star that glimmered intensely at you suddenly made your nervousness go all the way up again.

"I'm sor-"

"Very well," 24 interrupted you, placing his hands on his lap, now looking at you expectantly. You held back a sigh of relief as you stepped even closer to him, giving his upper mechanical face an experimental tap. He didn't react outwardly, but you could tell he felt that. Gulping, you tried again, this time gliding your finger over the blue lines imprinted on the black background. And then the red star in the middle, you gave into the urge to press down on it like a button. Still, 24 seemed to be unbothered. Darn, you had hoped he was ticklish there or something.

Regardless, the area was pretty hard, compared to the softness of his cheeks, which you unconsciously slid another finger down to calculate the exact difference. Until a hand grasped your own, not too tight or too light, firm enough to make you jump.

"[Name], would you care to explain your reasons for such prodding?" Oops. 24 didn't seem very amused.

"I have no intentions, I am just interested in feeling you." As soon as the words came out, you realized how they sounded and rushed to clarify yourself. "Because I've never seen anything like this before! The technology is just interesting to me! As a scholar and all! You understand, right?" But alas, from the now growing smirk on his face, you had already lost.

"Is that so? I shall allow you to continue then, if that is what you wish. I would never block a fellow scholar's pursuit of knowledge," he grinned, pointy teeth grazing his lip as he let go of your hand. Ugh, he was definitely making fun of you.

"And, if you truly desire to obtain satisfactory results, you should come closer, no?" At that moment, the segment suddenly pulled you toward him so that you fell into his lap, legs draped over him and chests nearly pressed against each other. It was rather intimate - the only other lap you've been on was Prime Dottore's. But although your heart was beating quicker than normal, you liked how it felt...

"Better?"

"Yes," your lone word came out quiet, an attempt to hide your flustered state. But you quickly moved on, not wanting to endure further teasing. "S-So, how do you see? Since you have no... you know." 24 chuckled, relishing in the state he and he only reduced you to. But he decided to spare you this one time. He didn't want to drive you too far away now, did he, now that he finally had the chance to be alone with you.

"I have a Kamera installed inside."

"A... Kamera?" The unfamiliar word felt strange on your tongue. You never heard of such a thing.

"It is a device that takes photographs. A photograph is..." 24 pondered, trying to come up with the simplest definition for someone who hadn't had knowledge of the developments of the past four hundred years yet. "It is something that captures a moment of time in physical form." You furrowed your eyebrows at that. It sort of made sense, but it also didn't. How could time be permanent? From the expression on your face, 24 could tell you most definitely wanted to see a Kamera.

"I shall show you it-" you brightened up, "in the morning," and then deflated. "You have delayed far too long, and no one will let you sleep in." You pouted at this finality.

"But what if I want to stay with you?"

"I will accompany you back to your room, and wait until you fall asleep. Is that satisfactory?" You nodded, and then you were lifted into the air as 24 began to carry you effortlessly, making his way to dreary corridors.

And so you began to reflect in the segment's arms, which had gone from never touching you to holding you so intimately. You were surprised to see this side of the segment - you never thought he could act this way. But you suppose, if Dottore cares for you, then the rest of them really do as well.

"We should talk more," you said, just as he slipped you right back into bed. "It would be fun, I think." You don't know why you felt the need to provide a reason, perhaps because he was undoubtedly extremely busy and had better things to do than chat with you all day. And ugh - "fun"? That was such a stupid reason. Why would 24 care about fun? But he seemed to find your request attractive anyway.

"I have harbored the same sentiment for a while. I await our future conversations with great anticipation, [Name]." With a light feeling in your heart, greatly proud of yourself for your progress with the segment, the sleepiness began to settle in once more. The last thing you saw before you fell asleep was the red glow emitting from 24.

From the day he came into this world as 24, to the day you named him to live and die as Omega, he will love you.

[marzipanandminutiae]

Average historian denies all gay relationships statistic false!

No-Lesbians Ruth Franklin, who lives in an archive and denies any possible sapphic interpretation of Shirley Jackson’s work 50 times a day, is an outlier adn should not be counted

[thunderremix8]

Heavy are the hips that support the womb

Oh I get it, when the "John Ward brain rot" accounts post about "impregnating that twink" or "getting that priest pregnant", that's all fine.

But when I, a trans man of culture, actually draw him pregnant then they're all "this is cursed" and "delete this".

[blaithnne]

Democracy wins, here’s my casual design for Louise! Took inspo from @littledigits’s design in terms of the colours, but wanted to put my own spin on it! Gave her black trousers to match her other freaky friends and uhhh I forgot my design process for everything else. Anyways Louise has two dads supremacy