#i hope this is okay !! idk if it makes sense or not tbh

[wereh0gz]

Been thinking abt corrupted au again. I'm unwell

Anyways. I think corrupted!Sonic would struggle with dissociation. He has a lot of moments where he feels unreal, untethered from his body. Watching but not feeling

Some of Sonic's idle dialogue in Frontiers implies he may have been dissociating a bit while he was working to save his friends. "I know I'm moving... I can't feel it" and "I'm so cold now... numb" specifically come to mind, though you could also attribute these to physical exhaustion. I like to think it's a bit of both

But corrupted!Sonic continues to have these episodes even after everything that happened in the Starfall Islands has passed, mostly due to what remains of the cyber corruption in him

He's completely silent in that state (not like he talks much to begin with after getting amnesia, but he's noticeably quieter) and mostly unresponsive. Sometimes he'll stay right where he is, spaced out. Other times he'll run off, his body basically going on autopilot and wandering to places that were once familiar. It might even happen while he's doing something else, and he won't remember having done it when he comes to

Aside from the more severe dissociative episodes though, he also feels generally disconnected from his body. It feels unfamiliar now, and he often finds himself trying to make himself smaller because that's how he remembers being. But having grown and changed so much makes that hard. Not even curling up into a ball feels the same now. He has to get used to being a teenager all over again

[star--anon]

Gally hides a lot of his panic attacks and nightmares that he got after he went through the Changing in a desperate attempt to be liked again in the Glade

He was kind of universally hated in the books, apparently becoming extremely unlikeable after he got Stung

which is honestly so sad. What he saw drove him slightly insane and he couldn’t handle it and shut down.

[joethehoeee]

So....

The show 'The owl House' sadly comes to an end this year and i thought i could make my comfort character in the TOH style.

Of course it's our beloved avocado man Walter Strickler <3

A bit explanation for those who didn’t watch either one or both of the shows :

• I made Walter a student even tho he is actually a Teacher, mostly because it's easy to draw. He will be a Teacher in the future and he is gonna teach history of the boiling Ilse and ofc Illusion. And he is still a changeling wich would be normal there but idc.

• He is in the Illusion coven because i thought it fits him the most. Changelings are known to be pretty sly and deceptive and also really untrustworthy wich made me think that Illusion has to be the right coven. They hold the Illusion of their life, of the mask they hold towards other people. Idk if that makes sense...

• His palisman on his staff (it's an animal that helps you to use your powers more controlled and stronger) is a Stalking. Because i hc that he is half stalking/troll and his adoptive mother is a Stalking. I love the Idea that one is his palisman because he has a bond with them. And i couldn’t think of any other creature-

• He is still a wild witch. He loves to study all coven magic but Illusion is his favorite of them all. He still has wings but i was to lazy to draw them...sorry :(

(Maybe i will do Barbara if i have time and if i want to this week. Hope you like it :])

(Short edit, i made his blue uniform darker so it fits his original sweater buuut the Illusion coven actually wears bright blue. Just so you guys know)

[r0semultiverse]

I don’t know, me personally, I just think two adults playing pretend & pretending being gross together with full open communication & consent between them is harmless, but maybe that’s just me.

[titsthedamnseason]

i cannot wait to read the ben winona reconciliation in burn bright 😁

[piplupod]

yknow one thing i am worried abt with going to the centre regularly is that I'll start to gain some semblance of self worth and self respect and that will honest to god probably make it a lot harder to avoid abuse at home fjfkdl

[that-was-anticlimactic]

fragments of the day

“You’ve got so many knots tonight, Kento,” Yu commented, and though Kento couldn’t see him, he was sure Yu was frowning. “You gotta tell me when it starts to get this bad, okay?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

I didn’t want to bother you.

“You’re my best friend, Kento. I’m always gonna worry about you,” Yu replied easily, pushing into his muscles even harder and damn, that felt amazing; Yu really was good at giving massages. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

Kento sucked in a breath, then coughed, trying to play it off as a tic. How was Yu able to be so open with him? How was he able to share what’s in his heart? Hell, Kento can’t even say I love you. He has to rely on don't be stupid and be careful to get the message across.

Sometimes, he wished he were more like Yu.

So, Kento passed him another orange.

[or, nanami has bad shoulder pain and haibara makes it a little better]

⛅️12,868 words | nanami & haibara, nanami & gojo🌥

chapter one

chapter two

[seraphseye]

ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐱,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     ❛ don't look at me like that. ❜ ... @roseguided, rhaenyra to aegon.

it is not uncommon for him to get lost within his own thoughts , and the liquor usually does a good enough job to distract him from putting too much thought into them ; perhaps the servants have replaced the contents of his goblet with mere grape juice , for his mind is far too unsettling this evening. watching the way his half⸻sister's head tips back when she's laughing , and the way violets fill with nothing but adoration when speaking with her children , fills him with a strange feeling that makes his stomach churn , but perhaps that is only the wine. aegon's   best   friend   has   always   been   his   loneliness , and his second has been the envy he feels over things he will never have. there had been a time where he was once the brightest thing in the room at any given time . . his mother had not despised him yet , his father had cooed at him and cradled him , and his sister had held him in her lap as she tried and failed to teach him how to properly say her name. but then she had birthed children of her own , and helaena had come , aemond following soon after. he   was   no   more   than   an   old   doll   that   had   been   thrown   into   the   bottom   of   the   toybox.

still , he sat back and watched as rhaenyra remained the golden child , the king's other children barely receiving a lick of acknowledgement. had watched as his mother's near obsession over her childhood best friend still managed to play a part in every strategic move she made , as if rhaenyra alone could save her from the life she'd been doomed to. in all aspects of his life , he   would   merely   be   a   shadow   in   the   heir's   glow ; he is nothing but a reminder of the girlhood his mother sacrificed , and a reminder of the wife and family viserys had lost.

he hadn't noticed that he'd been staring at her until her words cut through the deafening madness of his thoughts. eyelids narrow into slits as he straightens himself out , head tilting. words are slurred as they spill from his tongue , ❝ have you ever noticed the way people worship the ground you walk on , dear sister ? ❞

[torethecurtainsdun]

There’s nothing wrong with this!

(Inspired by Mulberry Street by TOP)

[astrxealis]

okay i'll seriously stop now (just a maybe) anyways please get into milgram listen the songs watch the mvs and all! <3

but just to ramble a bit: fuuta really is. so similar to the viewers/es

[29121996]

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[fiepige]

Made some more changes to one of my Venom!Hobie concepts (yeah I have several at this point- it's the one with the cat-symbiote lol) and decided that I'm gonna make them a Hobie-variant instead since I've made too many changes to him (both due to his origins- which inevitably would change his behavior and world view + I've made a few changes to his looks as well) to still view him as the same Hobie as the one from atsv.

So now he's a different version of Hobie instead.

(Shout out to @the-cat-and-the-birdie for sharing their version of a Hobie variant to open my eyes to the concept!)

Idk if this version of Venom!Hobie counts as a spidersona or an oc since he's based on a character from the movie?? Or is this called something else? Please lemme know I'm new to this stuff ^^'

[atsu-i]

The one thing I regret the most in my life it's trusting people I shouldn't have. I used to easily go and open up about myself and sharing stuff and all when I didn't even know if they were worthy of that trust. I the end I just ended up feeling like shit and wishing going back in time to stop myself from sharing my secrets and personal stuff with them. They made me regret being Bi and even made me feel I was a monster or something. In the end no one is there for you but yourself. That's a sad reality.

:0

[prisonpodcast]

Okay but I do actually really want Tommy to do a stream where he talks about the finale/dsmp lore in general.

I just really hope that if he does it won’t be a repeat of what happened with tubbo :/

[mad-hunts]

paradise. he doesn't think the name of the place could get anymore ironic, in all honesty. barton had personally never set foot in there; but it wasn't because he wanted to and was rejected from doing so. it was because he simply didn't have much interest in it, until one of gotham's new up-and-coming crime lords contacted him and said he'd pay him very handsomely if he was willing to make a trade with him: something he'd harvested from someone for more money than he would know what to do with and a favor. barton always did like those, as the kind with no strings attached could mean the difference between him getting out of a situation unscathed, and ending up on the side of a jail cell no one wanted to be on.

the air was misty with rain now. and normally, this wouldn't bother barton, but he was caught out here without an umbrella; the one he once had having departed along with his beloved daughter. though it was better off with her, of course, barton told himself. father's always put their kids first... don't they? whatever it was that triggered it, he wasn't sure, but he soon found himself going somewhere else mentally. what if matilda had gone in there and found herself in a similar situation as he did? oh, but what happened to him was never going to happen again. ( it could happen again. it could, and it'd be all his fault, just like it was before. ) a frown tugged at barton's lips without him even realizing it.

he didn't know what he was doing here, standing in the rain, thinking about someone who had passed away a long time ago. the hand by his side suddenly curled into a fist as he dug one of his nails into his skin. stop thinking about it, she is fine, you're just worrying over nothing. these were thoughts that seemed to have passed through his mind all at once and caused him to press the tip of his nail into his palm even further. a sharp sting, like you'd get after being cut, was what brought him back to reality and he discovered that — yup, he was now bleeding. ❝ merde... mon dieu, ça fait mal, * ❞ barton uttered something in his native tongue beneath his breath with a barely audible hiss as he looked at the puncture.

in order to alleviate some of the tension in the air, barton looked up at arthur and made an effort to smile more genuinely at him this time. it was cheeky, though, so it was a bit easier for him to do, ❝ don't ever keep your nails long. it's a nuisance. ❞ with a tilt of his head, he then closed his eyes in an attempt to appear charming, though who knows if it actually worked. joker didn't seem like the type of person that took things at face value. maybe he would have to be more aggressive to get away from him. actually... yes, it seems he definitely would by how the other got even closer to him rather than backing off.

something in barton's gaze turned steely whenever joker posed him with questions about the club, as if whatever patience he had to tolerate this situation was slowly dissipating. and then arthur was blocking his way which set off imaginary warning bells in his mind about what exactly his intentions could be here. barton was already distrustful of other people after all, but now that he was actively trying to prevent from going there, something almost seemed wrong. ❝ wow. uhh, what a generous offer, but i really don't want to impose. and i'm not actually planning on heading in there for myself, but for... ❞ oh, thank. freaking. god. barton could barely see matilda's silhouette around arthur but he could see just enough to know that she was heading out of the doors.

matilda was always great at reading a situation and it seemed like she almost immediately knew barton was in trouble, because before he knew it, his daughter was tackling him into a hug. though barton honestly didn't think it was any sort of ploy at first and was nearly thrown off balance by her newfound exuberance. for the first time during their entire conversation, barton let out a genuine albeit startled laugh, lightly patting his daughter's back all the while. ❝ o - kay. well, it's nice to see you too, matilda. what's this about though? ❞ oh, wait. he felt something drop in his jacket pocket from a hidden angle. so, she hugged him to sneakily put it in there? barton directed a purposely sheepish looking shrug to arthur then as if to say ' sorry, this is actually who i was going to head in there for, so i can't talk right now. '

it seemed like barton really didn't have anything to worry about when it came to his daughter. she was even more clever than he gave her credit for, in all honesty.

[ * translation: shit... god, that hurt. ]

That ‘somewhere’ appears to be Paradise. Gotham’s alleged ‘inventive, chaotic, high production spectacle’ has an obscenely long line to get in. A stocky reincarnation of Salvador Dali guards the door. Cover’s probably no less than $150 for undercooked, over-salted food, watered-down cocktails, and a parade of burlesque dancers who may not all have agreed to perform. Hopefuls wait in the rain without rain gear or umbrellas to cramp their style. Some are lucky enough to tuck under scaffolding and Sabarett cart umbrellas. Others are subject to misting rain.

Werewolf upends a hand to watch a few droplets splash on his palm, then dissolve. The few will become a film in no time. Does Dr. Mathis really think he’s cutting that line? Joker squints once his makeup begins to run and tucks the cigarette back in his mouth. What sliver of sidewalk remains transforms into a racetrack. Those wearing jackets pull them over their heads, hoods flip up, and all but Joker try to cover their hair or keep their heads low. Green tresses collect raindrops at his crown. Those beads then sweep down his loose ringlets and splash onto his teal commas and polyester jacket’s shoulders. 

“Look at his hands again,” Bruce instructs his older brother.

Joker obliges, though he keeps his torso angled. Sokol edges further behind him for the black wolf-dog’s own protection. While Joker forces himself to keep his stinging eyes open, the outlines of Barton’s nails invite The Batman’s suspicion.

“Arthur…” though his big brother can’t respond without looking strange, Bruce asks him anyway, “How many surgeons have you seen with nails like that?” Joker bats his eyes like some kind of Morse code for ‘none.’ “No board would allow it.”

Given that he can’t answer his little brother, Joker takes a drag off his cigarette and braves staring into the night sky to look for that misshapen rodent plastered on the clouds. The Square might be too polluted to spot it.

“I’m not up there, I’m here," Bruce reminds him, "Pay attention.”

Even the smile Dr. Mathis seems to dismiss Joker with feels wrong. He braves the misting rain to glide forward. His foot leaves no sound behind even after it lands. Sokol’s hefty paws, however, splash and fall with the weight of a grown man. Pressure against his hip reminds Joker that the Chief’s Special is one draw away.

Before his older brother thinks about calling their new doctor friend’s bluff, Bruce is quick to remind him, “I love you,” followed by, “Don’t let him go.”

Joker postures his temporarily teal eyes as if to ask, ‘Are you out of your fucking mind?’ though Thomas Wayne’s second son can’t see it beyond how perfect the camera’s focus suddenly becomes.

Bruce justifying the command with, “I don’t like him,” doesn’t help. Joker would fish his own cherry red iPhone from his pocket to text his response, but Luther several feet away might win too much time. “Change of plans. I want to see what he’s up to. Pretend you’re interested.”

Wide-eyed, Joker mirrors that paper-thin simper of Dr. Mathis’ with his own gaudy grin. Thalia’s end of his mouth could hook over his ear while Melpomene’s could curve under it. His crooked teeth remain at the forefront. Joker swallows his pounding heartbeat, braces like he’s about to take a punch, then shades his periphery with Sokol as the pair strides closer. 

“By ‘places’ do you mean Paradise...with that line...” Joker gestures toward the crowd that hasn’t budged since last he looked, then toward the mustached bouncer who thinks he’s guarding Heaven’s gate, “And that fucking cover?! People with tickets are getting sent home.”

Joker’s gait is more of a glide. He swings around Dr. Mathis as if on water, yet keeps his shoulders angled so the pale-eyed wolf-dog at his side remains shielded behind him. Now he’s likely blocking traffic, but Gotham is still to him. There’s a few halal and fruit juice carts he could dive behind if need-be.

“Lucky for you…” Joker and the bouncer’s eyes lock, then he drifts around the doctor so his back is to the line and Paradise’s entrance is near him. “I know a guy. Unless…” he deigns to cringe, “Your heart’s set on someplace else…?” The gleam of Joker’s wedding band suggests he’s far from this Studio 54 knockoff’s target audience, yet already he’s getting looks from the bouncer to jump ahead of the line. “I don’t mind a plus one.” Sokol eyes the shoal passing them on the sidewalk. Rainfall almost makes his black fur appear grey. “I’m supposed to meet my wife in there anyway.”

[dunmeshistash]

Personally I agree with you that Mithrun knew his friends were all illusions, and tbh, I think he was very okay with it

About Mithrun vs Marcille on the demon's copies of real-life people: Mithrun's desires were all related to image and self-worth, never the actual people in his dungeon. He didn't necessarily want the real thing - arguably he doesn't even like Sultha since he thought of the real one as "sketchy" - he just wanted the image of her, he wanted the image of being better than his brother, he wanted the image of having friends, etc. I believe that's why he was so okay with the demon making fake copies of his friends. It contrasts Marcille being so against the lion's attempt to make a copy of her dad. She wanted her actual father, so she strongly rejected the copy. But Mithrun didn't necessarily want Sultha, he wanted the image of her and the pride that came with her choosing him over his brother, so he likely didn't care that the demon was just making illusions. I agree with you that he was aware, at least on a subconscious level, that he was just playing pretend.

There's also that quote where it said his desire was to be safe from anyone who could harm him. It's possible that he was a bit afraid/paranoid of the real-life counterparts, and thought the illusion people couldn't possibly hurt him, so he felt safer around the fake people and ended up preferring them. This way he could have his friends and his girlfriend without the constant fear of getting hurt. He could feel wanted and important and loved without being on edge about what they secretly thought of him, or if they secretly wanted to hurt him. That's exactly what he wanted - the illusions fulfilled his desires better than the real counterparts ever could.

I don't really think it's a matter of image, there was nobody there to put on a show for, the show of having friends was before her became a dungeon lord, to me it's more that If you really believe nobody could ever love the real you, fake friends created by the demon is ok

Marcille had a father that truly loved her and friends that she wanted to protect, so it makes sense she was averse to the version made up by the demon at first, from the hints we get Mithrun had nobody he had a real connection with (here exemplified by what he thought of his teamates and the impression Milsiril had of him contrasted with the dungeon)

I don't really understand if other than Sultha the others are real canaries that ended up being driven away just like people were driven away from Thistle, I don't really put it past them to fall for the demon with the promise of a safer life where they don't have to risk their lives only to realize the downwards spiral is inescapable for the dungeon lord.

I don't think it's as important if he "really liked" Sultha or not, I think it's more related to insecurity and fear of rejection, having his brother chosen over him even tho "he's better" (the "perfect youth" image)

Mithrun was thrown away for being a bastard so being faced with the life he could have had probably broke him, I think there's some pride involved too in a twisted way but I read more like something related to "the life I wish I had", envy/jealousy like Milsiril describes. Being able to love and be loved back was never an option especially after joining the canaries

The illusion of this wasn't perfect as we can see, and with the paranoia and everything I doubt he ever really "preferred" the fakes to real life but rather it was all he had?

Idk I'm not good with words hope this made some sense, but even Marcille who said the recreation of her dad was "unnecessary" (quite the underreaction) still kept him around until the others defeated him so I don't really know what it says about Mithrun, maybe if he wasn't imprisoned into the book he could have manipulated Thistle into accepting a fake Delgal too?