#i think its related to the cerulean??

[oasisofgalaxies]

I love finding documents in my Google drive that i dont remember making whatsoever

[jenyifer]

Hum I realized I haven’t shared any of my book recs on here. I know I should watch new bl. I plan on finding something in June.

Since I got broken up I’ve been reading lgbt books. My ex gf had been showing me things about being lgbt that I had never imagined before and without her I still wanted to learn to experience different stories. So I used my love of fantasy and sci-fi and started listening and reading as much as I could. I don’t really care for overly spicy things but I like when the characters are realistic adults. So keep that in mind with this list.

1. The House in the Cerulean Sea 10/10 Fantasy great characters and mc growth. Found family always gets me. The ending was perfect. I’ve listened to it 15 times and forced my parents and uncle to read it. I’m excited for book 2.

2. The Darkness Outside of Us. 10/10 Sci-fi Space. This book made me feel so much. Surprised me. Had me gasping for air in my cube to the point people had to ask if I was okay. Had me running to the car to cry as I listened to the last part. Go in blind and enjoy the space and gay of it all.

3. Dark Rise 10/10 Classic Fantasy It is incredibly rare any book surprises me. Most of the time I can guess the plot a mile away. Dark Rise hit me over the head a couple times had me crying. But it was so epic and adventurous reminded of the feeling I had reading David Eddings as a child. (Not that lgbt as I would have liked but… it was there I assume book 2 a lot more)

4. Iron Widow 10/10 Sci-fi Mechs Fantasy Post Apocalypse I adore a mechs and history. It was extremely exciting. I adore the main couple even though main girl is actually mentally unstable but you love her anyways.

5. The Extraordinaries 9/10 Superhero. The main character is lovably stupid aside from his ADHD which I can relate on. I loved the lesbian side couple. The story was fun felt like it was written for the early college me who loved superheroes.

5. Adam Binder Series White Trash Warlock 9/10. Urban Fantasy. It gives me flash backs to Harry Dresden and Iron Druid but not in the obvious way just in vibe. I love main characters being country. I’m from Mississippi not Oklahoma but I can relate to being a gay in a small town moving to a big city. I love the main couple. The mystery magic system was interesting. I wish it had a bit more romance actually. Just because I love the main couple and side characters a lot and want happiness. I wish I could get more people to read this one it’s wonderful a lot better than a lot of urban str8 fantasy I’ve read and it was my main category for years. The mystery element was decent. I need to start book 3.

6. Ocean’s Echo 8.5/10 sci-fi mystery the main characters are… so wonderful. They are extreme but I love them so much. I’ll protect them to the end of days. I have this book over it’s… I guess in the same universe book Winter’s Orbit because I think the mystery suspense is more intense in Ocean’s echo also much more spacey sci-fi. Romance is also arranged marriage but is VERY different from winters orbit. I wish… I wish this book wasn’t associated with the other because it gets unfairly compared because the narrator is the same etc but Ocean’s Echo is great in its own right and is definitely not a copy

7. Winter’s Orbit 8.5/10 MYSTERY sci-fi edging on fantasy. Arranged marriage. Slow burn. These characters are also 10/10 I love them. I have experienced an abusive relationship before and appreciated seeing a character with the scars a similar past. Often if a character is portrayed as in an abusive relationship they focus on the event but it effects Everything in your world. Even now I have these scars after 8 years. I loved the mystery it was the main focus which I liked. The romance felt natural.

8. Fragile Remedy 8/10 one of the first books I read it made me cry and was a good single dystopian gem. Had a real… divergent hunger games kind of vibe to the world from what I remember.

9. Lightning struck heart 7/10 classic fantasy this is what I said on my insta at the time “It is an extremely comedic fantasy adventure with wizards, unicorns, knights, and dragons. Right up my alley! However the ending was disappointing. I'll listen to the next book in the series and hope it improves. Just found character arch unbelievable in last chapters.”

10. A wish upon a star by tj klune ^follow up books I read like 4 of them 5/10 I did stop listening to it this is what I said on my insta “Well I continued listening the tales of verania series and made it to the original end of the series. I'd say if you want a gay fantasy comedy without too much thinking Listen to the audio. Narrator is the biggest part of why I didn't quit. Idk if I'll read the other books though it is very friendship is magic smooth brain ideas I've read”

Unable to finish (been desperately trying to find a lesbian story and finding nothing)

Girl, Serpent, Thorn 4/10 my review from insta “Unable to finish it. The world is interesting. The first 3rd seemed promising but after major conflict the writing goes way down. But the MC doesn't grow. The f/f is so shallow it made me roll my.eyes until I had to stop listening. Wanted the bad guy to win and kill everyone”

The Midnight Girls. So intensely annoying and childish. I couldn’t do it I think I made it to chapter 3 but it was a struggle.

In the ravenous dark. I got to one third of the audio book and had to stop. The universe was okay but main girl was very annoying. Was kind of hoping her and the ghost would be together not… not the weird bullshit that was going on. Idk what the end of the book was going to be but it was not for me.

I’ll post another with my current to read list. I’m really going through them now because I have to drive two hours a day to and from work. Give me your suggestions though please thank you.

[eyelinerandmcr]

🦇 OPHELIA'S INTRODUCTION POST

ophelia | she/her | scenmo | scorpio (even tho im not really big on astrology i still think its fun) | bisexual | greek orthodox christian and i support all religions!! | always open to meet new moots! | feel free to ask me anything at all as long as its not creepy |

→ MY INTERESTS: music i like: my chemical romance (my fave!!), pierce the veil (my second fave!!), mazzy star, all time low, amy winehouse, black veil brides, system of a down, ayesha erotica, evanescence, bring me the horizon, chappell roan, solya, escape the fate, avril lavigne, taking back sunday, gerard way, hole, (old) panic! at the disco, misfits, sleeping with sirens, the cure, fall out boy, & more!

youtubers i watch: chad chad, stephanie lange, salem tovar, danny gonzalez, film cooper, drew gooden, not even emily, sarah chio, nailea devora, ally purugganan, jarvis johnson, erika diane, kurtis conner, verilybitchie (even tho i disagree w/ some of their opinions), d'angelo (also disagree w/ some of their opinions), benoftheweek, annemarie forcino, occasionally johnnie guilbert

books i love: !!literally anything by leigh bardugo shes my fave!!, the hunger games series including the ballad of songbrids and snakes, the house in the cerulean sea, the red queen series, the outsiders the book thief, loveless, a tree grows in brooklyn, hell followed with us, the scythe series, darius the great is not okay, a wrinkle in time, the woman in me by britney spears, i am the cheese, hole, twilight, the bell jar, that was then this is now, station eleven. always open to recs! <3

hobbies: writing, drawing, doing my makeup, thrifting, reading (especially fantasy), going on walks, baking, singing, collecting perfumes, listening to music, analyzing poetry and lyrics, teaching myself guitar, painting my nails, debating about pretty much anything as long as it stays respectful, journaling, sewing and altering clothes, making collages, swimming, playing the piano, watching long video essays on youtube (especially ones about anything related to music), talking to my friends irl or online, talking about music but especially mcr!!

people i'll write fics about (requests are currently open): gerard way, frank iero, mikey way, pretty much any character/person in the mcr fandom, vic fuentes, tony perry, but honestly feel free to request anyone! (speaking of fic writing: i wont write non-con or age play or illegal age gaps or anything along the lines of that; i won't write smut about an underage person; please do not plagiarize my work my writing is one of my favorite things and i work really hard on it) Fanfiction Masterlist

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[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 3

Current Moon Phase: First Quarter 🌓

Whether it is the moon or possibly the month of October, Enid's behavior is becoming increasingly more erratic and nonsensical. She interrupted my studies with indecent enthusiasm as she heard a song playing on the radio. She turned up the volume unnecessarily before loudly announcing it was 'the song of her people.' She then proceeded to dance and howl along to the music. The song in question was 'Werewolves of London.' I am unfamiliar as to how this particular song connects to greater werewolf culture other than the word 'werewolf' being in the lyrics.

Out of curiosity I observed her dance from the corner of my eye. It was enthralling. Fascinating. Had I not known any better I would have mistakenly assumed that it was a dance to attract a mate. There is a possibility that it was and she was merely practicing. It was a silly dance that perfectly encapsulated Enid. However, at some point it stopped being silly. Her claws were lengthening and the wild untamed look in her eye had me-

I feel compelled to document, while tangentially related to the events I'm currently recounting, that Enid remains uninvolved in romantic relationships at present. I wonder as to why that may be? This is purely from a scientific standpoint as it may lead to some insight on my current observations of her. I too am single. I only bring this up as I only recall Enid courting others while I myself was being courted. Perhaps Enid remains single out of some sort of solidarity with me. However, I think that would be a rather foolish notion. And yet…

Returning to the documentation at hand - as the song ended so too did Enid's dance. I gave her a passing glance to which she responded by grinning widely, showing her lengthening fangs. Was it intentional? Her claws were out as well. So far I have observed that as the moon continues to grow Enid is more prone to small shifts, i.e., growing her fangs and claws. Perhaps it is unconscious?

Another song came over the radio that I was quite familiar with. Struck with a sudden inspiration I set aside my book and rose from my bed. Enid seemed taken aback. I proceeded to display my own courting dance. I do not know why I felt compelled to mirror her behavior but it yielded some rather interesting results. Enid's pupils had dilated significantly. It had a very strong resemblance to that of a cat when it has spotted its prey. The thought of being Enid's prey-

The werewolf appeared content but restless as she watched. Apparently she was trying to restrain herself. However, it wasn't long before she joined in the dance. Her fangs were on full display as were her claws. It was a bewitching sight I must admit. At one point she grabbed my hand, which startled me at first. I instinctively withdrew but my action was not without consequence. It evidently wounded my werewolf Enid greatly, for her eyes told me all.

In an effort to rectify my mistake, and continue my research, I decided to claim Enid's hand with my own. The change in her disposition was instant. The light behind her cerulean eyes was like a burning pyre. It drew me in, likely as some sort of hunting tactic, as before I knew it the werewolf's other arm was around my waist, pulling me closer. Had she wanted to end my life then and there she surely could have. Those fangs would have easily been able to rend the flesh from my bone.

My internal thoughts were perhaps made public through my facial expressions as Enid grinned wider. A state of delusional merriment filled me as we continued our frivolous dance. This unfortunately did not go unnoticed. Enid decided to exclaim loudly the obvious 'Oh. My. God. You have dimples!' I was unaware that the movement of the skin over double zygomaticus major muscle was worthy of note. Our dance concluded just as the song did.

Enid released me, as I was no longer her prey, and she bounded back to her side of the dorm. She said she would have to add 'Psycho Killer' to her playlist. I assume this is because she wishes to have a way to placate me. As I have asserted before, I believe Enid has consciously or unconsciously considered me a member of her 'pack.' I shall have to research this matter further as I wish to be an adequate member of such a social group. Perhaps the only social group I would willingly partake in.

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Does it ever rain on Gallifrey?

Does it rain on Gallifrey?

It absolutely does rain on Gallifrey, but not in the way you might expect.

Before getting too into this, I should make clear that Time Lords have a penchant for controlling their environment, using technology to dictate when and how it rains. This is so they can tailor it for specific needs, like for agriculture or maybe aesthetic purposes. Got it? Good. Now we can be way more interesting 😃

Why Does It Always Rain On Me?

🌌 Celestial Influence: Gallifrey's weather is significantly influenced by its two moons, which could dramatically impact rain. Depending on the moons' positions, this could lead to unexpected erratic downpours or uniquely modulated rainfall, from feeling like you're being hit by feathers to feeling like someone's dropping large rocks on you.

✨ Shiny Sky: The planet's atmosphere is particularly colourful with burnt orange/cerulean hues/violet clouds, setting the canvas for rain like you've never seen it before. Think of rainfall in luminous colours and patterns, painting the sky in purple, green, and yellow hues, a bit like the Aurora Borealis.

💧 Unique Precipitation: Due to Gallifrey's atmospheric composition, the rain on Gallifrey is very different from what humans are used to on Earth. It might carry the sweet taste of the planet's streams or contain metallic or crystalline particles. Legends speak of visions induced by hallucinogenic snow near Mount Cadon, so who's to say rain on Gallifrey doesn't carry its own set of OTHER mystical properties?

🌍 Regional Diversity: Rainfall experience on Gallifrey varies significantly across different regions, from torrential rains in equatorial zones to sparse showers in mountainous and arid areas. The planet's drylands, marshlands, small ice caps, and occasional blizzards in the south paint a more complex climate where rain would play an integral yet varied role in the ecosystem.

Related:

Are there storms on Gallifrey?: The nature and occurrence of storms on Gallifrey.

How is Gallifreyan geography different to Earth?: The landscape of Gallifrey.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[white-poppie]

Stay with me

Character: Gojo x Gn! reader Genre: ANGST to comfort Warnings: Self-Starvation*, toxic relations (kinda), wounds, PTSD*, Gojo being an ENTP 😧 WC: 1.3k+ Writer:@white-poppie

A/n: I was already feeling sad and this fic made my eyes water.

~ Synopsis: Gojo is a pathetic man. he never sees anything beyond his inflated ego, not even your cry for help. It takes him quite long, to realize how incredibly wrong he has been all this time.

Cw: This is a very triggering fic, it has heavy topics such as depression, abuse, ptsd, anger issues

The first time Gojo noticed something was wrong, before you actually told him, was a week before.

There are days when you can't find the strength to leave the bed, let alone clean the room. When Gojo came home after exorcising a particularly annoying curse, his agitated mood turned into fury seeing the state of the room.

"' Toru please try to understand, I am trying my hardest," you whimper out at his scrutinizing expression towards your messy room.

"Yeah? I can't see you 'trying', sweetheart," he scoffed, a deep frown on his face.

"I can't get myself to leave the bed, everything seems so grey and exhausting to me, I am sorry," you buried your face in your palms, refusing to meet his cerulean eyes.

He scoffed and a loud clattering was heard, he was stuffing the dirty clothes in the laundry, "I don't know sweets," he grumbled, 'seems to me yer' just being lazy."

"You can't say that, 'Toru," you forced yourself up and looked at him with a miserable face.

His frown only washed for a second when he saw you forcing yourself to pick up the junk in the room.

He is not sure what's wrong, but he seems to have sprinkled salt on the wound.

After all, Gojo is oblivious. He seems insincere, loud-mouthed and nonchalant. He seems as if he only cares about himself, but you know that more than anyone that it is completely untrue.

Gojo is a caring man, but his ego blinds him.

He sees only the larger picture. Ignoring the details, the sufferings and the emotions. Gojo has a habit of arriving at the end moment, sweeping everyone off their feet and saving the day. Why the hassle?

He doesn't worry, he doesn't have to. After all he is the strongest. His saviour complex acts at the rightest times and boy does he love the praise. He only knows how to save people from physical danger and is completely oblivious to emotional and mental pain.

Sometimes it seems as if he chooses it to be this way. He prefers to ignore the 'weak people' who can't even control their own turmoil.

And right now even the biggest canvas screams that something is terribly wrong.

Gojo thinks it might just be a momentary blue, giving you a little space before realizing how further away from reality you had started drifting.

You toy with the food on your plate, and the dark circles sink deep into your skin, like a pathogen invading your marrow.

Satoru frowns as he taps on the table, drawing you away from the haze.

"What is going on with you these days," he booms, his voice hitting that one nerve in your brain that webbed its way to your ears, pounding and static-- the sheer feel of the blood that follows through the peripheral makes you dizzy.

" 'M not hungry," you say while sucking a deep breath, eyeing the expensive liquor in front of you. Satoru's jaw clenches as he runs a hand through his jelled hair.

"You could've said so already instead of making me book the most expensive restaurant in the city," he says deeply with a growl, making this uncomfortable coldness run down your spine. The back of your eyes burns as you realise they are getting glossier.

"So moody," he grumbles under his breath.

"Sorry," you squeak out and he scoffs, biting back the vitriol about to drip from the tip of his tongue.

Satoru sighs and calls the waiter, fetching money from the wallet in his inner coat pocket and keeping a good amount of cash on the table alongside the tip.

Your heart seems to have ceased beating, plummeting to your stomach you felt as if you were going to get physically sick.

Gojo walks out of the restaurant and opened the car door harshly.

"Sit," he orders and you complied, if the void in your heart didn't kill you, Gojo's anger would definitely.

You put on the seatbelt as soon as you do that, Gojo speeds through the road with his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turn white.

"Toru' stop!" you cry out, gripping the dashboard for your dear life.

This calms him down, and he slows down until he stops the car in your house's parking lot. Removing the seatbelt from himself and you, he takes a deep breath and turns his head to your side.

"'Sorry for getting angry like that sweets," he reaches out his hand towards you, nimble fingers running down the crevice of your cheek like sin.

"'ssokay," you whimper, leaning towards the warmth of his hand.

A smile breaks on his face as he removes his glasses and keeps them on the dash.

"What's going on with you these days, Y/N?"

You bite your lips and looks down at the leather seat, “I’m sorry. We were supposed to have fun today.”

Gojo stays silent, his eyes scanning your features, urging you to continue.

“This is stupid--I’m stupid.” you cry out, the tears you had been holding for so long finally escaping.

Gojo pulls you in his embrace, hand running on the small of your back, shushing your hiccuping sobs, "you are not stupid, sweets." He says so but he is frozen cold, he can never get used to people crying, let alone you.

Satoru didn't know what to do when he pulled away and sees that self-destructive hurricane swirling in your eyes.

"You know Satoru, my childhood hasn't been the best one," you sniff out, "my guardian was emotionally abusive and that affected me a lot growing up."

Satoru's breath hitches when he hears the rumble of emotions that floods you.

"The things they said..." you choke and he rubs circles on your palm, "they keep coming back like a Tsunami. I feel so pathetic and worthless 'Toru, I don't know what to do anymore."

Satoru gulps and closes his eyes for a moment. He feels like the scummiest human to have existed on the planet, even more than your abuser.

You were right there, waiting for your silent cries to be heard, to have someone pull you out from the web of darkness that even the strongest sorcerer couldn't have overcome if he were you. He was a shitty husband to you.

"And as I grow older, I realize they weren't exactly wrong," you bite your lips till you feel a tangy and metallic nectar in your mouth.

"They weren't wrong when they said I am 'lazy', 'useless' , 'high-maintanance'," you aggressively wipe your tears.

Gojo feels his heart drop as if the circulatory system in his body had shut down.

"That's not true!" he proclaims, wrapping you in a breath-stealing hug, " 'm so sorry baby, I am the most stupid person, acted blind when my sweets needed me."

He kissed your knuckles gently, "y'know even though I have acted like an ass until now, only caring about myself, I hate it when you cry or feel sad."

After all, Gojo is oblivious. He seems insincere, loud-mouthed and nonchalant. He seems as if he only cares about himself, but you know that more than anyone that it is completely untrue.

Gojo is a caring man, but his ego blinds him.

It takes you hanging onto the darkest ebb for him to realize that people aren't weak. they cry when they have been strong for too long.

"I'll be there for you now Y/N," he whispers, kissing your temple. His lips brushing past your skin, ignite a warmth, deep within your heart.

"Let it out love, I know I can't change what those nasty people said to you, but right now I know you need a catharsis," he says, "Scream, scream as loud as you want, scream at the stars, scream at the clouds, just scream until you feel better,"

Your sobs turn into soft hiccups as you look at him with pearl-filled eyes.

"And once you are done, I'll be here to tell you how incredibly wrong those people were and how you are so much more than your bad memories."

♠︎ 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 

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[morninkim]

the gang's all here!!

now we're just missing team rocket 👀

inspired by kianamai's redesigns!!

design notes and lil musings under the cut!

Ash takes a lot from Pokespe in terms of his proportions (at least how the early chapters look in my head) and some cues from the newer movie designs bc i LOVE those, especially the one from Power of Us. So ya I also wanted to give him a big poofy jacket bc of i remember seeing an interpretation of Red's original sprite as a big jacket as well and i think it suits Ash a lot. The style was kinda early One Piece inspired at first, so there's just a big of Luffy in Ash's design, but I think it ended up more Digimon Adventure in the end lmaoo. The nose bandaid's to just elevate that rookie protagonist feel a lil bit + I spent way too long figuring out a new hat symbol lmaoo. He's also 11 in this world to match Red's age in RBY.

Pikachu I just wanted to draw him like Red's Pikachu in Special and give him the lighter coloured tummy from early artwork.

Misty's the biggest departure obvs but I knew I wanted to give her a crop hoodie and take inspo from Kiana Khansmith's Misty and give her the wetsuit as an undersuit. Then the chunky shoes were carried over from Ash with big scrumpled socks bc I thought it made her look a lil more unkempt. The whole goal was the make her more scrappy looking and focus in on the whole "Tomyboyish Mermaid" thing from the games. Also combined her RBY hair with her GSC do by making it a half-up ponytail that I think is very cute. OH and her shoes are Cerulean Gym branded, bc I imagine in this world there's merch for each Gym that the leader wear, so the wet suit and hoodie would be branded too. The hoodie's just cropped above the logo and the wet suit's logo's covered by clothes. She's about 12, so a lil older than Ash and does not let him forget it.

For Psyduck, I wanted to make him a lil fluffier and ugly-duckling + incorporate the three lil sprout hairs he's got a lil more to suit the style. He also has a neck now, you just can't see it super well here. He's just a fluffy lil duck who hurt a lot. Poor lil guy :((

Brock was pretty straight forward, I kinda wanted to reference his Sygna Suit from Masters with pants and a tank top, but made the pants into cargo pants that can be unzipped into shorts (he's thinks its the coolest thing in the world. He wears hiking boots to go over rougher terrain as a Rock-type Leader and hunt for fossils bc I like that aspect of his game characterization so I carried it over here, and he wears an armband with Pewter Gym branding. His tiny lil facial hairs are all he can grow at the moment bc he's still like 15 as usual, but he thinks it makes him look ~Older, Maturer & More Sophisticated~ so refuses to shave it.

I wanted to incorporate a lil more Geode Dude into Geodude so I changed his colours a bit and added parts where the outer layers of the rock have kinda chipped away in battles to reveal the crystal underneath + added the eyebrows from Alolan Geodude. I imagine it's like, the more outer layer gets chipped away from a Geodude, the closer they get to evolution. I do not at all know what this world's Graveller or Golem would look like but I think I'd canonise the theory of Machoke and Graveller taking aspects of the other when traded and make them kinda like Karrablast and Shelmet in a way.

Broad plot strokes are just these guys would exist in a version of the indigo league w an expanded kanto dex to include all related mons + variants, so stuff like Electivire and Annihilape and Alolan Exeggcutor would exist in there without much fanfare of ~Woahhhh Newly Discovered Pokemon~. Regional variants would be found on the Sevii Islands. Maybe there'd be small type changes too idk. Like pure Rock Geodude that gain Ground on evolution bc Gravel-ler. idk who knows I'm just spitballin. Essentially just a lil more closely following the Game's story, I guess. Less wacky loose adaptation stuff from Indigo League. Not bc I don't like that stuff, just bc it's not what I'd do.

I figure like, there'd be an interlude short arc that takes place in the Sevii Islands just after the Vermillion Gym where Ash would catch a Galarian Farfetch'd and all forms of Paldean Tauros instead of like, 100 Kantonian Tauros, and be introduced to Legendary Pokemon through a quest to track down the Galarian Legendary birds (then find out others can be found back in Kanto). Naturally he'd use the PC system (maybe adapted as some kind of daycare or something, or maybe just a teleporter to Oak's lab like the main anime) and have a couple more than 6 team members to rotate out as needed. Also. Mega Evolution would be a factor bc I think it'd be cool, so Ash gets to Mega Evolve Charizard into Mega Charizard Y.

OH also just for funsies, I'd split the starters across the trio, so Ash gets Charmander, Misty gets Squirtle and Brock gets Bulbasaur.

Basically Ash would end up with more or less the same team from the original series, but with added Annihilape, Sirfetch'd, Paldean Tauros and Mega Charizard Y. I also think I'd add Dragonite from Journeys and make his Gengar the Haunter he befriended that would follow him in secret after helping him beat Sabrina and evolve in the Cinnabar Mansion + officially join his team there.

Squirtle would evolve into Wartortle with Misty and Bulbasaur would stay in the same stage with Brock like Ash's.

I'll come up with and probably draw everyone's main teams at some point later but. ya. that's my piece!

[israbelle]

A Conspiracy theory about the Epilogues

Alternatively titled; "Isn't it fun to take the stupid plot holes seriously sometimes, just to see what happens?"

So - The hemospectrum. I have often been taken out of the story by how little they mention it in the Epilogues and HS^2, just sort of... handwaving it away as a solved, purely cultural issue. Doylistically, they seem to be endorsing the popular "caste differences were just an enforced social norm by the Condesce and Lord English so trolls hate each other more" theory. It's been a glaring hole in the worldbuilding for a while now, and I never had a satisfying answer to it.

First off, psychics and psionics. I will talk about those more later, but... *gestures* Yeah. Second, and more relevant to the idea that the caste system is a, how do you say, natural state of troll society that has to be actively worked against to avoid falling down the pit of oppression; lifespans.

That sentence sucked because it's 4AM and it's quite difficult to think straight while listening to Mouth Moods. But anyway.

There is a popular headcanon that the Condesce, puppeteered by Lord English to create a tougher landscape, and using her Thief of Life powers, artificially shortened the lifespans of lowbloods (or maybe lengthened the lifespans of highbloods?) and had they not been under her control, they would all live to the same age and have no physical differences. This is explicitly non-canon:

Everybody say "Thank you, Kankri Vantas!" Aren't you so glad he's right about everything he says all the time and everyone always listens?!

There would be seadwellers - no, there would be ceruleans who remember the dawn of history. Can they live normal lives? Do you think that one violetblood grub Karkat holds in the credits remembers his touch? Did they hang the snapchat photo on their hive wall as one of their baby pictures? Do they brag about it?

This world would be quite different from the one shown to us today. Screw "trolls' birthrate is higher than humans" being the crux of the population issue, what about how half these trolls literally never die?! Highbloods would naturally have trouble relating to or empathizing with the lower castes they outlive dozens of times, a natural "immortal being loses touch with its humanity as it sees the cycle of life repeat evermore without ever truly experiencing it" trope, and the hemospectrum would reinvent itself and simply slot humans in at the bottom.

Which leads to the big question: why isn't this what happened? Why are humans the dominant force, while trolls seem to have been metaphorically (so far, thanks Jane) neutered? And why are they losing the war so hard when they have all those dang psychics?

You know, the psychic powers that let you shoot killer lasers and throw things around from afar and commune with beasts and fly-

...And fly?

As far as I'm aware - with the exception of Vrissy, who is a clone of an Alternian troll - there have never been any mentions of psychics on Earth C. Even when she talks about them, her information is wrong, almost as if it was only ever a historical afterthought in class instead of a reality of her life. Isn't that curious?

Apologies in advance for the hats. Tinfoil really is an awful material for garments, you know. But with all the evidence laid out as it is, there's really only one* reasonable† explanation: they did something to trolls. They flattened them all out into one homogenous mass, stripped them of nearly everything interesting and alien about them, neutered them into the Grey Humans we've all tried to fight against this whole time! And they did it with slime!!

*There are most likely many other possible explanations, and there is not a shot in Hell that this is what was intended in the text. †This is a completely unreasonable claim.

It could've been an accident, it could've been a well-intentioned impulse enacted by a bunch of teens who don't understand what eugenics are, but it happened in the ectobiology room, and I think the "how" of it is that they mixed together the troll and human slime. This flattened the curve of lifespans to be about human average, and either highly reduced the chance or outright deleted the ability for psychic powers to form. Reproduction stays the same, because that involves way too many complicated biological changes rather than just flipping a handful of proteins.

The great Alternian trolls of yore are but a distant memory, replaced by these tragic, broken copies, failed by their masters; chained to the ground with their wings torn off long before Candy Jane ever entered the scene.

[floofgryph]

Okay I'm working on head cannons for your OC but

If I may ask do you have any head cannons about

Kianna komori?

Kianna Komori headcanons

She prefers to mutually engage with men who strongly respect women and aren't manipulative.

She dislikes drinking tea that has a very bitter aftertaste

As Yonaka's girlfriend, she likes making cute dresses and adorable stuffed animals for her.

Even though she isn't afraid to use physical violence, she isn't fond of hurting people because it often makes her depressed and cynical for long periods of time.

Whenever she's feeling extremely bored, she'll hum random tunes, while playing with her pet cat.

Her cat is a Norwegian Forest cat named Pandora

She's still deciding if she should get a dog or not because she's not sure how well Pandora will react to the dog.

Cerulean warblers and lilac-breasted rollers remind her of Demaryius because of how visually stunning they are.

She secretly wants to spend more time with Maku in order to rekindle their relationship. She also wants to know more about his past.

She keeps a picture of her and Yui on her person all of the time

If she loses an item that reminds her of Yui and/or Yonaka, she'll be devastated. She'll look for them in a panicky state until she either finds it or gives up out of exhaustion.

She tries to distance herself from any Christian-related items and people of that faith as she would like to forget about the existence of God.

She strongly dislikes those who abuse religious beliefs and political power for their own selfish advantage.

She doesn't like it when people disregard her as a sociopath or psychopath

She likes the colour of her eyes as it reminds her of yellow amber, which she thinks is beautiful in its own right.

On rare occasions, she decides to skip some stones at a lake during night.

Whenever she's walking by herself at night, she has a butterfly knife and a can of pepper spray tucked away in her purse.

Yonaka belongs to @vanillafalvoredcoffee

[volivolition]

☄️, 🩹, 💥, 🔭!! for the emoji asks!

HELLO BELOVEDS YAY YAY!! :D ☄️ Do you have a favorite stuffed animal? !!!!! yes!!! :D his name is Ceru, short for Cerulean! he's a blue teddy bear, he's been with me for 12 years, but he's got the energy of a 27-year-old transmasc guy hgkjgk he's stoic with a heart of gold <3 he's old and his fur is matted by now, but he's still very comfortable to hug or to cradle like he's a baby lmao :3 <333

🩹 Have you had any injuries with a funny or amusing story behind them? oh lmao, okay, so one time my mom dropped me off at school. this was during 8th grade, which was a pretty terrible year for me, so i was trying to hype myself up for for the day. imagine everything is awesome tween dream remix or a similar sunshiney happy song is playing. Ready to take on the day and laying it on heavy with the "fake-it-til-you-make-it" optimism of a 13 year old, i leap up and out of the car like a cartoon protagonist :D!! ✨✨✨

...my head smacks directly into the roof of the car, and i immediately ragdoll to the sidewalk. my newly scraped knee bleeds profusely as i sit there, stunned. tween dream remix is still playing loudly, as the whimsy is too shocked by the turn of events to leave.

eventually i get up and mom hands me one (1) old dunkin donuts napkin to wipe off the blood, but she's got other kids to drop off at different schools so. uh. lmao. bye.

i hobble into the nurse's office, which is on the second floor of the school, y'know, to spite me. they're like "voli, what the fuck, why are you bleeding at 8 in the morning?" and im like ":) please help." (tween dream remix is like, distant and slightly distorted by now.) the wound needs like three bandaids and its still bleeding as i stumble into class lmao?? well anyway, don't got time for that, late for a math lesson hgkjgjk...

looking back its just like lmao???? why'd i do that kgjkjg should've just gotten out of the car like a normal person lmao??? ANYWAY thats how i got a scar on my knee </3

💥 If you had to battle the person asking this, what weapons would you both use? spacehead my dearests, may i challenge yall to a pokemon battle? :3 i am fully prepared to lose, but i think it would be fun hgkjgkj <33 <22

🔭 Do you have a favorite constellation? i have a particular fondness for both Pegasus and Ophiuchus, i relate them to old blorbos <3

asks here!!

[soukokumychildren]

Had another idea (unfortunately they are spoilers to the comic I've yet to finish, but oh well), hopefully you enjoy yet again my friends :)

The night is rich and filled with criminals scouring through the streets at night, perfect for crime and death to reap and fill the air with screams of blood and terror.

However, tonight was not that night, the chance unfortunately slipping away under certain circumstances. There was a recent movement of a criminal organization, not related to neither the Port Mafia, or in this instance, a secret organization that laid within the midst of a field of abandoned warehouses, that was on the prowl, taking as much territory as it could. So, this said secret organization were to protect their territory on this fateful night. The concrete was cracked and lights flickered through the darkness, buzzing and humming. Stepping into that light were two men; however neither were ordinary. The first was brunette, bandages winding around his arms, neck, and especially prominent around his right eye, a scar running through his cheek and reaching the corner of his mouth, which currently was snagged up into a grin. Red eyes trained on their destination, the brunette shifting his head, ruffling his gray turtleneck that wrapped snuggly around his throat to look at the redhead that currently occupied his side. His scars, runes of an ancient deity that posessed his body burned into his skin, glowing a deep red, edges crisp with black. The wings that were snapped tight to his back, maroon and elegant in every way had a glow to their own, nearly each feather marked with an eye-like symbol that shone bright yellow in the darkness. Cerulean eyes glinted as they flitted up to the brunette's, catching his gaze. He tilted his head backwards, the hat on his head shifting, the chains hanging off the side jingling.

"Think they'll be on time, Dazai?" The redhead asked, hands in his pockets, which was a rare occasion, but the frosty air bit into their bared flesh. "They always are, Chuuya." Dazai flashed him an all-knowing grin, continuing to walk forward. More lights flickered ahead, and continued their extraordinarily annoying hum, but otherwise, all was silent. All until the feathers tucked neatly behind Chuuya's ears sprung up. A warning growl was all they received, but both knew immediately what to do. Both jumped their respective sides: Chuuya back towards his left, and Dazai towards his right.

Then, a white tiger emerged, roaring. It twisted, digging its claws into the concrete, skidding and screeching. The massive feline glared its yellow eyes at the oncoming enemy ahead. Hackles raised, tail poised, it positioned itself to lunge, rippling muscles under the crystal white sheen and the mossy black of its fur. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Chuuya spat, leaping up on the side of a building, ready to spring forward as he saw the first black tendril sail forward, aiming straight for the white tigers head. It leapt, agile as it twisted gracefully in the air to avoid another tendril bound to slice its flesh gracefully, landing against the ground, yowling. "You damn domestic house cat! Come here so I can slice you to bits!" A man shouted from a distance. Dazai and Chuuya met gazes, Chuuya shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Akutagawa, again. Speaking of the devil, tendrils dug into the cement and he launched himself forward, sending more black ribbons of death for the tiger to dance and avoid. It set itself and leaped back every attack as the ribbons buried themselves into the ground where the feline once stood. When Akutagawa landed, he snarled. "There's no escape, Jinko!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs, his brown coat billowing in the wind with black hair with ends that seemed like it was dipped in reverse colored ink, aiming two tendrils that was most definitely going to hit its target. If it wasn't for the men appearing from within what seemed to be the sky itself, and descending upon them.

A katana severed into the right tendril, and dual scalpels sliced through the left. Both of whom were responsible for cutting into Akutagawa's ability stood up, blue/silver and scarlet eyes trained on gray. Akutagawa snarled. "Stay out of this!" he shrieked of pure fury. Tendrils shot out from the fabric of his coat, four of them aimed directly at the white tiger, which roared, ready to dodge the attack yet again. Until Dazai threw himself upward and landed in between the two fourty-year-olds and in front of the white tiger. With a snap, the entire area illuminated. The glow cast, showing a calico cat and a woman with crows perched on her shoulders joining the party from atop rooftops, and when the circular field enveloped the area, the cat transformed into a man, and the crows flapped away. The white tiger turned into a boy, who landed on his knees, breathing heavily. Akutagawa's ability disabled and vanished.

Chuuya joined Dazai on the ground, glaring directly at Akutagawa. Everyone's abilities canceled with Dazai's own ability, the pulsing waves slowly diminishing as he provided a deep sigh. "May I get a brief explanation on hense why you two are fighting?" Dazai asked, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eye shut. Both boys pointed at eachother. "He started it!" The man that turned into a cat sighed, slightly leaning onto the cane that simply spawns with him when he reverts back to a homosapien.

"Alright, Atsushi? Care to explain?" Dazai turned his head entirely from Akutagawa to the boy that reverted from a tiger. "W-well um…" "How about you just apologize and get on with it?" Chuuya butted in, snorting. "Will make this a whole buck ton easier, instead of having to listen to you guys ramble about whatever shit argument you had on your way here."

"Like I'd ever say—" "Akutagawa," Said the man armed with scalpels, who stashed them away. He narrowed his eyes. Akutagawa glared and mumbled under his breath. "Fine. I'm sorry. Happy, sir?" "More than delighted." The man responded, and Dazai rolled his eyes while pushing past. "Keep an eye on your subordinates, Mori. I hear they get out of hand often." Dazai said breezily with a wave of his hand, taking lead. "I'll take that under consideration," Mori spoke, venom dripping from his words. He glanced to the other with silver hair and a katana. "We go on, then, Fukuzawa." He says, edging his head as he pointed to Dazai, and Chuuya, whom quickly caught up, pacing faster than all the others.

The woman ushered Akutagawa near, and Atsushi took to the cat man. "So, how was patrol for this evening, Natsume?" Dazai asked nonchalantly, giving a slight glance to the man with calico-colored hair. "Splendid, and as per usual, nobody tredding across territory. However, I came across the most delectably sweet bowl of milk, and I have no idea on where it could have originated from." Chuuya, raising a brow, slowed to look at Natsume. "Milk? You still drink that stuff?" "I am human, after all. I'm not prone to lactose intolerance like normal felines do." Natsume looked away, trying not to show any signs of the slight humiliation he felt as they trudged forward.

Fukuzawa snorted so hard he nearly fell over. "That…may be my doing." Natsume gave him a look, raising his brow. "I assure you, I'll find those bowls first before any other cats would." "Still onto trying to communicate to cats, are we?" Mori interrupted, grin all poison honey. Fukuzawa reciprocated just as fast. "Fancy little girls under the age of twelve still?"

"Please, don't get him excited," Chuuya said, disgusted at the thought, and Atsushi and the woman beside Akutagawa collectively shivered. "Speaking of, I'm surprised you didn't summon Elise," Dazai added, as they neared the warehouse. Natsume, taking the moment for people not to focus on his misgivings as being a cat, transformed into a feline and stuck close to Atsushi.

"Ah, she's out on scouting duties," Mori replied, waving his wrist. "Since we're all gathered here, it's the least I can do for a short amount of time."

"Fair enough." Dazai smiled and shrugged. "Gin, can you be a dear and tell the crows to join scouting with Elise from above? It would be more efficient that way." The woman, cloaked in black dressware, nodded, and pulled down her mask, whistling above. As Chuuya walked beside Dazai, his feathery-ears sprung out instinctually, but he tucked them back, since it was no call for him. Crows and ravens alike cawed in response, circling around them. Natsume mewed to the birds above. "Perfect. Thank you, sweetheart." Dazai mutely chuckled. "Think you can get the doors, lovely?" Dazai cocked his head ever-so-slightly to Chuuya, and the redhead scoffed. "I'd have done it even if you hadn't asked." He replied, as they rolled up to their designated hideout, leaping into the air, flipping and landing to the wall right above the doors. With his ability, he pushed the sliding doors away to grant access to the others. Then, he flipped downward, and landed next to Dazai. The doors that parted gave way to the inside of which were filled with crates scattered around, some occupied and others vacant with necessary supplies. "Guess the others are already here, huh?"

When the moonlight shone across the tops of the crates, they could make out two more men sat across one of them. Both dark-haired, one with a raccoon splayed over his shoulders, and the other with glasses over his face.

"Good evening, Ranpo! You too, Poe!" Atsushi yelled cheerily, and Ranpo turned, waving. "Hey guys!" He chirped back, and Poe shyly waved, looking more like he wished to cower away at all the people glancing in their direction. Each one of them departed after that. Natsume, leaping onto the box nearest to the entrance, Atsushi, joining Ranpo and Poe on their crate, Akutagawa wrapping Gin safely in his tendrils and rising them over with black ribbons to their respective area, while Fukuzawa and Mori joined collectively on the ground to discuss abnormalities in the city. Chuuya scooted behind Dazai, unfurled his magnificent wings, and grasped his husband, barrelling them nearly into the ceiling of the warehouse and crashing into the light fixtures, but yet instead landing safely on the highest perched crate, settling down, and Dazai doing the same. Of course, not before long, there were joyful cries. "Chuuya's back!" Roared a pink haired woman, who skid into view. "I call dibs on huggin' him first!" She called joyfully, and the other two females that sidled up beside her made no move to stop her. Positioning herself, she readied within a quick motion, dragon wings erupted from her back, and she shot over to Chuuya, but the redhead ducked fully down to the base of the crate, and it caused her to wildly miss and slam into the ceiling directly above the window. "Evening to you both." Dazai said calmly, as if completely fine with the girl nearly tackling Chuuya off the crate. The one with blonde hair curtsied. "As to you, boss." The other adjusted her glasses. "Same to you." "Hey Rowling, when do you think Tui will stop trying to tackle me?" "Ah, I d'nno. I think Collin's been keepin' track, havencha?" She looked over to the lady beside her, and she pulled out a notepad with a nod. "A tallie of currently twenty, as of now."

"Good gods." Sighed Rowling, shaking his head. "Sounds about right, though." Tui regained herself and clambered onto Chuuya and Dazai's crate. "I still get a hug, right?" Chuuya couldn't hold back his laughter. "Sure, Tui." He hugged the lady, and she burbled cheerfully. After a moment she pried herself away and joined the other girls at the foot of the mass of crates that held Dazai and Chuuya's up. "Aye, lass, I can give you a hug too, goodness, I swear I've never met someone as affectionate as yeh." Rowling said from below, chuckling.

Dazai looked away from them and glanced at Chuuya, snorting. "She's like a female Kenji." "Yeah, well, we need some brightness around here, since you become a killjoy during 'buisness hours'." The redhead lightly punched Dazai's arm. The brunette fake pouted. "Go easy on me, I have to, for the job." "Yeah, right, asshole." Chuuya rolled his eyes.

"Whatever you say, Mackerel." "Whatever you say, Slug." "Oi, don't mock me!"

The night was pretty much uneventful after that, and luckily no thugs coming to try and claim territory. But, precautions are precautions, of course, and it was all for the better anyway.

By the way sorry if this was out of control in any way, it was a tad rushed, but I'm still proud nonetheless lol

[avampyone]

Prompt #2: Bark

Characters: Cerys'La Sorciere, Mogsun,Chieftain Moglin

Synopsis: A day in the life of the witch, Cerys, protector of the Churning Mists.

Setting: Moghome, Churning Mists

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The passing of endless days and nights could hardly be measured when one was graced with the awe of the Churning Mists. Memories of old never escaped her to look upon the many ruins of the buildings that remained long since overtaken by nature, but could recall when they stood strong and magnificent. The floating islands with the crackle of rampant energy that ran like a current through the air and the lush verdant scenery as far as the eye could see reminded Cerys much of her original ancestral home.  It was a wonder to her that many years of an endless cycle of reincarnation from one form to the next had not left her spirit so jaded and broken. All this came with the acceptance that all things eventually faded with time. It was a miracle in itself that her cottage remained, murmuring her thanks to Nophica for such diligent preservation with the presence of thick branching vines that scaled the stony walls as if to keep stable.

The La’Sorciere witches had so long ago built a humble cottage there on the end of the mists that all of her ancestors had inhabited year after year until it was only her now. The very last of her bloodline. It was a far better thought than to have any relations to a previous incarnation. A residual rush of the deep torrent of pain and power that went through her in those last visions of Syrcus tower, her physical form at that time having been changed beyond recognition. It felt like the howling would never stop.  So many hounds barking endlessly at one another and snapping madly at anyone who neared her with nothing she could do but to fight as ‘Queen Scylla’. Cerys admitted to herself that she’d been such a fool to seek such power as most of them were during the days of the Allagan empire.

Perhaps the recollection of those days long since passed should fill her with a sense of loneliness, but indeed now they were often filled with tasks that were essential for survival. Her two toned gazed with a pronounced light cerulean blue glow to her left eye stared outward from the ever-broken window nearest her small kitchen to note the evening sun to be slowly setting on the horizon. It took Cerys extra time, but she glanced back to the work she had done that day with a line of delicate white string with a sense of pride. This string held up many different varieties of herbs, like Hawthorne and Mint, splayed out in an array of vibrant green hanging above her washing basin.

Her slender fingers were tinged of much the same color with an attempt to wipe this away on her wash cloth but to no avail, “These are all growing harder to find as the days pass. I only wish to see this place thrive for all of its inhabitants..” She muttered softly out loud, thinking to Moghome. A pleasant smile curled at her full lips to have read the missive left on old crumbling parchments in handwriting she could barely read from Chieftain Moglin. They had sought to invite her over the moment they knew of her return. Why not indulge in a small visit with her old moogle friends?

Heading out the front door, Cerys reached into her satchel to retrieve an old worn key that she used to lock up her cottage before she headed out on foot to her destination, uncaring of the mud that dirtied her boots along her path. Such sights of dragons and moogles locked in the daily motions of their own survival was a common enough not to even spare a single glance their way.  Lifting a hand to brush back one of her long ocean blue curling locks, she let herself breathe deeply of the fresh air and take delight in the cool breeze that brushed along her exposed arms. In the major cities of Eorzea, it always felt too noisy and too crowded like one could hardly breathe at times. Cerys afforded herself a moment to take joy in her boundless freedom despite how difficult it was to live on one’s own here.

After a short trek, the wide darkened cave sprawled out before her, her long ears perking to hear the sounds of the cheerful little shrieks emitting from the moogles nearby at her appearance. Cerys had been in their company for far longer than most aside from the dragonkin here. It had become apparent that many Eorzeans misunderstood the moogles due to their mischievous personalities. Many amongst the Ishgardian clergy looked down upon her in a similar light if not worse. All this only reinforced that Cerys place was here amongst the wild unknown. A smile of pure gratitude alit Cerys features when the fluffy white creatures danced around merrily, the chieftain ordering his captain Mogsun to bring forth a particular item.

This package appeared to have a fancy wrapping of bright blue with white polka dots upon it, opening to reveal many small brown star shaped pieces that smelled rich but sweet. A brow rose to read the front description, “..Chocolate..? I’ve never heard of such myself before.”

Mogsun hefted himself up in the air to circle about in such a rapid motion that caused the pink pom on his head to bounce around, obviously excited with the restless way he moved his arms, “Oh, you simply must try, Kupo!”

Slender fingers reached for one of the pieces nearest her to pop inside her mouth. Her brows rose with surprise to feel like the most decadent sweetness melted there in a way that could prove ever so addicting. Cerys felt tempted to try another, but restrained herself in her courtesy not to overindulge.

As much as she tried to resist the thought from coming forth, Cerys’ eyes lowered with her gentle features blank of any expression to the wave of melancholy that overwhelmed, ‘My little brother would have enjoyed something like this. Hades..where could you be now. If you are here, would we even recognize each other..’ A worry that constantly invaded her mind, but sought to push away to see the look of concern on Mogsun’s face,

“Please do not worry yourself over me. These..made me think about the past is all. I should like to hear all that’s transpired since my return. Any new visitors to our homelands..?”

[gothicastles]

I know this will come across as pick-me and so dramatic for no reason but like I can't stop thinking about the fact that I've gone basically my whole life without understanding the "relatability" aspect of art as a means to enjoy said art in the first place because I've never fallen in love (romantically) nor experienced heartbreak (romantically) and literally the breadth of art IS about romantic love. Ofc that doesn't mean that I cannot empathize at a human level with these experiences but I still get a bit frustrated whenever I play music on shuffle and 99.9% of the songs that come up are all about romantic love to some degree (desiring it, having it, losing it, etc.), or that whenever I search fics on ao3 99.9% of them deal in their majority with romantic love/relationships and ppl falling in or out of love, or that whenever I sit down to read a book or poem I can always expect that romantic attraction/relationships will thematically take center stage or constitute the major plot points that'll move the story forward.

Now by this I don't mean that everyone should just stop singing, painting, writing, or making art in general about romantic love ever; after all, it IS something that affects and concerns so many people at a fundamental level and that calls for catharsis and abstraction and creation. But I simply wished that this specific part of human experience (among the literal kaledoiscope of experiences that constitute our lives) wasn't SO pervasive in all areas of art to the point that it becomes a real struggle to find those narratives that explore other themes or don't place romantic love at the foreground of everything, and that the majority of those who DO feel simplistic and disney-fied, as if targeting a younger audience with largely "feel-good", wholesome vibes (I'm thinking of like those painfully bland and derivative "found family" narratives or that fucking book the house in the cerulean sea I don't know what the fuck that follows me fucking everywhere).

I hate that it's rare to find well-constructed, elevated, adult works of art (both current and old) that don't place romantic love at the center stage, or aren't preoccupied with it at all, while still exploring various facets of life that are just as important (especially sex and sexuality). What this does is send the covert message that romance IS and SHOULD BE the ultimate pool from which we must extract artistic inspiration, and this by extension implies that a life lacking in romantic love is not worth the effort of artistic endeavours. Also I'm aware that other big themes in art aside from romance (such as death, grief, grappling with identity, justice, family, morality, etc.) exist and have their own weight, however, if you pay attention, they oftentimes come in pairs with romance, or find resolution/solace/complexity as a result of being in tension with romance, instead of existing in their own accord or outside the realms of romance if that make sense.

I've tried to implement my own non-romantic experiences into my writing and to focus on what I'm much more interested in at an intellectual level (themes of desire, sexuality, obsession, possession, destruction, imbalance, the breaking of the inner self, morality) whilst trying not to fall for the trap of feeling like I must add romance/romantic attraction and/or idealization somewhere in the mix for them to feel "complete" or "relevant", but it's hard sometimes when most of the messaging surrounding art seems to be drenched in romance as both the core of human life and the inner force that gives art itself its vitality. I'm so tired of all the stories being love stories and the songs being love songs. Like amatonormativity makes the arts (and fandom spaces by extension) a bleaker place.

Again, I'm not saying that "romantic stories" are wrong in any way or that works that deal with other topics don't exist, just that the ratio of art about romance in some capacity vs. art without romance is DIRE. Like WHERE is the rich tapestry of life outside of romance being represented. Where where where.

[swearphil]

Happy nice ask day to you in return! What’s your favorite book of the year so far? And/or what’s currently on your tbr list? 👀

thank you for sending this, friend! I looked at my list of books I've read this year and I've got four books that have been my favorites so far!

in the order I read them this year:

Loveless by Alice Oseman: I've been meaning to read more books with aroace characters, and I related so much to Georgia! it was really good for me to read

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin: this book! this book! it was on my radar because both John and Hank Green recommended it. I wasn't completely sure if I would like it because all I knew about the plot was that the main characters created a video game and video games aren't always my thing. but oh my god I enjoyed this book so much! at its heart, it's a book about creativity, ingenuity, friendship, pain, and love as you follow Sam and Sadie through their years of friendship. I love how the story is told - mostly in chronological order with some flashbacks to understand Sam and Sadie as kids and some brief looks into the future that frame some of what's happening in the present. and there's one part in particular where I cried so hard. I was bawling and there's a part of me that still refuses to believe what happened happens. it's told beautifully though, so I appreciate Zevin for that beauty in devastation.

Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune: this book had been on my tbr ever since I'd read The House in the Cerulean Sea. I think I held off for awhile because the book involves death, and I wasn't ready to read about death. but I finally read the book and I loved it! Wallace, Hugo, Nelson, Mei, and Apollo mean so much to me!

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller: another book that had been on my tbr for awhile. I know how this story ends, so I knew from the beginning it would end in tragedy, but I was really excited to read Miller's take on Achilles and Patroclus's relationship. it's achingly beautiful, and the more I read, the more I wanted the ending to be different, but of course it wasn't. yes, I cried.

and here are books I've checked out from the library that I might return without reading because I'm busy with my new job but I'll check them all out again later:

Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall

Imogen, Obviously by Becky Albertalli

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

The Moving Finger by Agatha Christie

[the-era-of-shadow]

The Same As I (A Distorted Reflection)

Written by Ash Rose Red

Summary:

As Eclipse leaves to go run a quick errand, one of the wisps that they had taken from Whisper awakens, that wisp being Blue. They strike up a conversation with Blurk, who was nearby, and quickly, it becomes clear that despite his form, Blurk is just about the same as them, but not exactly. He's like a distorted mirror image, or perhaps, a premonition of a dismal future? By the way, what is this strange sensation they've been feeling?

Notes:

CW/TW for body horror of a sort. Also just like. horror in general

Cold, heavy wind, quick in its journey across the skies.

That is what woke Blue up.

For a split second, they wondered if it was them once again crossing paths with the world renowned Sonic Hogpine, but as their vision adjusted to the sunlight, it would seem that there was no such heroic blue hedgehog in sight.

But there was someone.

That doctor, Doctor Ezrieal Clysdale, the one that Blue and their friends had been with for a good few days now - perhaps even longer. They stood just somewhat beyond the room that Blue was in, looking at who-knows-what, or perhaps looking for who-knows-what. They were in that strange form again, the one that they had been in since that battle at their clinic took place. Was this their true form? It didn't feel like such to Blue, who had met them as a fox mobian. They were supposed to only stay with that fox for a day or so, they were meant to be returned to their caretaker, Whisper. But Whisper attacked Doctor Clysdale, and then left without a trace, leaving Blue and the other wisps behind with the Doctor, now in that strange form.

Blue didn't understand why she would do such a thing, Doctor Clysdale was very kind to Blue and the others, so why attack them? What did they do wrong? Maybe it was because of Blue's aversion to violence, but they just couldn't wrap their head around it.

Even though the doctor was at a distance, Blue had the inclination to ask questions. Where were they? Why are they here? When will Whisper come back? Why did Whisper attack you? 

But none of those questions actually left their head, too scared to say them and then not be heard, or not understood. Doctor Clysdale didn't have one of those masks that Whisper and the others used to understand them. But they are a wisp doctor, so perhaps they had some other way of understanding them?

A shadow began to loom over from the side of Blue. They turned around to see that it was one of those young attendants of the doctor that Blue would see from time to time around the clinic, before the battle. 

This person, too, was once a fox, but he too was now in that strange appearance. Mobian, but also not quite? Maybe not mobian.

He looked so much like Doctor Clysdale, but also so much like Blue themself, like the middle ground of a two-toned gradient. His eyes had black irises that had pupils that were box-like and were a vibrant shade of cerulean blue, like a simplification of Blue's reflection, which matched the accent color of the young boy's… hair? Fur? Neither term seemed right. Whatever it was, it was very angular, just like his pupils.

"First one awake? Can't relate, honestly." He said, seemingly directly to Blue.

"I'm not usually the first one up, just a light sleeper, that's all." Blue responded impulsively.

"Ah. Again, can't relate. My siblings will tell ya, I sleep like a rock." 

Did… did the boy just… understand them??

"Anyways, did that lady like, give you an actual name or what?" He spoke again.

"Uhm… The Diamond Cutters always called me "Blue", and Whisper never saw a reason to call me anything different…" Blue explained.

"So no, then." The boy replied bluntly, "Is that just in your case or are all of you like that?"

"... All of us, I guess?"

"Figures. I'm sure Ma will think of somethin' for y'all." The boy noted vaguely. Blue wondered why it was that this "Ma", who they assumed to be referring to Doctor Clysdale, would have to think of new names for them and the others. But there was a matter that was far more pressing in their opinion that they wanted to get out the way first and foremost.

"How… How are you able to understand me?" Blue asked, their voice shaking ever so slightly.

"Oh yeah. Should probably change out of my bodysuit or whatever." The boy said with a chuckle, seemingly dodging the question. But his statement caught Blue off guard regardless.

"Y-your what-?!" They exclaimed in confusion. The boy did not answer, walking towards and eventually onto some sort of platform. The platform was ever so slightly raised from the floor itself, and contrasted in its high-tech appearance, being completely ebony aside from a strip of what looked like neon lights to Blue, glowing in the same hue as the boy's pupils. Or at least, in the same hue that his pupils once glowed, as when the boy stepped onto the platform, the color faded out, leaving an empty gray in its wake. 

From behind the boy's now completely blank face, a creature flew out into Blue's view, and approached the very confused wisp. The creature certainly looked like a blue cube wisp, but still, things were a little off. The skin tone wasn't nearly as vibrant as Blue's was. The eyes looked completely different, having completely black slits for irises that had no pupils, and not just that, but the eyes themselves were completely misplaced. While Blue's three eyes were all on their face, the creature only had one eye on his face, while the other two were on the sides of his head, one each. Lastly, the creature had a visible mouth, which was jagged and sharp, while Blue had no visible mouth at all. It was a sight that sickened Blue to see, but the creature's facial expression would suggest that nothing was wrong at all.

"Okay, cool. So is the answer clear to you now or what?" The boy's voice came from the creature, implying that the creature was the boy.

"... A-Are you… also a wisp??" Blue asked, their voice shaking as they did, not wanting to consider that this contorted form truly was a variation of their own self.

"Yep. Name's Blurk by the way. Sorry that I didn't lead off with that." Despite his apology, his tone did not waver for even a minute, it was as flat and monotone as ever, which seemed to only add to the unnerving aura this "Blurk" had in the eyes of Blue.

"... Why do you look so…?" Blue attempted to question, but was lost for the word they needed.

"Strange? Contorted? Corrupted? Yeah, that's a fair ask, I guess. Can't remember all the details but Ma's had us since we were still in eggs, and they, like, messed around with our genetics and stuff to maximize our potential and make us more Black Arms-like and stuff. Oh yeah, Ma's a Black Arms by the way. It's fine if you don't know what that is just yet, but I guess I should let ya know." Blurk explained in a rambling sort of way.

"...And that caused all… that…?" 

"Yep. Came out of the egg lookin' like this. Makes me wonder what it'll be like for you lot, having lived the most of your lives as just regular ol' wisps and all." Blurk began to speculate.

"What… it'll be like… for us…?" Blue echoed fearfully, suddenly feeling a strange pain surge through them.

"Yeah. Sorry 'bout the short notice, but since that lady decided to book it from the clinic, Ma decided to assimilate y'all into the hivemind. I'd rather you not make a fuss about it, I'm sure it means a lot to them to have the chance to go back to where their whole science shtick began, ya know?" Blurk revealed.

Blue was shocked, that's for certain, and still very, very confused. Assimilate? Hivemind? Black Arms? What does it all even mean?? It seemed like they weren't going to get much explanation on those fronts from Blurk.

"I don't really know how most of this stuff works, but I've listened to Ma and Rhy go off about it enough to have part of their scripts practically memorized. Basically, Ma did most of the heavy work last night while you all were asleep, and there's gonna be some neuro gas stuff coming out in like, a couple of minutes, to chill y'all out and numb your bodies while the whole mutation thing happens, so it doesn't hurt." Blurk continued to monologue.

"Mutation?!" Blue gasped, feeling the pain from before begin to return.

"Mhm. You lot are gonna look like us, now isn't that exciting?" Blurk responded, still as monotone as ever. "I wonder if you'll look like a clone of me or if you'll look a bit different. Both of those thoughts excite me, personally, but if you don't like what you end up with, there's always the bodysuits. Gonna have to talk to Rhy 'bout that stuff though. She won't mind, of course. In fact, I bet she'll be really happy to talk that sorta thing with you. Surprised she ain't here as we speak." He continued.

"B-But what if Whisper comes back for us?? Then what will you do, huh?!" Blue suddenly blurted out in a sudden fit of fury.

"I hope she does. That would mean Ma could assimilate her too. Wouldn't you want that as well?" Blurk surmised, his resolve not faltering for not even a single moment.

"NO?? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU??" Blue yelled, giving into their anger.

"I was created to be a vessel for chaos. For that which orderly society fears the most. I know that such a concept is foreign to you. I can tell that you remain tied to your dimension of origin. You were born there, perhaps even raised there to a certain extent before being brought into this dimension by those "Diamond Cutters" you speak of. But you will come to understand the importance of chaos. Your mind and body will become a distorted reflection of the you that lingers in this moment. You will become one of us, and I will watch the process with the utmost excitement." 

Blue wanted to say something back, something, anything, but they came to realize that they could not. A mental fog took control of their brain's processes and stopped them dead in their tracks, and before they could try to fight it, the stench of anesthetics filled their senses, and blurred their sight.

"It is time. You must rest now…

Blarjikære*…"

*Translation Note: Close friend within the Black Arms

[ceruleanwarbler2]

spinning in circles trying to figure out back's tick metaphor. like it's definitely NOT abigail. "ooh but cerulean it straight up says its abigail" yeah but. the tick is undistressed, unconcerned about her actions, she doesnt think at all about her purpose. and abigail maybe doesnt consider stuff like that all the time but she still worries! she doesnt think twice about fighting back against the sheriffs but she still wants to know her purpose!

the meaning could be that abigail is sucking the blood out of the king's reign without care, and that makes plenty of sense. she's going town to town loosening his grip without even meaning to. her goal, up until the end, was never once "stop the king." it was "get this obstacle out of my way" or "help these townsfolk get individuality (and prove that witch wrong)" or "rescue the princess" she wasnt trying to stop dang, but he ended up with nothing because of her! but it specifically mentions the tick not questing for purpose. that doesn't make sense in regards to abigail. that was a huge part of her character!

the tick is also mentioned when dang refers to emily- update 139. here the king is the one the tick is feasting on. shes the one trying to undermine him. no, she's not actually purposeless or unworried or casually usurping him, but from the king's perspective she sure as hell is! emily's nothing but a nuisance. she's a weak annoying tick he needs to destroy.

and how the metaphor relates to blood! ticks suck blood- you know who's sucking the blood out of the world? you know?????? the king is the tick on the world, here. so... the world is the scientist!

"the world" throughout the story has a double meaning as "the status quo." when abigail gets to end the world, she has a choice to destroy the life on the back or end the king/status quo. it makes sense that the world and the king are interchangable in this metaphor. theyre interchangable in the story a lot of times.

except the world really isn't creating loads of enemies to fight the king out of unbridled fury causing her own demise. she's dying because shes clueless and powerless while the king is sucking all the blood out of her.

and, circling back to abigail. could the tick be abigail while the scientist is the world? shes figuratively fighting the sheriffs inside the king's reign but literally fighting them inside the world. but, again, abigail isn't careless or "never once quested for purpose"ing.

it could be what abigail was meant to be. in the mind of the cool witch, abigail would travel the world, only knowing how to fight, cheerful and destructive and alone. she's completely alone. the tick doesn't travel with a partner, and she "feasted on friends and foes alike." meanwhile, abigail relies on daniel and at least tries to be friendly to strangers (i think.) she went on a completely different route than everyone expected. people thought she was the tick, but shes just some guy

and in the finale when abigail meets god, god's friendly. neither of them want to end civilization. but she wasn't summoning organs to fight abigail, but she had no idea abigail wanted to end the world. but i guess the world was the reason the sheriffs were superpowered in the first place?

tl;dr idk this got wayyy away from me im gonna go play minecraft