#insolated

[feelingtheaster99]

I don’t believe it happens in the books but Percy telling Sally that “he doesn’t get to ignore you” while he’s fine with his dad ignoring Percy himself is extreme book Percy energy

[starreyblueberry]

Timmy turner voice in college: Nah I wasn’t really allowed to have pets growing up. WAIT- NO WAIT DUDE I used to have these two pet beta- goldfish?? I’ll be honest I don’t remember what species they were. I don’t even remember where they came from! They just kinda showed up in my room one day. I think my parents bought them?? Or I did?? Who knows- anyway they were in this super small fish tank- like those round ones you’d see on TV, which looking back must have been hard for them, they had a tiny castle though that they would always hide in, so they made it work. What’s crazy is- and I still think about it to this day- I used to take them everywhere WITHOUT A LID! And I mean Everywhere. To the park, to the movies, hell even on road trips I would just hold them in my like tiny kid arms as the car would bump- “Lol how did they not die??”

Dude they were like immortal I swear. They were able to survive being flushed down a TOILET one time. I don’t have any idea how I got them back. They also had a baby fish together, so I’m shocked I kept all 3 alive for so long. I would also talk to them all the time turns out? My parents told me how they would catch me in my room just shouting nonsense at them. I had no idea I even did that, but to be honest a lot of my childhood is kinda blurry, it’s just insane how I kept my fish alive for so long when I did all that reckless shit. “Do your parents take care of them now?”

Oh they died on my birthday- Horrible birthday gift I know! I wasn’t surprised though it felt expected? I don’t know. I didn’t even see them die my parents just told me the next morning haha… yea um.

Oh uh- sorry I don’t know why I’m crying.

They were just fish right?? I mean who cries over their fish…

I- I’ll be right back I need to use the bathroom sorry.

[tf-kinky]

Reece was at his wit's end. Sharing a small dorm room with Kurt was challenging enough, but the real torment came from Kurt's habit of never updating his wardrobe, particularly his sneakers. These weren’t just any sneakers; they were an ancient, battle-scarred pair that had seen better days, probably back when they were new in the early 2000s. The stench that emanated from them was like a toxic cloud, enveloping the room whenever Kurt kicked them off after a long day.

Day after day, Reece aired his grievances. "Kurt, man, those sneakers are biohazards. You need new ones, like, yesterday," he'd say, pinching his nose in dramatic fashion.

But Kurt just shrugged, his response always some variation of, "They're broken in. I like 'em."

Weeks passed, and Reece's complaints grew more desperate. He tried everything from leaving subtle hints to outright begging, but to no avail. Kurt's sneakers remained a staple in their shared space, their smell intensifying with each passing day.

One evening, as Reece was once again lamenting the state of their room, Kurt's patience snapped. With a mischievous grin, he pulled out his phone and tapped on an app no one had ever seen before – the "TF App," which stood for "Transformation."

"You want to shut up about my sneakers?" Kurt asked, his eyes glinting with an odd light. Before Reece could respond, Kurt pressed the screen.

In a flash of light, Reece felt an odd sensation, like every part of him was being flattened and reshaped. When he came to, he was no longer human but had become a pair of insoles. Not just any insoles, but ones designed to fit perfectly inside Kurt's repulsive sneakers.

Kurt, with a chuckle, pulled out the old, worn-out insoles and replaced them with Reece. The horror for Reece was immediate and overwhelming. As Kurt shoved his bare, sweat-drenched feet into the sneakers, the experience was magnified for Reece. His senses were heightened; every odor was amplified, every touch was a nightmare.

Kurt's feet were the epitome of nastiness. They were unwashed for days, covered in a thick layer of sweat and grime, with nails that hadn't seen a clipper in ages. The smell was like a physical entity, invading what would have been Reece's nose if he had one. And the taste, oh, the taste was worse – salty, bitter, with a hint of whatever Kurt had stepped in that day.

Reece would have screamed if he could, but all he could do was absorb the horror of his new existence. Each step Kurt took was a crushing blow, each second an eternity of suffering. The irony was cruel; Reece, who hated feet more than anything, was now intimately acquainted with the very thing he despised.

As days turned into weeks, Kurt's feet only grew more vile, and Reece's torment seemed without end. But in this bizarre twist of fate, perhaps Reece would finally learn to keep his complaints to himself – or at least, that was what Kurt hoped as he laced up his sneakers, ready for another day of college life, with his former roommate underfoot.

As time wore on, the melding of Reece into Kurt's sneakers became complete. The insoles, a source of pure horror for Reece, now conformed so perfectly to Kurt's feet that they seemed like they were part of him. But for Reece, this melding was a never-ending nightmare.

With each step Kurt took, the terror in Reece's existence was palpable. His senses, unnaturally heightened, were assaulted by the constant stench and sweat of Kurt's feet. The pressure of each footfall was a reminder of his loss of humanity, his once vibrant life reduced to the sensation of being crushed and molded underfoot.

Kurt, oblivious to the true horror of his former roommate's plight, reveled in the newfound comfort. His feet felt supported and cushioned in a way they never had before. He walked with an ease that suggested he was floating rather than walking. But as he noticed this miraculous change, a decision brewed in his mind, one that would seal Reece's fate.

One night, while lounging with his feet propped up, Kurt pulled out the TF app. He contemplated the reversal process, but the thought of returning to discomfort was unbearable. With a cold resolve, he deleted the reverse data, ensuring Reece could never return to his human form.

"Sorry, man," Kurt said aloud, though he knew Reece couldn't respond. "But you make the best insoles I've ever had."

Reece, trapped within the confines of the insoles, was in constant, silent horror. He tried to scream, to plead, to beg for his humanity back, but his voice was gone, replaced by the silent endurance of inanimate suffering. Each day was a relentless cycle of sensory overload; the smell, the taste, the feel of Kurt's feet were all magnified to torturous levels.

He felt every step, every shift in weight, every moment Kurt's feet rested on him. The horror of his situation never dulled; instead, it grew with each passing second. He was aware, acutely so, of every moment, every touch, and yet, he was powerless, voiceless, his protests nothing more than the inaudible cries of a sentient insole.

Kurt, now accustomed to this perfect fit, wore his sneakers more than ever, seldom taking them off, even when he could. He had no idea of the torment he was perpetuating with every step. For Reece, there was no escape, no relief, just an endless, horrifying existence as the insoles beneath Kurt's feet. His mind, trapped in this cruel reality, could do nothing but endure, hoping against hope for a miracle that would never come.

[itswilliamleonard]

hard to be a dad

[doctorforks]

Old hag

[zivazivc]

What kind of nu metal music fits Les's band?

First of all I gotta clarify that I sent this ask myself because I accidentally lost the original through constant editing and drafting. I realize I could just make a regular text post but I'm quirky like that, and a question is a nice little attention grabber for those who are interested.

Anyway...

It's hard to point at one song and say this is their sound, because A: I'm picky, B: the band's style changes over time, and C: I don't know what I'm doing lmao

This answer is very long uhh I don't seem to be able to form short responses, mi scusi 😅

Back at home the brothers' music and then also the first year on the road with Flea the band sounds like the albums Music and especially Grassroots by 311. (Grassroots is such a banger of an album, I listen to it all the time, really recommend.)

Hed's the main influence on the band's sound because he's the main vocalist, songwriter and overall the most invested in the band succeeding (Les's main concern is making ends meet, and Flea is just enjoying the ride lol). At the start Hed and Les have had basically no contact with Rock Trolls so even though they're both more metal/punk than regular rock, their "rock side" is softer at this point. Hed also grew up with hip hop because of his peers so there's a lot of rapping in his lyrics. And he also incorporates reggae into his style a lot because of his favorite uncle, Kymani (one of the guys who live with Ish) who is a Reggae Troll. Hed is pretty much a sponge when it comes to music, much like Floyd. The closest I can come to describing his genre is a fusion of Rap Metal and Reggae Rock which are both already fusion genres jskksdjsk

(The band 311 has two singers and oddly they both sound like Hed and Les to me. SA Martinez (the higher of the two voices) sounds 100%, exactly like how I've imagined Hed's voice in my head. For Les I have a different voice claim because Les's personal style of music is much different from the band, but Nick Hexum (the lead vocalist here) is still in the second place when it comes to voice alone. Imagine my enthusiastic surprise finding voices for both brothers in the same band 😄)

examples from the two albums:

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While driving around and performing small gigs they come in contact with the alternative and nu metal scene and meet a lot of Rock Trolls (mostly various Metal Trolls) and other mixed trolls, and in the following couple of years their sound gradually becomes heavier (Hed rediscovers screamo lol) and they go from rock to metal.

A year into their "touring" is also around the time Hed meets and starts dating Liv and gets her to join the band. Liv's genre has the heaviest sound of all of them (Industrial/EBM), which influences Hed and the band too. And with Liv on the drums, Hed takes over DJ-ing and is also able to put more focus on the vocals, which also makes Les step down and only sing backing vocals with the rest of the band if needed.

The band in this era sounds like the album Revolution by Insolence and to some degree Introduction to Mayhem by Primer 55.

examples from the albums:

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Two years into the bands existence is when Floyd runs into them. At first he's more just standing there, observing their practices and performances warily, because he's had bad experiences with Rock Trolls in his one year alone and metal music still kinda freaks him out at this point. But he soon starts joining in in melodic parts and then it progresses into him singing longer and longer segments because he has the strongest vocals of everyone. And once he saves enough of his earnings for a guitar he starts playing the rhythm guitar too. (The guitar he took with him when he left the Troll Tree got stolen before he met the band.)

I guess I should clarify: Flea is the lead guitarist, Les is the bassist, and Liv and Hed switch on the drums and DJ-ing depending on the track. At one point they also get a keyboard.

It's also not that long before Hed and Floyd start actively writing songs together, sharing each others notes, and they start to split the singing parts more evenly. Hed even teaches Floyd screamo techniques, because he thinks Floyd has a great voice for them (He is correct, Floyd has a mean scream 😁).

During this time the band still pretty much sounds like Revolution by Insolence but with more melodic singing parts from Floyd (and screaming/shouting lmao). I think Verge of Umbra is another good band to compare, it sounds more clean and Floydy but still Hedy. (Man, I should write scientific research papers skjdkjf)

↑↑↑ song with the lyrics from the drawing at the top

From here on out I'm a bit unsure how the band's sound develops, but I'm pretty sure Floyd would unintentionally infect them with a mild case of radio friendliness (Pop trolls can't help their in your face nature lmao 😞). So for now I'm stopping here...

This took me days of searching and writing so I would appreciate to hear any thoughts you have if you've come this far and given some of the songs a listen. :)

[fishnchip3011]

assorted sketches

[rose-madder-gaze]

You have learned the beginning; Go from mine to the other.

Be together; eat, dance, despair, Sleep, be threatened, endure. You will know the way of that.

[littlebigmouse]

Edward Elric actually perfectly average size (164 cm / 5.3 ft) for a fifteen year old child in 1914.

It's just that he's usually compared to his brother, Alphonse Elric, who appears way over 6 ft tall at the age of 14.

Alphonse is an outlier and should not have been counted.

[tennessoui]

it's been so long since i did a sith obi-wan au so like - how about an au where the sith are almost as established as the jedi (a temple, an order, followers numbering in the hundreds/thousands) but things are a bit more diplomatic in the galaxy (it's definitely tense but not all out war just yet)

so both the sith and jedi orders are alerted to a new rising power in the outer rim.....on tatooine of all places. a slave rebellion, led by shmi skywalker, has toppled the hutts. it's said that this new leader, queen of tatooine, has the Force's favor....but more importantly than that, shmi skywalker is a new galactic player, with a lot of money and a lot of support.....and a son of marriageable age.

cue both the jedi and the sith sending a delegation to tatooine - ostensibly to nurture galactic relations between their orders and the new power, but also to lowkey seduce shmi skywalker's son into marriage/a relationship because everyone knows that a parent's heart follows their children's happiness.

sith!obi-wan aka darth solence is selected to lead the sith seduction attempt. he's pretty confident - after all, he's led hundreds of seduction missions at this point, and he'd suffer a thousand different humiliations for the sake of the order of the sith who took him in after the jedi sent him to the agricorps.

the only problem is that he arrives on tatooine and shmi skywalker's son, anakin, is the most bland, boring, two-dimensional boy to ever breathe. he's completely uninterested in politics, in history, in the Force---he'd rather talk about pod-racing and--and Coruscanti daytime holo shows than anything of actual interest!

good thing the prince's manservant, kitster, is almost always hanging around. he's wrong about many things, obi-wan finds, but he's passionate. passionate and beautiful. oh, he loves pod-racing just as much as the prince, but he's fascinated by the Force and ready to tear obi-wan's eyes out over a passing negative observation on a droid. and did obi-wan mention that he's beautiful? with his golden curls and sky blue eyes and fierce scowl and broad shoulders and prominent eyebrows and even more prominent lips? the sith, as a general rule, appreciate passion, anger. beauty. obi-wan adores them as well.

but kitster the man servant isn't the person obi-wan has been flown to tatooine to seduce--he's duty-bound to seduce prince anakin. even if being around him feels like pulling his teeth out with rusty pliers.

if only obi-wan knew that shmi skywalker is more suspicious about the galaxy than she lets on. more protective of her son, too. if only he knew that her son, anakin, had a best friend growing up named kitster, who owed them both just enough life-debts to convince him to trade places with shmi's son for the length of the delegations' visit.

it's an easy sell after all -- who doesn't want to be a prince for a few weeks, no harm done?

[domestic-fluff]

My favorite farm bunny/boy!!

He harvesting

[anon-sect]

Can you transform me into a pair of insoles for my buddy's football cleats?

Picture source: @coachesdreams

Daison wondered why his football cleats hurt his feet after every practice and game. They were his favorite pair, but they were doing a number on his feet when he took them off. He did have them for several years prior, but just the start of this year, they weren't so comfortable on his feet. He peeled back the tongue to see that the insoles in both cleats were a mess. His feet had done a number on them over the years.

Daison saw these as his lucky cleats. His team had won the championship for the past three years. He didn't want to trash them for some new cleats. So he decided to buy some new insoles to make them comfortable again. Every new pair of insoles just weren't comfortable enough for his standard.

Kevin noticed a little frustration on his friend's face. "What's the matter?" He asked.

"It's my cleats. The insoles are badly worn out, and other insoles just aren't cutting it. My feet still hurt, but I don't want to get rid of my lucky cleats." Daison spoke, trying to come up with another solution, but about to give in to buying a new pair.

"Hmmm, there is one other solution, but it's extreme." Kevin spoke, not sure if his buddy wanted to try it.

Daison was intrigued. "What is it?" He asked since it was extreme.

"You can turn a human into your insoles. There is a rumor that human transformed objects last longer, can be durable, and are super comfortable to wear. But, honestly, thinking of making a human be your insoles you step on is sort of crazy." Kevin answered him.

Daison actually was considering it. Durable and comfortable insoles were what he wanted. Just the thought that another human being would be suffering under his feet just to make his feet comfortable was extreme, but also win for him. He could keep his lucky cleats and have a good pair of insoles. "How do you go about turning another human being into insoles, maybe?" He asked.

Kevin was surprised that Daison was actually considering it. "Well, they have to drink a durability formula first. Then, you transform them via a TF Ray device or download the TF Ray app onto your phone. Finally, you have your human transformed insoles." He paused for a moment. "But think about what you are considering. You would force another human being to support your feet. Doesn't that sound cruel?" He added.

Daison realized his buddy wasn't too fond of it. "You're right. I will replace my lucky cleats." He spoke an answer that Kevin would accept. Yet, he wasn't going to turn down such a good idea.

FOUR DAYS LATER......

Kevin was sitting over at Daison's house watching tv when his buddy brought him a drink. He tasted it and it was so good. He had drunk the entire contents of the glass within seconds. He saw Daison smiling at him and noticed he had barely drunk some of his. He saw him pick up his phone and flash the camera from his phone. He lost consciousness instantly.

Daison was surprised it really worked. The TF Ray app on his phone had instantly changed his buddy into a pair of insoles. He picked them up. He was so amazed. They felt different than normal insoles you buy in a store. "I know you didn't agree to this, but you gave me a good idea. You can't blame me for wanting to try it out. I put durability formula in your drink. It should make you last a while under my feet." He paused, still examining his new insoles. "I am just going to wear you for this week's practice. I will turn you back to normal next week." He spoke as he went to his football cleats. He removed the worn-out insoles and put in his new ones. He couldn't wait till tomorrow's practice. He really was looking forward to testing out his new insoles.

Kevin woke up to hear his friend's words. He was turned into a pair of insoles. When he was shoved into his football cleats, he was bombarded with a foul foot odor that saturated all of the insides of the cleats. He was literally trapped in it totally against his will by his friend. The mention of a week long football practice gave him thoughts about what he was about to endure, not including the foul stench of the cleats.

ONE WEEK LATER........

Daison was so amazed. Everything that Kevin told him was so true. His feet felt wonderful on the football field. Practice was sometimes almost three hours every day, yet his feet came back feeling great. The insoles held up all week long. He even saw that they had molded to his feet perfectly. The insoles smelled just like the rest of the insides of the cleats at the end of the week. Human transformed objects are way better than normal objects, he concluded. It was decision time. Should he keep his new insoles or keep his word. He wasn't sure which to choose. So he decided to let fate decide Kevin's new destiny. He decided heads for keeping his word and tails for keeping his insoles. With one flip, it came up tails. He then erased Kevin's data from the app, further ensuring that his buddy could never be human again.

"You are my insoles now. I deleted your reverse information from the app. Sorry, but I need really good insoles, and normal insoles can't replace what you do for my feet. But don't worry, I will make sure you and my feet have many days together for a very long time. Thanks for your sacrifice." Daison spoke to his insoles before going to take a shower.

Kevin was slightly devastated at the news. He had endured a week of hell under his buddy's feet. All the drills and constant running had molded his insole bodies to form the perfect comfort for his feet. He no longer had that fresh smell. He smelled just like Daison's sweaty feet. Each step was pain personified that he had no words to describe. He was just used as an object under his feet without the slightest care of how he was feeling. Now to be told by his friend that this was his life permanently, shocked him, yet he shouldn't have been surprised. It was his idea in the beginning. He simply accepted that his new existence was just to be under Daison's feet forever now. Honestly, though, he thought there were worse fates than this one.

[spookythesillyfella]

hv tracey trying to remedy their word problemz with help from other traceyz ¥_^

★ featuring @jumjum-crafts 'z and @chamom1le-t3a 'z traceyz

[queendomcosplay]

Tony Colette really UWU’d too close to the sun this week

[guessimdumb]

Thee Headcoatees - All My Feelings Denied (1994)

[undercover-stories]

If my sibling was being insulted and despised by everyone simply for choosing an unorthodox path, I would have defended her till my dying breath. Rip Jiang Cheng but I'm built different