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Ever wondered what it's like to drown? Story of opposites. There's peace in water. Like it's holding you, whispering in low tones to let it in. And every problem in the world will fade away. But then, there's this thingā¦in your head, and it's raging. Lighting every nerve with madness. To fight. To survive. - Arcane
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My problem with the Will Wood fandom, (a.k.a touch grass, a.k.a stan culture can suck it) (an essay.)
This one is LONG and a DOOZY, so buckle up if you like to read.
just want to clarify, i do NOT hate the will wood fandom in itself. AT ALL. I love you guys (/p)
i just dislike the people who say weird and creepy shit. if that doesnt apply to you, cool! but tell the people who do that shit to knock it off.
NO DISCOURSE IN THE REBLOGS I WILL ATTACK YOU
One HUGE gripe I have with the Will Wood fandom is how some of you guys treat Will Wood like (and this is literally the only way I can put this that isn't too serious) some all-powerful deity of knowledge that you would kill AND die for. In this essay, I will explain why [some of] you are fucking creeps.
Will Wood. Where do I begin. For the very few who are unaware, Will Wood is a singer-songwriter who makes very strange avant garde whatchamacallit evil jazz/swing music. He has been known as Will Wood since 2015, where he released his first album, Everything Is A Lot, under the name Will Wood and the Tapeworms.
Me personally, I first heard of him from the song Dr. Sunshine Is Dead, from the good old days of 2018 animation meme Youtube.
Ever since the inevitable Tiktokification of the song I / Me / Myself, from The Normal Album, the Will Wood fandom has become... well.. full of children. I have no place to speak, of course, because I myself, am a teenager, but I'm talking like. 11-14 year olds.
11-14 year olds who are all fucking INSANE.
Will Wood has been put in what I like to call;
The Holy Trinity.
This being the big three artists who the mentally ill queers (like me) listen to.
Lemon Demon, Tally Hall, and of course, Will Wood.
Being in this holy trinity has both done him good, and bad. On the positive side, yay!! More streams, more plays, more people to appreciate the craft, and more people who like the music! On the negative side, now you have an army of children listening to adult music, interacting with adult music and music videos, who are willing to do ANYTHING to get your attention, because they are young and don't know much better.
And here, stuck in the middle of it all, is poor William.
Stuck as a straight "gay icon," in a sea of twelve year olds.
Well shit.
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Leading to the second part of my half-essay.
2020. The year shit changed for Will Wood. The Normal Album was released, and people found themselves relating to I / Me / Myself, as stated before. Then this "new," unheard of fandom was kind of birthed upon Tiktok. They were treating him like fucking jesus.
Which is weird.
They were sad, gay, looking for answers, and found them in Will's music. Which is like. Cool!
But when people were saying that he was trans, and then switched up and said he was making fun of trans people?
Yeah. Not that cool actually.
Coming back to the present now, Will has stated how weird these kids are.
In a response from a AMA for In Case I Make It on the official Will Wood subreddit, (I know. Ew, gross, Reddit, but this post was what inspired me to make this in the first place, so,) Will says this:
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"When I was living in the sticks along the Delaware during the pandemic, I had this weird sort of mystical thing going on inside my head that was trying connect dots in my life and turn meaningless nothing things into signs that I would die.
This was happening around the same time I was dealing with getting actual public attention for the first time, and was living in an area where nobody wore masks, and was living with people who were at risk of serious covid complications if they caught it. Also for most of it I was the dreaded 27, and having been a bit of a junkie in my younger years and an idiot with a barely-treated psychiatric wreck in my brain for most of the ones following it, it was not unlike me to assume I'd die young.
It just seemed too perfect.
As I was dealing with the reception of the normal album (my first truly scathing reviews, I/Me/Myself "discourse," being the subject of conversation on a larger scale) which was beyond what I was prepared for psychologically in terms of its scope and type, my anxious rumination started to veer toward genuine paranoia.
I started thinking that I would die by my own hand or be murdered by one of these crazed Will Wood fans in the dead of night. So I didn't sleep like ever, I lost a bunch of weight and couldn't gain it back for a while, I freaked out a whole bunch and I'm surprised looking back I never lost my sobriety or whatever.
Since it started to look more and more like cosmic fact that I was doomed, I started to feel greater and greater desperation to get out these songs that I had been quietly writing over the previous year or two. Songs I'd written while going through a big breakup and wrestling with rotten parts of me that were finally accessible due to my finally being properly medicated and dealing with the real shit in therapy. And then songs I'd written as I went through these changes."
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Obviously that is a lot to unpack for a Tumblr essay, but since youāre this far, you probably read it all already.
āStans,ā as most would call them, and āStan Cultureā as a whole, is just a huge wreck. Everyone is always fighting someone. We know this. We all do. Stans scare artists.Ā
I want you to think. Think of the artists who are inspired by Will Wood. The ones who want to cater out their music to the Will Wood fans. Imagine if you will, those artists seeing that AMA post, seeing the crazed fans, seeing the relentless sexualization, the jokes about serious issues, like Willās past drug use, seeing all of this and thinking:
āIs it really worth it?
Is it really worth all of this to make music and put myself out there?ā
Now, that may make you uncomfortable, but it's the honest truth. And it's happened to so many people, and so many artists.Ā
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And now a message to the disgraced kids who managed to latch on to Will Woodās music.
Treating a musical artist like a god is not gonna help anyone. Iād know. Iāve seen it happen multiple times, to multiple artists.Ā
I guess what Iām trying to say is think before posting on the internet. Think to yourself; would I say this to the artist's face? Could someone see this and think differently of me? Is this just weird to say in general?
Remember that these people are real people. Will Wood is a real person. With real thoughts. real feelings. a life to live. He's not just some music making machine. Heās not just some silly character. Heās not just some whimsical guy who we can all project onto.
Will Wood is a real person, and everyone should treat him that way.Ā
Thank you for reading.
(I will edit this essay if I think of anything else to add. That or I'll just reblog it.)
#will wood#will wood and the tapeworms#wwatt#everything is a lot#self ish#self-ish#the normal album#in case i make it#in case i die#the real will wood#litwtc#life in the world to come#chris dunne#music#stan culture#essay#long post#peazy's yapping#lemon demon#tally hall#i / me / myself#drug mention#tw drugs#tw death#lgbtq#alternative music#rant
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Trigger Warnings for very brief alluding to, and thus mentions of, child abuse/endangerment, and of swearing (all under the cut).
This is born from the discussion with @edutainer2022 the other day (hope you don't mind the tag!) that is still running circles in my mind.
Setting the scene: imagine for a moment that Scott is being questioned on the stand. By this point, the news and the media have been running wild with speculations, and there have been many vultures swooping in to try and rip the Tracy family, their company and/or International Rescue apart. Many lawsuits have been filed in succession, many rumours (some baseless, some probably true) are swirling.
The world is starting to doubt the legitimacy and integrity of iR and those who run it.
*puts this out there and runs for the hills*
.....
Prosecutor: Mr. Tracy, have you ever abused your youngest brother, Alan Tracy?
Scott: How fucking dare you?! Of course I haven't! He's my brother!
Prosecutor: Mr. Tracy, how old was Alan when you allowed him into your organisation?
Scott: ... Alan was never sent on a mission alone until he was fully trained and fully experiencedā
Prosecutor: With respect, Mr. Tracy, that wasn't my question. I asked you how old he was.
Scott: When he first joined, he was fifteen. When he first started flying, he was sixteen.
Prosecutor: And his first solo mission was not long after that?
Scott: ... I'd say it was almost a year later.
Prosecutor: So you admit you had a minor working for you?
Scott: What? No! What we do at International Rescue isn't exactly work...
Prosecutor: Alright, let me rephrase it, then. You admit you allowed your younger brother, a minor, to participate in the dangerous day-to-day activities International Rescue undertake?
Scott: When you put it like that, it sounds bad, I get it, but that's not the full story! Alanā
Prosecutor: Was a minor, a child, who you allowed to be constantly put into danger!
Scott: It wasn't like that!
Prosecutor: I think you'll find that willful child endangerment constitutes abuse, Mr. Tracy.
....
In short, thank God the world trusts the Tracy family in these shows because they'd be so screwed if people ever did turn against them. I think The Imposters came closest to what could happen, but even then (as an episode that had to have the story be solved by the end) they didn't really delve into it all that much.
Disclaimer to say that the timings and ages for Alan are probably not accurate and are just placeholders. I began writing and it spiralled. Not even confident about posting this because it's so unfinished but I needed to get it out.
#these ideas will not leave my mind#thunderbirds are go#five rambles#thunderbirds fanfiction#scott tracy#alan tracy#tw swearing#tw child abuse#long ish post#five fics
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; hullo !! Shoutout to:
men who take estrogen
women who take testosterone
men who take testosterone
women who take estrogen
intersex people who take estrogen
intersex people who take testosterone
intersex people who take neither ( but ppl always assume " you must take one or the other right ?? " )
transmen who don't take anything
transwomen who don't take anything
transmen who've had top surgery
transmen who haven't had top surgery
transmen who want top surgery but can't / are waiting
transwomen who've gotten implants
transwomen who haven't gotten implants
transwomen who want implants but can't / are waiting
transwomen who's boobs grew naturally on E
intersex people who have beards and boobs
intersex people who are " visibly / obviously intersex "
intersex people who aren't " visibly / obviously intersex "
intersex people who have taken HRT willingly
intersex people who were forced into taking HRT and now have trauma around it and refuse to take HRT / don't want to take HRT
intersex people who were forced into taking HRT and now have trauma around it but still take / want to take HRT
enbies who take testosterone
enbies who take estrogen
enbies who take neither
nonbinary intersex people
intersex people who don't identify as non-binary / are smth else
trans men who shave
trans women who don't shave
intersex people who have been rejected from queer spaces / felt unsafe in queer spaces
transmen who have been rejected from queer spaces / felt unsafe in queer spaces
transwomen who have been rejected from queer spaces / felt unsafe in queer spaces
intersex people who don't like it / its being used on them ( due to trauma or not )
intersex people who do like it / its being used on them ( whether they have trauma about it or not )
trans people who don't like it / its being used on them ( due to trauma or not )
trans people who do like it / its being used on them ( whether they have trauma about it or not )
transmascs / transfems who don't identify as a man / woman
transmascs who identify as women / fem-aligned / non-binary
transfems who identify as men / masc-aligned / non-binary
; y'all and your experiences aren't included much I find, and I think it's really important to do so since you're a part of the queer community as much as anyone else is. And since we are queer, there's no reason we should have to fit into tiny boxes or be excluded for " not making sense " etc. Love all of you + the ones not on this list !! /gen
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I Still Remember It All
So, I wrote this crying last night at midnightā¦itās about my grandpa who I lost on this day 2 years ago, feel free to ignore this post, itās mainly me rambling and being weepy and sentimental.
Itās been 2 years since my grandfather died, and Iām feeling it now. He was the kindest, sweetest, loyal, devoted, most gentle man youād ever want to meet. His demeanor changed once he started having strokes in his later years, but he never said a harsh word to me or tried to hurt me.
My childhood was filled with wonderful moments with him, from seeing this sweet older man who rarely raised his voice go wild on a snake, to helping him in the garden in the summers, to pitting cherries with him in the kitchen, to listening to him sing and whistle constantly, to watching westerns with him, to eating meals beside him, to being picked up from school for nearly 4 years by him.
I was his baby, and as I became older and he became sicker itās like he became my baby. I would āgrandpa-sitā when my grandma was in the hospital or at the doctor. I cut his nails, shaved him, did his hair, dressed him, cooked for him, and fed him when he got to the point he could not do this for himself and my grandma could no longer help him.
A lot of people may say you shouldnāt have had to do that stuff for him, you were a kid. True, I was 13 when it started, when I became my grandparents primary caregiver. But I would go back in a heartbeat. They are my world and my grandpa is the father I wish I could have had. My father has been good to me, heād provided for me and helped me, but he has a volatile personality, to put it mildly, so itās hard.
But my grandfatherā¦he was special, our bond was special He always wanted to have another daughter after my mom, and part of me thinks that maybe he saw me as the second daughter he never got to have.
He never knew me by my nameā¦he only knew me by my nickname that he gifted me the day I was born: āPopcorn.ā Unusual, yes, but he had a sharp mind that knew that was perfect for me.
He even made a song about me, I wish I had recorded it, but I didnāt have the capability at the time he was still able to sing it. It went like this:
āPopcorn, popcorn sittinā on a rock
Popcorn, popcorn way behind
Popcorn, popcorn sittinā on a rock
Popcorn, Popcorn way behindā¦ā
I can hear him singing itā¦Itās my head right nowā¦.Maybe heās singing it to our daughter, tomorrowās birthday girl, right nowā¦
I truly think that Alexandria wanted a grandfather for her 1st birthday, and thatās why God took him home on this day, 2 years agoā¦
The flowers from his sprayā¦he had blue eyes and was a welder, so the silver leaves seem fittingā¦
Until we meet again, grandpaā¦Please take care of our baby girl, all my love ~ Popcorn
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Greetings you, do grace us with some unhinged Sun headcanons in these trying times ;3
How dawe you! 83 Well, I on antibiotics and got small cat bite infection, so I will do my best:
Sun does his best to keep you at the Daycare. He sometimes will go against his code and create a mess, saying that both of us missed a spot. You never believe it, but you still help the ray of sunshine out. Sun's just happy to be able to enjoy your radiance for even longer.
Anytime anyone seems like they're even daring to like you, Sun prances up behind you, silently. His eyes turn black with pinprick white pupils. He slouches over, turns his head to the side, and his smile widens ever-so-slightly. It works in freaking people out and it makes others evade you completely if Sundrop just looks in their direction. It makes you feel lonely and self-conscious...perfect~
Sundrop has definitely followed you home, surprisingly being sneaky and quiet. He oftentimes just watches you through a window from a distance, tracking your heat signature. Although, he does treat himself by climbing through your bedroom window and watching you sleep.
You have woken up in the morning with strange marks on your shoulder or neck. As if something was trying to puncture your skin. Strange. Try not to think about it. Suppress.
Moon has to talk Sun out of kidnapping you or wanting to squeeze you tightly. He knows Sun desperately wants to take care of you in any way, even if he was the one to cause the injury. He is...somewhat helpless to stop him. Despite being more of a parental figure, Moon still enjoys you almost as much as Sun.
Yes, Sun has also stolen wardrobe, dirty and clean, from your home.
Sundrop has affectionately called you a whore and a slut. Unfortunately, his filter blocks those words by making him say you're a wonderful person or that you're silly. But judging by the hunger and desperation in his eyes, you feel it's something more dangerous. Suppress.
It's no longer just tiny punctures. There are actual hickies and bite marks now. Is that blood that you see? Suppress.
He's getting closer and closer to you. His hands wander along your body as the two of you and the children watch Disney movies. He tells you that he would "knit" for you, but that's not what he actually meant. Suppress.
No matter where you go in the Pizzaplex, eyes are all on you, but you never see where. All you know is that Sundrop treats your brief absence as if you had gone off to war. He hugs you so tightly that you can't speak, so you punch his shoulder to make him stop. He does...but finds your panic adorable. Suppress. Just don't think about it.
On your walks home from work, an unsafe feeling creeps up on you. You bought a taser and pepper spray, just in case. But something tells you that your need more than that. Someone has followed you into your home. You thi- know who it is. How can you stop such a force? Don't think about it. Stop.
Sun's not at work the next day? Where could he be? He would never miss out on the little...spawns, as he often called them. Did he always dislike them? Is that why mutters so disdainfully when the Daycare is open and when it closes? Where is he!? Just keep working. Don't think about it!
You worked with the kids all day and no sign of Sun. No one has seen him. You walk home from work and keep this icy chill down your spine. Your friends suddenly stopped talking to you. They say they are scared. Scared of a figure that lured behind you like a shadow and are angry you didnt tell them about a boyfriend, yet tell you to break up with them. Who are they talking about? You have no other home but your own. Stop. Suppress.
You get home. Your lights are all on and you KNOW you turned them off! Suppress.
The curtains are still closed, yet you can hear humming. Suppress.
You unlock the door and open it so, so slowly. You're not breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Suppress.
Oh, it's Sunny. He's in your home, wearing an apron, and gave you a cutesy finger wave. He welcomes you back and he has the warmest grin on his face, while he's making you dinner. He also "reminds" you that you should really get a deadbolt on your door, never know who may come in. It's so domestic and calm...but you feel like your one small thread cut away from breaking down and crying.
It's okay. Sundrop is here. You- ...He found you. Suppress.
#i had too much fun at the end there lol#solar flare#kinda-ish#virus sundrop#evil sundrop#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#fnaf#fnaf sundrop#fnaf sun#possessive sun#sundrop x reader#sun x reader#headcanons#tw stalking#tw possessive behavior#tw obsessive behavior#long post
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@bishonenprince sent in an ask ;; ā i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ā -yusuke. fox man fox man fox man. lil weird broke fox man lfkrl;kgg
Yusuke gasped softly as he turned to the other. They had journeyed into the newly found entrance to Mementos, well in reality it had been found a few months ago and it was where the two had first run into one another.
He had not expected to run into another Persona user here in Kyoto but still. He had found himself greatful for the accompaniment as he used to have a similar arrangement with his dear friend - Joker. He would come here to sketch and gain inspiration for a piece, he had found himself lacking in it once again and had decided to come back.
However the words that fell from the other's lips were not ones he could say he expected to hear. There isn't a nervousness in him but he does put his brush and pad back to where they normal sit on his belt.
"What makes you say that?"
Sora had the Fox's fully attention in this moment, though he is hoping this isn't about to become a fight, but he will not hesitate if it does.
How foolish of him.
How naive had he been, so caught up in things. He really hadn't seen the signs had he? Was he truly that out of tune with others even after all this time that he was still so blind to it?
He grunts slightly and in his shock has stepped back from the other. It had been too convenient the timing of the Metaverse returning with an entryway here to Mementos at the very least and he being the only one who had been nearby - everyone else busy was that he would check it out. That being his first run in and meeting with the other.
"How!? Why would you say that?!"
Yusuke is demanding in his questions, his fist balled up tight now. This betrayal stung, one he had not felt since he had first discovered the truth of his teacher and had the rose coloured glasses ripped from his eyes.
However this time he was different, it was different. This time wasn't his first time in feeling this way and having to deal with the situation in a way.
He hadn't even realised for a moment that Gorokichi had appeared behind him, faintly but he was there, after all they were stood in the Cognitive World.
And so Fox takes a deep breathe as Gorokichi's form becomes solid, it had been some time since the last outing and full on fight but he wasn't about to go down easily.
"I won't be so easy to do that, I won't go down so easily!"
#muse ;; yusuke / fox#answered asks ;; we hope these threads can guide you#bishonenprince#{ there was two ways to take this so I did both }#{ the more angsty ish one is under the cut }#tw; long post
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Been using aac more past few days so decided was nice chance talk about personal experience
Iāve used multiple apps for aac.
let me talk, proloquo, coughdrop, chatterboard, touchchat. Avaz, text to speech, TD snap and Grid 3 (supercore 50, wordpower 60 &100, symbol talker B & D).
Tried so many apps because spent whole life struggling with communication and voice and once learnt about aac wanted to make sure actually worked for me. Shockingly faced just about same problem with all the apps.
With aac you need to have an understanding (atleast small one) of verbs nounās adjectives location positions. Needed understanding of how to organize words because they have very specific locations. Thatās problem mainly face. Because everything is set a certain way, donāt want to ruin that look. But app doesnāt come with all the words need. So have customize for self.
Another problem is need aac more then willing to use. Because scared what family say. Donāt have app/ device like need. Is easier just not say what need then bother trying and people get wrong. Have been trying use when need but is hard, almost impossible to do so.
My speech sucks, which is why have moderate- severe speech impairment. And then fact 5 year old niece can speak better then me hurts. Because when 5 still couldnāt speak. Didnāt actually speak until 7-8 and it wasnāt until 10-12 that became more recognizable.
And with amount of apps have used still donāt know which right for me. They all work but have just as many problems am at point where want to give up. There is always something stopping me from speaking wither itās verbal speech or aac. Itās discouraging and some people have thankfully give courage to keep trying, but only get so much courage
#speech4amy#actually autistic#part time aac user#long post#will eventually do actually post about experience with aac but today just sad#tw vent ish#aac user#speech impairment
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The affliction that immortals face, regardless of their status or species, results from the relentless passage of time. It's a curse that gradually takes hold when life no longer provides the same exhilarating experiences and sensations that it once did. The only way to counteract this encroaching numbness is for immortals to resort to increasingly extreme measures, no matter how perilous or ethically questionable, to simply feel something, anything at all. This insatiable desperation drives them to constantly seek refuge in various forms of inebriation as they yearn for even a fleeting moment of respite from their unending existence.
Pit was no exception.
The repulsive words from a vile demon stabbed into his ego, thrashing at his human heart and invading the pride of his soul. Captain Pit's divinity rejoiced in their bloody dance while his humanity suffered, longing for the return of his friend who was lost to the Darkness.
As Anti-Aqua's eyes dim and her struggles weaken, Pit feels mixed emotions, but disappointment is predominant among them. Aqua had been a loyal friend and companion throughout his journey under Palutena's guidance. He can't help but wonder if things are too easy; he knows from experience that Aqua is a formidable force to be reckoned with. Seeing her succumb so quickly to this lowly demon is almost insulting. Seeing such a powerful ally overtaken in this way is a tragic waste.
Teeth gnash together, creating a bone-chilling sound that reverberates through the air. The deadly tightening grip never lets up as those Caribbean blues glow in their merciless tides, contrasting their once serene appearance. The sudden transformation of these once tranquil waters into a raging storm is a stark reminder of the immense power within the Captain of Angels. But that's what they were, weren't they? They were more than just soldiers; they were warriors, shaped and molded into weapons, ready to serve as tools in the name of Light.
But even the most brilliant light casts the deepest shadow.
"ARAGGGHH!!"
His pain is an exquisite agony, a searing and electrifying sensation that courses through his entire body, originating from Pegasus's delicate and vulnerable wings. Amidst the chaos and roars surrounding him, there may be hints of laughter amidst his suffering. It's difficult to discern whether Pit simply copes with the situation or genuinely finds humor in their predicament as if it were a cruel and twisted joke. He hadn't been in a good fight in a long time; oh, did this demon play dirty, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Only the divine bled Ichor, and only humans bled crimson. The deepest blues stain his wing and toga, neither human nor divine. And now it stains Anti-Aqua as they roll violently into dark water.
Kiss me deadly is what the lioness's mawful of teeth demand; bloody, raw, violent, and invading. The taste of metal and something so indescribable, foul, and cold crawls into Pit's mouth; it feels alive and hungry, squirming as it forces its way down his throat.
The events unfolded in a blur, each passing moment like an eternity. The initial impact of the water against the Captain's skin went unnoticed amidst the chaos. Desperately clinging onto Anti-Aqua's neck, the Captain realized they were sinking deeper into the chilling water. The cold tendrils of panic wrapped around him as he struggled to keep his head above the surface, his frantic heartbeat echoing in the murky depths.
Are you really going to give up? Is this how it ends? Don't make me laugh. I did not suffer here for the past millennia just to watch us die. This is a trophy worth hunting!
And suffer together they shall.
His hand reaches just in time to grab the back of Anti-Aqua's straps as his mighty wings propel him through the water. With swift and determined strokes, he rapidly swims towards the surface. As he breaches the water, power glistens off his majestic wings, and in mid-air, he arches his arm back, summoning every ounce of strength to fling the other at the shores of the dark beach with unyielding force. As the winged warrior lands ungracefully at the shore, his tattered wings sag with exhaustion, and a gurgling, choking sound emanates from deep within him.
He doubles over, heaving a small portion of bile and Darkness onto the sand, but despite his efforts, he can still feel something squirming inside him. His disheveled bangs overshadow his eyes, and a sadistic grin spreads across his face as he uses the back of his hand to wipe at the corner of his mouth, leaving a streak of viscous, black fluid. He begins to cackle.
"Did you really think you could drown a son of Poseidon? You wretched enchantress, touching the wings of MY beast. These wings were the last gift my father gave to me before I-"
Obviously, he's struggling to fight the poison, his muscles twitching as he battles the venom coursing through his veins. But then, with immense effort, he lifts his head to make eye contact with the other. Instead of the expected Caribbean blues, a swirling color mixed of red and orange like fire gleams in his eyes. His fang grin spreads slowly as he straightens up, a primal and fierce energy radiating from him.
"Hahaha, I've forgotten I must not prattle so much with my prey. Your death will be glorious. Shame, though, for a pretty beast; you were one of the few I actually enjoyed watching be fucked by him. Oh well."
His battle stance changes as he summons his bow sword, but he does not use it as a bow or a dual blade. No, the aura is different; everything is different. Pit (?) keeps the weapon in one piece, wielding it as a double-edged blade, yet his first move is to throw his weapon towards his prey like a spear. Round two beginsā¦
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I have an interview for an actually terrible sounding job today bc there are barely any jobs in my bumfuck nowhere city that im even remotely qualified for and I just cannot stop thinking about how fucked it is that you're just expected to be willing to give up any semblance of comfort or concern for your own wellbeing to get the Getting To Live Points.
Doing menial work makes me wanna jump off a cliff and I'm genuinely concerned about whether it's safe for me to be doing physical labor for around 10 hours a day at a job where you have to wear full-length pants in a building with no ac while it's consistently 80-100Ā°F outside.
Not to mention they want me to pass a drug test, and I use thc to treat my anxiety and depression.. but I'm only 19 and don't have a medical card. My parents insist it'll be fine bc thc itself is legal in our state and "surely they won't care even if it does come up!". Yea. Sure.
But since ive been rejected by or unable to do most of the jobs here, it's either take this or keep looking for a dwindling number of available jobs, continue being chastised by my parents for not having a job yet and possibly no longer be able to pay for shit I need once I run out of money I've had saved.
I know no job I can get is going to fit all the things I'd prefer, but I really don't know where I should be drawing the line anymore in terms of how bad of conditions I should be willing to deal with. Every time I don't want to do a job for a reason that sounds pretty sensible to me I'm told I'm being too picky, but now I'm being told "well you don't have to take it if it doesn't sound like you can do it" when just a couple weeks ago I was being called too picky and full of myself for not wanting the job in the first place.
I already know this whole,, thing was fucked up as is. Capitalism bad what an unorthodox take for this site /s but it feels even worse when you're surrounded by people who really should understand why this feels to devastating but just.. dont. The whole attitude around it seems to be "yea, it sure does suck! But if you aren't willing to deal with it there's something wrong with you!"
Sorry for the long post I just cannot seem to keep my thoughts in my head.
#anti work#vent-ish#ramble post#sorry for another downer long post i just. aughfhhhhh#cw drugs#tw drugs#cw drug mention#long post
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unpopular opinion; OCs absolutely matter. :).
i have them myself. and those are about the only characters I can muster up muse for most of the time. so the fact that this vehement disdain for OCs exists here, is honestly disgusting.
it shouldn't be ALL about canon muses. half the time people write them based off personal headcanons that MAKE them like an OC anyway.
how is that any different? just because they're rooted in some type of pre-established lore?
for me it's always difficult writing things for canon muses because i feel like you can only do so much with them based off of what's already been written in their history. and I know I don't write my canon muses with OCs; it's not because I dislike OCs, that'd make me a hypocrite... i've just had bad experiences in the past that made it a turn-off for me.
Original Characters are way more free and open, and you can be way more creative with them.
but, i guess you can't change people's opinions, and that's fine. it's just a damn shame that this kind of thing happens all the time, it leaves a lot of us in the void. it's always making me doubt my presence here, and I absolutely hate feeling that way.
i just wanted to put in my own words. i follow plenty of blogs PRIMARILY for their OCs, and I want to write them with mine...
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drawings, including old ones.
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Little update thingy
I'm going to put this here as a gentle PSA for the upcoming months (till like probably August TBH)
These months are rough on my Mental Health, so if I don't seem as chipper or if I seem disinterested, that's not it. I prefer to be as transparent about things as I can, so there's (hopefully) no confusion. (with in reason, bc personal safety and I don't wanna blast every little personal issue to the internet)
SO things will probably be slow, for anything that's not comfort characters. But I do not plan on dropping existing things at this time, and if I need to drop anything I will try to remember to let people know. And if you're not sure about a thread, you're welcome to ask about it... just don't repeatedly pester me about it.
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How well would your OCs do against a cockroach tag game
š§Fear Factor Editionā ļø
Tagged by @gummybugg
Rules: rate your OCs by how well they'd do against a cockroach. Bonus: write an entire scene out of it if you want!
i am now realising that i haven't shared these oc's with tumblr yet so this is exciting. Thank you @multifandomgoth who i share custody of these guys with, for helping me hash these out.
Max Blackheart- has a weird fascination with bugs, will pick it up with her bare hands much to the disgust of everyone else. Sometimes likes to dangle it in front of peoples faces for the laughs but will put it outside like a normal person eventually
Ryder Blackheart- back up option to get rid of it if Max isn't there bc my guy is so tired and does not care about this stupid bug
Tyler Quill- attacks it with bug spray. likes to act as if he isn't scared but if it moves he will scream. usually the one to suggest burning the house down and moving
Nixon- climbs on the table and spams the groupchat until someone rescues her
Axel and Phoenix- put a cup over it but need someone else to do the rest. Have been known to forget about the trapped bug and get very upset when they realise it's dead. :(
Siren Blackheart- tries to vacuum it up, very low success rate. usually ends up calling max for help
Midnight Quill- records Siren and Tyler's fails. Otherwise does very little to help.
don't feel pressured to participate espec cause idk if half of yall have ocs, anyway, tagging @jtl-fics @regina-cordium @patchworkgargoylele @multifandomgoth @ihatecoconut @planeoftheeclectic
#ocs#tag game#writing game#tw bugs#my writing#blackheart and co#i get to start a tag for them this is fun#long post#ish
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Little Transformers MTMTE update - once again I have picked a fave that can be summed up with "Aw Little Guy!!! Oh He's A Little Bit Fucked Up Actually"... in the sense that I want to hold him tightly and bite at anyone who isn't being kind to him.
I knew something was up when Swerve answered the question of "Are you happy?" literally with "Everyone assumes that if you make jokes, you're happy. Why? Why is that?" ... ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½
Not to mention the ongoing issue of him being convinced no one in the crew likes him & only visits him because he runs the bar on the ship...
And then issue #42 just happened and I am feeling gutted for this man. Turns out that months ago he got injured & infected with a very harmful disease, but considered the pain he felt just part of his chronic pain. He walked around like that for months until he collapsed in his quarters, too weak to get up but still feeling responsible for his bar, so he projected a healthy hologram to work for MONTHS until the crew found him by ACCIDENT.
Don't get me started how during the very painful time he hyperfocused so hard on his special interest - Earth & Humans - for two weeks non-stop that he basically watched & listened to any piece of media humans had made until that point ... and when he collapsed (after apparent self-harm too), his spark/soul started creating a "happy place" hologram world away from everyone else, which was a copy of Earth.
The crew got him out of that, assured that they all ARE his friends & now put him in recovery from the disease he got- but MAN. I am holding Swerve tightly. He turned out to be very much the kinda character where I'd go "You're my friend now! We're having soft tacos later!!"~
Sidenote: It was fucking heartbreaking that the guy also tried to call out for help towards the reader in his own way bc he got got by two of the local mad scientist's inventions and is somewhat aware of existence as a comic book character. It was written in a way where he could tell that the reader was there but couldn't see or hear them, imagining the worst responses to his jokes & situation.
I love this comic so damn much, especially when it grabs me by the heart like this.
#Newt's ramblings#transformers#spoilers#the comic is old-ish at this point but still#tw self harm mention#He and my other two faves can now shake hands as I realize I pick the dudes who I just want to hold after surviving so much#it's from-survivor-to-survivor love I think#not sorry for long transformers posts because I AM FEELING A LOT OF EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW#long post
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