#my brain has been ticking

[mejcinta]

My new mission is to get Aegon, Alys and Helaena fic numbers up in the a03 tags.

🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

[catwouthats]

“How can this many people simply vote for Trump in the first place?”

✨Gaslighting✨

And

✨Teaching themselves apathy because they have been pushed to the brink and are only focused on their own survival and think that this guy will give it because he

gaslight themmmm✨

[beebfreeb]

GRAHHH I HATE GETTING SICK. *runs into traffic*

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[visdiefje]

[jzixuans]

if i had a nickel. for every yellow character ive loved who died because an undead superhuman punched clean through their body and it made me cry like a fucking baby on the couch in my living room. i’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but this cannot keep fucking happening.

[playername-player-of-games]

Hii

I am asking you very niceys for a c!Hermes drabble /np (I love the way you write about tick /gen)

"Uhm...Hermes?"

"Hm?"

"Your uh- your shapeshifting," the faerie asks, wringing its lower set of hands together, "does it- can you only shift into those four beings?"

"No?" Hermes answers. "I can shift into anything I want, basically."

The faerie nods, red eyes unblinking as ever, "could you uhm. Could you try shifting into - into someone? For me?"

Hermes shares a glance with Ides, then with Wicker, who shrugs.

"I suppose I could," Hermes looks back to the faerie, who immediately perks up, its little ears flicking, "what exactly are you looking for?"

"Uhm I'm- I didn't think you'd say yes," it gives a nervous little laugh, gesturing to its antenna with its upper set of hands, "he's like- he's like me but- but bigger, uhm. Can you- can you be an endermite? And a bee, but also...also shaped like me?"

"I can try," Hermes answers, giving it a smile that tick hopes is reassuring. Tock gestures for the faerie to turn all the way around - it does. Tick begins to shift.

Four arms, a set of antenna, a set of broken wings. Within moments they hold up two sets of black and white hands - the pixie looks as if its about to be sick.

"Black turns purple," it says. "and white turns yellow," it points to its eyes, right first, then left, "eyes are - are yellow and red."

Tock nods, making adjustments. Black fur ripples over into purple scales, white turns fuzzy yellow. Tick blinks, changing their eyes. Their clothes shift as well, taking on the pixie's loose shirt and breeches, split black and white. A tail, thin as a whip with fluff at the end, curls around tock's ankle.

The faerie stares, unblinking.

"His wings are a little more put together," it whispers, no longer staring at Hermes but instead at...something else, something far away, "sky blue on the left and lavender on...on the right."

Then it goes quiet, hovering and unblinking.

Hermes shifts back into tickself, wings disintegrating into nothing and four arms melding back into two. Within moments they're Hermes again, purple jacket and green eyes. Tock waves a hand in front of the faerie's face.

"Apollo?"

It flinches, red eyes snapping up to meet green, "I'm not Apollo anymore."

"Sorry."

"No it's-" the faerie hovers back, closer to Wicker, "I should- I should be sorry. Uhm. Thank you for- for shifting, for me. That was. Thank you."

"Anytime," Hermes smiles. "Glad to be of service."

[animatoreefs]

Built in cat tail

[ferrunough]

names for the joltik i’ve got so far: reminder, they had black shirts and red ties. i had to do this

Billie Joule = he’s a fully melanistic little guy.

Arcstrong = she’s green eyes for some reason, fur’s kind of wavy.

Dirntik = mimics Ramohm’s bass sounds; Ramohm likes this one the most.

Tré Coul = she has tennis ball green fur.

JoS = pronounced “Joz”, in full it’s Joltik of Spikemuth since he’s oddly protective of the second spikemuth miniature (a statuette lamp thing of the spikemuth logo; it’s constantly turned on since he made a web in it), he has a hollow heart-like pattern with a line down it’s centre over his chest in lighter fur.

Saint Jolty = identical to JoS except his pattern is darker coloured, encourages a lot of Horde shenanigans like the fight between JoS and Kilojoy.

Wattsername = didn’t let me take the clothes off, close with Saint Jolty.

Tuney = “tune-y” missing a leg from hatching (i hope), squeaks along to music.

Crispian = he’s set himself on fire and become a tiny walking inferno twice somehow.

Glorheo = it’s just “Gloria”, genuinely has black fur around her eyes like smudged mascara, tries to keep the peace.

Lolaplug = shiny, they got stuck in a socket but now i think they’re trying to make a home in there.

Party Polar = blue fur pattern around their face, likes zapping things even if said things are joltik fully capable of zapping them back.

Fun Joul = black fur around his main right eye looks vaguely like an X, has what i’m calling minted tips in that the ends of his fur are green.

Kilojoy = generally way too excitable, no distinctive features but given the rest it’s enough to pick them out quick

Battery = it hates being in the same space as 19 other joltik, much prefers being away.

Draculamp = albino, not much personality really, follows Battery around, i swear the fur glows and it isn’t just the lighting in here.

Mother Wir = “wire” but i may not say that right anyways, biggest one by far, she is wide, has no pigment around her face, watches any fights from a distance.

PEPE = a peace keeper akin to Glorheo who tends to those injured in any antics undertaken before going off by themselves, very pale fur but colour is there!

Demolitz = paired up with Ion, pattern of bald patches especially over face, neither like being separate.

Ion = paired up with Demolitz, similar patches of baldness, gets aggressive when separate from Demoltiz.

i was healthy and took breaks and obviously looked after my gang but it’s finally done. arc above it’s done.

[obstinatecondolement]

Trying not to be a weirdo conspiracy theorist with a persecution complex about this, but I am getting the impression that the co-worker who has been chilly with me lately has asked not work with me as much as is possible/my manager is trying not to roster us together as much as is possible because the co-worker complained about me.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Brain? Brain. I am begging you on my hands and knees: please let us read The Invisible Man. It is a short book. It is in our phone and easy to access. P l e a s e

[revvywevvy]

i'd like to make an announcement me and pyrrha were talking and have decided pat/rok/los. u r disowned. sorry patty-cake but the next time u enter the line of sight of either of us you will be eradicated with the power of gay. mostly by pyrrha. sorry not sorry.

[hecksupremechips]

Love the way I’m just constantly flip flopping between "i am the greatest writer in the world my ideas are so big brained I understand how people work" and "oh my god I’m so stupid this is garbage I’m just saying shit that could fall apart within seconds what the hell even is this"

[willowfey]

genuine question does anyone have any tips on how to manage prolonged constant extreme anxiety? like the kind where u have to always stay distracted bc any second alone with ur thoughts will send u into a nauseous pit. the kind that makes it so u never get a restful sleep and u never have an appetite and ur hands are always shaking and ur muscles are painfully tense. anyone know uh…… what i can do about that

(i don’t have insurance atm and my medical anxiety is far too high to get anything prescribed atm so i need things that i can do on my own other than breathing and i’m sick of reading articles)

[charlesoberonn]

Phineas and Ferb episode idea: After Candace shows her photos of all of her brothers’ creations, Linda thinks that her daughter is a talented graphic artist and signs her up for a competition. Candace is frustrated and about to tell her mom the truth but then Jeremy shows up and he’s like “Wow, Candace, I didn’t know you were a graphic designer. That’s so cool. Btw, my little sister is also gonna be at the graphic design competition.”

Long story short, Candace asks her brothers to help her become a graphic artist for real so she could beat Suzie.

Meanwhile, Doofenshmirtz has gotten tired of designing -Inators so he designed the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator to design them for him. The Inator’s creation are a hit among other Evil Scientists who buy them in droves. Doofenshmirtz is then signed by Vanessa to an Evil Contracption Designing competition (held in the same building at the same time as the graphic design competition, of course).

Desperate, he asks Perry the Platypus to help him get his mojo back so he could design -Inators again.

Cue musical montage of Doof and Candace training to learn/relearn their respective art form.

It’s the competition(s). Candace is a nervous wreck, but Jeremy believes in her. Doof is all self-assured and ego-boosted by everyone thinking he’ll win, but then he sees his Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator (who looks like a robotic him) also signed up for the competition.

While getting ready for the competition, Perry is accidentally almost spotted by Phineas and Ferb. He sneaks behind the curtain to the behind the scenes. That’s when he discovers that the goal of the competition is to design a doomsday weapon. Nervous, he swaps the cards with those of the graphic design competition.

The competition begins. The graphic artists are assigned to design a doomsday weapon while the Evil Scientists are assigned to design a cool band poster.

The scientists are baffled, but they do their best. The Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator is stuck because it’s physically incapable of drawing anything but Inators.

Meanwhile in the graphic design competition Candace does her best but her brain goes blank. Suzie meanwhile is trying to sabotage her by switching her card back with the card from the other tournament. Unfortunately it’s the card of the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator, who now goes to task designing a Doomsday weapon.

The competition is finished. Candace’s work is mediocre, but she wins by technicality for being the only one who drew the correct thing.

Meanwhile at the Evil Scientists competition, the scientists all drew terrible posters except Doof whose poster is beautiful. He’s about to be declared the winner but then the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator reveals what it’s been working on, a doomsday machine. Everyone panics, and Perry the Platypus tries to stop the machine, but fails. Then the machine ticks down to 0, and nothing happens.

Turns out the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator is terrible at coming up with machines. All of its Inators don’t work. Which unfortunately for Doof results in all of his previously happy customers showing up to complain because their Inators didn’t work either. He asks Perry to help him again, but Perry is already gone.

“There you are, Perry.” “Curse you, Perry the Platypus!”

Despite winning, Candace feels hollow because she only won by technicality and all of the other designers were much better than her. She feels like a fraud. But then Jeremy shows up and asks to buy the rights for her poster, because he thinks it’s really cool. Candace is happy.

The End.

[connorsui]

Now I can't stop myself from thinking of a bodyguard AU with sylus?

Like imagine being a daughter to an important political figure of a father who is not only running this years campaign but is currently worried for your safety from possible dangers that could be out there for you that he hires the most skilled bodyguard that the market has to offer

Multiple scenarios come to mind-- each with its own timeline:

Sylus: "You think I’m just some hired muscle, but I’ve been watching you for a long time. I know every little thing that makes you tick."

Reader (half teasing): "Sounds like you’re obsessed."

Sylus (leaning closer): "Maybe I am."

-

Sylus (after saving reader): "You were reckless. Next time, you stay behind me."

Reader: "And if I don’t?"

Sylus (dangerously quiet): "Then I’ll have to remind you who’s in charge of keeping you alive."

-

Reader (sighing): "I’m sorry for making things difficult."

Sylus (softening): "You think I’d complain? Watching over you is the only thing keeping me sane."

-

Sylus: "You’re a constant risk, you know that? You make my job impossible."

Reader: "Then why stay?"

Sylus (gritting his teeth): "Because I’d die before I let anything happen to you."

AAAUFHDHFHFHFH I CANT MY BRAIN CANT STICK TO ONE