#now i have to get access to a MOTHERFUCKING computer

[socks-wizard-money-gang]

Comes out of my room covered in blood and pen ink. I finished taking notes for my presentation

[idesofrevolution]

The Journey of Dr. Santana Fabrega

There's nothing quite like your bro slobberin' over your sweaty feet while tokin' on a hookah. Let me just tell you- everybody's happy. I'm stoked to be stoned and minty fresh, and he's happy to taste my ripe size 12's. Who isn't the happiest? The folks. Sure, I dropped out of college, sure I started focusing one hundred percent on my art, sure I have a parade of guys out of my little basement lair... but I never got why they had to be such fuckin' buzzkills.

Ever since they joined that church when I was at uni, my parents have been sucked into the Evangelical cult. Not the whole lifting your hands up to Jesus & speaking in tongues sort of church, by the way. Man, they're out there with picket signs at sex clinics, bannin' books at the high school, all that crazy fuckin' Christian Nation bullshit. They're my parents, so I love 'em and whatever. But fuck, those psychos really fucked 'em up. So now, their crusade is "curing" me of my gayness. Didn't really matter that I'm pan, they don't really know the difference. They don't really care about the difference, though. Not straight, not right.

So when they caught me the other day with Sam cleanin' my dick in the basement, it was World War 3. Man, a Nuclear Bomb would have less energy than my mom's hysterical shrieking. It's Florida, so it's nothing the neighbors haven't heard before. But, shit. I thought my eardrums were gonna pop. They stomped off upstairs, bein' all 'we are going to talk about this later, Santiago.' So, I let Sammy finish up, I pulled on some shorts and I went upstairs to face the fire while he snuck out the basement window. Fuck, I wished I were him.

The 'family meeting' went about as well as you'd expect. Threats of burning in hell for all eternity, demands that I find the Lord, etc. Apparently he doesn't like a lot of things about me: my weed, my tattoos, my sexuality, my piercings, my hair for some reason? I don't know man, I just tuned out after a while. What I did catch, though, they were sending me to substance abuse counseling. Couldn't help but laugh, and that sent dad through the fuckin' roof.

"Doctor Fabrega is going to teach you some manners, young man. Make you a Godly man, like you should be." Yada yada yada. He should have known better than to give me the doc's name. After the ass reaming, I made my way back downstairs to the computer. It took five minutes of research to find this Doctor Fabrega. Turns out he's a Christian Therapist, but that wasn't what was most interesting. Down in his specializations, buried beneath substance abuse & cognitive behavioral therapy was a word that caught my eye: licensed Hypnotherapist.

I knew exactly what kind of bullshit they were tryin' to pull on me. But when I was enrolled at U Miami, my major was Psychology. Not only that, but I still happened to have access to the university library. Oops.

I texted Sammy, knowing I was gonna be up all night doing research, and that my dick would need some appropriate attention under the desk. I was gonna show this motherfucker just how sick it really is to be like me.

---

The waiting room was bullshit. Cold white walls, bright wood floors... It looked straight out of an IKEA ad. I'd already been there for like 20 minutes past my appointment time, giving me just enough time to scroll through the last chapter on my phone. I hear the receptionist call out my name, and I head toward the office. Just as bullshit as the waiting room. It's like the guy wants to live in a psych ward- no color anywhere. At least get a blacklight or something.

"Santiago Rivera. Welcome, I'm Dr. Fabrega." The guy was hot as fuck, not gonna lie. Looked like he was straight out of Sao Paulo- even with the fancy suit you can't hide muscle like that. "Please, sit. It's so good to meet you." His voice was so weird. Speaking every word with like, perfect diction. You know those AI voices that talk that way? That's what it was like, as if he were trying so hard to hide an accent underneath.

"Just call me Santi, doc." I plopped down on the leather chair, might have put my feet up on his coffee table (don't recall), and he just looked at me like he was looking in a microscope. No idea what the deal was. He walked over to the couch and sat down with my file and started to drone on.

"Alright, Santi, it says here that your parents are pretty concerned about your behavior lately. You're 23 years old and a college dropout, you take illicit drugs, you have no job, and you're having unnatural thoughts. That's quite the list, bud." He was so fuckin smug, that sort of punchable glibness that only comes from a particular kind of self righteousness. Like Jesus himself came down and kissed them.

"So, first off. I did drop out of college, because I couldn't afford it. Second, I sure the fuck do smoke green because it's a) fun, and b) prescribed to me by my real doctor. Third, I do have a job. I do graphic design and graffiti art and I pay my own bills with it. And last off, yup: I fucked him." He sat there, somehow shocked that I told him how it was right off the bat. I'm not playing his little game, and that made him angry.

"I see. So you have no remorse for any of this? I believe your parents are very right to be concerned about where your life is headed."

"Fascinating, considering I'm moving out at the end of the month and they won't need to deal with my life. So. You married?" He was thrown off by that, just as I'd hoped. Right out of the blue. Knocks them off kilter for a second. An easy question to answer, so they usually do.

"Uh, well, no I'm not married. Is that your concern in all this?" Man, I couldn't help but laugh. He's trying to be sarcastic?

"Where did ya go to school for... whatever this is." This made him close my file, he even put it on the table and crossed his arms.

"I went to Liberty University, top of my class in their Doctor of Psychology program. You, it seems didn't make it that far, so you might not know what 'this' is." Oooh, he's big mad. I thought, let's push it. I did what most of my guys love, but would piss him off, I kicked off the Vans. Made sure I wore my skating shoes that day, the super ripe ones with the same damp socks. When they came off, those puppies let their presence be known.

"Sounds boring. Boring then, boring now. I got accepted into the Art Institute in Savannah, so I'll be headed that way soon. Be legit soon, then you wouldn't have anything to say. How's your sex life?" He thought he was so tough, not flinching at the musk, nor my question. But I knew both hit him right where I wanted. The question to make him mad, the stink to get him hot.

"Santiago, I think we should continue with our session. You can put your shoes back on and we can try some exercises to help you think a bit more clearly." I crossed my ankles, wriggling my toes a bit.

"I think they need some air. Are you gonna try and hypnotize me now? Or is that the last ditch effort when everything else fails?" He leaned back in his seat, the grimace growing stronger. "That stuff is not that hard to master. A couple days really and you got it down."

"Is that so?" He ground his teeth as he spat out his words. "It seems you know all there is to know, then." Time to hit it home.

"You know what, let's put money on it, doc. Hundred bucks says I can put you under." I got him, his eyebrow shifted just enough for me to see.

"This isn't a casino, Santiago. I don't bet money on client's health." I couldn't help but smirk. He left an opening I couldn't pass up.

"Aight, no money then. If I put you under, I get the bragging rights. If I don't, I'll play your stupid games. Win-win for you, nothing to lose but your dignity." Hook, line and sinker; he leaned in, grabbing the remote on the table next to him. He tapped a button, and the shades started to come down.

"Well then, Mr. Rivera. I wish you luck."

The room got dark. Really fuckin' dark. Fabrega hit another button on the remote, and a cool blue washed over the room. Gotta say, tight LED system. I kicked my shoes off the table, and scooted my chair forward. Showtime.

"Alright, Santana, I want you to just take deep breaths." He squirmed at my use of his first name, one last dig before I brain fucked him. He took his deep breaths one at a time, slowly getting deeper and deeper. "As I count down from one to ten, each number will bring you closer and closer to relaxation. Picture a long tunnel, at the end, a bright white light. With every number, you take a step forward to the light, do you understand?"

He nodded, it was an induction I'd made up this morning. I started from 10, telling him his first step he could feel the tingling relaxation in the tips of his fingers, slowly crawling up his hands and forearms. 9. Another step, the tingling creeps up his big muscly arms and shoulders. 8. One more step, the tingling is pushing up his neck and throat, reaching his tongue and teeth. 7. The tingling bursts into his head, a paradoxical rush of relaxation, a fog of dissonance washes over his brain as thoughts collide and crash about. 6. The tingling washes down his spine, flowing through his nerves into every part of his body. His body feels electric, a painless jolt running throughout him. I watched as he tensed up, his big muscles contracting and bunching him up. It was working.

We get to 5, starting at the crown of his head, the volts decrease, turning lugubrious and liquified like molasses sloshing about in his head. 4. The light is so close he can feel the heat, but his body is cooled as the syrupy fluid flows down over him like a waterfall, pooling in his big feet as it fills every crevice. 3. It feels as if he's trudging through mud toward the light, his legs feeling wobbly and gelatinous. 2. So close, his whole body feels like a massless blob, inching toward the final drop into the cavernous light. 1. He crawls toward the ledge, plummeting down into the endless void of bright white light. There, he will sit as I have a little bit of fun.

"Alright, Santana. Can you hear me in there?" Fabrega nods, expressionless. Fuck, that was maybe a 80/20 chance I was gonna fuck this shit up so bad. But I guess God really is on my side here. "Whenever I ask a question, you will answer truthfully. Whatever I say you will incorporate into your life. Now, Santana, what do you do when you're not at work?" His lips moved slowly and replied in monotone.

"I go to the gym, I go to the golf course, I hire my date, and I go home." Ooooh shit. He's giving my friends on the corners a decent living, good for him. Hardly a Godly thing to do. Either way, it was a perfect place to start.

"You love going to the gym, don't you, Santana?" He nodded. "You love gettin' all sweaty don't you?" His head began to shake, his expression furrowing a bit in disgust. "No, Santana. You love getting all sweaty. The feeling of those cool droplets on your hot muscles during a hard workout? Doesn't it feel good?" He pauses, before reluctantly nodding. Ahh I love gettin my fingers in his brain, never ceases to please. "You love that funk that comes off your sweat, Santana. You love sniffin your pits, your big feet, your balls... That musk means you're workin' hard. Keeping in shape. Staying virile. Isn't that right?" He nodded, squirming in the chair. I watched his body try to reject the instructions, try to rebel, but just one repetition had his back to stillness.

"You don't even like golf, do you?" He nodded, I didn't even need to manipulate him. "You much prefer hitting the beach, don't you? Seein' all the guys and gals starin' at your glorious bod... You love it, don't you?" He nodded, the side of his lip curling ever so slightly. "You love bringing out the speedo, letting the goods hang low, letting the buns bulge... you know they all wanna see it anyway..." He nodded again, it was like taking candy from a baby. The guy had the mental fortitude of a frog.

"You like fucking, too. You can have any girl or guy on the street with a single wink." He nodded, and I couldn't help but watch as his groin started to bulge. "Yeah, boy. You love taking that horse cock and plowing it into some ass... plowing it into some pussy... fucking their pretty little mouths..." Drool started to drip from the corner of his lip, and a little wet spot quickly appeared on his pants. "You're a freak, aren't you, Santana? You like fuckin' in the car, in the sauna, at the gym, under the desk... gushing gallons into them while you shove your sneaker on their face." He was moaning, slowly grinding against the open air. Can't lie, I was gropin' myself a bit just watching him.

"Now, Santana. I'm going to bring you back to your office, but when I do, you are going to be super laid back and chill with Santi during your sessions. If he says the word 'sniff' you will return to this space, return to an open mind, just as we have done here today. Do you understand?" He nodded one final time before I began his emergence. Counting back from one to ten, I watched as he slowly came back to the real world, and with one snap, he blinked his eyes and wiped his brow.

"Well, doc. I got the bragging rights." Fabrega pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he had a headache. Time to see if it had all paid off.

"Uhh... yeah... Santi. You got me there..." Perfect. He pulled his hand away from his nose, clicking the shades back up to their little hole. It didn't take long until he saw the wet patch on his bulbous package. He chuckled under his breath. "You'll have to excuse the mess, Santi... I have hyperspermia, so sometimes it all just flows out." Hot- and totally unprofessional. Just how I like 'em. I leaned back in my chair, smirkin' the whole way.

"Damn, doc. Firehose down there. Gonna have to show me sometime." He smirked and waved me off.

"I don't fraternize with clients, Santi. Oh, look at the time. I'm late for my 5:30. Alright, I'll see you next week." He stood up, extending his hand, his whole demeanor entirely changed. I slipped my Vans back on, spitting on my hand before gripping his. He shuddered a bit, sure. But we were gonna get real close, real quick.

---

The next few days flew by. My folks were so excited to see that I was looking forward to seeing Dr. Fabrega, and I loved knowing what they didn't. I was excited to see if Dr. Fabrega was gonna be Santana. So when I finally got back in for my appointment, I didn't need to wait long at all. Only five minutes and the door swung open, the receptionist completely flustered. The anticipation was killing me. She sat down behind her computer with tunnel vision and I walked into the office.

At first, I thought it was empty. He wasn't sitting at his desk, on the couch... but as I heard huffing from the balcony, I knew where to find him. I walked up to the sliding glass door, and turned outside to see one hell of a sight.

It was Santana. Nothing on but his whitie-tighties and his damp socks doing pushups on the bench. Fuck, those muscles were glistening in the light, his underwear with damp patches on his ass and bulge. His clothes sat in a pile near his head: jeans, a Miami Heat jersey, some sick dunks I wanted to steal... far from the stuffy suit he had on just the week before. He finally noticed me, and smiled.

"Santi! Hey! Just finishing up my lunch workout. Thought I'd get a session in today on the balcony. Damn, the fresh air is good for exercise!" I smirked. It was night and day. So far, gone was the bible thumping hypocrite, and here was what was underneath. If anything I was doing him a service.

"Shit, Santana! You're looking prime today. You gonna funk out our session today, or?" I punched him in the shoulder, and he giggled like a kid.

"It's eau naturale, my friend. Natural water. That's what it smells like." He slipped on his jeans and his big fuckin' sneakers, tossing the jersey over his head while we walked in. He trailed some deliciously ripe musk, and I couldn't help but savor a bit of it. We plopped down on our seats, and just started shootin' shit. I bitched about the parents, he bitched about his receptionist, I told him about Sammy suckin' my dick clean, and he told me about the threesome with a gym bro and his girlfriend. He was coming along beautifully. Though, I thought to myself, how's about a round two?

"Dude, by the way, those kicks are fuckin' tight." I pointed to the dunks, which he smugly kicked up onto the coffee table, showing them off.

"Thanks, man. They're the lifting shoes. My work boots, heh." I reached out, grabbing ahold of his foot, and yanked it off. He chuckled like a fuckin' idiot while I looked at 'em. Size 13, nice and big- and the smell wafting out of there... Fuck, man.

"Damn, dude you never wash your socks? These stink!" I playfully tossed the shoe at him, and just as he started to brush off the comment, I said my magic word. "Sniff it." Like a flipped lightswitch, his expression turned numb, slowly bringing the shoe to his nose and inhaling his own musk. I clapped my hands, rubbing them together: let's do a little more programming.

"Santana, You're a pretty chill guy, you know that?" He nodded. "You smoke, don't you? You know, the good shit?" Deep in his mind, he had to know it was me talking at this point, so I was talking to him like a bro. Establishes trust, ya know? He shook his head no. "Ahh, come on man. You love kickin' back and toking on that reefer after a long workout." Santana chuckled a bit, before nodding, still nose deep in his sneaker. "Yeah, you love smokin' out your bros, your babes... when you're not shootin' tequila!" He full out laughed on that one, nodding along. The sneaker slowly dropped from his hand, and he laid back in his chair.

"How old are you, Santana?"

"28." Shit, he was only a few years older than me. I mean, he looked young. But hell, you wouldn't have known it from the way he acted.

"Where are you from?" "Rio de Janeiro." Interesting. I clocked the accent. I was pretty proud of myself.

"Why do you try so hard to hide it? The way you talk, the way you dress, the way you act... You act like you're from Ohio." Another chuckle, I should have had a Netflix special. "You're gonna embrace that Brazilian pride, bro. Don't hide it for some mayo drinking buzzkills!" He furrowed his brow, nodding intently. This one was for his own fuckin' good. Be proud of that shit! "You should get some ink to really embrace it. Nothin' sexier than a tatted up stud, am I right?" He nodded again, his bulge once more springing to life. I smirked, simply wanting to know a little something somethin'.

"Do you think Santi is hot?" He sat there for a second, before slowly smiling and nodding. I didn't even need to program that one. Aww, big old himbo. "You're not afraid to let him know, are ya? I mean if you tell his crazy fuckin' parents that he's cured... He wouldn't be your patient anymore... Right?" His bulge twitched again, and he smirked devilishly as he nodded. "You like it when he's all up in your brain, don't you? You like it when he gets his dick deep in there and mind fucks you into a chill, laid back stud. Don't ya?" The dampness grew and his breath got heavy. He nodded, drooling down the sides of his cheeks. "Yeah, you wanna let him in completely, don't ya? Make you like him?" Moans grew, and his thrusting in the air quickened pace. "You wanna be best bros with him, don't ya? Bros with benefits... hangin' out, smokin' weed, hittin' the clubs, swappin' spit... swappin' cum... swappin' subs..." He started fuckin' howl. He was beggin' to splurge. "When I tell you, you will cum. And when you do, everything we talked about will be your truth. Now... Cum."

His eyes opened, still moaning loudly. He gripped onto his jeans, pulling down the waistband and underwear, that big old uncut donkey dick flopping out before shooting his load all over himself. Volley after volley. He wasn't kidding about the hyperspermia: maybe four double shots of his spunk sprayed like a geyser into the air. The 8th Natural Wonder of the World. He laid back and chuckled, throwing his arms behind his head.

"Fuck, brother!" The thickest accent flowed of those lips, deliciously thick. "After today, that'll be down your throat, cara." He pointed at me, hopping to his feet and shoving his python back into his pants. "So, I'll write your discharge papers, it'll get the pais off your back. Act the part until you're out, and just go live." Fuck yeah, we high fived, and I ruffled that sweaty mullet of his. "Hey, come over tonight. I got some friends comin' over... if you and Sammy wanna join." He winked and slapped my back. Damn, I did good.

"I'll be there, man! You save me a round so I can show you how to clean this dick." I groped my bulge, smirking as his bit his lip and winked. I've created a monster.

---

"Ei, sexy! Come get a toke before it's gone!" Such a demanding little bitch, I love him. I slipped his filled condom off my cock, the kinky fucker insisted, and I happily complied. If I'm being real, this psycho has taught me things! I flushed it down the toilet, and swung the bathroom door open to see him lounging on his bed, toking away at the blunt I packed.

"Hey you fuckin' hog, don't you smoke it all!" He chuckled dumbly, reaching over to hand me the blunt, taking the opportunity to snatch my wrist and pull me forward into a kiss. Fuck those lips were so good, pressed against mine or around my cock. "Isn't Carrie coming over soon? You gonna be able to get off so quick?" I pushed away, taking my puff.

"Ahh, plenty to go around, eh?" He groped that musky bulge that I had a feeling Sammy would be huffing later. "Ey, bring me my pants. We can go get a shot before she gets here." Heh, the last month or so crashing with him has been fuckin' sick. The folks think I'm rooming with some guy from the church, when really I'm gooning with my therapist every night in his bed. Savannah is letting me take online courses, I'll have my B.A. in a couple of years, and I'm already getting some gallery hits. Santana is gonna be my armcandy for the opening, and I told him to forget his deodorant. Fuck he’s perfect. But a thought had crept in my head the other day. One last program, one final idea planted in his head... Though, at this point, there was no need to put him under. I'd just ask him.

"Hey, so I gotta go to Georgia to finish up some paperwork at the school. It got me thinking... I'm followin' my dream. What about you?" I tossed him his pants and passed the blunt, taking a deep whiff of those ripe dunks before throwing them his way too.

"I could go back to the practice, though I think the bible thumpers would lose their minds, heh."

"Well... What we did for eachother... What if you did it for others?" I slowly got down to my knees, a smirk crawling across my face. "What if you could help those poor... misguided young men change their lives?" I crawled toward him, spreading his legs wide as I tossed his legs over my shoulders. "Wouldn't that be so... so... fun?" I slowly pulled down his musky briefs, releasing his monstrous cock again, the musky hooded beast slapping me on my cheek. "Then, we could have so... many... new.. friends..." I pulled down his slimy hood and wrapped my lips around his tip. I should have known better. His hand grabbed the back of my head, slamming it down onto his spear, my nose buried in his bush as he thrust back and forth into my mouth.

"Unff... Yeah, brother... Oh yeah... That sounds like a good... unhhhhh... good idea." Grunting, slapping, moaning, slurping... it all rang out in his room, until he gushed another thick load down my throat. "You wanna join me?" And in that moment, I smiled. It was the best idea he'd had yet.

[thatdeadaquarius]

When I’m playing genshin, I’m mostly listening to either Paternity Court, or Steve Wilkos. Imagine the characters hearing all of the stuff and being so scandalized by the results and comments. Or being genuinely disgusted and heartbroken for the victims in more serious cases. I can def see a good chunk of them being invested

I don’t think I’ve listened to those yet! I do occasionally get on a true crime binge listen, however the weirdest thing my characters have heard has gotta be Game Grumps episodes or compilations lol

What if i listened to every season of Buzzfeed Unsolved.

What would we do then my Genshin characters, my people, what then.

I saw someone else write about this true crime documentary thing but they described everyone being pretty terrified or disgusted by the podcasts

Which I definitely think some would be literally horrified lmao

But also I think a lot of them definitely would be invested-

I mean shit,

you're listening to your God and they just start playing this like uncomfortably detailed intricate crime case/murder report???

I would be so interested in what kind of person they were, and why they were listening to true crime stuff, 

so needless to say characters like Heizou and Yelan would definitely be into it, maybe Kujou Sara as well?

I can see Zhongli getting into it too and Raiden

I mean don't get me wrong plenty would be disturbed

like rest in peace Barbara 🙏

but like it would be fascinating to them too!!

cuz they don't know anything about our world so they could learn a lot about it thru listening to this stuff

tho it probably cause a lot of confusion whenever they hear things like phone or computer or car lol

you know stuff that hasn't been invented yet for them or there is no equivalent, but they

would deffo interrogate u about ur world when u get to Teyvat

♤

okay but on a more silly motherfucker note-

what if I was playing Game Grumps around them lol, would they be like oh my God our Creator has the best comedians or hilarious friends

like you know how a king has jesters? 😭

I feel like they would think that instead of a recording definitely, especially because most of these things are just people talking and not like, a speech or something

because audio recordings could exist for them, they would probably get it in concept, they do have Ley lines that do that afterall (and now Kameras)

♧

Omg,

oh no, would they think that you're getting these reports in person??  Or even like your SOLVING all these crimes?? 

esp bc I know myself and I tend to sometimes be talking to Genshin characters like,

"damn that's how he got arrested? How stupid he could've blah blah blah i sound like a hardened cop playing a gacha game lmao blah blah...."

it'd be so funny to see that one play out

when u get whisked away to teyvat and Heizou and Yelan are just:

"oh my God can you help us with all these cases we love your mind, or get your servants to help us?"

THEY WOULDNT EVEN BELIEVE U IF U TRIED TO BE LIKE "no no please ur the professionals idk wtf im doing guys-"

Heizou/Yelan: 🤨🤨

"likely story Most Honorable God, but we heard quite the fascinating theories just last week before u descended, hmmm...."

u cant win, 

honestly everyone would probably just assume ur not only the god who created/built teyvat but also have a domain in justice, comedy or honestly whatever u be playing all the time, including music, people would definitely think ur a music god too

esp if ur like me and u just turn on a cool Spotify playlist while u play sometimes, like they've probably never heard so many radically different genres songs, and so many back to back

(could definitely see a myth about u having an immortal inexhaustible musician band that has access to all the songs of the universe that u make them play for you, once again, would be hard to deny bc that's a pretty accurate description of spotify lol)

♡

srry abt my ✨️ass writing✨️ anon!!

I am getting to these old asks so late I hope u guys r alright with getting answered so late, ya boy has been busy 

Im busy partially bc i have a end of year art exhibition!

Basically at my university, if ur an art major, u have to have some of ur best work from ur time at university and display it in a Senior year art exhibition in the university's art museum! Its super cool! And stressful! :D!!

Anyway im so happy i have no object permanence bc everytime i open my drafts or my inbox, even the old asks :( , are  a new surprise every time :D lmao

Safe Travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

[mothmanssweetsucculentass]

BEN Drowned headcanons

Finally I’m getting around to posting my current standing BEN Drowned HCs! The ask I got a couple weeks ago definitely motivated me to finish this finally lmao.

Trigger warnings for: Mentions of death, manipulation, suicide, drowning, violence, and the general mature stuff you should expect from the adult side of the Creepypasta fandom. There are NO CENSORS BEYOND THIS POINT. Read at your own risk.

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ageless/has kinda always existed since the internet has been publicly accessible

It/it’s pronouns, occasionally caught using they/them and even rarer he/him

Manipulative as fuck

Malewhore mansplain manipulate

Literally makes up a huge chunk of its personality idk what to tell you

Will doxx you

No seriously if you catch its attention you’re getting stalked

Stalks potential victims through the internet

Finds potential victims on forums and the “dark web”

Often goes after people who are heavily depressed and/or suicidal

Thinks it’s funny telling people to off themselves

Like fr its favorite hobby is basically being an average redditor

Probably the WORST mf to date out of all of my interpretations of Creepypasta characters

Gives zero shits about anyone besides itself

Seriously it does not care about you Y/N RUN!!!!!

Lies lies lies omg loves lying so much

Lies to get what it wants

Master “hacker”

If it’s stalking you say goodbye to any and all digital important things you have

Say goodbye to your laptop too

And switch

And iPhone

It’s all getting bricked by BEN if it finds it funny to do so

And it probably will

You like sleep? Too bad

Woe, nightmares be upon ye

Gaslighting KING. Deletes messages between you and people in your life on purpose

Has extensive knowledge of internet culture and video games

Knows every meme ever

Has created most of the “video game” Creepypastas as their own personal “proxies”

Sonic.exe, Smile.jpeg, The Princess, etc, anything inhabiting digital media that torments people, BEN is the one behind it all

Finds friendships useless but respects Slenderman enough to continue being a proxy for it

Got bored of tormenting the other pastas pretty fast, generally avoids them unless slender tasks it with giving specific info pulled from the web to the other pastas (news articles, police reports, locations, etc)

Out of all my HC characters BEN is probably the most serious/grimdark/gritty, I prommy not all my blorbos are as mature and serious as BEN

Takes on the form of a late teenage boy’s body, waterlogged pale skin, constantly glitching and dripping water. Speaks in at least five different voices/tones at once, including robotic AI voices

Only physically manifests to scare the fuck out of people

Stans Hatsune Miku

SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!

All these HCs are for BEN! Not Ben!!!!

Because after much deliberation I have decided that yeah I kinda do want some of the old BEN middle school me liked to fuck around with. So without further ado, here’s my Ben headcanons:

Created BEN as an AI program for when he can’t be at his computer

BEN is kinda like their “avatar” for the internet

He/they pronouns

Roughly about 20 years old, give or take a few years

Died in the mid 2000s in college

Went back home one weekend to pick up some furniture and whoopsies dad sacrificed me to the cult I tried to escape from

Obviously had a not so great home life. Chose the furthest college on purpose just to get away

His father never saw him as anything more than a bargaining chip and pawn for the cult of the moon children

The sacrifice and his death were what caused the mental split between himself and the AI

One half of him remained tethered to his physical corpse, the other half manifested itself as what is now the BEN AI

He can be in two places at once technically

He’s unsure if they count as two people or one. On the one hand, BEN is a manifestation of his apathy and agony from his death and did come from his own mind. On the other hand, BEN is able to function completely independently of Ben

After years of practice and honing their technical skills, Ben was able to fine tune the BEN AI into what it is today

I mean hell, the BEN AI wasn’t always this powerful and organized. The first few years after Ben’s death, he could barely get ahold of it

Sort of??? A ghost?? Like a fusion between a ghost and zombie

Like is obviously a corpse and can kinda go in and out of corporeal and non corporeal form

Has the skin tone and feel of a freshly drowned corpse, but isn’t constantly dripping water

Eyes constantly leak and drip with blood tho. Tissues are scattered all around his room with his futile attempts to keep the blood tears at bay. Face has a “pinker” color compared to the rest of his body thanks to how many times they’ve wiped and smeared the blood around

First they take your eyes, then they carve symbols you don’t understand into your flesh, and then they drown you. Smh

They’re much more faded now, but Ben has the scars of symbols the moon children cult used during his sacrifice

Similar in behavior/personality as BEN but toned way the fuck down

Like. Still enjoys tormenting people but can (sort of) empathize

Still an asshole tho

And a pervert

And a stoner

And a gamer

He’s a discord Reddit mod irl. Scummy guy tbh

Not afraid of water, just afraid of water damage on their equipment

Lives in the mansion basement

Hasn’t seen sunlight since 2004

Introverted as fuck

Prefers to be physically manifested, leaves all the digital movement to the BEN AI but can enter technology if need be

Cheats in any and all video games you play against him in. Hacker aficionado

Y���all know those fits people used to wear in the 2010s of like, cargo shorts and legend of Zelda t shirts? Almost exclusively his fashion sense

Like yeah he does have the link getup but finds it pretty tedious to get into

Does enjoy scene fashion quite a bit tho

And EDM

electronic stuff in general is his favorite shit ever

Him and the BEN AI never physically kill people, just manipulates them into offing themselves

He’s a weak motherfucker he physically cannot kill somebody

Emotionally tho he would mass murder if he could

The one thing him and Jeff can agree on

Bi, and aro. Kinda too horny and despondent to society to care for someone emotionally for more than twelve seconds

Could definitely stand to make a few friends though, and isn’t opposed to conversation if he ever leaves his gamer basement

Currently friends with EJ, Jane, Liu, Nina, and Helen

Has a tolerable relationship/mutual respect for Masky, Hoody, Jason, Puppeteer, and Slenderman

Doesn’t get along with/hates Jeff, LJ, and Clockwork

Sally sees him as an older brother figure. Unfortunately he’s a bad influence on the kid and also has no idea how to look after a child, he just kinda goes “fuck it we ball” anytime someone puts them in charge of Sally. Has taught her every swear and slur known to man. Thinks it’s hilarious to put her on the mic in gamer lobbies

“Hey dude check this out” proceeds to show you the nastiest shock video ever

Semi-fluent in Japanese despite being whiter than paper. Unsurprisingly a weeb

If he owns a body pillow he keeps it hidden with his life. They won’t be caught dead cuddling up to something like that at night

The mansion’s go to IT guy. Against his will but unfortunately if he wants to continue living in the mansion (or living in general) he has to take this role lest slenderman eviscerates him for defiance

Both him and the BEN AI have a major superiority complex, he thinks he’s way better than everyone else and is the cockiest bastard mf on the planet

Stans Hatsune Miku

[gaykarstaagforever]

TNG Season 6 certainly has its good episodes. Like Episode 8, "A Fistful of Datas".

Yes, it's another goofy "Holodeck-on-the-fritz" episode. But I goddamn love these. And the writers seem to too, because they usually tend to be well-written. This one in particular focuses on Worf and Data, probably my two favorite TNG characters, which helps. And Spiner and Dorn get to flex their substantial acting chops, dealing with this fantasy situation.

Also they finally let Troi do something cool. I may be a filthy homosexual, but Cowboy Troi still gets it DONE. Hot damn.

This episode raises all kinds of questions about how the Enterprise-D computer works, and why the hell. You'd think after the "Elementary, My Dear Data" incident of Season 2, they would have physically isolated the Holodeck from the rest of the ship's computer, or at least put up some firewalls or memory-access limits. The VR computer game app should not be able to just use ALL of the ship's insane computing power to run games. Like, games are shit when they do that now. This system keeps fresh air flowing in the ship, and makes it so that not everyone explodes immediately every time you move it. Probably should wall-off the thing running Space Fortnite from the bulk of that.

But they certainly don’t. By the end of this episode, the computer has nonchalantly generated FIVE different perfect recreations of Data for its corrupted cowboy simulation. Five. He's the most advanced android in the known universe, and his inner-workings are a mystery even to Starfleet scientists. And the Enterprise-D computer just made 5 clones of him for a video game. Hot damn, this system is scary powerful.

...Of course, in "Elementary, Dear Data", it accidentally created an ENTIRE SENTIENT MAN, just because Geordi asked it to troll Data. And it let that creation seize the rest of the computer with steampunk levers and nearly kill everyone. Again, why don't they have basic code permissions in place to prevent stuff like this? And yes, I know the answer is this was written in the 80s by people who wrote it on typewriters.

And this comes up again in Season 6 in Episode 12, "Ship in a Bottle", where Moriarty breaks out of his digital prison and attacks them again. And tries to force them to make him real! And they only stop him then by tricking him into trapping himself inside a Space iPad!

Starfleet. For God's sake. Basic security protocols, my dudes!

All this said, the Moriarty thing only happened because Data and Geordi were messing around with the computer, and this cowboy mess only happened because...Data and Geordi were messing around with the computer. That's twice now, guys. Picard should at least give them a stern talking-to. You'd think the Chief Engineer and the Android would be smarter about their computer shenanigans. But here we are.

Here we motherfucking are.

Some people are always playing chicken with the train.

[youre-in-big-trouble]

omggg im so glad i saw you were awake before going to bed <3

So!! I continued trying to do my hold despite my pretty... busy night... My game session with my friends went on for longer than i thought, it was supposed to end around 12am (since usually thats just when we're gonna start getting tired and stuff) but we stared talking about personal things and stuff so I stayed despite being so frantic. We were just talking and laughing about silly drama that happened in the past, I was just gripping my desk and having to mute myself as I felt a wave hit me so I wouldnt accidentally whimper on the mic.

Until I did accidentally,,, but luckily they were like "was that a yawn or were u trying to growl at us" so i quickly was like "no i was growling grrr haha no i was totally just yawning..."

but MAN i was so desperate at this point, I was either gripping my desk or holding onto my chair to, like, push myself further into it? To grind on the seat to keep everything in? Im not sure how to describe what I was doing but i was FILLED my bladder was rock hard and if I leaned back a little, it was genuinely bulging. And the wetness was driving me more insane 😭 I was so turned on it was painfulllll

Since our game session went on longer than I expected, I had to basically jump immediately into our dnd session and of course it took like 40 minutes for it to start! No, we were still waiting on someone too! And at this point im quite literally just dribbling so slowly... I had a moment where I had a hiccup and I just knew it was my time. I frantically stood up, twisted my leg in my headphone cable and in my panic i was like Fuck it i'll just yank it out i need it off of me now. Then it reminded me that I didnt mute myself on discord yet but my button wasnt working so I just... frantically shut off my computer.

How, you ask? Well there is a conveniently placed button on the powerstrip to turn it off - thats easy to access - so I just stomped on it and RAN to the bathroom. I literally left a trail!! I didnt even get my clothes off, i slammed open the door and stumbled into the tub and just let go.

When i tell you that nothing could compare, im being so serious. Being able to just let go after being desperate for SO LONG was the most blissful thing I ever felt...

The only disappointing thing was i never got to cum.. I think i was close, but didn't get it... So I quickly peeled off my clothes, showered in a few minutes and sat back at my computer just in a robe as I plug everything back in and tell the party that my computer died and wouldn't turn back on for a minute, no one suspected a thing hehe

I was tempted afterwards to finish the job and get the orgasm i wanted but something told me not to, so even long after all this happened im still feeling so needy,,, im rubbing my legs together as I type this in bed...

but yeah thats what happened hehe sorry for the word vomit, super sleepy now

🐦‍⬛

THATS AN ADORABLE STORY youre precious ♡♡♡

im so glad you're still staying needy with us! horny motherfucker solidarity ♡ and that piss sounds AMAZING, i hope you get to experience that again real soon :)

sleep well! dream sweetly for us~!

[naomi-the-red]

I hate the weird valley of understanding that seems to occur with high functioning autism.

What I’m talking about is the gap between what you know and what you “should know” that no-one ever really took the time to explain, and now it’s long past when you “should’ve” learned that people are upset at you for asking or having not learned.

My boss once got angry that I used the native Data Migration app on Apple to copy a partition across multiple computers. His response when I said he never told me not to use Data Migration for data migration? “Well I didn’t tell you not to throw the computer out the window either”

How was I supposed to know that the app isn’t reliable? You hired me on as an Apple Specialist and this is what Apple taught me to do.

There’s lots of other examples like this. Where I’m saying “I was never taught this” and they’re saying “how were you never taught this” while blaming me for not knowing I needed to access information I didn’t have.

Why does this keep happening to me?

I think it’s because I don’t seem like I don’t know. Something about how I carry myself and talk gives people a confidence in me I don’t have. I am self-assured; I know how capable I am—but motherfucker you’ve got to explain it to me or I will not know.

In the end, I am left to have to fuck up just enough to learn how to do it correctly, but not so much that I get cut from my job.

I’m 28 now and I’m terrified. At least between 21-25, people expected you to not know shit but now I’m supposed to be an expert in whatever I’ve studied but—

No-one taught me.

What the fuck do I do while the world increasingly leaves my grasp?

[hibiscuswolverine]

Abt ur recent post , yeah class 77 had lots of strength (akane, nekumaru, peko, fuyuhiko technically , yadda yadda) but even people with connections like hiko or sonia can only make it so far with what they have, while a good chunk of the rest of class 77 used their own strength to spread despair , which again even as ultimates, one person can only do so much. Now class 78, is majority ppl with either connections or influence, which in the long run can make it SO much farther. In conclusion I agree class 78 would be catastrophic as ult despair. Apologies if I'm just stating what u were thinking / for rambling I just enjoy contributing to conversation

You’re good anon!!! But also you get it!!

When it comes to destroying the world you need connections and influence baby!! While strength is also important you gotta save it for when it’s time to do some real motherfucking damage. And while it’s true Sonia, hiyoko and ibuki have influence it did spread but it didn’t spread ultra fast (I don’t think). Plus as princess (of a small country might I add) I’m not sure Sonia would even get that much access to top secret government files like Byakuya would. (Twogami could maybe get some things but that shit is probably password protected fr fr)

Also in terms of intellectual strength you have the two out of four geniuses of DR on the side of despair: Kyoko and Byakuya (Junko too, and maybe Kamukura if he even exists..). Byakuya is cold and kinda sadistic while Kyoko is cold so there is absolutely no room for empathy and that is bad for the world because that means they don’t give two shits, they’re just focusing on spreading quickly despair and what ever sadistic idea is on their mind. Oh and chihiro too!! The viruses and malware they would send are probably deadly as hell for your computer, they probably hack your system then makes it self destruct after it’s done taking the data it needed. But Alter ego’s face will call you an idiot before the computer explodes so that’s cool too ig.

[secret-diary-of-an-fa]

WARNING: IT LOOKS LIKE ELEVENLABS ARE TRYING TO SCAM THEIR FREE USERS

LEGAL BIT: Obviously, I can't make the claim that a large company like Elevenlabs are running an actual, legally-definable con without some clarification. I SUSPECT they're up to some shady shit, but you should read the assertions in the main article as forceful supposition not fact. I do not know them to be fact for certain and cannot claim otherwise. That said, you're not stupid and you can draw your own conclusions. Right, that's my arse covered. Now for the main article.

A lot of small creators nowadays use text-to-voice software to create narration for videos and other projects. I know, because I’m one of them. If you’re not well-off and live in a noisy or hectic environment, these newfangled text-to-voice thingies are an absolute lifesaver. Audio equipment broke down and you can’t afford to replace it? Text-to-voice is the best alternative you’re going to find at short notice. Trying to create content on a noisy council estate, in a busy local cafe or in your car between running errands? Text-to-voice means you don’t have to worry about background sounds. Just too tired to get your words out without turning them into verbal salad? Text-to-motherfucking-voice will see you reet, dawg. And, if you’re looking for TtV software to start a project, you’ll probably come across, and be very tempted by, Elevenlabs. They look great. They use cutting-edge AI to infer emotional tone, so when they read out the script you wrote, it sounds like an actual human is doing it. They have a solid selection of voices to choose from. And best of all, they offer a free plan with 10,000 characters per month, which isn’t a lot but is a real gift for creators who can’t afford to paid subscriptions. Sounds cushty, right? WRONG. Don’t make my mistakes. Don’t have anything to do with these fucking scamlords.

See, the problem is that creators on the ‘free’ subscription tier keep getting locked out of voice generation with a message that tells them ‘unusual activity has been detected’ and ‘the only way to regain access to voice generation is to upgrade to a paid subscription’. Now, Elevenlabs claim they’re trying to block people from using multiple accounts and that this is a necessary security measure. It isn’t. It can happen to anyone at any time, including first-time users who have never been near the site before, people who did have another free account but haven’t used it months because they lost the password (yo) and people who are just trying to create an account on the same computer as their friends or family. It doesn’t often trigger when a new account is created either, but often waits and springs the message and lockout on users who have been logging in and using the site a few times a day for awhile, essentially ambushing people mid-project. I know, because it’s exactly what happened to me. It basically means that, if you’re partway through a project that needs multiple narration files, you can either pay up or be forced to start over. And no, you can’t just create a new account, because the invasive bastards trace your IP address.

Let me spell it out for you: ELEVENLABS IS HOLDING THEIR FREE USERS PROJECTS TO RANSOM. IF YOU DON’T PAY THEM, YOUR WORK GETS LEFT UNFINISHED. THIS IS A SCAM. THEY ARE DELIBERATELY CREATING A SITUATION WHERE PEOPLE ON THE FREE SUBSCRIPTION TIER WILL BE FORCED TO PAY TO FINISH WORK THEY’VE STARTED.

At first, I thought it was just me being luckless with technology, but a quick google revealed dozens of similar stories littering Reddit and teh messageboards.

Now, it’s one thing for a software-as-a-service company not to offer a free tier. That’s their prerogative and, if you know you can’t afford a paid subscription, you just don’t sign up with those companies. It’s a completely different thing for a company to lure in users with a free subscription tier, then lock them out of their own work in the hope of extorting funds from them.

If you’re a creator and you’re thinking of signing up with Elevenlabs: don’t. They will rip you off.

If you’re a creator and you already have a free account with Elevenlabs: finish what you’re working on and then delete it. Or you will get ripped off.

If you’re a creator and you have a paid account with Elevenlabs: finish what you’re working on and then delete it. If they’re fucking over the free users now, it’s only a matter of time before they start fucking over their paying customers. That’s how companies work: if they think they can get away with something and it’ll yield a quick buck, they’ll fucking do it. Don’t be standing near them when the shit hits the fan.

If you’re not a creator, or you just don’t use TtV software, spread the word anyway. Because if you can’t benefit from a heads up, maybe your friends or their friends can. And also because fuck Elevenlabs for getting greedy and trying to scam their own users.

EDIT: I've somehow gotten back onto the site without any login credentials due to what appears to be a glitch. It looks like their knobby little "fuck you pay us" message actually triggered some sort of system error that allowed me to sneak back on unsuspected. Gotta hand it to corpo types. When they shoot themselves in the foot, they use a giant fuck-off space laser.

[sammichbreadalmighty]

Oh my Jesus Christ, how fucking hard does it need to be to stretch an image on a goddamn iPhone. All I wanted to do was stretch a goddamn picture so that it had that funny overstretched effect so I could add it to a meme I was making. And if I was doing this shit on a computer or something, I could have just copy and pasted it into Ms paint or whatever the hell, stretched it, then copy and pasted it back out into where I wanted it. Hell I’m pretty sure you can stretch images from just the photos app if you’re on windows. BUT NOT FUCKING APPLE. NOOOOO OF COURSE FUCKING NOT!!!!!! THAT WOULD BE STUPID!!!! THAT WOULD BE SIMPLY FUCKING PREPOSTEROUS!!!!!!!! My first thought was to try and adjust the aspect ratio to something slimmer, BUUUUUUUT it doesn’t stretch to fit like it would in any other goddamn software it just crops it and fucking zooms in. So I look this shit up and it basically says I need a third party app. WHY THE FUCK DO I NEED A THIRD PARTY APP FOR SUCH A BASIC GODDAMN FEATURE THATS BUILT IN TO SO MANY OTHER GODDAMN OPERATING SOFTWARES YOU PIECE OF SHIT APPLE. And now, I’m not gonna go into why I can’t really download other apps, because tumblr doesn’t need to know my living situation, but let me just say, I can’t. Not at the moment at least. But whether or not I can or can’t download other apps is mostly irrelevant to this because it is such a fucking basic and fundamental feature like Jesus Christ. So like I’ve been trying to find a pre-installed app that lets me do those things that could have been done in literally five goddamn seconds had I had access to a computer of any fucking type. I go into the notes app, keynote, even fucking pages. WHO THE FUCK HAS EVER USED PAGES IN THEIR LIFE?!?!?!?!?????? And like I was so excited when I saw in the pages app that no one has ever used in their goddamn life, that there appeared around the image 4 circles that were in the middle of the top edge of the image, bottom edge, left edge, and right edge. Because in any CIVILISED EDITING SOFTWARE those are used to squish and stretch the image. But NOOOO. This is apple we’re talking about. This is the fucking Wild West motherfuckers. It wasn’t used to stretch or squash the image, it was used to FUCKING CROP THE DAMN THING. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE AT APPLE??!???!?!????!???? Like I still can’t believe that they don’t have this feature fucking built in?!?!??! Like JUST LET ME STRETCH THE FUNNY IMAGE OF SUSIE DELTARUNE SO SHE LOOKS FUNNY WHEN I EDIT HER INTO AN IMAGE YOU STUPID PEICE OF SHIT. WHOEVER DESIGNED THIS SHIT TO WHERE YOU NEED TO DOWNLOAD A THIRD PARTY APP TO STRETCH A FUCKING IMAGE, I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL. I HOPE YOU GET UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT HUNGRY AS FUCK WITH NO WAY OF FEEDING YOUR HUNGER. AND AS YOU WALK THEOUGH YOUR HOUSE LOOKING FOR FOOD YOU STEP ON LEGOS, MAKING YOU STUMBLE FORWARD AND STUB YOUR GODDAMN TOES. I WISH THAT THE ONLY FOOD IN THE HOUSE IS EXPIRED. I WISH THAT YOU ARE SO HUNGRY THAT YOU CAVE INTO EATING THE EXPIRED FOOD AND THAT IT GIVES YOU FOOD POISONING FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT. THATS WHAT I FUCKING WISH HAPPENS TO YOU EVERY. GODDAMN. NIGHT. BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS EVEN MORE FUCKING STUPID THAN THE IPAD NOT HAVING A FUCKONG CALCULATOR APP. FUCK YOU.

[someonechaotic]

I got no images but loads of sims drama

as I am still unable to access the online world upon my computer, I’m stuck with no images once again. However, this save is chaotic enough that if I didn’t talk about it I’d regret it,

so introducing My Saved Game 40, with the household Big Oh No, I need to introduce al the sims but that will be under the cut to prevent me from accidently bombarding your poor page

Alright, so I started with 7 sims (this is important trust me) my sims being:

Zaidan, also nicknamed hot werewolf dilf for reasons that would be obvious if I had a picture but for now you gotta trust me on this, always punching punchbags or working out or bullying monochrome motherfucker Ron

Dumbass, I introduced him already in my first blog along with photos, he’s human, he’s stupid and he’s back for more

Vito, comedic genius with a love for food, would actually probably try to marry ice cream, human (was) and yea

Angel, literally does fuck all in this save except get extremely jacked and I mean JACKED his piss would probably break the moon in half

you know where I got that from

Ron, Vampire that also does nothing except be bullied, a few things I’ll tell later and play the violin, and go literally insane over hip hop music what is this guys problem

magdaleno, also does nothing, alien, yeah

And Ainsley, yeah you can tell which two sims I focused on this save huh… Vampire rockstar yeah

My save starts of pretty normal, Clemente frost asking my sim if he wants to go to Batuu, zaidan and Ron arguing as dumbass is in the background playing video games, nothing much really happens within the first few days other than dumbass getting a job and me adding a pool,

it’s only until a sim week? Is when all the sudden, magdaleno decides he’s a mermaid just like Angel and tries to sleep in the fucking pool.

let’s just say he definitely didn’t wake up from that sleep. But I don’t know if his death cursed my household or not, because all the sudden my sims started dropping like flies,

after I had gotten Magdaleno’s ghost into my household I saved my game, a couple of uneventful minutes go by, or what I thought were uneventful minutes, because I realise that some time between now and retrieving magdaleno I’m back down to six sims

I check my sims, Zaidan… Dumbass… Magdaleno… Ains… Vito???? WHERES VITO?

So I start panicking and searching through the house like it’s home alone

Eventually I go into vitos room and find a fucking urn, no death scene, no camera movement, he just died without a warning from laughter

after that panic is over, I start panicking again, because now my stupid fucking vampire Ainsley has drank from dumbass and is now running across the sunny streets possessed

so now they’re dead too I’m screaming grabbing vito and getting him to plead for Ainsley but it’s too fucking late and the grim jeeper already has their soul in hand probably sick of seeing my household

anyway, 3 ghosts in household later and it’s werewolf time, during all this, dumbass has been befriending the werewolf in the household, me and my friend then decided that werewolf dumbass is just what this world needs, one cursed bite later and dumbass nearly starving to death and now we have two werewolves feraly roaming the household

Now, this is where I find my new found love for werewolves, I always doubted werewolves in this game cause idk I didn’t like how they looked, but finally playing them, I really enjoy them, gotta play a wolf who does nothing but terrorise sims still….

anyway, also found out werewolves and possession dont mix….

for some reason, what I thought would be a goofy mess also turned ot wholesome, because my Veteran werewolf Zaidan ended up mentoring Dumbass through it in a way, and in no time Dumbass was already a uh WHATS the fucking rank called the one before veteran I forgot but he went up in the ranks pretty darn fast

and then my other dumbass vampire sim drank from him, became pissed, then became possessed and then also proceeded to die in the same way my other vampire did

I swear these fucking vampires don’t Leeann a Fucking lesson

a couple of sims days go by pretty uneventfully, dumbass becomes more celebrity I guess, but that’s all, that is until my ghost, Ainsley, gets FUCKING ABDUCTED by aliens

and this is where I say “oh for fucks sake that was for dumbass, you can’t get impregnated by aliens”

little did I know. I guess dumbass’s alien luck is only passed down to werewolves who decide to make him one of them, because next thing I know my hot werewolf dilf Zaidan is up in the sky in a UFO

I didn’t think that much of it when he came back, just thought “oh for fucks sake that one was for dumbass too you bitch”

but when I click on the spaceship with him accidently, I find out too early that he’s FUCKING PREGNANT!?!

so this is where I REALLY panic, it was already tough enough fitting seven sims in the house, let alone a fucking eighth

also I was not fucking prepared for a fucking child on the way, and neither was zaidan

so he gives birth to a boy that I forgot his name but quickly became obsessed with zaidan and his child because I noticed that zaidan would only sleep on the floor next to his child’s crib and I have way too many photos of this on my computer because it’s fucking adorable

nothing much really happens after that, my ghosts are afraid of ghosts, zaidan raises a surprisingly great child, dumbass continues to be a pain in the ass with his werewolf temptrements can’t fucking spell the word but SERIOUSLY THEY GAVE MY TECHIE SIM WHO WORKS AS A TECH GURU FUCKING EASILY EXCITABLE, GRUMPY WOLF AND I FORGOT THE OTHER ONE BUT HE CANT BE INSIDE FOR LONG TIMES I swear I’m gonna put his fucking computer outside

if you don’t know easily excitable is when the werewolf gains fury by being playful, watching TV and, get this, playing video games

this has ruined my geek tech guru techie sim this man’s life literally runs on video games come on

grumpy wolf is where they need to sleep more times else they also gain fury which also happens right when dumbass needs to go outside so good job I got him Wolf Nap while I did

and I think his last one he got given was Prideful which wasn’t too bad I don’t think but these are a pain in the ass already

[helpimstuckinafandom]

Whoever invented OneDrive can choke I never fucking asked for you to download all my computer files in fact I specifically didn't log in and refused you fucking access but you did it anyway because my pc requires a microsoft email log in and now my storage is too fucking full and I will stop recieving emails because of it and deleting files in OneDrive deletes them from my pc I never fucking asked for this and and and now by undownloading it from my pc (which it assured me would be fine and all my files would still be on onedrive and my computer) they aren't and it's deleted the files from my computer that are saved on the OneDrive so now I really have to be careful not to get rid of things on OneDrive but no of course it took my sims 4 files so all of my sims 4 saves every single fucking one is missing so I have to take them back from OneDrive to play them but of course fucking not because something happened and they're not on my FUCKING OneDrive either every single motherFUCKING SAVE IS GONE I'M GOING TO FUCKING CRY I HATE THIS STUPID CLOUD THING I NEVER FUCKING ASKED

[thewritingaurora]

This looks fun

Starting us off we have Xes

Xes is smart but also very stupid.

Yep, this metal head can learn how to traverse dimensions and can make computer systems that seem like utter witchcraft (which they kinda are) but can ze figure out where to put the gem with a gem shaped hole in front of them? Absolutely not, don’t be ridiculous

Xes had an emo phase.

Had? No no, they’re still in it, just look at there jet black hood, cloak and other garments

Xes is not allowed to drink energy drinks.

I know that ze’re an android and caffeine wouldn’t really work but fuck that, all I can imagine now is Xes vibrating aggressively and just darting around the town at breakneck speeds, maybe the caffeine overload broke some of their code that limited how fast they can go

Xes has one, very simple word that they cannot figure out how to pronounce.

Yeah definitely

Ok next, Rosie

Rosie can kill you in an instant, but wont.

Yeah probably, as I said in my documentation “She believes every problem can be solved by being peaceful and civil is always the best way of dealing with problems even if that problem is running at her with with a battle-axe in hand”

Rosie wears Hello Kitty socks

Yeah that fits

Rosie is awful with technology and doesn't know how to use a smart phone.

Well seeing as she lives in a dimension where they don’t exist that kinda makes sense

Rosie forgets to eat sometimes.

Yeah… she’ll remind others to eat but not herself

Moving on, The Observant

The Observant got hit by a bus once.

Yeah no, this motherfucker is constantly paying attention to anything and everything around them, if they did get hit, they would go flying sure but I think the bus would be damaged a lot

The Observant desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one.

Yep, just yep

The Observant sucks at saying tongue twisters.

I just picture this incredibly formal being, perfectly composed saying every word perfectly and then just endlessly stumbling over their words trying to say it

The Observant is in your house.

Oh, that’s fun, time to go quiz the fuck out of them

And finally, Leander

Leander is tumblr famous.

Yeah, if this dork ever got access to tumblr I would not be surprised

Leander is a horrible liar.

Sort of, it depends, like sometimes he will be the smoothest liar on the planet other times you have to wonder if he’s trying to lie or if he’s trying to make it as obvious as possible

Leander always has a sword on them.

Ok but this is just straight up true

Leander killed Princess Diana.

As funny as that would be, I don’t think he would

And that’s kinda all of my OCs, I don’t have many because I kinda only made my first one by accident and then I gave that one a friend and then I made a story with those two and we need the other main ish characters and that’s where the other two showed up

I’ll tag people @thewritingdragonelf @phoenixradiant @ratedn

OC Headcannon tag!

Looks like everyone else is doing it, so I guess I'll jump on! Thanks @illarian-rambling, @theink-stainedfolk, @fortunatetragedy, @willtheweaver, @beloveddawn-blog and whoever else tagged me :)

Rules: use this headcanon generator to generate some headcanons for your OCs! How accurate are they?

Let's start with Luna!

Luna almost drank the lethal dosage of caffine once.

You know what, I believe that. She's got the self-control of a feral squirrel.

Luna has a mary sue oc.

If she has any, they would definitely all be Mary Sues :)

Luna is oblivous to any and all romantic interest someone may show them.

She might be aromantic, but she's not blind. She'd know. (And be deeply disgusted.)

Next up: Iraela :)

Iraela is pansexual.

Lmao no. She's the straightest straight to ever straight.

Iraela knows fnaf lore.

This does psychic damage upon reading, but I have to agree. In a world in which fnaf lore is available, she would definitely be a fan.

Iraela likes to sing at 4 in the morning. Their neighbors hate them.

Also absolutely true, if she had neighbours to annoy.

And to round them all up: Katherine! (Oh god I still haven't written the epilogue for apns)

Katherine has been to prison.

Depends on what you count as prison, I guess. She'd sure say her home was a prison.

Katherine does intricate and expensive cosplays.

Again, depends on what you count as cosplay. (Technically, she's been running around in the world's most intricate cosplay of a teenage girl, so...)

Katherine has one, very simple word that they cannot figure out how to pronounce.

Absolutely not. She's too pedantic to allow that to occur. She probably has like 5 dictionaries memorised just in case.

Tagging @drchenquill, @mundanemoongirl, @possiblylisle, @paeliae-occasionally and anyone else interested!

[heythereitsace]

The Spoonie's Way

I've tried/failed at The Artist's Way for several years. I've tried to tough it out on my own (bad choice) and with real life groups (better) and weekly Zoom meets (best). But I've always struggled to keep up the habits I develop over the twelve weeks, particularly things like the Morning Pages, and I think I've realised why:

The Artist's Way is not designed with disability in mind.

For me, specifically, I've got hypermobility. That means my body bends further than it should, and it makes certain things more painful or much more effort. One of those things? Writing with a pen.

The Morning Pages are a cornerstone of The Artist's Way, and right off the bat you're told that they should be done long-hand (handwritten) AND first thing in the morning.

"Just get up half an hour earlier," the book prompts you. "Gift yourself this morning time."

No no no. My poor broken hands means that half an hour is not nearly enough time to scratch out three pages. I need at least an hour, maybe 90 minutes, to get that done. And my hands are RUINED after that. Like, don't ask me to now make breakfast, or drive, or do up buttons. Looking back now, no wonder I couldn't get through these courses! I was being asked to do MUCH more than Julia Cameron thinks she's asking, because I'm not the default body she imagines when she's putting this course together. I don't think it's malicious, I just think it's a lack of thought.

The hardest thing about it (before you realise this course isn't designed with disability in mind) is that the course tells you "This may be tough, but stick with the discipline of it. It's worth it."

That may be true for folks without jelly joints, but this was NOT a worthwhile discipline for me. I threw myself against it again and again, and all it did was hurt me, wreck my mornings, and make me feel like a colossal failure.

So, if there are any fellow spoonies also struggling through The Artist's Way, let me share with you a few tweaks that myself and other spoonie friends have used, so that you can enjoy the challenge without it being impossible.

YOU DON'T NEED TO HANDWRITE YOUR MORNING PAGES. I give you permission. If you've tried it and it hurts, or it puts your body into a bad position, or it takes way too much time out of your day, TYPE THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS. I like to use a website called 750 Words which is inspired by the Morning Pages. It's a really simple writing space which gives you a confetti celebration on the screen when you hit the target, shows you your writing streak, and converts your daily mind-dump into beautiful data which I ADORE. 750 Words is free for the first month and then you pay after that, but it doesn't even need to be that complicated - just write in a Google Doc, or whatever writing space works best on your computer. As long as it's saved and stored in a way that you can find it, and it's not going to be easily accessed by others, you're doing great.

YOU DON'T NEED TO WRITE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING. My partner has ADHD and mornings are NOT his friend. He hasn't had his meds, he's often struggling from coming to bed late, it's just the absolute worst time for him. You know when IS a good time? Writing in the evenings. He loves doing that. Once he gave himself permission to sit down and write in the evenings, he didn't miss a day, and it became an awesome daily wind-down for him. If mornings are complicated for medication or insomnia or neutrodivergent reasons, experiment with writing at different times and see if you can find a time that better fits you. Being able to write regularly is more important than writing first thing.

IT DOESN'T NEED TO BE THREE PAGES. Buy a smaller notebook. Or buy a bigger one and write just one page. Choose your own word count on your digital doc. Set a timer and write until it goes, or write until YOU feel you're finished. This is your space. Find what works for you.

TREAT IT LIKE A SCIENCE EXPERIMENT. Everyone's different, and it might take a few goes to find exactly what works for you. So, by all means, try the Morning Pages as described to start with. But if you find that it doesn't work, rather than coming down hard on yourself for 'failing', treat the whole thing like a science experiment. So, it didn't work today. Why was that? What can I tweak to get a more consistent result? And then try that change for the next iteration. You don't have to keep bashing your head against it hoping for a different result. We spoonies have it hard enough. Mould this creative tool into one that fits your hands, your body, and your life.

[victorlincolnpine]

I feel like I need to actually add some chronological context here.

I finally got Internet access in 2017 when I was able to use college computers and a shitty Dell PC to access it. I never knew that magical age of the '90s that you think is so good and innocent.

I arrived while Trump was in office and his incessant entourage Nazi motherfuckers were in full force to try and convert every single kid they could find into being as much a Nazi as possible. I fell into prageru videos for God's sake. And I was on 4chan multiple times. Hell, I got groomed on Discord.

But around 2019, I also got deradicalized. I started learning a better worldview than what my mother forced me into. I realized I was trans. I stopped being a piece of shit, or rather I started trying not to be a piece of shit for once in my life.

And I got better at noticing those problems online. Noticing those predators and the Nazis that were trying to further radicalize me. I learned this by finding good communities. Communities that were left leaning.

By 2021 I was well on my way to heading out the door and then on March 11th of that year did actually physically head out the door to my own life with the help of people online. Reddit specifically.

It's 2024 now and I'm almost done with college, I've got part-time jobs that pay me enough to live on, and I'm able to teach someone about warning signs and red flags before they get hurt themselves by the things that can happen online and IRL. Not teach them very well, but still be able to give pointers.

I would never have gotten that if my internet was restricted.

So many privileged motherfuckers like to wax philosophical about whether unrestricted internet access is bad for kids.

"oh, the internet has Nazis in it and challenges that can get you killed!!!"

Guess what real life has you arrogant prick? Nazis and people that can kill you! Parents who teach you to be a bigoted monster and strangers (and family) that molest you. Monsters of every flavor that are also online.

God you idiotic fucker.

But do you know what IRL doesn't have? The ability to contact people across the fucking globe! People that yes can hurt you, but also people that can help you.

Try to get help IRL and best you'll find is one or two people if you are luckier than Charlie in the chocolate factory. Try the same online and you can find entire communities dedicated to fixing a specific problem you might have.

I found a place to rent in a place to escape to from my mom online. And that was in this day and age. With gamergate and Nazis on the internet at every corner.

I'd never have gotten that help without unrestricted internet access. And never have gotten even my fucking job without unrestricted internet access.

Even today. With everything in mind even today a child is better off with unrestricted internet access than restricted.

[pang3l]

Miracles

Ergi x Mckenna (The Remarried Empress)

Words : 878

Warning : Slight cursing and Ergi being "why the fuck not" the entire time

A/N : For a certain mother-therapist-Erkena enthusiast of mine (@imbouttasue)

Summary : Ergi is a disabled young man, as he goes on with his life as a streamer and hoping for a while miracle to come by. Fortunately, a certain blue bird came to his life. (ao3 link)

"And that's a wrap for today!" shouts the blonde haired man into the microphone. Despite his energetic outburst, he was pretty tired from streaming for 4 hours straight and his body was sore for sitting down on his wheelchair and looking at nothing besides the screen, though it wasn't as if he could just walk up and stretch.

His chat immediately spikes up fast with his watchers telling him to play one more game, "Geez guys, it's been 4 hours, aren't you all tired?" by which the chat responded with a chorus of "NO"s. Ergi just laughed at his chat antics "This is why none of you have a life." Before he could even make his way to read donations, the text-to-speech was activated, "At least we can walk" it said.

Ergi just sighs amusingly as the chat went wild, this is the norm for him. His chat definitely likes to point out the very obvious and he's too used by this even before he started streaming to even get annoyed by the constant teasing by his chat or bashing by random online strangers.

But then his attention was drawn to the light tapping of his bedroom window. He brightens up, knowing who, or I guess what, it is. He lived alone on the 5th floor of an accessible apartment. While it wouldn't be considered that high, it would still be difficult going in or out from the balcony, especially considering Ergi's disability.

"Okay guys i have to go now" he said without even looking at his camera. Another text-to-voice message popped out, "You won't let a human take care of you yet you'd allow a fucking bird" it said. Ergi grimaced, "Yeah yeah, i'm motherfucking Cinderella, bye bitches" he finally closed his stream and turned off his computer before making his way to his window.

He opened the window and immidiatly a blue bird flew into his room. He doesn't know why, but this little birdie who he has named 'Chiper' has been visiting him almost everyday, mostly in the evening. Even if it doesn't get a chance to visit him in the evening, it usually comes by at night, knocking on his window but doesn't fly in instead just placing a small flower for Ergi.

He didn't question it much. He's not someone to believe in miracles but the fact that he's still alive and doing well was already a miracle enough so a blue bird that takes care of him isn't that weird to him. Even his chat seems to not find Chiper's behaviour weird and yes he had introduced them, much to Chiper's dismay.

Chiper was flying around Ergi's head before Ergi outstretched his finger and Chiper landed on it. "Well hello there little birdie. Enjoyed your evening stroll?" the bird only chirped and nuzzled it's head against Ergi's thumb. Ergi chuckled, he loves seeing the bird cooed up against him. At least someone wants to be near him.

Before long the bird flies again, this time tugging Ergi's sleeve. Ergi understood and chuckled, "Okay okay, don't rush me or you'll get hurt" yes this was what the bird usually does, trying to get him to bed.

Ergi had his own bedroom away from his streaming room, but he has made a habit of sleeping there that he just sets up his own bed. Ergi slowly moved with his wheelchair as Chiper chirps at him on his bed. He gripped the side od his bed and slowly got up, Chiper immidiatly held his other sleeve to help him. Once settled and Ergi is laying on the bed, Chiper flew again this time to grab the blanket that was messily thrown to the side and, while struggling, he managed to at least cover Ergi's legs so that Ergi doesn't get cold and can cover his body anytime.

Chiper landed on Ergi's chest, tilting it's head and flapping it's wings. Ergi just smiles, he's usualy more talkative to the bird but he's just way too tired. "Thank you for always taking care of me" his eyelids starts to feel heavy. "If you were a person… i would've fell hard for you by now" and finally he couldn't fight back the urge to sleep and doze off.

Chiper just stood there watching the sleeping Ergi. It cooed and peck Ergi's cheeks and flew to his balcony. But he didn't leave. Instead he returned back to his human form, he sighed and ran his hair to his fingers. "Damn that bastard" while his words was harsh, his face and gaze couldn't be anymore softer.

"Oh right i'm naked"

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When Ergi woke up, to say he was shocked to find a gorgeously naked man with blue hair sleeping next to him. He blinked once, then twice, then checked under the covers to sigh in relief to find that he was still clothed and the man had a pair of shorts on.

He layed there, staring at the ceiling, then stared back at the stranger. He watches as his breath rises up and down slowly. He should be questioning and panicking… but he doesn't. Instead he just snuggles closee to the mysterious man.

Well, his life is full of miracles, who's to say this isn't just one of them?