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She hated how fuzzy her brain felt. God. She wished it would stop.
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🎶oops i did it again🎶 i wrote more donna and fourteen because i am obsessed with their little domestic ending
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“Huuhhh-huh’EISCHhhh!” The Doctor watched her shoulders tighten as she sniffled into a tissue.
“Rassilon, you’re tense,” he said.
“I’ve been stressed,” Donna muttered before sneezing twice more.
“Please, let me get some of those knots out,” he sighed.
“Like… a massage?” she asked suspiciously.
“Sure. I’m very knowledgeable in human anatomy.” Donna choked at the statement.
“Please…. don’t word it…. like that,” she said between coughs.
“Right, sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Now sit down. Let me work on your shoulders.”
“Fine,” she sighed as she sat in front of him. The Doctor ran his hands over her upper back to assess the muscles.
“Those desk jobs will really get you. You know sitting is worse for your spine than both standing or lying down.”
“Not like I have much of a choice,” she said before sniffling. The Doctor began to move his thumbs in a circular motion, pressing into her shoulders. He thought she felt a bit warmer than usual, but he didn’t mention it.
“Oh, that’s nice,” she sighed, melting into his touch. “You’d think Shaun would do this for me once in a while.”
“Oh- Shaun! Do you think he’d mind-“
“He doesn’t care, mate,” she assured. “He knows you’re not my type.”
“Well, maybe not this version of me,” he smirked.
“Oi! Watch it! You can’t even talk. Your type is blokes from the 1600s.”
“That was one time,” he argued.
He felt her breath hitch and assumed she was about to throw back another retort, but she stayed silent. Her chest heaved several more times before she sneezed harshly into her hands.
“Hehh’KTSCHhhoo! Ei’schiEWw! Hehhhh- huh’XTGGghh!”
“Bless you,” The Doctor glanced down at her with concern. “You feeling alright?”
“Think I’m coming down with something,” she said with a wet sniffle as she rubbed her nose. “Been feeling run down the last few days.”
“Mmmm,” he frowned. “Can I get you anything?”
“I’m okay. Just keep doing what you’re doing,” she sighed.
“Sure.” He focused on her shoulders and then moved down to her back. He was a bit worried about the fact she was already running a fever.
“Hih’SHIEWww! Ugh, sorry. That one snuck up on me.”
“You should take something,” The Doctor said softly. “You sound congested,” he added before she could protest.
“I don’t even know what we have. I never get sick,” she groaned.
“Never say never.”
“Where are you going?” she asked as he began to walk away.
“Looking for medicine.”
“Please don’t wake up-“ she was interrupted by the sudden clattering of pots and pans.
“Doctor,” she groaned.
“Sorry!”
“Enough with the shouting! It’s midnight!”
“Well you’re shouting, too!”
“Only because-“
“Donna?”
She whipped her head around to see her husband standing in the doorway. He was wearing a t shirt and joggers, clearly still half asleep.
“Ugh, I’m sorry. He can’t be quiet to save his life,” she said, gesturing towards The Doctor.
“It’s alright,” he said, coming closer and wrapping his arms around her. He frowned as she uncharacteristically rested her head on his chest.
“You okay, Hon? You feel a little warm,” he said, brushing her bangs out of her face.
“Think I’m sick.” She stayed there for a moment before suddenly pulling away and taking a step back. “You should keep your distance. I can sleep on the sofa.”
“Donna,” he sighed. “It’s fine.”
“No, really-“
“Shaun! Hello!” The Doctor greeted as he approached the couple.
“Doctor, how are you?”
“Oh, I’m just fine. This one, on the other hand,” he said, glancing at Donna, “needs to take two of these.” He handed her a box of cold and flu capsules.
“Please tell me you didn’t tear apart my entire house to find this,” she said.
“Of course not, just your kitchen…. but I’ll clean it up!”
“Doctor…. Ei’KTCHHOO!”
“Yes, yes you’re very welcome, now please take it.” Donna was apparently not too sick to shoot him an annoyed glare.
“Here, I’ll get you some water,” Shaun cut in. He gave The Doctor a knowing glance as he walked past him.
“You’re lucky to have that man,” The Doctor said conversationally.
“I know,” Donna sniffed. “Much less lucky to have you destroying my kitchen.”
“Right! Yes! I’ll go clean that up.”
“No,” she stopped him. “You can do it in the morning. I don’t need you waking anyone else- Ei’KTSCHhh! Hihhh’SCHIEWWw!”
“Bless you. And fair point.”
“Here, Donna,” Shaun said as he handed her a glass of water.
“Thank you.” She opened the package and swallowed two pills.
"It’s late, you should come to bed,” Shaun whispered, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
“I already told you, I’m sleeping on the sofa,” she said.
“Come on, Love.”
“No. I don’t want you catching this.”
“Doctor, can you please talk some sense into my wife?”
“Donna,” The Doctor took her hands into his. “You need to rest. You’re not going to get any sleep unless you’re in your own bed.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Plus, you never know what you’ll get out of it….”
“Oh, shut up,” she said, half annoyed, half embarrassed. The Doctor grinned like a child as he saw Shaun avert his eyes.
“Also, I will annoy you endlessly if you stay here. I figured out something new with the sonic. Turns out if I alter the thermodynamic-“
“Okay, you win,” she said with an eye roll. “Good night.”
"Thank you,” Shaun mouthed to him as they started to walk away. Donna paused in the doorway and turned towards The Doctor with a smirk.
“Oh, and I expect to hear all about tonight’s adventure to 1666 in the morning.”
#one day i will write something else#but today is not that day#i just love them so much#author is american#and it shows#sneezeblr#snzfucker#coldfucker#d/octor w/ho#d/onna n/oble#f/ourteenth d/octor
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so i've had a lil fic idea floating in my head for a bit. it's fun to think about!
#i mutilate out of love i Swear! cuteness aggression or something like that#my favs always get the. uh. the. hm. violence? maiming? Trauma? all of the above...#im trying to muster up the energy to Write! its not going well!#im too out of practice smh#in the meantime im satiating myself with these two doodles#but yeah its too fluffy around here. i need to throw some blood in the water#well. stuffing. puppets dont have blood although i wish they did <3 that would be so cool <3#scribble salad#welcome home#wallys fine i swear. or he will be. in my mind#he finally gets a nap! for One Day Only!#meanwhile everyone else gets Lifelong Trauma!#im feeling impatient so im gonna post this now#its like... 5 am....#no sleep for me tonight! yeehaw and hawyee and all that
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Samurai and Ninja in crappy pics because December here is under a constant cloud and I just want y'all to see them all golden and cute without learning how to take aesthetic pictures 🥴 💙❤️😆🥰
linktr.ee/Mezzy
#klance#can i tell everyone to look away before i write tags to someone privately lmao no? damn#anyway yes i meant music!! and thank you for sharing something!!#baking seems like a hyperfixation#like i know you said you baked once but then look at me#...i was thinking if i could make salads.... i gotta be medicore at least at one food thing#its a joke its a joke#i will one day get used to focusing on more complicated kitchen work than heating up meat or cooking things in salt and water#anyone else had trouble getting out of bed this december?#once i do i try to pick physical activities that dont require creative thinking because man#at the post office i had small talk with a lady waiting in line she didnt speak polish so u know me it happened#and she recommended light therapy lamp#im very tempted to try it becase i had record bad thoughts sleepless nights and jerking awake this month#it might be rooted in economic instability growing inflation costs of living and shitty working conditions while still trying to buy gifts?#but hey there are things we cant have control over and there are things we can#ive got winter wonderland comic coming though#i will try my best to speed-finish it as a christmas gift aight#i hope its going to be a nice thing!!#wow thats a long set of tags
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IT'S KAWOSHIN DAY!!! As well as the last day of Kawoshin Week :') It's been such a blast, gonna miss it when it's over
Kawoshin Week Day 7: Cuddling/domestic fluff! + Sleepover and Spinoffs (again)! Based on the Campus Apocalypse sleepover chapter ☺️
#shinji ikari#kaworu nagisa#kawoshin#neon genesis evangelion#campus apocalypse#nge#nge ca#toma draws#kawoshinweek2024#CAwoshin again! wanted to ensure my favorite niche kawoshin got some representation in the week in case no one else did stuff with them...#which wasn't the case since literally every fill for the spinoffs prompt has been campus apocalypse!!! which i'm overjoyed about 🥺#my second option for today was finishing a sonicverse kawoshin wip for the free day prompt. but i already included sonic in the week with-#the song lyrics i used for my day 5 piece so i went with this instead#also went with this because. um. my original plan for today was actually. a CA fic for these same prompts set after said sleepover chapter#but i'm neither fast nor confident at writing so i. haven't finished it (i DID get it to almost 1500 words so far though! progress)#so i thought i'd color something i drew while thinking about it :')#i did it while taking a break from my day 5 piece and was pretty loose about it so it's not super polished and i'm not sure how i feel abt-#the colors but! it hits the soft cozy vibe i was going for and that's good enough for me#if i manage to finish the fic within the year i might still include it as a very late week entry... no promises though. we'll see
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sasuke: i’m still glad we made up and all but….
naruto: …..but?
sasuke: us killing each other would have been SO romantic
naruto: i was JUST thinking about that—
#naruto#naruto shippuden#naruto incorrect quotes#sasunaru#sns#uchiha sasuke#uzumaki naruto#the way their brains work is The Same™️#also i think they frequently think about the homoeroticism of their attempts to murder each other#i CERTAINLY do#it’s one of those things i try to sneak in whenever i write fics for them but i dont think it EVER comes across#i want to write a full fic dedicated to it one day cause#UGH#the joy that you get to keep living together versus the regret that you couldn’t die together#the knowledge that the life you were so determined to claim#that you alone wanted to take#will likely be taken by something else#and you’re happy you don’t have to do it but you’re devastated something else will#UGH a favorite theme of mine#i want to explore it narratively i want to explore it narratively SO bad#sorry if this sounds off my meds wore off like three hours ago#and im going insane thinking about their dynamic to distract myself ig
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I need to talk about Julian's whole thing with Sloan in Extreme Measures cause it does actually make me feel a certain kind of rabid
Extreme Measures is a great episode for the Julian/Miles dynamic and has a lot of great moments with them but I think an underrated element of the episode is how it very plainly shows just how much the Dominion War has changed Julian, and how his morals have shifted into a much greyer area
Julian in this episode is very callous towards Sloan even as he's literally dying. he has no issues violating Sloan's mind, and when Sloan dies, the only reason he actually cares is because the answers and secrets Sloan has will die with him. truly cannot emphasize enough just how deeply Julian fucking hates Sloan, and sheer hatred isnt something we really see all that much from Julian, especially not to the degree he was with Sloan
even with that, though, Julian has never been like that with another patient. Julian doesnt let his personal feelings get in the way of being a doctor, and always treats his patients with the utmost care and his best work. Julian was willing to find a cure for the Jem'Hadar's addiction, simply because they asked for help, even if it meant potentially making them into a much bigger threat than they already were. Julian treated Tain in Camp 371. and, sure, Julian does treat Sloan, but he does so explicitly because Sloan has information they need, not because he has any care for Sloan's life
and I think that- his willingness to violate Sloan's mind to get what they need, and how he didn't particularly care that Sloan died- is a really bleak look at just how much the war has changed Julian and how much it's shifted his moral compass. throughout the war, Julian has been ordered time and time again to compromise his morals. add to that several traumatic events- multiple of which are orchestrated by Sloan- and a slide into deep depression, and it's no wonder he gets to a point where he can do the things he does in this episode
and I dont think it hits him until much later. I think one day, long after the war has ended and theyre still rebuilding everything that was broken, Julian lays awake at night and remembers how bad it got and what he became willing to do, and it makes him sick to his stomach
#star trek: ds9#julian bashir#luther sloan#Luther Sloan's death wasn't painful enough I need to bring him back and kill him again#Julian's hatred for Sloan is so compelling to me#I love when a character who is fundamentally kind and compassionate is driven to consuming hatred and rage#and Sloan does that to Julian in ways I dont think anybody else does#and that hatred is what allows Julian to do what he does#cause when you think about it- violating a dying man's mind- that is. INSANE#and not something you would expect from Julian who has always been so staunch about his morals#the morals he's been asked to compromise. over and over. by the people he looks up to#its so tragically ironic#Sloan wanted Julian to move into greyer areas and he got exactly what he wanted#except in the process it also got him killed#and yeah I think it does haunt Julian later#because Julian is a fundamentally good person#so one day he will have to contend with what he did#what he was willing to do#he's too good of a person to not have to wrestle with this at some point#maybe ill write a fic about it#I think about it often
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It happens at night.
When darkness falls and the moon is not enough to illuminate the world, when the stars dim and the monsters are at their most active.
It happens at night.
They are not silent.
Why would they be?
You hear the laughter first. Always the laughter.
The screams and the laughter mixing together in a cacophony that sends shivers down everyone's spines, the sound grating at their ears.
They are not silent.
Knowing they are coming doesn't mean anything.
Their weapons are rudimentary, not a single enchanted item but the ones they took from previous corpses. Their armor does very little to protect their body but it doesn't matter, they welcome death as a blessing, hug her as an old friend.
They come, as a group.
Always a group.
They destroy the lights first, always. Bathed in darkness, like their senses have gotten intimately familiar with it.
A flash of colorful wings, cracked with dirt and blood and debris, and she laughs and laughs as she descends upon you with a stolen knife. She laughs and laughs as they strike her back, as they kill her, she is still laughing when she comes back and attacks again with her bare hands. Blood coats her whole body and she bathes on it.
Eyes that flash in the darkness, pools of blue consumed by madness, eyes that stared at the void and smiled at it. He smiles with blood red lips as he cuts you with a knife made of bone, he smiles as he licks the blood of the blade looking you in the eyes, a challenge, a plea. He smiles as he tears out pieces of the bodies, as he offers it to his companions like offerings. You never thought monsters could be so beautiful.
A flash of corrupted green, static that cuts the air, whispering things you cannot understand, that you cannot make sense off. He follows, without rest, he tears himself apart as long as it keeps you going and going and going, you blink and suddenly you are alone in the middle of nowhere, he smiles, twisted, eyes poison green. The static consumes you.
A sword you never see coming. A moment you are watching your surroundings, ready for an attack, expecting it because you know you are stronger, knowing that victory is promised to you. It doesn't matter, you don't see the blade until it is sticking from your body, gone in the blink of an eye searching for a new victim to sink into. You never see who is holding it.
A flash of ink black wings, in the darkness of the night you can't even see the spots where feathers do not grow anymore. Before you see the wings you can always feel them approaching, a chill down your spine, the air growing colder and colder, mist surrounding you, heavy, oppressing, the smell of blood and candles mixing together. Your death is an offering, a sacrifice. Blood for the Blood God. A soul for the Goddess of Death.
Eyes that stalk you in the darkness, unblinking, challenging you. He laughs and laughs in good nature as he invites you to kill him, as he begs for a reason to feel something, you can swear that sometimes even as his lips spread into the biggest grin you ever saw tears glisten into his golden eyes, his skin glowing, blessed with the un-death. You kill him over and over and over again. It doesn't matter. You cannot kill what was never truly alive in the first place.
A voice, soft in the darkness of the night, singing. Songs of mirth and joy, some in a foreign language most do not speak but those who do recognize the silly little lyrics, she sings and she kills you, she sings as you kill her, she invites you to join her over and over again, coming back like a lamb waiting to be made sacrifice, grinning, asking you why do you care? Why do you fight? You shiver once more as you sink your sword into her knowing she will be back and you still wouldn't have an answer to her question.
They die.
Over and over and over and over and over.
An unending circle of death and resurrection, of blood and pain and screams and laughter and madness.
They don't care.
They come back with the night, they bring darkness, they bring death like a second skin, they laugh and they laugh as they kill and as they die.
This is not Purgatory, they will crackle with blood dripping from their mouths, this is Hell.
Why do you care, they ask with genuine curiosity as you sink diamond blades into unprotected flesh, Why do you care.
Join us, they chant as they disappear into the shadows as the sun threatens to appear, join us, join us, join us.
We will wait for you, the last words spoken before they are gone, when you realize, we will be waiting for you.
You don't relax even when you can't hear their laughter and screams anymore, when you can't feel the madness spreading, consuming.
They will come when the night returns.
They always do.
#good day im still insane#there is so much i want to write i don't even know where to start#this just felt very appropriate im thinking of doing one for each team but still don't know#i was possessed to write this i was in the middle of something else actually#qsmp#qsmp purgatory#team bolas#qsmp cellbit#qsmp philza#qsmp jaiden#qsmp baghera#qsmp slimecicle#qsmp carre#qsmp foolish
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“requiem for methuselah” crazy ass episode for many reasons. Kirk is being fully insane, like I don’t actually think, even controlling for how quickly and easily and readily he seems to fall in love with anybody at the slightest encouragement, that he’d go that bonkers for that android woman he just met while everyone on the ship was this close to dying, but that’s neither here nor there, because in the background you’ve got an equally but much more subtly insane episode for Spock, who extremely uncharacteristically admits to experiencing an emotion (or nearly experiencing, whatever) and that emotion is ENVY of all things. And then spends the rest of the episode warning Kirk away from this new love interest (something that doesn’t usually happen, even when Kirk has very inadvisable love interests) and is, in the end, the person who accurately identifies that Rayna’s competing love for Kirk and Flint is ultimately what overwhelms and destroys her with the most killer line in maybe history???
And then to wrap it up we get an equally uncharacteristic sort of denouement scene (TOS loooves to cut an episode off right after the actual climax, leaving little time for falling action or character reflection, or to stick a sitcom-y button on the end where the gang all smiles and laughs at their misadventures and everything resets to zero, which is not a criticism, it’s just the style of that era of tv, honestly) where Kirk is literally miserable over Rayna’s death (again, kind of unusual for a lot of his love interests, he tends to be able to move on pretty quickly) and Spock goes to see him and he falls asleep right in front of Spock (also odd) and then when Bones comes in to give the final word on Flint, Spock waves him off from waking the Captain (tender) and Bones gives him that awful speech about how it’s sadder that Spock can’t even imagine the love Kirk felt for this random android woman than it is that Kirk lost her in the first place (debatable but also rude) and how his great tragedy is that he can’t love at all like they can and how all he wishes is that Kirk could forget about all of this and move on. AND THEN, to have Bones leave and Spock go over to Kirk and very gently, tenderly, reluctantly touch him and put his hand to his forehead and tell him to forget and HAVE THAT BE THE END OF THE EPISODE??? What am I supposed to do with that??
#‘the joys of love made her human. the agonies of love destroyed her’ hUH. What a cool line.#hope it doesn’t become some sort of…thesis statement for you or something SPOCK#listen my number one beef with the way they write bones is that they just make him completely mischaracterize everything to suit the plot#this man is not an idiot he KNOWS Spock has emotions and just suppresses them#you’re going to tell me he’s been on that ship with Spock for years and thinks he feels no love whatsoever for anyone???#like even after what happened in the empath and in that episode where McCoy thought he was dying#he knows Spock loves people!!! COME ON#does he really just mean romantic love?? that’s so boring WRITE HIM BETTER#also they’re banking a lot on people remembering what the Vulcan mind meld is for that last bit#like I know it comes up a lot but…this is 1968 or whatever. They don’t have this shit on dvd to rewatch#you’re counting on really dedicated fan memory here or on people catching reruns#because otherwise it just looks like Spock waiting to be alone to touch Kirk as tenderly as possible and pray he forgets this woman#truly what’s going on#anyway I kind of hated this episode#like quite frankly there was too much going on#are androids people? would Kirk fall in love that hard that quickly and choose it over the safety of his crew?#why wasnt the illness ravaging the crew a bigger deal??#they didn’t even get into WHY flint was immortal#he was just a regular human and apparently the ONLY one who was granted immortality by the earth’s atmosphere#leaving aside the very creepy and very early born sexy yesterday trope going on throughout#but it was a really good Spock episode if you just….dont look at anything else….#the writer for this one also did Day of the Dove and Mirror Mirror which explains a LOT#two other episodes that are interesting for the character dynamics but really chaotic plot wise#anyway imagine saying to Spock’s face that he has no idea what love can drive a man to do#one has to laugh#tos#star trek#as always…. I’m sorry that I’m Like This
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One more thing about Alan Wake 2 I really love is Rose because characters like her are usually portrayed in a way that feels misogynistic but I don't think Rose is. She's an overly excited and delusional fangirl yes but in a way that feels realistic, and as we saw she doesn't really make any advanced towards Alan despite her obsession so I feel like in a way she's aware of her obsession being parasocial
#she's just one of us fr fr and we love her#idk sorry i've been watching sam lake interviews the whole day#so i had to write something about alan wake or else i would explode and die#alan wake#alan wake 2#neo.txt#i love rose sm
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I love yapping about Alpha and Pebble being a little bit toxic for fun but I created a relationship analysis on accident while yelling at a friend about them (said friend has no fucking clue who I was talking about) so anyway, have 500 words of me rambling about Alpha and Pebble and why they are the way that they are:
edit: tagging @wrathofrats because they are like one of the biggest reasons I went down this rabbit hole
Alpha looks down on most of his packmates but not out of malice. He has a certain natural authority, being one of the oldest ghouls still topside. His mind works on the concept of strength and dominance. He’s not entirely just mean to his packmates, he simply sees his natural authority as something that elevates him. Again there is no bad intention whatsoever, he loves his pack more than anything. That arguably makes his “superiority” even more prominent. He has to watch out for them. When he was summoned the ghouls were treated like shit. Much like back in the pits, they had to fight for their right to exist everyday. Proving their value to the clergy over and over again because if they weren’t useful, what was stopping them from sending them back? Alpha loved Secondo but subconsciously never forgave him for letting his pack be ripped to shreds over and over again. Logically he knew Secondo tried, it cost him not only his status as papa but eventually his life.
Maybe knowing all that explains Alpha and Pebbles relationship.
When Pebble was summoned he looked haggard and frail, not unlike any previously summoned ghouls but something was different. Alpha didn’t quite understand why but he felt the natural impulse to take a stand between the vulnerable earth ghoul and the members of the ministry present. He wouldn’t let them get close, he couldn’t let them hurt him. Eventually Omega managed to take Pebble to the infirmary. Still, Alpha wouldn’t leave his side, growling at siblings and only letting Omega get close enough to provide the needed care.
Pebble was recovering quickly but he stayed rather small. Earth wasn’t around anymore to assess his magical capabilities and the infirmary was too far from any form of nature for Pebble to make it known. So to Alpha that meant he needed to teach the ghoul how to stand his ground against the clergy. If he couldn't defend himself with his fists or his element he should at least have his words. After a few weeks of Alpha essentially bullying the poor ghoul, he started to shoot back. He unknowingly created a monster, as Omega liked to say.
That's how their complicated relationship started. Alpha giving him shit to try and help him survive in the long run but Pebble not really needing that because, as it turns out Pebble was strong and confident in his magic, quickly proving to be one of the strongest earth ghouls the abbey had ever seen.
Long after the last ghoul was banished, Alpha still had a hard time letting go of his past compulsions. It got easier over time. Seeing the pack he loved so much develop without the fear and apprehension he had grown used to. Despite everything, his tough-love-act almost turned into a coping mechanism. A pattern he’d fall back into every now and then. The only ghouls who’d put up with him then were Omega, who would just talk him out of it with his therapy bullshit, and Pebble. Pebble, who knows how to handle it, who knows that Alpha loved him not despite but because of the way he’d act and Pebble who understood.
#i dont even know what this is#character analysis with some angst and relationship sprinkled into it or something#they mean so much to me like y'all dont understand#this is way too long idk if anyone is interested enough to read all this lmaooo#also maybe one day the brain will allow me to write more angst around ghouls being banished cause lord do i have evil thoughts#:3#the band ghost#ghost bc#ghost#ghost band#ghoul thoughts#alpha ghoul#pebble ghoul#omega ghoul#shitghosting#nameless ghoul#idrk what else to tag here
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Just curious what the average level of personal investment in these sorts of things is. Like, how much do people usually get into silly stuff like this their friends ask of them? etc. etc. Which I know, only surveying a small sample on a very specific website means I'm not getting an exact average idea lol, but.. curious nonetheless .. Maybe reblog for bigger sample size but also this is not very serious at all/not worth a call to action gbhjbhjb
#which I know this could be context dependent like.. maybe you'd normally dress up but on a week that#you feel sick you wouldn't or etc. etc. - but I mean.. GENERALLY. in the most general average scenario#where you have the average amount of health and free time that you always do. etc. just based on your personality#and level of investment in these things - what on AVERAGE are you most inclined to do#also of course assume they communicate with you ahead of time and are not like planning a part last minute#like 'throw together costume in 5 hours and show up tonight randomly' or etc. I would hope that if we're going with the#AVERAGE of things - most people's friends have better communication skills than springing entire parties#on people last minute lol#assume you have like.. a few days-a week or so to prepare. however ealrly people usually start talking about#birthdays. In my experience it's usually one or two weeks ahead of time. Like 'oh next weekend' or 'oh two weeks from now' etc.#ANYWAY.. feeling a little Sick again of course but still trying to get some photos or something posted#AGAIN i promise I am not going to exlcusively post polls and ntohing else forever hgkjgnekj#I just really really love the ability to post polls and have always my whole life been obsessed with surveying people#I used to think I wanted to do that as a career somehow like.. be one of the people that does psychological interviews#or produce interview asessments for a company or etc. etc. I am always the one friend in the group thats giving out custom made#surveys or asking for other simialr stuff (did you ever take an mbti quiz? how about enneagra#m?? oh yeah I know they're not really scientifically valid or antyhing but like... DID you take them?? huh?? did you??please?? ghjj)#I simply cannot resist.. posting a little poll every once in a while.. as a treat#whilst I still fall behind on like actual content and costumes and stuff gbjhbjh#New poll adventure should be not as much of a wait as the last one was though since I already have the writing#for it really. I just have to do the ms paint sketch. hopefully no unexpected other health issues will get in the way#*** *** ***#< (anytime I do these three star patterns it is an ocd compulsion not me bleeping out words or something just ignore it lol)#(it means something secret in my evil brain just pretend you do not see it. significant only to me)#BUT YEAH.. ... poll... what type of costume party atendee are you?#:0c
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tag the oc that's most likely to get stuck in a time loop and what kind of time loop it would be
#I feel like Kyana has time loop potential but idk what the exact loop would be#maybe the loop is the entirety of DAO and she keeps getting companions killed/locked into their Bad Endings#and the loop only stops when she manages to get them all to survive the Blight#something something she needs to learn to be a good leader and care about others#unsuccessful loops reset via the archdemon killing her (even if the dark ritual was performed)#Selene gets the classic 'your love interest keeps dying and you try to stop it' time loop#to escape the loop she must Let It Happen (and then it turns out it's fine and everyone survives)#Secret gives me the vibe of someone who knows they're in a time loop but has given up on trying to solve it#she's just going through it. trying everything. keeping herself entertained. trying to stay sane#sometimes she clues Varric in on the looping. sometimes she doesn't#actually maybe her time loop rule is that someone else has to save her from it. nothing she does by herself will work#idk what the exact reset point would be#I'm thinking the Arishok fight maybe. or Meredith#I don't think it would go as far as the Fade#also. after writing Homecoming I did have the thought of a time loop story#with Dorian as the one being trapped and trying to prevent Neil from dying/becoming possessed#maybe in his case he's not really trapped. he can stop anytime he wants but he keeps choosing to go back#the reset point is something Solas-related maybe#herearedragons meta#oc: kyana amell#oc: watcher selene#oc: secret hawke#oc: neilar lavellan#oh. actually. Aqun would be pretty fun to put in a time loop#that runs over some part of DAI and/or Trespasser#Adina is his time loop buddy (the person he usually tells about the loop because she immediately believes him)#idk what his reset/escape condition would be though#maybe in his case it's something purely mechanical#like there's no lesson to be learned it's just a magical anomaly he's trapped on#and on a meta level the 'lesson' is accepting that not everything has a Purpose or a Reason
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girl help the ocean was a recurring character motif in my third life grian fanfiction I've been writing on and off since 08/2022. girl the ao3 comments are going to correct me on when grian got obsessed with the ocean
#twostep..... one day i will finish you#i reblogged that post about how i want to write something that alters someone but writing twostep altered ME#aka: i only have my current job because of grian timeloop fanfiction#bad news for everyone else though: that was based on s6: hes BEEN like this
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the idea of ua teacher bakugou honestly makes me so sad, because you have to consider the possibility of him not making it to the end as a hero which !! is heart-breaking !!
but at the same time — there is something really cathartic i think about him growing up and growing out of measuring his worth by being number one, by being the best. and i like to think of him as a grumpy professor !! a bit like aizawa !! or him keeping a close eye on the shy, quiet students, watching out for them and always there to bully them (affectionate) along their path . or for him to be an all might to someone, a young kid that looked up to dynamight in his hay-day, now getting to follow directly under his lead.
#so sweet 🥺#i think he'd be a good teacher#he's learned so much already from his relationship with deku#going from a lil bully to realizing his mistakes#to knowing you have to work as a team with your other heroes and that you cant do it all on your own#that being number one isnt everything#that you'll never grow if you think you're too good to learn from anyone else#i think his relationship with aizawa and jeanist would really help him in that aspect#and whenever he does something cool with his quirk all his students get all crazy excited and it makes him all 😏😏😏😏😎#still makes him feel good lol#also bakugou in his unbuttoned white shirt with a loose tie and some glasses sitting in the teacher's lounge#coming up on him by surprise PHEW#HELLO SIR#okay bye#maybe will write something for him one day#blast from the past: hiatus q#edit to say: i wrote this in january and just found it in my drafts 🥺🥺🥺🥺#✿ willow writes#✿ thoughts: bakugou
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love it when people are so slippery slope pilled that under every discourse about censorship someone will inevitably go "ok but what if someone made birth of a nation 2 and reestablished the kkk" when it could not be more obvious that the original poster's statement was just like. About a teenager's underage bakudeku fic or something
#i guess its normal to immediately jump to the extremes but i cant be the only one finding something bizarre about how many people will be#like ' ok but what if i made [cocktail of the worst things imaginable to ever conceive]. right thats why thought crime needs to exist#' like no offense but do you guys hear yourselves.. YOURE the ones coming up with those things no one else said that before you#if you think people should be punished because they thought of something horrible that YOU were thinking about i think by your metric#perhaps you may need to get some help#but to be real like. everythings in nuance but i think the scariest thing these days is how many people think ao3 actually has mainstream#relevance to culture. if one person writes a wincest fic its not going to be projected to 12 million children immediately please be for real#the influence will be very small and extremely combatible realistically#whatevr#fandom discourse#fandom wank
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