#schrodingers balls

[kangals]

kep report card, month 4! how is he 6 months old already that is absurd.

food (drive, appetite, sensitivity): 🟢 hongry

leash walking: 🟡/🟢 he's gotten pully on the harness, takes a few minutes of stop-start before he remembers to not do that. is good on a collar though.

sleeping: 🟢 - gotten a lot better about sleeping during the day, i think bc it's been hot so he's just too tired to fuss much.

crating: 🟢/🟡 - i THINK he's doing ok about day crating, i need to buy another camera so i can make sure but he doesn't seem nearly as worked up when i get home as he used to. hopefully the hugelarge crate + new position + age has helped.

potty training: 🟢/🔴 great everywhere except. my goddamn living room. i'm going insane about it.

general training: 🟢 honor roll student

manners: 🟡 still countersurfs and jumps on people a lot, we're working on it.

grooming: 🟢/🟡 tolerant of nails, ears, and bathing with a distraction. getting fussy about brushing, which, too fuckin bad my guy.

cars: 🟢 no complaints

outings/socialization: 🟢 loves going on adventures

other dogs: 🟢/🟡 great with stellina, he has finally learned bite inhibition and how to take subtle "not interested" signals. still a little hyper-focused on strange dogs but not unexpected for his breed/age.

other people: 🟢 a strangers just a bestie you haven't met yet

small animals: 🟢 being very good with the kitty, very enthralled by small critters but doesn't seem frantic or aggressive.

*exciting new category* puberty: leaving this one un-graded bc i don't think it's hit him yet lol. i haven't seen him do any marking or any behaviors that would indicate that he's gotten a big dose of testosterone yet, but now is about the time so we shall see.

overall still doing great, some very generic annoyances (e.g. jumping, fussing about brushing, etc) but generally he's easy to live with, as expected. if i could just actually housebreak him i would be sooo happy but that's really the only thing that i think he's behind on.

also have had some other ppl ask if they can use this format for their own puppies: yes by all means please do! i didn't invent using emoji buttons lol and i do think it's helpful for me to look back on and track development.

[civettictis]

tbh

[unknownarmageddon]

oh, but you’re good to me

cross belongs jael peñaloza killer belongs to rahafwabas apocalyptic kross au belongs to me, @biopsyofaspeck, and @denieatsart

[todayisafridaynight]

Is that character gay? *points at Mine*

Allegedly.

[xiewho]

what is your favorite glasses shape to draw gorgug with :3

big ol' square glasses . ... but i think id change it on a whim depending on what looks better for the artwork haha

[amazeingartist]

Is Ghost going to be okay? Your last destiny AU art is worrying me so much 😭

LMAO so, that was initially gonna be a one off angst post with no real repercussions about the blast radius guardian’s tend to have, but I ended up doing a Twitter poll and well

the people voted for a continuation! so dw, there will be a follow up but for now the status of Ghost’s wellbeing will remain up in the air hehehe

[deus-and-the-machina]

It’s fathers day and thus I'm thinking about one of the most confusing xenoblade “dads” and its in quotes because im not even sure if he is a dad.

Like, the wiki says Dickson took in shulk, the entire fandom seems to agree on that, but then you play the game and while its an entirely reasonable assumption to make if you read into things, nowhere is it ever said or even really implied he did that? like every time they talk he never acts like this is a kid who lives with him. he just kinda has general cool uncle vibes, but like when reflecting on important people in his life shulk almost never seems to give that much lip to the guy who allegedly raised him, or take his betrayal as painfully as like. Dunban did lol.

It’s left me scratching my head for years as to whether there’s some outside source that confirms it or if we all just tricked ourselves into thinking they had an explicit father-son relationship that was totally communicated to us in game.

 like I never realized that the first time I was playing, and I watched a letsplayer who was also told that in his comments section and was like “oh, ok. I didnt realize that I wish they’d actually made that clear” like. either the writing completely failed to get its point across or we’ve all collectively hallucinated all that. 

[memecatwings]

none of you understand. the sheer depth of the Weird Gay Thing vash and wolfwood had going on in the manga

[oakparchment]

No Nut November with Itzy

Male Reader x Yuna, MR x Lia, MR x Chaeryeong, MR x Ryujin, MR x Yeji

Length: 1,479 words

Tags: cumplay, edging, blue balls, creampie, facials, NNN, cum slut

Summary: How each member of Itzy handles you going through NNN (No Nut November).

AO3

A/N: For a NNN post this story has a lot of cum.

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Yuna is a cum slut. Neither of you have any chance of surviving NNN.

After just the first day or so she’s already begging for it: “I’ve been a good girl, don’t you think I deserve to be fucked by your cock? Don’t you think I deserve to be painted with your cum?”All whilst looking at you with the wildest fuck me eyes and pushing her clothed tits into you.

Your will was simply not strong enough to resist Yuna when she gets like this, and so you give her what you both want. You nut on her, in her, sometimes both in the same day. Yuna turns No Nut November into something more like Never stop Nutting November. Her day isn't finished unless she gets at least one load, and you're more than happy to give it to her.

Oh well, maybe she'll be less cum hungry this time next year?

Fail.

Lia is very subservient to you during November and goes along with your whims. If you persevere throughout the weeks then she’ll support you along the whole way, doing her best to distract you whenever you get horny. When she feels you getting hard against her ass at night, she’ll turn over and make conversation instead. Or if she can sense you’re about to boil over, she’ll make plans for you both to keep yourselves busy.

But if you instead completely give in, then in a moments notice she’s either on her knees with her tongue out, or bent over with her lips spread apart, ready to use her own body purely to give you pleasure and to extract your cum.

Even when you’re tracking well throughout the month, it’s not like you can completely keep your hands off each other. She likes to suckle on your sensitive balls, massaging them in her mouth whilst you run your fingers through her hair and scalp. 

Schrodinger's Cat. Whether you succeed or fail is completely up to you.

When you present the idea to her, Chaeryeong goes along with it initially but quickly gets impatient and horny. When you’re home she’ll try to hide the fact that she's fucking wet to help you push through, but when you’re out she’ll send you nudes. Scandalous pictures of herself bent over in front of the mirror, her ass wide on display. Or an upwards angle that shows both her dripping wet pussy and her best ‘fuck me’ face. The messages under it read "Can't wait until this month is over so you can be inside me again" or “I've been a good girl and haven’t touched myself yet, can you tell?”

It’s obvious. She wants to break your will down so that you can pound her creamy little pussy and fill her up with cum. Chaeryeong tortures herself along with you, choosing to participate in NNN together, refusing to cum unless you both do. You reply back with videos of your 

You last a week, maybe even two if you're lucky, but you can only tease each other for so long before you find yourself racing through the door, bending her over before you even reach the bedroom. Fucking her on the floor like wild animals in heat. Her body quivers, milking your cock as you dump a massive load inside her. Chaeryeong's pussy is a creamy mess, yours and her cum oozing out of her hole.

Fail.

Ryujin's favourite month of the year is November. Apart from little teases here and there, she doesn’t touch you at all. The most you get is ‘accidental’ grazes of her hand on your hard-on as she walks past. Or when she stretches in bed at night and for one fleeting moment she grinds her ass into your bulge. If you try to initiate anything, or touch yourself, dommy Ryujin comes out. She’ll clutch your balls a bit too hard, or slap you just to let you know who’s in control.

Ryujin will make you watch as she rides on her thick dildo, saying things like “I know you wish I was bouncing up and down on your cock instead. You want to feel my pussy walls suffocating that pathetic throbbing cock, hmm?” From start to end, you have to watch Ryujin fuck herself whilst she humiliates you, and you’re not allowed to do anything about it. “This dildo probably feels better than you anyway, I’m glad I don’t have to feel you inside of me.” You are both well aware this is a blatant lie, but for the course of the month you grit your teeth and go along with it.

On the last day of November you’re so sensitive that even just playing with your balls sends shocks throughout your body, which Ryujin is acutely aware of. Without ever giving attention to your cock, she sucks and plays with your balls for what feels like an hour straight. You’re so touch deprived and tender that this alone eventually makes you cum. That’s right. Ryujin went through all of that just to make you lose NNN on the last day without even touching your cock. She’s a fucking cunt and she knows it.

Fail.

Yeji edges you, using you like a sex toy to get herself off without ever letting you finish. She'll suck you off or fuck you as usual, but anytime you get even remotely close to cumming she’ll stop. If you’re in Yeji’s mouth then she’ll release you from her warmth with a loud pop and then sit on your face. If you’re pounding away at her pussy then she’ll pull you out and finish herself off with a vibrator. You can’t do anything but watch as she squirts all over you.

Your balls ache. Badly. And the further into the month you go, the shorter your edging sessions last before you’re about to nut and she switches to getting herself off. Numerous times you get so damn close to spilling over, but she knows just how to ride the edge. The last week is torturous, and it makes going about the rest of your life difficult.

At midnight of December 1st, the month rolls over (a moment that you have been waiting for since the first night she edged you). Yeji is fast asleep but not even the world ending could stop you now. With your pulsing cock in hand, you pull her silk pajama shorts to the side and thrust balls deep. Yeji’s gentle breathing turns into high pitched moans, announcing that she's awake. You fuck her pussy hard and fast. This was never going to last more than a minute or two, you’re only after one thing here; to ravage her until you came. Now it was her turn to be nothing but a slutty little sex toy.

As much as you appreciate her, this past month of torture has also built up a small amount of resentment towards her that could not be ignored. It was something that you know will wash away as soon as you finally release this load. Wanting to punish her a little, you pull out and switch holes, fucking into her tight ass instead. Yeji groans deeply, but you slap her face and spit in her mouth in response. Given that she wore no panties and her ass was prepped, she clearly knew something like this would happen. How can she be such a good yet bad girl at the same time? After another handful of thrusts, your inevitable peak arrives. A blinding orgasm follows. The only reason you don’t black out is through sheer will of not wanting to let this nut go to waste after waiting 30 days. You pump a couple loads into her ass, then pull out and thrust back into her pussy. After sufficiently painting her guts white, you find your cock still spurting, so you jerk yourself off onto her abs, her tits, her face, and finally depositing the last few drops onto her stretched out tongue. You step back and admire your masterpiece. An entire month of your built up edging load lays inside and on Yeji, who looks up at the ceiling, panting with a wide smile and fucked out exprssion on her face. Her double creampie starts to drip out of both her holes. A trail of your cum spans from her stomach to her perky tits, and of course she also has what appears to be a full load of a facial despite all the cum throughout the rest of her body. She is a cum dumpster, through and through.

Would you go through all that again next November? Almost certainly not. But in this moment would you say it was worth it? Yeji licks up the cum around her lips whilst fingering your cum deeper into her, chasing her own nut.

Absolutely it was.

NNN with Yeji. Success.

A/N: If you're one of the people who chooses to participate in NNN, I hope this smut didn't make you cum. But then again if you're doing the challenge then should you really be browsing porn?

[strangelittlestories]

When the time came that the god of felines was on the last of its 9 lives, it came up with a plan.

The god was not stupid. It knew that trying to cheat death a tenth time would come with a cost - and that the cost would be everything it once was - but the god also didn’t really want to deal with that fact, so continued as if it could cheat death anyway.

Reality had always bent to its whims before, after all. Why shouldn’t it do so again?

The god approached its favourite baker. This baker was a master of their craft: a true carb-wizard, a .gluten grandissimo. You really had to give this baker his flours.

The god entered the bakery and greeted the baker in its customary fashion, by casually knocking a tray of muffins to the floor and then licking one. Then it decided it wasn’t really hungry. Then it had a nap on the ruined muffins. It loved baked goods. It disdained baked goods. Both these things were true.

When it woke, it told the baker of the task that would be required.

The baker knew at once this task would be next to impossible. But the baker also knew, in his heart (that was not truly a heart but actually a cake), that he wanted to try because maybe then the cat would leave his bakery alone.

“What you ask is next to impossible.” Said the baker.

“But will you try?” Said the feline god.

“It’s like I always said.” Said the baker for the first time. “Sourdough or sourdough-not, there is no try.”

“Good.” Said the god.

The god then sadly and quietly coughed up a small hairball. In the hairball gleamed the soul of a deity.

The baker received it in gloved hands (because hygiene is important)

When the god left, he set to work - the hairball was mixed with flour and water and placed in a mason jar in a warm, dark cupboard. For two weeks, the baker sought out rare grains and ground them to feed the mixture - like it was a needy, supernatural child.

Grains grown only in moonlight. Grains that sprouted from the corpses of fairy monarchs. Grains that were ancient, but not in a woo way.

Finally, the mixture was ready. And on that day, the baker heard the news that the god of felines had died a final time.

The baker placed the mixture in a baking tin in the oven and let it bake there for 30 minutes at 220c, before removing the lid and baking it for a further 15 minutes at a reduced heat.

“Rise, my creation! I command ye, rise!” Crooned the baker. “Rise, or I shall have to work out what I did wrong and start over, and that would be a ball-ache. RISE!!!”

When it was ready, he removed the tin from the oven.

The creature that had been a god, but was now something new looked up at him with wide doughy eyes.

“Who am I?”

“I name you Schrodinger, oh risen god.”

“What am I?”

“You are a cat who is both alive … and bread.”

[zorosdimples]

cw: mourning, angst, and hurt/comfort. sweet ino takuma. in the same vein as this post. dedicated to @schrodingers-romy mwah mwah <3

it’s fucked up.

days bled into weeks, weeks seeped into months, and you’re still neck deep in the tides of mourning. along with the love of your life died your future, your hope. the once cosy apartment you shared with kento is a shell of a home—a painful memory of what could have been.

you’re curled in a ball on your sofa, the spot where he always settled at the end of a grueling day: tie discarded, collar unbuttoned, belt removed, scotch in hand. his clothes still hang in the closet (your therapist says it’s okay to take your time with his belongings, so you do). you’re swimming in his old, faded grey sweatshirt, along with a pair of pajama pants you bought him for his last birthday.

takuma is kneeling on the floor in front of you, beanie tossed aside, running a calloused palm up and down your forearm. you bemoaned your appearance when he showed up at the door with your favorite takeout, but he can’t help but think of how beautiful you are, even with swollen eyes and bitten lips and tears for another man—his mentor—glistening like dewdrops on your cheeks.

i’m fucked up.

“i’m s-sorry it always ends up like this,” you croak, a wry chuckle fluttering past your lips, dying almost instantly. you flash him a pathetic smile and use the sweatshirt cuff to swipe at your dripping nose. “go, takuma. you’ve done enough for me already. you should have fun instead of listening to me cry.”

the young man simply shakes his head, umber eyes filled with a bone-deep warmth—a hearty soup on a snowy day. “i want to stay.” please don’t make me leave. he squeezes your hand. “you don’t have to be alone right now.” all i can think about is you.

for the first time all evening, you grace takuma with a genuine smile, its radiance piercing his heart and flooding his bloodstream. he feels lightheaded as he sits next to you on the couch, like his chest might explode when you snuggle into his side. he wants nothing more that to kiss the tears from your face and swallow your sorrow and carry it as his own. but he’ll wait—he’ll always wait for you.

i’m sorry, nanami. but i think i’m in love.

[lgbtqiapnfreak]

Why I think Byler is endgame

Before we start, you must know I'm really skeptical about theories and all. I like to read and have fun with them, but believe them? It's really hard for me as a 20 years old queer person. Since young I've suffered being queerbaited by mainstream series, Stranger Things wouldn't be the first nor the last to do that.

I know today things are a little bit better, but for the sake of my poor broken heart, I'm always expecting a deception. Yet, I can see byler happening in season 5.

Here we go to the reasons why.

The existence of Robin

I've heard a lot of straight people say, before season 4 and even now, that "Will can't be gay because Robin is the gay person in the show. There is no reason for another one".

Like? The show can have 38272 straight, developed and important for the plot characters, all of them with love interests and happy endings, and one gay character inserted as a comic relief is fine. Two? To much to deal with.

I know, I know, disgusting. BUT what if I say that Robin was not a character added to the show only for a comic relief or identity representation at all? That she was presented for the watchers to consider the existence of a gay character in the show. For them to recognize some queer coded things that, without Robin, they wouldn't be able to?

Robin was presented to us in Season 3. As we must know, the third season of the show is mainly dedicated to character and relationships development. Thanks to it, we got to see the characters way more cylindrically, their fears, mistakes, who they are in their normal daily life. Mike, El, Hopper, Joyce, Erica and Steve gained many new layers in this season, but Will had the most special one: the first explicit hint of his sexuality.

And then, Robin appears. At first we are conditioned to think she likes Steve, the Duffers play a game with the watchers' heteronormativity using the dubiousness of their dialogs. And then, boom! She is lesbian. Not only lesbian but repressedly in love with a girl - at least was - and jealous of Steve.

Thanks to this coming out scene

The interpretation door was open to see this as Will being in love with a boy, repressing his feelings and being jealous of the girl the boy is dating with.

Will's jealousy and feelings for Mike back then stamped the background of everything, it was being slowly built inside the show - but not inside the character, remember the Snow Ball script? It was always there, just unseen.

Until here we are only remarking that Will is gay. But what Robin has to do with byler as a ship?

Well, if she is the queer character created to open this door for Will, created to gain the sympathy of the general public as comic relief character who bonded with two of the most popular characters of the show - Dustin and Steve - since s3, showing the watchers the struggles of a queer person in the 80's in a "light" way and making the viewers to cheer for her love life, of course her character holds a big role with byler building a romantic relationship.

Robin appeared in Season 3 because the viewers wanted Milven to happen in season 2 - thanks to the heteronormativity and kids sexualization I may say - when it wasn't going to, it wasn't scripted like this and it's not going to be endgame. So Robin's creating a scape route for the writers.

The hints given about Will being called a f@g and Mike over protective and supportive behavior with Will were not enough to create this bridge between friends and lovers as we know very well.

Movie Date and Schrodinger Cat

Moving on. We know Will is gay. Okay. What is still uncertain in the show is Mike's sexuality and required feelings towards Will. Here, we are focusing in the required feelings part.

I read a lot of analysis about the "movie date scene". I remember people discussing the blushing frame and the holding hands theory even before s4 coming out and at the time it sounded like joke to me - as I said I'm really skeptical. Yet, after rewatch the part and reading a lot (especially @greenfiend 's one about the holding hands thing), I feel like I finally understood why the scene is so spoken of.

It's pretty simple, it's another open door. Not like Robin who is there to guide us to read between the lines but as something that is open to interpret and rely on when they finally get together. It was made for when people start to question "where did this relationship came from?" and create assumptions like "it came out of the nowhere".

In the scene, Lucas, Max, Mike and Will go to Starcourt's movie theater to watch a horror movie together. When arguing about Mike's behavior, Lucas remarks that he is spending romantic time with his girlfriend by going there. When they are finally inside, lumax and byler sits separately, then things start to get really fishy.

The construction of the whole next part, when they are inside the movie theater, from the beginning of the movie to the black out and end of the scene, are basically hands. Hands everywhere. In the close ups, in the people around them and even in the movie. Why? For us to see it, to think of it, to imagine. To imagine what? It's up to you of course, but we know people hold hands at movie theaters, specially when watching a horror movie, and we also know byler is the main focus on that scene for some reason.

But they didn't show us their hands, did them? No. Because of that, no one can really say they were holding hands, but the same can't be said about them not holding their hands. The construction of the scene deliberately leads us to question the possibility, however there is no true answer. Like the Schorodinger Cat, they are holding and not-holding their hands.

Also, the "are you okay?" Mike says, the camera play and Noah's acting leads us to think that, if they are holding their hands, it was Mike's initiative, not Will's.

The whole scene is purposefully dubious.

Noah looks down at his hand at the end of the interaction, up again, and then smiles. It's there but they don't show us! At the same time, if it was an unromantic moment, they would've shown us they were holding hands as they did before, so why not? Why do they keep the whole thing subtle, calculated, and masked by the MF plot if not to hold a secret meaning behind it all. A secret meaning for us to discover yet.

Like pleaseee, I swear this is some kind of torture for us gay people.

Mike's character construction and Finn's acting

I'm a ST fan since the beginning. I was here when the major public liked Jonathan better than Steve, when Mike was the favorite member of the party, and Finn was treated as one of the best child actors of the show. Looking back, it's pretty obvious things changed a lot since the third season.

Why things changed? In the last two seasons, Finn was accused of being "out of the character" and "having a bad acting". And Mike turned into a douchebag in public eyes.

The truth is: the way the writers had chosen to show us Mike changed. He still is the same insecure, paranoic, loyal, compassionate character who is a jerk sometimes from the beginning, but we didn't get the chance to see his POV since s2.

Mike is a character trapped in the expectations of the viewers. They expected him to date El, to love El as a girlfriend, to treat her the way she deserves - what he can do, but clearly not as a boyfriend. Their relationship wasn't scripted the way it happened, so his character needed to go through some changes to remain himself. And, of course, for mlvn to end, the viewers needed to hate his version with El. Again, it is a scape route.

His character is still the same, but the way we see him is different. The truth is the viewers expected Mike to acts towards El the way he did with Will after they started dating: unconditionally supportive, trusting, and understanding, but guess what? This was never on Mike's character to begin with.

He doesn't understand, trust, or support people unconditionally. They are showing how much he is inflexible and selective in what he wants to believe since the very first episode, we can see that in the relationship with his family and friends. Just remember his fights with Lucas in s1, s2 and s4 and Dustin in s2 and s3, they are his CHILDHOOD FRIENDS, but even them don't have the pleasure of Mike's unconditionally support and trust. The only character he is truly open to is Will.

These changes were made for us to see the difference between Will and the rest of the world for Mike. In season 3, when he appears to be a jerk to everyone, no exception at all, the only person he seems to retract this behavior for is Will. In season 4, Mike fights El and Will, but again, the only one he seems to understand and retract from his defenses for is Will. Again, the only person he is really open with.

Now, speaking about sexuality, the other reason for people to blame Finn's acting is the awkwardness in kissing and intimate scenes - like the first I love you he heard from his girlfriend.

I don't know about you, but for me, it is almost painful to watch them kissing. Not only kissing, the whole dating thing looks like a performance, and it's not a good one, if I may say. But here is the thing, it's on purpose! The same goes for the looks he gives Will's and Eddie's body.

Don't even think that every look, expression, or camera play is not calculated. These people spend so much money in the show for it to be half assed by bad acting or misinterpretation of the script.

[coldranger]

Right now I'm fighting between drawing more Beast/Den and designing the voices. Working on both is great but does not make me finish them any faster, so here's a few hahas of the voices. I've really been hesitant to give them beaks bc of schrodinger's beak Quiet has going on, but it's working out so far

Basically an excuse for me to draw them in a larger group, just imagine an abridged version of Razor's route

My friend said smth along the lines of squishing Quiet into a ball and keeping them in their pocket, so I made Quiet smol. Might do it for all of the voices if I get their designs, Hunted's here bc I like my Hunted design. Hunted has those stitches in reference to getting disemboweled. Fun times.

These are just Cold being a bit intimidating, a wee spooky that one is. Cold has a scar (similar to Spectre) bc I'm sure we all remember how one escapes the cabin with a dead princess in the basement

[triassictriserratops]

pls let us know your faves everlark smut fics 🙏

Hi Anon!

Given that I just did a Post Mockingjay Smut Rec List the other day. (Link here) I'm going to use this opportunity to do a Modern AU smut rec list. (spoiler alert, @katnissdoesnotfollowback WILL feature heavily. Sorry, not sorry.)

(I can also do a Canon Divergent/In Canon AU smut list if anyone is interested in that.)

Maybe Tomorrow by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 5/5

Everlark snowed in, two night stand, duck slippers, Glasses!Peeta. Shower scene. Need I say more?

🧡💚❄🐥

Come On Baby, Light My Fire by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 14/14

Oh my God, they were neighbors! Firefighter!Peeta. Teacher!Katniss. Fireman Charity Calendar. (IT'S FOR CHARITY YOU HEATHENS.) I, uh, I read it for the articles. 👀

💚🧡👨🏻‍🚒👩🏽‍🏫

Librarian!Peeta (SERIES) by Silvercistern (now an orphaned work)

Complete as 3 one-shots

I mean, COME ON. Librarian Peeta (that drives a scooter)???? Structural Welder Katniss???? My bisexual wet dream, honestly.

🧡💚📚🛵👱🏻‍♂️🏗👷🏽‍♀️

A Case of the Honeymoons (SERIES) by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 7/7 AND a one-shot

Murphy's (Smut) Law. Anything that can go dong, will go dong.

💚🧡👰🏽🤵🏼

Unmasked by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 34/34

Not modern but i'll still put it here. Period AU. Masked balls! BOOTS. Hidden identities! Marrying for money! PEETA ON A HORSE. KATNISS ON A HORSE. STABLES?????? HNGGGGGGGG

🧡💚🤵🏼👢🐎

9000 R.P.M. by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete 7/7

Literally a drug for me, honestly. Just fuck me up with this. You ever want to just annihilate me? Write more of this in Peeta's POV. Would take me OUT.

Katniss Racecar Driver. Peeta Mechanic. Single Divorced Mother! Dimpled Daddy! JUST KISS YOU FUCKING MORONS, YOU'RE SO IN LOVE, AHHHHHHH.

💚🧡🏎🏁👨🏼‍🔧

Chemistry by @annieoakley1

Complete 3/3

Age Gap! Older Peeta! Younger Katniss (college)! Hot For Teacher! Former high school teacher but EVERYTHING IS LEGAL HERE.

🧡💚👨🏼‍🏫👩🏽‍🎓

Two Night Stand by @absnow

Complete 2/2

LISTEN, LISTEN, I'm a simple woman. Put my two idiots in a space together with snow outside??? I'm SAT.

💚🧡❄🏔

The Flatshare by @absnow

Complete 3/3 (Unless... 👀👀👀?)

Oh My GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES! (Wait...were they??? I mean...kinda????) That post-it note kind of love. the CHOKEHOLD this story had on me!!!!

🧡💚📝🥯🏥

Forbidden by @annieoakley1

Complete one-shot

It's the 50s! Peeta wants Mr. Everdeen's approval. But he also wants Mr. Everdeen's daughter...

💚🧡🚗⛪

Love Is... by @annieoakley1

Complete one-shot (BLESSEDLY LONG AS FUCK ONE-SHOT.)

Everlark as childhood friends. 😭 Peeta becomes an Everdeen. 😭 Mr. Everdeen calls him "son". 😭

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Have Your Cake and Eat It Too by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Complete one-shot

College Besties. Happy Birthday, Peeta.

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Spellbound BY @katnissdoesnotfollowback

ONGOING 36/?

This story is EVERYTHING to me. I LIVE for it. Witches Katniss and Prim? Ghost Haymitch??? War Vet Peeta remodeling a house??? BISEXUAL PEETA???? (This was actually the BIRTHPLACE of Bisexual Peeta for me. It was fucking REVELATORY.)

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Where the Stars Crumble to Life by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

ONGOING 8/18

FUTURE AU. Everlark in SPACE. (Well, another planet.) Criminal Peeta??? DIVORCED EVERLARK??? SCHRODINGER'S BUTTERCUP.

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Outside Chance (SERIES) by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

ONGOING (all three stories, main Everlark story is 28/32)

Everlark at the Olympics. Para-snowboarder Peeta. Biathlete Katniss Childhood friends! Teenage Loves! WHAT HAPPENED?!

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[doodles-and-dragons]

So, I’m spitballing a magic system based lightly on quantum mechanics. Here’s what I’ve written so far—it’s pretty barebones right now, so if you have any feedback or suggestions, let me know!

I’ve been thinking about one that takes inspiration from quantum physics (i.e magic basically works like schrodingers cat in which observation solidifies the outcome or state of something).

I’m gonna try to explain it through a simplified example of schrodinger’s cat; the premise is that there’s a cat in a sealed box, and in that box is a vial of radioactive material, which is connected to a device has a 50/50 chance of activating and breaking the vial open, killing the cat. Until someone opens the box and observes whether or not the vial broke and killed the cat, the cat (who is not an observer of itself, for some reason, but that’s what the original thought experiment seems to imply) is in a state of being simultaneously alive *and* dead—a state of quantum superposition.

An ordinary person can only open the box and resolve that superposition into one of its two possibilities—the cat is alive, or the cat is dead. They can’t really control which outcome they get.

A spellcaster, however, has developed the ability to observe this superposition without resolving it. They are then able to choose the desired outcome by timing when they open the box/become an observer just right (failing to time it right results in the wrong outcome and the spell failing). That’s basically how spells are cast.

Trouble is, reality is more complicated than that. What a wizard wants to happen, while theoretically possible, is often an extremely small likelihood. Part of spellcasting also involves altering the state of superposition to make an outcome more favorable and easier for the wizard to make occur. I haven’t decided how they do this, but this is how more advanced spells are cast. A lot of the times altering the likelihood of an outcome happening also tends to influence the likelihoods of other outcomes within the superposition, which is what results in catastrophic spell failures/unwanted side effects.

So, if a spellcaster wants to cast fireball, it’d be like this:

1. I want to throw a ball of fire. Right now, the likelihood of me creating a fireball is extremely low.

2. If I reach out my hand like this and recite this incantation, I can increase the likelihood of creating a fireball.

3. At this point, I can “cast” the spell by resolving the superposition at the right moment, determining the outcome. If I don’t time it right, either nothing happens or an unwanted effect happens (e.g I just make smoke, I just set my hand on fire instead of make a proper fireball, etc).

4. I could also do more actions/things to further increase the likelihood of casting a fireball. This takes longer, though.

5. I can also try and make my fireball more powerful, either by being extra careful with my timing or doing other actions to increase that likelihood. That more powerful fireball, however, can only happen if I cast a fireball at all, which makes it harder.

So a powerful spellcaster is either one who has determined practical and highly reliable rituals that allow for consistent spellcasting, or has become extremely good at timing their superposition resolution ability such that they can cast more powerful spells by doing less; the former requires more time and materials, however, and the latter is more prone to failure and unwanted outcomes. What path you go for is up to you.

In a similar vein, magical objects are ones that help increase the likelihood of a certain outcome when you use it (e.g pointing a fireball staff towards something increases the likelihood of creating and sending a fireball in a given direction, and requires less work than casting fireball yourself. Alternatively, a passive magical item just increases the likelihood of its related thing happening in general, without any input from the user).

That’s probably also why materials are sometimes consumed in spellcasting—in order to increase the likelihood of an occurrence it must also increase the likelihood of its own destruction or something.

How you get the ability to observe superposition and affect the likelihood of outcomes varies from person to person. For now, I’ll just use D&D spellcasting classes for some examples

Wizard: a wizard learns to cast spells by intense study and experimentation. With enough study, one can develop the ability to intuit superposition and how to influence its outcomes. They create spells through experimentation, or by studying the methods of others, writing down the most efficient and reliable ways to cast each spell in their spellbooks.

Sorcerer: a sorcerer is born with the intrinsic ability to see superposition, and, to some degree, passively influence probability, often through emotional states. With practice, one can learn to harness and hone these abilities to become a spellcaster.

Warlock, paladin, and cleric: these classes rely on a higher power to grant them the ability to see and control superposition, in exchange for their loyalty. These classes rely on their connection to their patrons/deities to influence outcomes and cast spells (which also means that these deities can control which spells they can cast—and why breaking an oath or pact results in the loss of the ability to spell cast, though one may sometimes retain the ability to observe superposition, just not the probability altering that their patron provided).

Again, this is all pretty rough right now, and there’s a lot of room for improvement. Hopefully it’s at least somewhat interesting!

[appleflavoredkitkats]

my little champion

(a semi-poetic essay about c!fundy)

“my”

is a possessive term, denoting something, particularly an item, singularly belongs to the person speaking. you use this term a lot, especially when referring to my sister.

my l'manberg, you said. my unfinished symphony, forever unfinished. the country we grew up in, the country we share with those i consider family, is solely and singularly yours. what does that bode for me? how undistinguishable am i from my sister? l'manberg was a peaceful community, but it was your peace and your community, founded on people-centric principles that you hypocritically created on your own. my, because you wanted to hold a one-party election, where your running mate threatened to exile me from my birthplace. my, because you exploded the damn place because it didn't seem to meet your ideological standards, even if you and schlatt are two sides of the same charmful coin.

my, because no matter how dead or looked down upon you are, your fingers grip around me like a ball and chain. i am eternally connected to you via being.

“little”

is an adjective, denoting how miniscule a specific object is.

i am a mere speck, no matter where you are. you have a tendency to crouch. if not, you're on a stage that's ten feet tall, being slaughtered by grandpa as you look down on me. i see your eyes everywhere. in the tall trees that vignette my tiny cabin in the woods, in the casino that looms over my half-built shack next to the las nevadan horses.

unfavorability is a gene i did not expect to possess, because that doesn't seem like a possibility in the family. grandpa is favored by the god of death. you were resurrected to fulfill some vengeful power dynamic. meanwhile, grandma has granted me the ability to take my own life— the only one in this wasteland who has done it upon themself. how meaningless, she might have thought, when she saw me throw myself into pits of broken promises.

i am absence personified. schrodinger's fox trapped in its box. i was not invited to save tommy and tubbo when they regained the discs. i was not there when quackity concluded his quest for power. i am air, i am silence. i'm smaller than a breath, than the atoms that compose our bodies.

“champion”

defines a winner. someone who has triumphed, whether because they gained something in copious amounts, or because they've overcome a persistent struggle.

this word can only exist with the other two prefixes. little champion, because i am the breathing time in between your bigger victories. my champion, because my joys in life are not mine. they must be and always are tied to you. we celebrated our nation's independence, long ago, and i anticipated to be repaid the promises you've made. in dread, i waited, i waited, and i waited.

but the truth is, you’ve given it to me on that same day. you dream of peace, of community-shared resources. of protection, of families forever devoted to each other. that is l'manberg. it is a case of your desired triumphs, of the ideal world you fought for incessantly. but at some point, something switched— perhaps, a button— and you saw it as burdensome weight. you coughed it onto me and i collected it. that baggage, that immunity to this wasteland's cyclical violence.

you have injected upon me the parts of yourself undesirable, and thus i have become undesirability itself. i have become what the server seeks but is never seen, dragged down by the prefixes that make me invisible and an irrevocable pathway to you.

when dream stops killing, when swords are sheathed and shields tucked away, when the wasteland starts growing lilies and unwithered roses again, that is me. that should be me. they will pick those flowers up, the ones that have bloomed from my previous carcasses, smell their wonderful fragrance and think, why haven't we thought of this before?

and yet, i will smile. i will sit beside them and keep them company. if i had the capacity to be selfish, i would impart my cassandrian screams. but i'm not. instead, i will smell the same flowers with them, happy that, perhaps, their wasteland would be salvageable, even if i wasn't included in the blueprints.