#so glad i'm off tomorrow

[jils-things]

whoahghmm..... home and im so tuckered out

[blue-da-ba-dee]

[seraxfemme]

Me in public:

Me at home:

[modernsuperhero]

Btw ages ago I came up with a Scarian au where Scar is of course the mayor of a lovely city. He's quite wealthy too - before his venture into politics he designed the very successful Scarland theme park, which rejuvenated the city's economy and boosted his own pockets too. He's very active in the community and generally beloved by the people.

He is also secretly HotGuy, the city's vigilante superhero, using his wealth from Scarland and his connections as mayor to try to untangle the mess of corruption and organized crime throughout the city! And also like, saving cats from atop trees and things if he happens to come across those too. The city however has recently become host to a deathly parasite, the lethally beautiful Mother Spore. Because she's an independent villain, HotGuy has no way to anticipate her attacks and just has to drop everything when she starts to try to take over another city block or something.

However, HotGuy is not the only person running around the city with a mask and a dream! There's one character who's known just as much for his menace as for his heroism: Poultry Man! Poultry Man may not be a villain, but far be it from him to veer away from pranks or minor shoplifting. HotGuy has chased him down after catching him egging buildings or nicking treats he didn't pay for, but he's also shown up to help HotGuy pull survivors out of the water when there was a terrible bridge collapse, or help break up fights that start to get too violent.

And then, of course, there's the final masked figure in HotGuy's career: his sidekick, CuteGuy! He simply appeared one day, kitted out in military grade weapons and body armor spray-painted pink and white, complete with frills and bows and bullets, asking how he can help. HotGuy is skilled at combat and firing his bow, but CuteGuy is on another level. For some reason, he follows HotGuy's every command to a T, never taking the lead despite obviously having extensive experience. Despite his compliance, he refuses to discuss his past or identity.

Somehow, though, none of these three characters are ever in the same place. If Mother Spore is ravaging a street, Poultry Man doesn't make a peep, and CuteGuy never comes to HotGuy's aid. Poultry Man always gets away with his pilfered knickknacks before CuteGuy arrives, and so on and so forth. And you see, Scar is no fool. He knows all three's secret identities - or rather, identity.

[More under cut]

It is none other than one of Scar's long-time friends and neighbor: Grian.

Grian has known Scar since his dreams for Scarland were nothing more than doodles in his teenage sketchbook. He adores knitting, baking, and taking his cats (however unwillingly) on walks outside. Scar moved into the mayoral home when he was elected, but he still owns his old house right next door to Grian's. Grian is a cheery architect who proudly boasts about being Scar's friend.

And Scar has no doubt in his mind he is also secretly terrorizing the innocent people around him, and that he has both attempted to kill, protect, and annoy Scar as HotGuy on countless occasions.

...Okay, he doesn't know WHY Grian is doing that, or... how, but it HAS to be him! He swears all of their voices are the same, and even with the different masks on they all look exactly like him! And, he's never seen any two of them in one place! Scar is sure Grian's innocent civilian facade is nothing more than that.

It also explains some things: Mother Spore's flirtatious remarks whenever they fight, Poultry Man's annoying cackling when he leads Scar on another chase across town, and CuteGuy's insistence on keeping him alive and following him like a shadow.

Grian and Scar used to be close. But as Scar's life got more complicated, he had less and less time to spend with his friends.

As baffling as it is, Scar is certain that while he was gone Grian became a supervillain of epic proportions, and he's probably only just begun toying with HotGuy and the rest of the city for his own amusement.

...

The truth is Scar is completely wrong!

Grian, Mother Spore, Poultry Man, and CuteGuy are, legitimately, four different people (or entities, looking at Mother Spore) who have never met.

Or, well, that depends on your definition of "met". :)

[batgrldes]

All of these articles, photos, and now this clip give so much and yet I cannot even fathom how this thing will play out entirely. When Buck spirals he reacts in such a chaotic way, (sex on the job, the lawsuit, and the Lucy kiss). We already know something is gonna go down on the basketball court, but I can't help but think we haven't seen the most crucial moment. The moment that will take us out at the knees and steal our breaths. This will be such an epic moment and I'm here for it.

[hells-greatestdad]

"This will be a Chewsday battle of epic proportions"

SOON INDEED

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

it sucks that so much of my family has also dealt with cancer but it's really lovely that they were able to give me warnings about things

[clowndensation]

the thing about the next month is that it's going to. suck.

[grison-in-space]

btw I did start drafting the dopamine post but got almost immediately derailed by whether octopamine is a better invertebrate analog for dopamine or for norepinephrine. I mean, I got back to it, but first I have to make sure y'all remember about ligands from bio 101 and understand how fast you can change a tissue just changing receptors: how many of them, what kind, what they're hooked up to, that kind of thing, and why that means that basically all your hormones hook into lots of things that are only kind of related to each other.

also my head hurts a lot and ugh I finally remembered that pain medicine exists but I'm mad about it. anyway lil miss sick flips needs some frisbee time first and then I'll go back to poking stuff.

[snepfeathers]

HOOUGH. it has been. a Week™.

[emburns]

i'm tired. i'm gonna call it a night and get back to replies tomorrow. i managed to get 5 things done and queued them up to post tomorrow and then i'll be tagging everyone from @burninq's queue, too. so i'll have quite a few things that'll post lmao. in the mean time, i'm gonna try and get some sleep.

inbox: 10 drafts: 12 queue: 10

[kitwilsonsass]

"do you want to pick up some hours on sunday???? :)))"

[meownotgood]

Can I ask what your ✨Aki journey✨ was like? I’m a Aki girlie but you clearly love Aki more than any blog I’ve ever seen (purrr) When did you start becoming interested in him? Was it an aHA moment or did it develop over time? I’m really curious!!! What inspired you to start this blog? I live, laugh, love backstories 🫶🏾❤️‍🔥

YES I would be so happy to answer this!!!!!!!

so before I read chainsaw man, I knew next to nothing about it, I wasn't really a manga reader in general to be honest but I started getting into it because I wanted to get caught up with jujutsu kaisen after finishing the anime. when I did, I really enjoyed jjk, I wanted to read more manga and a friend suggested I read chainsaw man because it's similar. I was like okay... a lot of people are into it... it looks cool... why not.

and when I started reading and I got to that third chapter and I saw aki... I literally said to myself: yeah, he is going to be my favorite. because he's exactly my type — the suit, the hair tied up so it's long and pretty when he takes it down, the SMOKING??? THE PIERCINGS????? I thought his hair was silly but adorable, his personality was stern but quirky and likable, his kon power was so cool. he was just so cute and hot and definitely my type of character.

but really, even though aki was always my favorite character from the start, my obsession truly began when I finished the manga. aki's arc is just so good... I fell in love with him the whole way through but especially after the manga was over... I loved watching him grow as a character, he just feels so real and relatable personality wise and story wise. he's immensely flawed but kindhearted to his core. he's so human. I love how he's emotional and soft and the conclusion to his arc is genuinely my favorite thing in any piece of media ever, it's so bittersweet and compelling. (and I'm a mess for that bittersweet shit okay)

anyway after I read chainsaw man for the first time I was feeling a mix of emotions between "wow that was the greatest thing ever" and "what the fuck did I just read" but more than anything I yearned for more aki, and so I read it a second time almost immediately after, and then the aki brain infection just grew worse and worse.... was screenshotting every panel of him... I read it a third time... a fourth time in the colored version to collect more panels......... I started my blog over a year ago to post fanfic and rant about aki and the rest is history

[king-of-havoc]

I woke up this morning like "...I feel like my period has started" and I checked and I wasn't bleeding

Hours later, right when I'm about to go to bed, went pee and now there's blood

Brain too fast, body too slow

[infernalbarbarian]

started a dark urge campaign tonight. 😅

[starsandauras]

Prompt 12: Dowdy

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt 12: Dowdy Say hi to Streamer AU again!

“A bit old fashioned, wouldn’t you say?” Hades drawled as Brigid looked up from her sewing machine. “When we have such a wonderful invention in harnessed levin?”

Somehow, Brigid still wasn’t sure about the particulars, Hades had wound up in her studio and commandeered a chair as though he was some pretentious emperor, presiding over all the surveyed. She narrowed her eyes up at him, then huffed, hand coming up to start her machine again, easily getting back into the rhythm of treadling. “We’re also havin’ marvelous inventions in gags,” she shot back. “If you’re just comin’ ‘round to be complainin’ ‘bout me methods, you’re welcome to be leavin’.”

Hades hummed softly, but he otherwise fell silent, sitting back in his stolen chair.

At least for fifteen minutes.

“I suppose we should be thankful you’re not doing it entirely by hand,” he eventually said. “I can’t imagine how long it would take then.”

“A moon,” she retorted, not looking up. “‘Tis thankfully a great deal of long seams. Nay as though ‘tis bein’ any of your business, as ‘tisnae anything you’re payin’ for. And finishin’ work’s still bein’ done best by hand.”

He sighed. “Yes, yes, fastenings and trim, structure elements, I’m aware. I do know something of garment construction.”

Which made sense, really. As the owner, operator, director, and producer for the Amaurotine Opera House, it would behoove him to have learned how the various departments would work, even if only in theory. It still didn’t stop him from irritating the living fire out of Brigid.

“Remind me why you’re bein’ here ‘gain?” she grumbled, pulling the fabric from her machine and finger pressing the seam allowances open. It wasn’t as good as a proper pressing from a proper iron, but as Hades was sitting next to the iron, she wasn’t in an especial hurry to bother.

“Why, can I not visit a most reliable acquaintance simply because I enjoy her company?” he asked, voice full of innocence.

“Nay,” Brigid shot back flatly. “Nay, you cannae.”

“And you’re quite right,” he agreed, finally standing from Brigid’s chair and placing a bag onto a cleared space of her work table. “I’m here to drop off the remainder of my payment for your previous job.”

“Mm, aye, the four thousand gil was bein’ more generous than our agreement,” she said, setting her project to the side and going over to the table, ready to examine the fabric she knew would be waiting for her.

“It was pointed out that it was only proper to increase my payment in gratitude for your speedy and ever accurate work,” he nearly huffed, rolling his eyes. Dramatic shit. Hythlodaeus probably told him his previous offer was too low. “You will also find fifteen yalms of silk, instead of the ten.”

Brigid blinked up at him, schooling her expression enough that only an eyebrow raise showed her surprise. Oh yes, Hythlodaeus’s fingerprints were all over this turn of events. “Well, you are always callin’ me in at last minute, ‘tis only bein’ fair you’re addin’ extra.” Brigid picked up the bag, deciding it was heavy enough to hold that quantity of fabric and trusting that Hades hadn’t shorted her. He had yet to do so, after all.

Hades sighed. “Our agreement is concluded, then?” he asked, as though he was the one suffering in this ordeal.

“Aye.” Brigid sat back down at her old fashioned treadle sewing machine. “You can be leavin’ me house now.”

“Gladly.”