#they are kindred spirits and dont even know it

[sporesgalaxy]

what ever man. i dont even care. <- lying

[casualavocados]

*holding out my hand* will you join me in my half-emo-2000s playlist for the most feral and angsty gay gangsters ever, ai di and chen yi?

notes and links to translations for a couple songs beneath the cut:

there's some overlap in songs on purpose but i still tried to put the playlist in chronological order. it basically splits the story into thirds: before ep9, ep9 through prison, & post-prison, and switches pov between ai di and chen yi fairly often.

Anime Intro — Neon Lights are very much starter vibes for both characters: for growing up together, for fighting together in the gang.

Nobody But Me; translation —idk i just wanted to add this bc it feels like something ai di would listen to, and the lyrics are fun if you apply them to both the ai di/chen yi dynamic and the boss/chen yi/yiyun meng dynamic

1st third: Neon Lights — Death of Me: ai di dealing with his feelings while chen yi's attentions are elsewhere; with a sprinkle of chen yi confusion in Lose Control >:3

2nd third: Death of Me — Love Addiction: ep9 through ai di's time in prison. some ep12 sprinkled in there due to the prison flashback. <3 chen yi pov really picks up in the songs here

Stardust; single line translation: 我们不散不见 -> "we'll never leave"

Love Addiction; translation —LINE BY LINE CHEN YI

Final third: Elastic Heart — Die For You: ai di's return from prison and chen yi pursuing him.

ファタール (Fatal); translation —LINE BY LINE AI DI

Die For You to the end of the playlist encompasses chen yi's ep12 confession followed by their deserved bliss together 💖

Wherever you are; translation

ok if you listened and enjoyed i would love to know cuz i put a lot of thought into this!!! i wanted it to fit them both musically and lyrically and i fiddled with it for a really long time before i was satisfied. EDIT: when i originally posted this, the playlist had 20 songs. i've changed the description a lot to fit what it is today. more songs may or may not be added in the future 💖

[youaremysunshine-court]

if im always soul crushingly lonely why can't I be lonely ina country I actually liek

[sqgeism]

Hi! for my req, im puctring a reader who is aloof and just as independent as anaxa is, but can you write a scenario where dove and him are married, and he comes to seek them out after a very long day? im thinking aloof but gentle type for reader, very private but very warm? man i love for kindred spirits :DD

𓎟𓎟 a sweet request from a lovely anonnie 𝄞 a love letter signed with anaxagoras' initials 𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚

ℒ.ove mail — 🍒 ꫂ aww this is cute. im a big fan of this req LMAO i felt like its a good one to establish their dynamic <3 welcome back everyone ! we are back in the building and i dont have long till i leave again oops

every day anaxagoras is reminded why he hates attending office parties.

and it's not like he hates the fellow staff—not all of them—but most he loses his tolerance once someone starts drunkenly blabbering about some nonsense. gossips from the students, their personal lives, or maybe even from the head teachers and whatnot. which is why he leaves early, there's nothing of interest for him to discuss and he doesn't want to darken their mood with his brooding. also, why stay when he can just go home? makes more sense to him.

so putting into consideration that the day was long, and unbelievably hard (socializing with an insufferable co-worker), it made the appeal of coming home much sweeter.

sweet it was, seeing you after such a night. after the chaos, the quite frankly atrocious music, and being shoved around since no one could stand straight, he needed you. and you never failed to be there.

"you're home later than i thought." you say in response to his silence, your eyes still glued to the novel in your hands. "you really tried to tolerate it, hm?"

"indeed, but even i have my limits, and it does not take long to reach them." he mutters while hanging his coat, stripping himself of his usual layers of clothing till he was left with his shirt and pants, sighing. "dove, do you mind moving to the couch?" he asks. "i know you adore your lounge chair, but i.. i think i need you. for just tonight."

your laughter sounds like a blessing after everything. "only tonight? are you not aware you have me for the rest of our lives? but i don't mind, come here."

and every day your husband is reminded to thank whatever aeon brought you two together, because you just.. fit so perfectly. your legs between his, laying on top of him, arms around your waist as he just.. looks at you. adores you, even. years of marriage hasn't lessened just how much you mean to him in the grand scheme of things, and if it had changed, it was merely his admiration.

he thinks it must not mean much to you (it does), but the way his feelings have developed for you came in an unexpected yet.. somehow needed wave. he thought he could still metaphorically feel the sand beneath his feet after being swept underneath, but he came up for air and felt nothing below him. he had moved past what he thought was just shallow, fleeting affection. and now swam in the vast ocean of uncertainty yet excitement for what could come in his relationship.

but aeon forbid, marriage? being a husband.. he always thought it was nothing but a far away dream.

yet you're right here, giving him that look you always do, with that same smile he fell inlove with four years ago.

"anaxagoras?"

"yes, my dove?"

"you have that look again." the scholar tilts his head, humming curiously. "what look?"

"the look that tells me that you'd let me stay here forever if i just asked."

"will you?" "perhaps i will."

"then.." he brings you close, pressing the faintest kiss to your lips, murmuring against your mouth. "..stay, forever."

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[ara-the-great]

cruelty

(not edited or proof read)

Cruelty was a part of every human being. Sylus knew this the best. Whoever met him deemed him the cruelest of all, except you. except this tiny little woman of his. he knew that you knew what he had done and will continue to do as the leader of onychhinus and yet he sensed no fear, no deeming him as cruel- except a in the instances when he stole your ice-cream or withheld from kissing you . it didnt make sense to him. the only conclusion he could draw was you were the same as him. true kindred spirits. after all he noticed that you did not even blink at him leveling out buildings with people still in it. how you barely even looked away when he shoots someone dead. how for a moment there is a gleam of insanity in those mesmerizing eyes of yours. he wanted to bring it up, he wanted to see all of you so he stared taking you to more and more meetings and deals. waiting, craving to see that gleam in you.

he had thought his cruelty would repeal you, you lived a righteous life after all. you were a upstanding citizen, you didn't even have a speeding ticket. and yet he recognized that ember of insanity and cruelty in you. how? who? why? when?

"sylus, what are you thinking about with such a face?" you asked approaching him

"what ever do you mean?" he smiled trying his best to conceal his thoughts. he was sure you tell him or even better show him someday.

"you look like you are going to kill someone. if you keep furrowing your eyebrows like that you'll get permanent wrinkles and then everyone will be more scared of you" you teased as your fingers smoothed out his so called wrinkles.

"what can i do? I am scary my love. it comes with the job" he chuckled as he took your hands to press a kiss on your palms.

"really? you scary? i don't see it. i think you are absolutely beautiful " you said kissing the top of one of his eyes as you sat in his lap.

"don't go tonight. stay. stay with me. i promise ill make it worth your time" he husked as he nuzzled into your shoulder. his muscular arms wrapping around you. you were sylus's anchor, his peace, his light.

"you know i have work tomorrow sylus. i cant stay here"

"hmm then maybe i should go to linkon with you" he mused

"you know, you can't do that. plus don't you have a dealing tomorrow?" you laughed patting is back as consolation.

"maybe i should change my occupation. to hell with all this. I'll sell fruit in linkon and go by skye and maybe then i would not have to part with you" he kissed the pulse that seemed to quickened with his words almost drunk off of your scent. "would you like that?" seeming absolutely serious.

"S-sylus you know you cant "

"would you like that though? just imagine you'll have me beside you every morning and every night." he said dragging his mouth from neck to the corner of your mouth.

"i wouldnt be so cruel to make you give up all that you have built with you own hands"

"oh sweetie, be as cruel as you like, you know i like it when you are cruel . if you asked me to build an empire from nothing, id do it for you a thousand times over. use me but just stay by me. that's all." he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. he could practically feel how pleased the thought made you. "plus cruelty suits you more than you think"

"what is that supposed to mean?" you didnt know whether to be offended or flattered

"it means i have seen the way your eyes shine with excitement whenever we are..... ruthless" he grinned finally finding the opportunity to bring it up

" What? You could tell? Im i that transparent? what can i say there is a strange beauty in it i suppose. It's also morbidly satisfying to see them beg after they insult us for no reason." you laughed. never thinking you'd be able to say it out loud.

"then why dont you accompany me to the deal tomorrow there is sure to be some action. i'll let you have your fun" he said leaning in to kiss you

"Omg would you really let me? such a generous offer who knew that mr. leader of onychinus was such a sweet lover" you teased as you kissed his cheeks in excitement unintentionally missing his kiss.

"And who knew ms. hunter was such a cruel woman?" he frowned clearly displeased by his stolen chance to kiss your lips

"shh its my secret to you" you pecked his lips with a laugh that rang trough his ears like twinkling fairy bells.

"and my sweetness is my secret to you" he said deepening your kiss.

[pocfansmatter]

Alright my theory about Remmick from Sinners & the Native Americans.

First we're gonna start off with a little history lesson then we'll get to what I think happened between them before the events of the movie.

15000 members of the Choctaw tribe were forcibly removed from the land in 1831 through the Indian Remival Act (1830) and they endured what is known as the trail of tears from 1831 to 1833. They were forced to relocated from Mississippi to Oklahoma. Although not all of the tribe left that was just the first round.

"Approximately 15,000 Choctaws made the trip between 1831 and 1833. One-quarter to one-third perished from disease, starvation, exposure and murder. They called it a “Trail of Tears and Death,” a name that would later be used for the Removal of other southeastern tribes."

I'm not gonna go into the horrors of the Trail of Tears because I dont want this post to be too long. Feel free to research on your own and come back here.

Now over 10 years later The Great Famine of Ireland or the Irish Potato Famine hit between 1845 to 1852.

Despite just dealing with the pain of the Trail of Tears in 1847 the Choctaw collected a donation of 170 dollars equivalent to 5000 today and sent it to Midleton in County Cork, south of Dubli in aid of families experiencing hunger during the Famine.

In 2015 a sculpture honoring the Choctaw's generosity was placed in Midleton's Bailick Park called Kindred Spirits.

Now we get to 2020. You remember it I'm not going to get into the gory details. Ireland raises nearly 8 millions dollars through go fund me to send to the Navajo and Hopi nations which were hit the hardest during covid. They also sent medical supplies, water, and food. They site the Choctaw's original generosity for their donations saying they were "paying it forward".

Those are the main highlights but there are other events that show the continued relationship between Ireland and the Choctaw but I'm not gonna put everything because this is still about Sinners remember.

So let's get back to the movie. Please bear with me I only say it twice & I'm going based off memory. Ryan Coogler is very deliberate with his choices. We know that this film was multilayer and full of double meanings. We also know he does his research. I think the relationship between the Choctaw and Irish is the reason he had the Choctaw tribe chase Remmick to Bert & Joan's house. He could've kept it vague and called them "Indians" never specifically named the tribe but he puts in the dialog that they are Choctaw.

Something I caught right away is when Remmick gets there he asks for help and says "they killed my wife... I thought they were going to help me" and when they ask who is chasing him he says the "Choctaw" to which Joan replies there are no "injuns for miles". That's when Remmick notices the white hood & bribes them with gold. The thing that immediately struck me is he calls them by their actual tribal name "Choctaw" where as most white people (even today) around that time period would have just called them Indians which is shown in Joan's response. Being Native myself I immediately clocked the specification. It's not something that happens regularly even today. I remember the first time a white man looked at me & said "you're *my tribes name* aren't you?" I was shocked and could just nod. That's something that happens when someone is very educated and actually cares about the tribe enough to call them by their true name. Remmick showed a level of respect in that one word than people realize when watching the film.

Remmick knows the Choctaw because he's Irish.

So my theory is that what if Remmick isn't lying and he had a wife... maybe he had a whole family of vampires. Remmick's whole thing was "fellowship" and building a "clan with love", he wanted Sammie because of his ability to conjure his ancestors. He said he had some people he wanted to see again.

I think Remmick came to America looking for more family to turn, and being Irish knowing the Choctaw helped his people in the past, thought they would be his friends, that they would "help" him. When he got there however the Choctaw knew immediately he was a bad spirit and started to hunt him instead.

I think they killed his wife and any other vampires he had with him. I think he was the only one that managed to escape. I think they hunted him and his family one by one all day and the only thing that saved him was finding Joan and Bert's house and appealing to their racism. That and the sun setting were the reason the Choctaw washed their hands of the situation because the racists clearly didn't want their help.

What do y'all think?

People who wanted to be tagged:

@waywardconsultingtimelady @botanicalbias @bostontearave @kaitlyntalks

[canisbrutus]

terminal hater disease 🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀

Donald Anderson HCs 🔋

The Basics:

he runs on pure spite most of the time.

mainly because. well. he doesnt have much else.

he's devoted to his studies whenever he's not foolishly throwing himself into a hobby, trying to be the Best at it.

(which typically that ends with him crashing out, humiliated, and slinking back to the comfort of the library.)

this boy has a severe inferiority complex, pushing him to try to one up everyone he knows in the first place.

his social life is lacking, as you might understand.

but it's whatever. they just dont appreciate his efforts. they dont appreciate anything he does.

someday, he'll be on top.

and then?

they'll see.

Expanded HCs:

surprisingly enough, he seems to get along better with Gary and Petey than anyone else.

(listen to their lines. Petey makes jabs asking if his opponent knows how to read, and Gary is Very attached to the word Moron. Donald says both of these as well.)

Donald had met Pete first, up at church. later he'd be introduced to Gary, who saw him as an asset more than anything else. another pair of eyes to soak in everything.

regardless: Petey is a little shit, and also meek and 'girly,' much like himself. Gary is also ruthlessly cutting, and clever. very very fun to gossip with, even if he's a touch mean and dangerous.

these three talk mad shit, and Donald actually tried to get Pete to join the nerds as a kindred spirit.

(alas, Earnest didnt allow it and they later drifted apart, but i digress)

Donald also got along with Thad, briefly, because of the shittalking both do all the time. but Donald ended up shooting himself in the foot with him by nitpicking Bucky. and that was too much for the weasel to put up with.

eventually he cozied up to Dr Watts more than his actual clique, becoming a teacher's pet of sorts.

Watts was crazy, of course, sometimes deliberately microdosing chemicals and such to study their effects. occasionally Donald assisted with this as well, rationing things.

never experimented on himself, but he'd strongly considered drugging his enemies. recreating MK-ultra, even.

had he not been strung up on the flagpole by his underwear during the big game he likely wouldve had Jimmy mix two beakers in their locker room/showers that put out a vapor with adverse effects.

back to Dr Watts. at one point Donald took a serving of his miracle hair grow gel for himself. why?

genetics had cursed him to never be able to grow facial hair and he was really torn up about it. so instead he slathered that on the rest of his body.

now he looks like chewbacca underneath those layers and that's not the effect he wanted. so he'd rather die than uncover himself.

another important thing about him: he's Very religious. catholic, to be exact.

this is one of the reasons he's so judgemental towards others.

another reason being his father is a cop, sort of. he works in forensics and he has no interest in anything Donald does aside from studying hard and being 'good.'

this is also why he doesn't actively pursue any other interests.

it's kind of sad really.

well, minor correction. Donald tries to connect with his mother and her French heritage through cooking with her.

it's one of the few things he values, though he often generalizes his roots as 'European' rather than French specifically as it doesn't help his 'girly' image.

alas.

bullworth is full of degenerates and criminals. you'd be hard pressed to find a single person Donald hasn't written about at least once in his hate diary.

aside from Earnest, who he glazes on the daily.

he wishes he had a Death Note.

in case you missed it i also wrote a page from his diary here. this kid sucks.

[writing masterpost]

[comatosebunny09]

ENTER LEON FUCKING KENNEDY LETS GOOOOOOOOOO

insert neighbour to lovers au where they're both awkwardly dancing around each other because it is clear they like each other but are trying to keep the other at an arms length due to their dark pasts hehehehehehe

chef kiss, i love it (AND LETS MAKE SYLUS YEARNNNNNN but not too hard i dont want him to feel super hurt ;-;)

You know my weakness. I’m a sucker for a good neighbors AU.

They’re both trying to escape something. Trying to leave something behind, seeking some semblance of normalcy. They both clearly like each other, yet they let their pasts hold them back, not knowing they’re kindred spirits. Kind of.

Meanwhile, Sylus knew you would one day pack up your shit and leave. Get tired of him dangling you on a frayed string. He couldn’t blame you. Loyalty wasn’t enough to keep you tethered to him after everything he’d done to you.

Still, he keeps tabs on you. You don’t know it, but he knew you had a panic bag packed in your room for months. He bugged it—safety precautions.

You still meant something to him even though he couldn’t fully return your feelings. He knows exactly where you are. He could easily drop everything to pursue you, talk you into coming back. But he’s content with Mephisto keeping a watchful eye on you in his stead.

You look happier there. Weightless. Normal.

But wait? Who the fuck is this weird, annoying-ass blondie who keeps popping up? And why does he make you…laugh like that?

[silversatin2105]

Hi bestie! How are you doing? I have a request for you!! Could you please write a Chifuyu x Fem Reader where Ryusei always flirts with Chiufyu's girl (they can be dating or not, but everyone knows these two are made for each other), even though he knows she is extremely annoyed by the constant flirting? How does Chifuyu react? Does this make him confess to her or does he just get annoyed? Thank you

Hi,

yeah I can do that ,I've decided to write this as a little fic, it will be a scenario that takes place during Chifuyu helping Keisuke study, the Y/N is an old friend of Keisuke’s who met Chifuyu when he joined Toman without any delay let's begin.

Chifuyu X Reader: someones jealous.

For the longest time you had been a childhood friend of Keisuke, sure you respected him and even supported him with hiding his extra curricular activities AKA Toman however you never felt that way about him, hell even meeting Kazutora it was still strictly platonic, there were only two guys who held a place one a romantic little upstart who had a penchant for flirting with any girl he saw and a recent new and upcommer who shared similar tastes in manga to you and a kindred spirit with your love of cats.

You Intended not to rock the boat, to keep it strictly professional but fate saw differently when you heard the words from the cheerful vice captain infront of you “hey madamoselle would you like to come spend the day with me?’” Ryusei lightly flirted as an angry scowl comes from Chifuyu.

look she's not gonna fall for your charms” Chifuyu retorted as Ryusei smirked and crossed his arms , was this jealousy you thought, no it couldn't possibly be but then the white haired vice captain began to speak.

“Well then why dont you ask her out if your so concerned” Ryusei retorted making the blonde new and upcomings cheeks turn a bright red as he excused himself to the bathroom, later that day you found a note in your locker on it was written “come to the gate afters school I want to talk”.

That afternoon after school you walked up to the gate of the school, to your surprise it was Chifuyu, he stood there waiting for you as promised, you began to speak up but be beat you too it and with a flustered tone he spoke the following.

“ I know this might sound strange coming from a delinquent but I want you to know I have a deep crush on you..please will you go out with me?” the blonde spoke to you, moments went by and soon you spoke.

It was all happening so fast but you could help it, you said yes and what would have been your usual walk home turned into an impromptu first date, he took you to q crepe stand and you split one before he took you home, when he dropped you off you walked into your apartment where you lived with your family, as you did you heard a loud “hell yeah” from outside your front door.

The next time you saw Ryusei he was mildly upset but very happy you had found someone whe shared similar likes, because deep down your heart had always had a weakness for hopeless romantic fools.

END SCENE

[stuck-in-jelly]

WIP Wednesday!

I dont actually have a title yet but here we go!

Summary:

Corvus and Rayla unexpectedly bump into each other after the events of the Stormspire as they both adjust to living in a castle.

Rayla wore pajamas provided by the castle staff, the yellow looked strange on her, and they were oversized, her pant legs dragged. They were probably the reason she was less than agile earlier. She stood beside him for a moment unsure if she should sit but eventually joined him. 

There was a beat of silence with only the water making noise.

“Ya know, I actually climbed up this wall.” 

Wordlessly Corvus looked at Rayla, her eyes trained on the moat below before she shuddered. 

“The night I came too…well. You know.” to spare her Corvus just nods and looks down as well.

“Must’ve been quite the climb.”

“I was exhausted!” Rayla slumped dramatically like she had just climbed the wall again. 

Surprisingly it felt easier to be casual with Rayla. Maybe it was because she didn't have any of the high titles everyone else had or maybe it was because she’s already made a fool of him several times. 

“How did you do it?” Rayla slips a hand under her shirt and pulls out her blade from behind her back with a flourish. 

Nimbly she transformed it into a hook. Corvus understood immediately and felt even more impressed she had the upper body strength to complete that climb. 

It seems they are kindred spirits. Corvus pulls his own weapon from his waist, and offers it to Rayla to see.  

“It’s…a lot heavier than it looks.” Rayla mumbles, her arms sinking slightly with the weight of the chains fully in her hands. Corvus nods as he watches Rayla twist it around her hands, tangling the chains a bit but he allows her grace. 

“Press that release, right there.” Rayla flows his gaze and finds the button, when she pressures it she jolted like a cat when the blade launched up, before she could process it Corvus snatched it out of thin air. 

Practice made him swift at it but he had gotten a few nics before he had polished that skill. 

Free from its base, his hook looks similar to Rayla’s. He himself has used them to climb before as well, but it took a lot of energy and endurance.

“Impressive. Did you make it?” Rayla asks after regaining her composure with a hint of embarrassment. 

“Partially. My father had a similar one, minus the releases and his was made out of rope.” 

Rayla bit the inside of her cheek before she offered out her blade to Corvus. Corvus hadn't meant to insinuate an exchange, he could tell the weapon meant a lot to her. 

It appears Corvus hesitated a bit too long because Rayla’s ears twitched and she rolled her eyes. 

“Just grab it!” So Corvus obliges, taking the weapon from her hand,admiring it as it lifts it up gently. 

Not only were the mechanics of it much smoother than Corvus’s simple press and release button but it was intricately designed as well. The Moonshadow cravings and coloration made the silver gleam beautifully. 

It’s clear Rayla takes good care of it too. 

“Where did you get this?” 

“From my d-” Rayla shakes her head quickly, correcting herself “Ethari. He’s an excellent craftsman back home.”  

Home. 

Corvus looks away. Staring out into the forest. 

Rayla still feels that way towards the Silvergrove, even after everything. 

Maybe it's much like how Soren still considers Katolis his home. 

Was this place home? 

No. Not for either of them. Not right now anyways. They wouldn't have snuck out otherwise. 

[dreamyblanket]

well. i like mystic flour a lot... if it isnt obvious. a little thing about me is that even before we started playing crk i was the "apathetic" one of the system, hahah... i don't really feel much in general, to the point where i've blocked (toxic) people who our host was devastated to lose while i didnt care at all, sometimes even if i try i cant make myself care about things if its just not something i feel anything towards in the first place. so finding a character like her just really made me feel a sort of connection. like i was seen...

i dont really label my relationship with her as platonic or romantic or anything (i also honestly think i may be some flavor of aro + all of us are ace) its just... closeness. sitting in silence comfortable with each others presence. knowing there's someone there who can understand what youre (not) feeling. its special, i think.

after spending my existence feeling just about nothing, ironically, finding someone else who feels nothing has made me feel something. which honestly i am still struggling to handle what it feels like to... feel, really! and it might be silly to think i could be the same to her, but im sure she wouldnt mind having a kindred spirit around...

apologies for getting all sentimental here. i like her a lot... mystic flour... my beloved...

- @apathywarrior

Daww, I think its verry sweet that you found someone you relate to so deeply ^^

And I totally get just wanting to be around someone you trust, sometimes you don't need to speak or do anything together to feel comfortable with them. Just being in the same room is enough.

[moonlitenvyillust]

Pulling out quotes I said/wrote so you guys can guess if it's made in a fit of rage, aggressively calming someone down, a quote I told to myself, a friend, or just me writing OC lore

1: Flowers are pretty. But if there are too much thorns you cannot touch them. She is trying to grow thorns so those men can't hurt her without hurting themselves

2: "The free healthy meal thing? Then why do we make it ourselfves?"

"That's why it's free, we cook it and bring it ourself"

3: "If I don't have money, I can't buy what I need, if I can't buy what I need, I get physically bad, and when I'm physically bad, I get emotionally conflicted, and if I'm emotionally conflicted, I need money to chill out, but I have no money"

4: "My job is to help people with emotional struggles, not the other way around. but still, I should figure something out other than taking comically long baths"

5: “We may be able to calculate the volume of a jar of jam, but we can’t get the fucking lid off”

6: "is it 0/0 attraction(aroace) or 50/50 attraction(bi)? stay tuned!"

7: she needs help. But doesn't ask because she dont know how"

8: "well (name) Respect your elders be damned. Not when said elder was a piece of shit."

9: "nobody cares if a grain of sand is missing from the beach. But we are not sand"

10: "We're teens in early stages"

"Not kids. You're old as a rock and act like an infant that got their toy stolen"

11: "don't you want to cry? Miss (name)?"

"this is war. Its not the first nor last death"

12: "there's only three ways in life based on my parents, a doctor, a lawyer, or disappointment. I disagree but sometimes i believe it too"

13: "you keep improving till its enough for you. When is it enough to you?"

14: "..and what if i cant get the opponent to follow me?"

"Then be a little shit until they get their asses riled up and finally decided to hand your ass back to you only to get themselves into shit"

15: "Are we sure that was a smart desecition?"

"No. No we are not. We are certain it wasn't, even."

"Atleast you're aware, then..."

16: "Whore"

"Are you paying me?"

"No. But slut, then."

"Eh"

(To clarify this is OC lore. I would put myself on guillotine before I ever do blow jobs)

17: "Come on its already *insert secluded time* I'm an impatient woman/man!"

"You are self-aware enough to recognize it?"

18: "Is it math or meth? it's both gonna get you drunk so who cares?"

19: "you will only ever be a stone in a mine of gold"

20: "I hear voices..."

"You are hallucinating, then. Because we are in a place with no people other that us both"

21: "why didn't you just stand there and pray to God?"

"I was fist fighting him"

22: "there is hundreds of ways to kill a man. And hundreds of ways to break their pride. Personally, I like cutting their sticks off"

@lenamiyabi @cutob @lemonade-tree7 @kindred-spirit-93 @kinks-and-discourse my five moots, pull over

[egorsey]

he’ll blame the alcohol / you’ll blame the full moon, a two-part egorsey playlist (fanmix), deathloop

details (me talking a lot) under cut

this is my labor of love to my darling dl fanbase. more specifically the five egorsey fans. youre all my kindred spirits and i love you much. this is how i see the egorsey experience from like whenever they started fucking around to crazy pre-loop aeon shit to i dont know. my mind eludes me. the two different playlists are each of their perspectives along my somewhat loose timeline because i couldnt just fit all their craziness into ONE mix thats ABSURD!!

listen in order. basically just cliche indie rock and pop the internet might still be obsessed with all of which i have an intenseeeely personal connection to. not quite 8tracks but you know im nostalgic. links are the titles above, on spotify. even if you just read the tracklist and nod ill literally cry like thats how much i care about arranging songs in a specific order thats like vaguely reminiscent of two gay guys. i would write some lyrics down but honestly id rather you just listen and think. sorry if the playlist covers are too neon. and doubly sorry that the two of them are totally disproportionate sizes in this post. more deathloop mixes to come

enjoy xx

[riddlesmoon]

stop using character.ai. i know youve heard it before, i know you want to keep using it because youre lonely, or scared of being called cringe or made fun of, or you dont trust anyone enough to open up about your kinks, or people posturing about ai have gotten on your nerves because all they do is shit on you for using it without addressing why you actually want to use it! i get it, ive been there. still, with all the love i have, i promise you, there are better options that dont dubiously scrape from other peoples work or use a metric fuck ton of electricity. or has a shitty ass filter that stops you from progressing beyond heavy petting 😒

1. at the very least, if you are still insecure about your writing skill or dont want to involve other people, you can run an LLM on your own machine. the less people use big websites like char.ai (especially those that try to monetise themselves and thus have an incentive to expand as big as possible), the less servers they will buy (and keep running all the time, unlike a locally-run ai that you only turn on once in a while!). everything is stored locally too, so trust, no one will judge you. but i know it requires a fairly beefy pc (though i think there are some mobile options too? your phone might also have to be beefy tho im not sure i havent tried) so if you cant do that, a secondary option is to use a smaller site which doesnt plan to monetise (as in large-scale advertising and premium plans. nearly all sites will have a paid plan to support their servers, but these should be like donations rather than something that locks major features behind a paywall) since that still reduces the demand for char.ai's servers. (and you might say well it just moves demand to another site but i think char.ai is probably the worst with its premium plan. its better than nothing!) not to mention most sites that dont limit your content generally arent looking to monetise. cuz advertisers would not really want to work with that lol

2. rp with someone. i knowww this is scary and a lot of people have bad experiences. unfortunately, such is the mortifying ordeal of being known. trust me, i did not grow up roleplaying, i have only rped with real people like, less than 5 times. but it still makes the best content: when you can find someone you agree with, you can share some of the thinking and planning workload with them, they might come up with ideas you didnt, and every sentence they send is thought out and intentional. but yes, finding that perfect partner is hard, and it may not last. something something friendships. (also if everyone has the same reasons to use char.ai, it means youre all kindred spirits! CRINGEred sprits! your cringe partner might be out there!!)

3. write it yourself. i know this one is hard especially for beginner writers. what you write doesnt match up to what you have in your head. but if youve used ai extensively youll know half the shit they say doesnt match up to what you have in your head either. you mightve spent more time editing their responses. thats a good sign that you want to and can write! and theres plenty of people willing to look over and beta your work, whether for grammar and spelling or to smooth out major plot points. of course its harder to find the latter, but i would say its easier than finding the perfect rp partner, since they dont necessarily have to be entirely invested in your story.

ai chatbots are far from perfect anyway. they make a ton of mistakes, not least because they learn from prompts given by the bot creator, which simply cannot encompass knowing the actual media in your head because bots have a limits to how much info they can retain. even in a single rp, if it gets too long, they will start to forget details. if youre an aspiring writer and dont mind fixing those as you go, you can definitely dive into writing your own fics instead. i believe in you!

and if youre still scared of being called cringe or exposing your deepest darkest fantasies, message me and we can work something out. im pretty open to the craziest stuff and im already like bottom-of-the-barrel cringe in fandoms as a yumejo (selfshipper), so trust, youre not getting ANY judgement from me. i also like beta'ing cuz it fulfils the urge to write without having to think of plot and shit LMAO. or you can pay me to write the full fic idk

so yeah lets get out of this ai hole together!!! 💪

(and if youre not really looking to rp or write seriously, or are lazy and just pop into char.ai for a short convo or two, i cant exactly stop you, but just think about what youre doing. there are better hobbies i prommy. love you)

[chiffonperiwinkle]

My Story with Amatonormativity

I personally know an individual who might just embody humanity’s brilliance itself. He is kind, insightful, enlightening, proactive, and passionate. He doesn’t hesitate to show the world what they love and their love and care for others. Literally when I first met him he was like “no one needs to bottle up their feelings and I’m here to listen” and he showed everyone smth about a scientific study on the effects of emotional suppression or smth. He had been humorous and extremely altruistic to me and it just happens that we share similar interests. I guess its only natural that I am beyond grateful for this person (as someone who's through years of bullying trauma and grew up in a family that I couldn't show negative emotions in) right?

But amatonormativity makes people think no. He's vastly different from me physically(diff gender I present fem he presents masc), even though we often dress similarly because we both love that timeless style. (we love to slay cook and eat and dont y'all deny that) There’s also one interesting person lets call him A who keeps insulting me for showing my gratitude and platonic affection to him as well as labeling the individual as a weirdo. I can't imagine what A’s reaction would be like if he knows that we matched for a day. He'd go crazy be like “omg are you guys dating? Couples matching?” eugh no. since when is matching for romantic couples? like SHUT THE FUCK UP. LITERALLY GO FCK YOURSELF. I tried to explain what being aromantic is like and what platonic love is and just how similar I am to the individual and he refuses to listen and keeps berating me for it. Like fuck you, as if I care.

There's no doubt that the other person is having fun as well. They enjoy my company, we constantly care for and help each other whenever we can. We show mutuality. He trusts me and I trust him, and we just love sharing each other about the characters we make, the franchises we love, the life lessons and experiences we gain that are invaluable. He knows me well and I know him well. We are literally kindred spirits just being silly and having fun together. There is literally NOTHING romantic between us. And bc of amatonormativity, we are subjected to judgment, weird looks, baseless assumptions and more even if we don't experience it now.

It saddens me that people fail to understand the nuances behind my genuine care, gratitude and platonic affection towards the individual. Or maybe there wasn't any nuance—its simply just companionship, simple, pure love between people who know each other. Amatonormativity complicates that. It labels simple prosocial behaviors like helping and compliments as “hidden romantic love” “crush” and “more than friends/acquaintances”. Like no. There's more to humanity than just romance. Amatonormativity is undermining the tapestry of experiences of being human. How dare it make people assume and reduce my gratitude and platonic connection to another person as just romance and subject us to judgments. Amatonormativity taints our intentions and interactions towards others and I'm SO done with it.

Thanks for reading my yapping.

tldr: platonically connected with an altruistic and loving individual who's of different gender and physical traits from me, get called “romantic” despite the obvious signs that we just have many similarities and i see them as a kindred spirit who i want to reciprocate the love they gave to everyone. how amatonormativity complicates and undermines the platonic human experience.

ps: to the individual if you see this and somehow figure out who i am: i hope you understand my intentions now. I feel like the luckiest person in the world by meeting you and I feel so connected to you as if we are soul twins. I hope you'd let me declare each other as formally best friends when the time is right.

[sunshines-child]

emerging from my quasi hiatus bc i need to yell something rq and have no idea where to go, sunny allow me to seek refuge here pls n thank u forgive me i love you :D

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aight so greek mythology premise; a siren spots a small boat and an even smaller figure in the distance. first catch of the day she thinks, grinning to herself.

she circles the vessel, listening carefully to their gentle humming, considering disguises. head peaking out of the water she sings her best melody in hopes of averting the strangers attentions to her so she can adequately capture their deepest desires.

PLOT TWIST bc i dont feel like being eloquent this early in the morning lol: theyre deaf! and sirens iirc are part of apollos domain or sum and as the god of knowledge in my eyes hes a polygot and this is shared with the sirens to appeal to the biggest demographic of people lol.

anyway she sings and to no affect, sailor feels the water shift underneath them and turns to see the siren (in their real from bc why not) and puts 2 and 2 together and starts to sign. boat person is shook and signs back :D probably unaware of the sirens motives.

ALTERNATIVELY: tis a child! and ig sirens arent particularly picky with those who trespass into their waters, but perhaps she either takes pity, or intends to go about with business as usal but kiddo unknowingly outsmarts her and she amused decides to leave them be, or even better take them in (bc what parents let their kid venture that far) or a secret fourth option.

EVEN MORE ALTERNATIVELY: (and this one can be seperate from deaf boat person) AROACE!!!!!!!!!!!! >:D ive yet to see anything written about sirens luring victims with anything other than the usual ways of persuasion, modes of control, means of deceit and other roads to the soul (ayyy) lemme see someone being lured into a qpr or something lol

TRAGICOMEDY: sailor is suicidal and knows exactly what theyre getting themselves into, and the only thing holding up their backflip from the boat is them getting stuck in the nets. shenanigans ensue where siren helps them to get to her lunch faster. and idk they bond, maybe she talks them out of it bc meals dont taste good when they willingly walk into their traps or maybe its some code of ethics thing.

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dont u love it when u try to write 2.7 sentences to get the wiggles out but it turns into 7 paragraphs, several arts and a spinoff? my hs english assignments weep in the corner & unwritten wips plot my downfall as i type lmao.

to anyone interested please feel free to run wild with any of these! if you do please tag me @kindred-spirit-93 >:D

sunsprite wreath for the flower of my life x

You may seeks refuge here :)