#this took so long i want to die

[thatpunnyperson]

According to NBC here in the US, the missing titanic sub has been found. As debris. Off the bow of the Titanic wreckage.

And it looks like the sub suffered what we all suspected, and what was undoubtedly the more merciful of the two options: a catastrophic implosion from the pressure.

Also, more info has come to light about the fishing trawler with the hundreds of migrants that sank cataclysmically off the coast of Greece, indicating that the greek coast guard knew about the vessel AND how much trouble the vessel was in, and were towing it at a speed that made it capsize, at which point they unhooked the tow line and watched the trawler sink without helping the passengers to safety. Despite a bunch of other ships trying to help as well throughout the whole ordeal.

So a lot of people are dead, all because of regulations (and the lack thereof) regarding sea-faring vessels and rescue protocols. People shouldnt be allowed to make a business charging a ton of money for a ride on an uncertified, unsafe, un-seaworthy ship going deep into the ocean with no distress beacon or tether to the mothership. People also shouldnt be allowed to enact laws that criminalize the ferrying of refugees, which then force the refugees to hitch rides on fishing trawlers, and which also prevent people from helping those fishing trawlers full of refugees due to fear of legal consequences.

Hopefully BOTH of these events spark changes on an international scale in terms of what is legally allowed to be sailed, who is legally allowed to be the passengers, and what the rescue protocols are in the event of disaster for any seafaring vessel, illegal or not. It shouldnt be just the global 1% who get 24/7 search parties and remote-operated submersibles helping rescue them.

[lunacias]

these are the silt verses, and I name our disciples thus

[disposal-blueeee]

VARGASTOBER - day 2 : comfort

[obeymedommc]

Sticker Chart

Obey Me Brothers + Undatebles - Leviathan

18+

In the end you needed to use your pacts to stop the madness that was unleashed from Mammons bragging and truly the only way it stopped was when you promised they could all have a weekend which turned into earning a weekend in order to stop the snowball about Mammons cries of unfairness turning into rivalry between Lucifer and Satan over who could earn it faster. To save face from being ordered around like a common dog by his human Lucifer insisted everyone go back to studying, laying the conversation to rest.. or so you thought...

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He didn't really care that the others were playing along with your silly normie chart... at first. About a month after the reveal Mammon had finally earned his weekend with you. Levi had been preoccupied by a new game drop he was gonna stay up for so he only heard about it afterwards when Mammon wouldn't shut up about it

After the first 10 minutes of bragging he had to put down his switch because he couldn't focus. The next 15 minutes led to a boiling stew of jealousy that would have boiled over had Lucifer not told Mammon to shut up and eat his breakfast (Lucifer has been at this long enough to see that and avoid the inevitable and wet mess that would happen otherwise). After breakfast he paced in his room emitting the same aura of a frenzied shark as he seethed to Henry 2.0.

He paced himself into a metronomic state mentally and physically before he started Operation: Level Up to Chart Status!. He started by sending you a text insisting you come to his room for a watch party that night. The minute he got confirmation he was getting a grocery order for snacks and making a nest fit for leveling up seduction

You could tell something was up from how he texted you, so you set about making him as comfortable as possible. Making your way to your room first, you changed into a hoodie you stole from him a while back and some small shorts forgoing undergarments entirely. You threw your strap in a bag with his collar and orange flavored lube and made your way to his room.

He practically threw the door open and snatched you from the hallway, his tail wrapping firmly around your waist with his arms following after. Your presence grounded him in a way that had the cool stuttering breaths slowing as you rocked him back and forth, and you rubbed his back. When you separated enough so you could walk, you complimented the snack collection and cooed at the blanket fort in front of the TV before flopping down on the blankets.

The twinkle lights he had put up provided enough light for you to see the blood rush to his face when you throw a leg over his and kiss his cheek.

'You did all this for our watch night baby this is so pretty!! You're such a good boy I needed a quiet night and you made it so special!!' You held his face and gave him gentle kisses on the lips as you praised him.

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Leviathans chest felt like he was going to burst from how much warmth and love he saw in your actions, it was almost enough to quell the jealousy that was the catalyst to the night.

'Good enough for a star on my chart?' He slapped a hand over his mouth and hid his face in the pillows he had artfully piled up against his tub.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. This was NOT the plan! He was gonna ask you about it after he had gotten more points ans now his big fat mouth

'No' you said firmly and his mouth dropped open as he gaped at you

'Having a pact with you has made me extremely jealous so a chart isn't good enough. I want you to put them on your monitors so you always see them. But you'll have to earn it tonight. What do you think baby?'

He shivered and his tail pulled you closer to him as he nodded fiercely, breath quickening as his frantic brain processed what you said

'Y-yeah, yeah, want that, wanna earn it, be good for you p-please, be your good boy!' His squirming lead him to rubbing against your thigh and his tail wrapping around your thigh just high enough that you could feel it squeezing past you at the same rate as his hips. Before the heady feeling could take you over you had to focus.

You were really proud of how he had gotten the courage to ask for something he wanted and truly you wanted him to be proud of earning it too. You held his hips down, gripping his soft waist hard enough to bruise the way he likes. You kissed his whines away softly and giggled when he chased after your lips as you pulled away.

'You still have to earn it sweet thing.' You kissed his neck gently and bit down softly

'Y-yeah, earn it, for you, wanna-' he let out a high pitched whine as you put your hand in his pants roughly, grabbing at his dick and giving a gentle squeeze that had his whole body curling around your hand

You kissed his jaw as you saw his desperate eyes take in the smirk that spelled danger for the night ahead of him

'I'm gonna edge you as we watch pretty boy, you're gonna tell me when you're gonna cum, and however many episodes we get through is how many times you have to make me cum before your release.' You kiss him slow and sloppy as you stroke him, smiling when he whines and grabs your hand to ground himself

'What do you say pretty boy? I know it's a hard task but it's nothing my pro gamer can't handle right.'

He nodded, trying to catch his breath as he tried to focus his eyes on your face. 'I c-can, can be your good boy, can do it for you'

'MY good boy' you repeat and kiss his jaw, pressing the remote into his other hand to let him put on the show that would watch his struggle

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Don't steal my shit dude I'm already struggling

[ftcatv]

2 | NEON from @falloutober prompts i swear im not gonna make all these prompts about nick

[uncanny-tranny]

Something I realized (which was obvious to me subconsciously) is that... The family that vehemently didn't accept me when I first came out but now do accept me are still the same family that I am most unwilling to be open about things I feel protective over.

I remember that my dad reacted so poorly, not to my coming out, but to my transition specifically that my therapist was the one to ask if I wanted to put it on my file that I wanted nothing to ever be shared with him about my health after I broke down multiple times due to my anxiety that I would never transition. While there are and were protections for me, I was incredibly fearful at the time because I was a minor, and I was so worried that he would have prevented my transition that I couldn't have said for certain what (if any) lengths he would have gone to to prevent that.

He's grown a lot as a person, and made some commendable strides. But he didn't find out from me when I medically transitioned the second I turned eighteen, and I think that's among the things that truly made him realize the scope of the issue.

I'm not here to guilt trip parents, guardians, or other members responsible for the care of the children or teens or young adults in their care.... but this is a cautionary tale. You aren't saving the people in your care when you do this, you simply reinforce an idea that you will never care for them, never want them as they are, would rather them be shoved away.

When you give people reasons to be secretive, they will behave secretively. When you give people reasons to doubt their safety around you, they will become sneaky, defensive, and withdrawn. When you give people reasons to doubt that you value their life, they will believe that you don't care if they live or not.

[apple-pie-fly]

i'm not over them help me god

[mugbowlfan]

Mugbowl jumpscare

I headcanon Bowlboy to have a love lenguaje similar to cats and other animals, like... Mugman would be chilling some day and suddenly find a dead rat near him and just know it was a gift from his unhinged boyfriend xd

[borgialucrezia]

"He's spent the entire time being picked upon and bullied by the family. I think personally from where Juan stands he sees the hypocrisy in the family, how they can do one thing and say another. As far as Juan is concerned he's always had the best interests of the family at heart, however misguided that might be and doesn't quite comprehend why nobody understands that. Nobody seems to understand that what he does, he does for the betterment of the Borgia clan and never waivers from that. He does that in ways that perhaps aren't sanctioned by the church or sanctioned by family law."

[bitternace]

WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL!!! /POS. ATTACKING YOU.

Xemnas and Xigbar for 37 if that number hasn't been done? If it has, how about 74?

no puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal // ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti.

[ID: a mostly black and white drawing with a purple overlay of xigbar and xemnas shown from the hip up on the left side of the image. the background is black and has some diagonal lines with a bit of transparency on the right side. the shadows are harsh, with only a bit of light falling on their faces.

they stand before each other turned to the audience. xigbar, holds the handle and the middle of No Name before him, head tilted down as he looks to the audience. xemnas stands a full head taller behind xigbar, his left hand held some distance below the bladed tip of No Name, his left eye is covered by his fringe.

xemnas visible eye is painted ochre with a white pupil, while xigbar's eye is white and gold. The eyes on no name's handle and the gazing eye on the blade are a vibrant cyan. the caption reads the spanish lyrics "i can't ask a simple mortal for a forever" and "oh, everything i've done for you." /End ID.]

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[arom-antix]

@fishshit I consider your post canon so I made it

Edit: I FOUND IT

Edit 2: Yakov trauma

Edit 3: I lied, here's the design rant

Edit 4: Updated design!

[haveihitanerve]

lol guess who's back!!

Anyways got another idea.

Outsiders pov- Theif or assassin given a job by some shady boss to.. deal with a CEO at a gala. But not just any CEO, Bruce "Gotham's Prince" Wayne himself. Seems like he has many enemies.

They sneak into the gala. But it's easy, it feels as if security barely tried to keep them out.

Their first attempt is to dr*g the WE owner's drink, but somehow that doesn't work—the clumsy sonovabitch 'accidentally' spilled it on Lex's suit. Then the assassin attempts a discret stab though the back, but somehow they can barely even penetrate skin.. either the weapon is dull or he's meta.

They try over and over yet somehow Bruce escapes each time before they just give up. They return to their employer and explain the situation before demanding they never hire them for such a job again.

hello again!!! ooooh this is so interesting.... the hardest part of this is defo gonna be having to think up ways to kill him and then have him dodge the attemot, but im sure itll be great! 😅

Trenton didn't know why he took the job. Well, no. He did. It was money. Easy money, too. He had looked into the guy he was supposed to kill, as he looked into everyone he had to kill, and Bruce Wayne? Quite honestly he could probably just leave out a butter knife and the idiot would find a way to kill himself.

But... the issue with looking into him was that... Well, he had learned about Bruce Wayne. And while he needed this money, desperately, the Wayne dude... he just.. wasn't the person Trent wanted to kill. He had killed plenty of people over the course of his career. Tons of them had ben decent people. But they had all done something to justify their deaths. Bruce Wayne? There wasn't a single thing wrong with the dude.

He was just a fucking nice guy. Ditsy? Sure. A little slow? Definitely. Richer than god? Oh yeah. But he wasn't a rich prick asshole. He donated his money. He adopted orphans and gave them better lives. He protected his employees. Trenton hadn't even found one rude comment about his fucking ability for Christ's Sake!

There were, of course, the usual hating comments or posts, usually political enemies, people who felt intimidated by Wayne's wealth and public popularity. But no matter how deep Trenton dug, he couldn't find any real evidence that their hatred was warranted. None. It was infuriating and he had finally given up after a few hours, slamming his computer closed in disgust.

Maybe that was a good enough reason to kill him. His utter lack of fucking badness. Still, even as Trenton convinced himself of it, or at least tried to, and focused on all the money and not the person he was killing, he couldn't stop that sinking feeling in his gut. There weren't many kills in his life Trent regretted, or felt bad about doing.

This one? As Trent crept through the vents of the Wayne Committee Meeting Ballroom, because of fucking course Wayne had built an entire building dedicated to celebrating other people and big donations, which was then used to help teach dance to traumatized kids when it wasn't being used for fancy events. This one Trent didn't know how to feel. He gritted his teeth, quickly unscrewing one of the vents so he could peer down below.

He had poisoned Wayne's drink on his way in, and was now just waiting. Trent couldn't lie to himself. He was good at his job. It was why they had called him. Which was, admittedly, a little suspicious because as far as he was aware, Bruce Wayne didn't need the best assassin to kill him. Maybe he wasn't aware enough.

And promptly three minutes later, without having taken a single sip of his champagne, Wayne was spilling all of it down Lex Luthor's suit. Of course. "Oh my goodness!" Wayne wailed, grabbing napkins from nearby. "How absolutely dreadful!! I'm so clumsy!" Lex glowered at him, smacking his hands away as he angrily stomped off.

Wayne pouted after him, then quickly bent to help a nearby server who was wiping his drink off the floor. "That's my bad, here Gabe, let me help." Of course he knew the servers name. Trent growled, pulling out his sniper. It would be messier, sure, but it would be over quickly. He would be out and gone before anyone even noticed the billionaire hit the floor.

"Father." a gods damned child approached, tugging his sleeve. Wayne bent down to eye level, dipping his head so the kid could whisper in his ear. Of course he was a good father to boot. The trigger became a little slippery. Wayne nodded at his son, standing, and patted his head affectionately. The boy scowled, but wrapped his arms around his father's legs in a quick hug before departing.

Wayne smiled, fond, and made a few gestures aimed at the older boy standing nearby who intercepted the kid. The man, an almost identical copy of Wayne, though Trenton thought only the youngest was his biological son, dipped his head in a nod, and took the littler kids hand, steering him away.

Trenton lowered his eye to the scope. Wayne made his way over to the drinks table. "Come on..." Trenton murmured. The last thing he wanted was to take out two people in one hit, though due to his research it seemed that everyone else around besides the workers and a few other nice people, had worse records than Wayne by far.

It helped that Wayne was about ten inches taller than everyone else, but Trent didn't want to take any chances. Wayne reached for his phone, sending a quick message to someone who's name Trent couldn't read, but who had an emoji of a lightning bolt, or a flash next to it. It didn't matter, really.

Now. There was no one else in the vicinity. Probably because a blond haired girl and another black haired boy were drawing attention at the other side of the room, but Trent didn't worry about that. Just so long as Wayne was alone. The pulled the trigger. And watched as Wayne didn't move. Didn't flinch. And most definitely didn't die.

"What the fuck..." Trent let the word drag, setting down his gun. That was it. He was going down there. It would be riskier. But he had no other choice anymore. His bullet had just... disappeared.

Trent maneuvered his way to the floor, fixing the lapels of his suit quickly before striding across the room, pretending to head to the food table where Wayne was still standing, now talking to a man with red hair. "Appreciate it Barry, feel free to hang around a bit more if you like." The other man, Barry, laughed, clapping Wayne on the back with what seemed like genuine comradery, not the faked laughter and sucking up everyone else seemed to do.

"Thanks B, but I'm heading home. I don't belong on this side of the river anyway." Wayne shook his head ruefully, but gave the man a hug, wishing him well. Barry nodded and disappeared into the crowd, nothing more than a whisper.

Wayne seemed a little put out now that Barry had gone, but recovered quickly, sticking a small sandwich in his mouth and rolling back his shoulders, squaring them, and turned, heading back into the crowd. It was perfect. Trent followed at an easy distance, looping around the dance floor before brushing past, his knife sliding easily into his hand from his sleeve.

Wayne didn't even twitch as the dagger pierced his side, continuing his conversation like nothing had happened. Trent circled around again, watching from the corner for him to notice the blood, at least, and panic, or fall over. Nothing happened.

He did notice the older man from earlier, Wayne's carbon copy, appear, and murmur something in his ear, their bodies almost flush against each other, hands tucked into what seemed to be their pockets, but then he was gone again, and Wayne didn't seem any worse for wear.

It was so incredibly frustrating. Trent groaned, moving on to his last and final plan, and if it didn't work, he gave up. The Court could take their money and shove it, he was not going to try again against this fucking meta.

Trent shoved off the wall, moving closer to Wayne, who had once again excused himself from the party, moving to the open window for a breath of fresh air. Perfect. If he somehow dodged dying from a thirty foot drop. No way.

Trenton moved closer, hand holding a server tray high, and with little difficulty bumped him, sending him toppling over the side. Done. Finished. Finally. Trenton waited for the thump, the crack of bones, the sickening crunch of a neck.... and nothing happened.

He glanced down and spotted Wayne, clamored against the wall below and scaling down it with ease, clearly unaware he was being watched. That was it.

Trent gave up. "Good play Mr. Wayne." He grumbled, and disappeared out the front doors. He wasn't about to try and go toe to toe with a man that couldn't, or wouldn't die. No way.

"Hey, hire someone else the next time you want to send them on a wild goose chase errand." He cursed the Talon. "Fuck your money, I'm never trying to kill Wayne again. Bastard." And he walked out.

[codacheetah]

5 for the isat ask game!

5 - What's your favorite optional event?

VERY TOUGH ONE TO ANSWER. I'm gonna go right ahead and disqualify twohats bc it's a predictable answer. If I had to choose just one though I think it'd probably be the sus event. It really got my goat on my first playthrough bc I didn't realize you had to do it in ACT 4. If I remember correctly I think sus is the only optional event locked to ACT 4??? Now that I've actually done it though I'm quite fond of it.

Sus event is one that you really have to go out of your way to do. It kind of reminds me of the True Ending in SASASAP but More and I'm sure that's intentional. Like the requirements for sus quest necessitate that you're going to do it, if not the loop before ACT 5, very soon before it. You have to know pretty much everything about Time Craft and Wish Craft already, so whatever you're doing in the loops now is basically taking out any optional stuff before you hit the end. You have to pretty thoroughly remember how the script goes just so you know all the best ways to break it. I feel like if the True Ending route is Loop going through the motions so many times that they can't deal with holding their facade together any longer, the sus route is Siffrin waving a big red flag around for help. There's just no way you're going to stumble into sus without preplanning what to do to rack up your points and make Odile aware of how Wish Craft works.

So I think it's interesting how much Siffrin pushes back against Odile trying to figure him out. It's a pattern of behavior that I am well aware of where you're desperately going "HELP ME" but you're not willing to accept it when it's offered to you.

Siffrin spends an entire loop screwing everything up, to a point that's frankly kind of egregious even by Late Stage Timeloopers standards, and then they can't reckon with the consequences of it. I don't think sus event is as intentional of a cry for help for Siffrin as it is the player, mind you. But I do think it's. Very tragic. Yeah of course "it's too late" in the sense that Siffrin's about to talk to Euphie and the whole journey will end, but moreso it's that by the time that Odile can piece together all the information necessary to figure Siffrin out, Siffrin is just far too deeply entrenched in his self hatred and fear of abandonment to be dug out. I think if Odile could somehow figure it out in, like, early ACT 3, or if Isabeau was just a bit more pushy in getting Siffrin to do a feelings talk, maybe they'd actually be able to reach Siffrin a little. But they're always just a little too late, every single time.

I think the fact that you start really getting a bunch of weird points in ACT 3 gives this event a lot of buildup. For potential dozens of loops you'll see Odile brush against the truth of the situation, and then just barely miss. By the time she figures it out, it's too late. Explodes

Expounded upon slightly more in tags bc I don't like typing in post bodies I feel like a fish on land. eek

[ruvviks]

mamma mia (kaida uses xe/any)

[neurotonic]

splurging abt this bc…. idk i want to. as much as i like to play around with potential animosity between prism and solaris, they’re such similar people, and i think deep down the both of them have a strange sort of fondness for the other in the sense that they can see themselves in each other…

as tough as i like to think solaris can be on prism, i think most of that- whether she knows it or not- stems from prism’s compassion and vulnerability. she’s a lover at her core, and solaris can’t imagine being that kind of person without getting hurt, or scathed, or trampled by the world. seeing prism be so whimsical is… unnerving. it’s not safe for her, and she doesn’t understand it.

meanwhile, i think prism is the exact opposite with solaris. she’s seen what happens when she lets her rage consume her… it got her working with zoraxis, inevitably being betrayed, ruining what she spent her life working towards, sending her spiraling into her grief… she can only imagine how angry and tired solaris is. how much the world hurt her. she wants to coax her out of her shell… mellow her out so things don’t become worse than they have to be.

but. you know. it’s hard to wrap their minds around each other’s viewpoints… and it turns into this strange messy friendship that the other is always misconstruing as an attack on their carefully crafted character

foirst of all you're always welcome to splurge in my inbox no matter what. second of all i really . really really like this interpretation of their characters... I've definitely thought about how similar they are in terms of experiences before, it's just how they end up interpreting their experiences and their general outlook in life has them acting very differently from one another... and like you said, even the smallest nudge in the opposite direction their fates would have been closer to the other's. Is Foil the right term for them...??

Which is why I really like the idea of them meeting and trying to work with their differing viewpoints ... Gotta be honest I haven't done much of that recently. sniff...those engineers sure can be a mirror of themselves yayyayy!!

The similarities get to them, I think, because sometimes they don't understand why they still couldn't get along most of the time?? It's a strange experience yet. I feel like they could complement each other's flaws by filling in a new perspective. and I always love that contrast between dynamics. The more they hang around each other I feel like they could appreciate each other's company. Even though they're still steadfast with their viewpoints (another similarity between them, I think it's not easy to make them discard their core beliefs)

Well. Anyways. I think this is social enrichment for them. Not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (we're two sides of the same coin and we both don't know how to feel about that)

[4seasonsofart]