#thoughts while writting

[esthercore]

You know, one of the most unspoken thing about Yan!Sunday, is the fact that the man won't even realize his tendencies. For him, his behavior is normal, perhaps is trauma due his trauma or they way he was raised up, but control is something he expects, in every aspect of life.

Also as a boyfriend he will be toxic af, but very unintentionally too, he's super overworked and emotionally unavailable, so he needs you to understand his position and support him, and put up with his bullshit, like having to leave you in middle of a date or not wanting to make your relation public, for his reputation.

And motherfucker, still have the audacity to be shocked when you get jealous of Robin's lover and how much she shows them off while you have to be secret, and give him the ultimatum.

And yet being his arrogant self he lets you break up with him, so sure you will come back, only to see you move on, breaking his heart, and the tiny string holding his sanity intact

<333

I wrote this during 1.6ish? When Penacony was introduced in the end of the livestream anddddd gonna complete my fic on this soon, with a lot more spice.

[dunmeshistash]

Something that completely flew over my head (I am not very observant), I was rereading chapter 87: Winged Lion II to re-check some things about dungeons and I just now realized the ancient humans weren't from the current races we know.

They seem to have characteristics from several of the human races together, and some of them even seem to have fur (like demi-humans?)

It's even implied that the lifespan differences and physical differences (the two asking for muscles and using magic in the background) were due to the Demon granting wishes

I did notice this part but I didn't realize this was probably part of the source of the race differences rather than the races already being different and wishing for different things.

So at some point the human races might have been even more closely related, before a powerful being influenced their evolution.

[my-fancy-hat]

The process of creating is the active, constant question of the self, to question the extent of my capacities to convey a message worth of people's respect and admiration. To me, Look Back is a tale of self-reafirmation for Tatsuki Fujimoto. I'm aware it came out in the gap between part 1 and part 2 of the author's best seller, Chainsaw man, which makes this oneshot such an intimate soul-shaking story after what may be the pinnacle of his career. This made me question, why would he write this kind of story after CSM (and Fire Punch) anyways?

Through Fujino and Kyomoto's journey (which funnily, their names convined are Fuji-moto) we are put in the shoes of the stirring yet self-doubting mind of the creator: "why do you draw manga? why do you create?" is the question the protagonist has to find the answer for. Fujino navigate her life for her passion and pride as a talented story-teller artist, while Kyomoto does so for her love for art itself in a more reserved and personal way. Combined, I think they are the rope that pushes Fujimoto back and forth in his mind, the fear of the creator to tell a story worth of people's respect (Fujino) while being faithful to oneself (Kyomoto). Fujimoto knows there always will be an expectation, a mark above his head everytime someone is aware a new story has his signature, so it's understandable for anxiety to take the worst of you, the fear to be openly judged by the masses. So why do you even bother to get through that unpleasant thing? will I ever surpass what I made in my past projects? why do I keep creating? is this all I will ever be? the entire process is tiresome, boring, a never-ending task, I enjoy art better as a consumer anyways, so why?

If there's only one person who my art made their day better, made them smile or excited for what is coming next, then it was worth every single second I spend working on it.

It's a reafirmation to keep going. That I was born to live into this world for this sake, and I'm worthy to connect and receive this love. This is my place.

I deeply respect you for it, Tatsuki Fujimoto.

[snackssaviour]

(Bonnie had been cooking ever since they woke up not so bright and very early in the morning. More specifically, before sunrise. They were tired, to say the least, but they needed to keep cooking, to keep preparing snacks. It was the only thing they could really do to help.)

(They weren’t doing great. Teaspoons and table spoons were mixed up, salt instead of sugar, not letting the dough sit. Bonnie just kept messing up. At this rate, they wouldn’t have enough snacks to make it through the house. And it would be all their fault for making these dumb mistakes. Stupid, stupid, stupid.)

(Bonnie rubbed their eyes with flour covered fists, a yawn escaping them. They really didn’t want to take a nap and waste precious cooking time, but maybe just sitting down for a few minutes might help.)

(They washed their small hands, leaving out the ingredients. There wasn’t any point in putting them away yet. They were just going to take a small break, then get right back to cooking.)

(Bonnie sunk into one of the chairs inside the clock tower, yawning once more. Their eyelids felt heavy, and they aloud themselves to close them. Resting their eyes was fine. They were starting to burn whenever they had them open.)

(The original planned few minute eye break was extended. The kid was completely out. Mouth wide open, arms sprawled out across the chair, Bonnie finally slept.)

(Even if it was just a short nap only an hour long, it was needed. The combination of stress and early awakening was draining, especially for a grown kid.) 

(Bonnie needed to remember that.)

(They are just a kid.) 

(They didn’t need to be exactly like Nille.) 

(They already are doing enough.)

(They are useful.)

(They are not a burden.)

[neutrallyobsessed]

oh nooo. oh noooooooo did they give topher a fuck ton of friends so they can push the very erroneous idea that confucius is the friendless loser joan should date??

cause thats pretty terrible ToT

like i dont exactly hate the bleacher creatures, either the characters or as a concept, i even think its a pretty good tactic for topher to win joan's heart but ive always had that something's wrong, i can feel it bothering me in the back of my head an i couldnt figure out why until possibly now

cause like obviously it wasnt a flirting tactic, we all know that by now, and its also pretty obvious that NO ONE in the writting team gave topher friends out of the goodness of their hearts, nor because they like topher and want him to be happy and have peers to hang out with/be the leader of a group or whatever then WHYYYY WHY COULD THEY DO THAT THEN and well if topher has friends despite his social status and confucius ""doesn't"" then its confucius the one who's the loner loser, but you and i and anyone who watched the show know that aint the case :////

confucius is, objectivelly speaking, NOT a friendless loser. sure confucius doesnt see that/care about that cause its not the numbers on his social media but he does have friends, is relatively popular, at least he's well liked or people dont really hate him (unlike you know who) just because HE has an incorrect view of his social standing and doesnt value it as he should, doesnt mean he's correct about it. and he's not correct about it. damN

[crying-devil]

ok why tf nobody is talking about the fact that "renegade" by aaryan shah is basically mc and Jake!!!

like damn that songggggg 😩😩😩😩!! I NEED THAT SONG IN MY VEINS!

"Keep your hands right there"

"Keep your eyes on mine" Cause you don't know me, you just know my name"

"Ohh, should've listened to them"

Ohh, don't you know what I am?"

Do I need to further explain what I imagine while playing this song non stop👀👀 ( the image of a dark and manipulative jake while the spicy stuff)

[idril-la-wiccan]

do you have any headcanons for Pointy Head Ghosts, Pac-wrolder hybrids or PAC-Walkers (which are PMATGA Wolfwalkers parodies)

Oh ! I didn't expect to get a PMATGA related ask. It's been a while since I posted anything related to that show.

Anyway, to answer your question : no, I didn't have any headcanons related to the Pointy Heads. Or at least, not about how their ghosts could look like or potential hybrids between Pointies and Pacworlders.

I don't think I really cared enough about the Pointy Heads to imagine anything about them... Except for one thing, which was itself based on the fact they are (or may be) inspired by one of the alien types in Space Invaders.

And, yeah. When looking at the bottom right ones, I can see how they could be based on these if it is the case.

So, by that logic, I once wondered "what about the other two alien species we see in that game ? What would they look like ?" Cue the following concept I made when I was in high school :

I think you can see what I was going for. I hadn't named them back then, but I believe "Flat Heads" and "Square Heads" should be appropriate.

I think a vaguely remember imagining they would be different species from the Pointies but, while not from the same planet, they all come from the same solar system. Hence similarities in their biology but different morphologies.

As for the wolfwalker thing, I didn't see the movie or the folk tales that inspired it so I can't really speak on it, but the idea is neat.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

genuinely the green knight (2021) is morgan le fay sending her gay son on a heuristic experience of Let's Get (Beheadings) This Quest

[toxictac]

A bit of a quick drawing, not much to say just wanted to draw a croptop lol

[esthercore]

I believe neither Sunday nor Aventurine has 'friends', they might have acquittances but they can't fathom the idea of anyone liking them enough to be a 'friend', heck they probably struggle to feel human as the dive deeper in the abyss of loneliness

[divinesorciere]

@viikingwitch | continued from here.

              That's a thought Davina's been avoiding. Their loved ones, while the list is relatively small for them both ( as well as she knows ), do have a few overlaps. It's what she has always hated about fighting Mikaelsons. Until she broke that damned sireline, the lives of most of the people she loved were connected to that of her enemy.

              Even after it was broken, she was presented with a new problem. Kol's plans for Klaus had never once been to put him down permanently, not like how Davina always wanted to. For better or worse, no matter how much he used him and abandoned him when he was done, Klaus was Kol's brother, and he did love him. Even Marcel loved him. They all did, and she never understood why.

              She faces a similar dilemma, even now. What if she had wanted another fight? One to end things once and for all? With such a close circle of loved ones, lines would have to be drawn in the sand, and she was only truly confident about one person being on her side.

              And she never, ever wanted to force them to face Freya. As much as Davina isn't afraid ( will never admit to being afraid ) of them anymore, a part of her holds a healthy wariness around them all. They are old and powerful and cruel in a way that she probably isn't hopes she isn't.

              If she has to put down old grudges to keep herself, and her people safe, she will. From the surety with which Freya declared herself a protector, she would have to.

              There is still one thing that bothers her. “I don't get you. Why are you so willing to throw away your life, and everyone else's, to protect them?” Even still, there's a more personal question at the forefront of her mind, and has been for a while. “Are you gonna give up your magic to be a vampire and protect them for the rest of your life?”

[inseparableduo]

WAH PLEASE DON'T HURT ME HERE HERE 💍💍💍 (I'm actively holding Drew and Noble together like Now Kiss)

Meme || Selective!

Andrew had been thinking about this for a while now. Noble desereved something great. something romantic. He may not have pictured his wedding day much but he had put a lot of thought into his purpousal. It was his one chance to catch his partner off guard and plan something romantic.

His twin was more then happy to help him pick out his ring. After all they both aggred that Noble desserved nothing but, the best. Not only that but, he deserved something that would only highlight his beauty. A nice cool silver for the band to help stand out and sompliment his complection. A clear blue to highlight his eyes. It was perfect. If it wasn't for his twin assuring him it was perfect he proubally would have taken longer to pick out a ring. Finding a new flaw in any he would have picked out. His nerves seeing any possible imperfection that could ever exist. A form of stalling his sister stopped him from.

After all he knew that he loved Noble. Ever single part of not ony him but, his alters too. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. He wanted to take care of them. He knew that so, what was he even waiting for? Really, she knew all the ways to cheer him up and encourgam him. Not ever letting him entrain the possiblity that they might say no.

He didn't have every little detail planned out but, he knew that he wanted to plan a romantic trip first. They had been planning to visit France for a while now and the entire time the box felt like a brick. Even when he had it statshed away in his suitcase. Anytime Noble grabbed something out of it for him his chest felt tight. What if he found it by accident? It didn't seem like he did and he thought about having it on him at all time but, what if it fell out of his pocket? What if he lost it?

With those anxieties in mind he carried the box with him very little. Doing his best to keep it hidden in his things but, some of his anxieties had started to show. Luckily, he could blame a lot of it on introducing Noble to his family. This was his first time intoducing anyone to his entire family. It could be tricky to get his sisters all together. Not only that but, they could be a bit overwhelming in their affection. He's been victim to it mulitple times.

They met his brother first who saw right through him immediately. Pulling him aside a little after dinner to ask what was wrong only to give him his own encouragment. Word spread fast between his sisters all giving knowing looks and cooing over Noble and saying how they were the perfect couple.

After their tour of seeing family was over and they had time to themselves again he finally gained the courage to pop the question so to speak. He picked a nicer restruant in the countryside and had planned to wait till after dinner to ask. Maybe he would take him out on a walk first? He put a hand in his pocket.

Tracing a small circle ontop of the box with his thumb as he thought it over only to be broken out of his thoughts by Noble. He didn't think much of it at first. Excepting him to ask for some help ordeing only for him to get down on one knee and pull out his own box.

He did his best to hold off his laughter before it was taken the wrong way. Only for him to be smiling so hard his cheecks hurt as he got down on one knee and pulled out his own box.

"It looks like we had the same idea tonight." He said, before pulling him into a kiss.

@tenfaceandthree

[satorurize]

Just some Gojo headcanons based on this post on @discogirlsclub page, and cause I miss him </3

part 2.

Gojo Satoru is the living, breathing example of fuck boy appearance with a loverboy personality.

Loverboy!Satoru tells you about how he gets around with his ever cocky smirk but feels his knees buck everytime you look into his eyes with a little more love in them

Loverboy!Satoru who swears he's not corny but then sneakily comes behind your back to cover your eyes and ask "guess who?"

Loverboy!Satoru who loses his "I don't give a fuck" attitude the minute you're not giving him the attention he wants and he's groveling and having his hand onto your waist all. the. time.

Loverboy!Satoru who stands by how good he's at flirting but yaps your ears off like a loser in front of you, all his skills in casual flirting going down the drain.

Loverboy!Satoru who gets pouty and dramatic like an idiot after you don't respond to his texts immediately, already yearning. (very unfortunate for the curses though who'll be the victims of his glum, dampened mood.)

Loverboy!Satoru who is the grossest, nastiest, freakiest person when he's in love but a literal pile of mush at the same time.

Loverboy!Satoru who sends a video of himself cumming at your service, as soon as you ask for it and he fists his cock while your name leaves his lips like a writ in a string of whimpers.

Loverboy!Satoru who'll eat your pussy until you're pushing him away with his cloudy white locks fisted in your hand, teary eyed and quivering thighs and he'll just look at you with a stupid pussy drunk grin on his face and pull away with a soft kiss on your clit and with a husky, "You're so sweet baby.."

Loverboy!Satoru who gives you the best aftercare, from gathering your hair up gently and putting them in a claw clip to picking you up princess style to settle you in the tub, pulling you against his chest as the warmth of the bath surrounds you both

Loverboy!Satoruwho settles on being the little spoon after the bath or buries his face into your tits after being the strongest all day.

No thoughts..just Loverboy Gojo Satoru..

[tamaytsuki]

I drew this some time ago and while looking through my drafts i thought: "hey, i should post this!". So here it is, Klance as Roommates (because this is a completely original idea that no one has ever done before).

Anyway, i could draw more of this AU, idk. I thought about turning this into a fic, but my writting is shit and my english is mediocre, so maybe not. *shrugs*

[azlrse]

➳ 10 years later (a sol brugmansia x gn!spouse!reader drabble)

cw: yandere themes, mentions of murder & injuries (in the past), themes of obsession and possessiveness, mc and sol had a kid together (consensually & can be depicted as biological/adopted), ooc!sol (writing him for the first time), domestic au, overall fluff w/ a bit of angst

a/n: there's only a few fics of sol from tkatb vn and im a bit disappointed ngl so imma contribute (and planning on writting for tkatb hehe). but pls note that this game is for adults (18+) only and respect the creator's wishes in terms of playing the game (minors stay away plss)

"papa.." a small voice snapped the thoughts of sol as he stared into the painting he created a decade ago; a painting whom he considered as a masterpiece, a memorabilia and serves as a core memory of his entire life. sol's head turned downward and saw his own daughter raising her hands indicating that she wants to get some upsies. (e/c) colored eyes stared at his reddish ones, now soften as he picks up the little girl from the ground. "yes, munchkin?" sol replied to hazel, her little fingers pointing at the figure next to her father.

his head turned to see what, or whom rather, his little girl is pointing towards. "who's the person next to you?" he stared your portrait next to him, dressed in an all white attire while holding a bouquet of forget-me-nots and a brugmansia flower is seen on the top of your head as a gleaming smile is shown on the portrait.

the same portrait he painted all those years ago.

he looks at hazel, an awestruck smile is seen on his face. "that's your mama/dada. they're looking majestic and radiant, aren't they?" the little girl nodded in return, jumping within his arms as if to express on what her father is saying is true all along. "mama/dada is indeed radiant! like a shooting star passing through the sky!" sol let out a soft chuckle at his daughter's answer.

that remind of sol about someone, where are you anyway?

just as he is about to ask hazel on where you are, the door opened revealing his precious spouse, carrying loads of paper bags from the trip to the grocery store. hazel quickly jumped off from her father and quickly clinged into your leg. "mama/dada, you're home!!" she squeaked and giggled as you continuously walked into the kitchen whole carrying what you've bought an hour ago. "hazel, watch it or you might hit your head on the ground." you said out of concern, placing the bags on the counter quickly and carried your daughter into your arm, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"no kisses for me?" sol teasingly asked while giving you a pouty face. "of course, you deserve one too, dear." putting down hazel on the ground, you quickly leaned in and kissed him on the lips and felt a pair of hands on your waist, pulling you closer towards his black tank top. hazel let's out a gag, trying to separate the both of you from your declaration of love from one another. "that's disgusting!" hazel exclaimed, pulling her father off of you. "I want more kisses mama/dada!!" you laughed from the commotion that took place in front of you.

"one day, you'll be just like this with someone you truly love, zel." you spoke, still clinging into your husband's arm. "don't wanna, that's disgusting." hazel replied, pouting as her arms crossed in between her chest. her father shrugged and proceeded to place a kiss on your cheek. "who knows," sol said, staring directly at you. "you may find someone whom you considered as a soulmate, like your mama/dada here."

your eyes widen a bit from being flustered, slapping his arm lightly. "oh hush you, you never failed to make me like this even after 10 years of marriage." a laugh emitted from the both of you as hazel continuously pouted from her parents answer. the sound of laughter faded away from his ears and only what's left is the sound of ringing. from the inner depths of sol's mind, he will never forget how far he can go for him to obtain this domestic life.

all the bloodshed..

his possessiveness..

the smell of iron and the familiar grip of a sharp object..

obsession and greed to keep (m/c) all to himself..

and all thanks to that, he obtained the family he always wanted, a family that is far more different than his. no abuse, no bruises or harm is present within his little family. just you, his precious pumpkin and his little munchkin.

he hopes that you'll never know the truth on what happened to crowe. who knows? maybe he went on another country to pursue his master's or doctorate? or perhaps also having a family of his own and awaiting for his message to meet his children.

or is it??

final a/n: named the daughter 'hazel' since it's associated with autumn and pumpkins (the endearment sol referring to the player), couldn't picked a better name i apologize :'>>

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[communistkenobi]

I was looking for a book recently on an online storefront and was recommended a book written by a physicist about the history of humanity. this was a popular press book that was not intended to be read by other academics, but it reminded me of this niche genre of books, with experts from the physical sciences writing about human behaviour or history or what have you. Could you imagine coming across the inverse? A popular press book that purported to explain physics written by a historian?

There is some deep imbalance in how public perceptions of “general intelligence” seem to work - those in STEM are generally recognised for their competence, expertise, and intellectual acumen, and this recognition can be generalised, that at some level a demonstration of your expertise of eg astrophysics is a demonstration of your abilities of investigation writ large, that you have figured out some central underlying element of science that allows for basically limitless intellectual extension to any field or subject. A physicist can write a book about human history and be taken seriously by the general public on the assumption that physics is more difficult to understand than history, so any lower domain of investigation is open to them. The reverse is often not extended to a lot of the social sciences, particularly the theoretically-heavy social sciences; theory is just making bullshit up at the end of the day, it has no real practical application because any questions about the philosophy of thought or knowledge - how did we come to know what we know and under what conditions do we know these things - is just the indulgent wankery of people who can’t find a real job.

And of course it would be silly to insist that because you have read Hegel, an infamously difficult thinker, you know how to interpret the lab print-outs of electrochemists - I don’t want this goofy concept of general intelligence to be applied everywhere, I want it to go away entirely, but its current uneven applications across scientific fields indicates a broader problem with public conceptions of expertise and knowledge.

This probably has something to do with anti-communism on some level - social science is not generally regarded as “real science” (in no small part because social science is often the field of bureaucrats, and while animosity towards bureaucrats is deeply sympathetic, I suspect the reasons for this animosity are not themselves scientifically grounded), that while there is a public understanding of “objective facts” that exist prior and external to human interpretation, the politics of knowledge are hegemonically oriented around liberalism, to such an extent that any critique of the assumptions of knowledge are viewed as a dogmatic denial of reality done for the purposes of political infiltration and brainwashing. And I don’t feel totally unqualified to say this, given that this is basically the de facto response from students encountering Marxism for the first time in university. “Marx is too dogmatic” may as well be inscribed above the doors to lecture halls. Hell, Jordan Peterson made a nice little public career for himself railing against “post-modern neo-Marxism,” a phrase so nonsensical that the fact he was not immediately and permanently laughed out of the public arena for saying it is an indictment of how politically illiterate we are as a society!

And the infuriating thing is that a lot of social science scholarship (not just from the US but especially from the US) is complete horseshit, just pure evil garbage motivated solely by a desire to justify the fact that we do really need to keep killing tens of thousands of people a year to keep this whole party going. Every sociologist who calls themselves a “methodological individualist” is contributing to the long-standing tradition of eugenics scholarship but is too craven and vain to admit to this. If you had to describe the sum-total of the social scientific scholarly output of the west in a word, it would be ‘mysticism.’ Because it is the case that anti-colonial, anti-imperial, and anti-capitalist investigations of the political-economic conditions of the world have produced social scientific knowledge on par with the discovery of the atom, but it is not treated as such. “It is right to rebel” is not just a moral claim about violence but a scientific summary of human history.

But I think it is precisely this reactionary state of affairs that makes people devalue the social sciences as an actual site of legitimate investigation, that understanding the historical trajectory of ideas or the political conditions of life are valuable pursuits for any just society. Because social science deals with the social world, the political conditions under which the social world is investigated and understood are themselves bound up in questions of political and economic power. But this equally extends to the physical sciences - I know at least in environmental sciences, there is an ever-growing reckoning with climate change as an imminent threat to all life on earth, and environmental scientists cannot avoid talking about the political conditions of our planet even if all they want to do is study a river. Genocide is measurable in soil samples taken in the American continent. The separation of the environmental from the social is itself a historically contingent arrangement of knowledge.

But this is infuriating to even complain about because I don’t want to sound like an entitled academic or ego-bruised professional. I have no desire to start a faculty war with the STEM fields. I feel secure in my own expertise. I do not want anyone to “recognise my greatness” I am just profoundly lonely in this whole affair. and it just so happens that we exist in terribly anti-intellectual conditions for the most cruel and ugly reasons possible, and so we (me, I) have to suffer seeing books on sale claiming to give a general account of human history written by a physicist