#unhinged ramblings of a madman

[componentcables]

Alright, wake up Honey. Time for my 10pm Rant about Splatoon Side Order Theory

Thank you for coming to my Impromptu TED Talk.

I want to see Side Order live up to Octo Expansion. O.E did some amazing things with the story and lore of Pearl & Marina and it would be a crying shame for them to shoot themselves in their foot by making Marina the main villain or god forbid force her into the role with Mind Control or bringing back an older already used vilian like Tartar or something. Marina is shown to be incredibly smart, especially with technology, so it would be hard to believe that she was used by someone else. And I'd hate to see any form of Hypnosis being used.. Since it just robs her character of importance and just makes her a 'reward' sort of like Callie from splatoon 2s story mode.

Side Note: For Splat2s base storymode, It would have been interesting to hear the two parts of the squid sisters have some sort of dialogue in that story. It's obvious that Marie cares about Callie to go to these lengths, but outside of some sparse moments in a handful of levels, we never see it in game outside of the final fight. It would have been interesting to have Callie be a much more present threat to the player in maybe the boss battles or something. It would've been really cool to maybe have her talking to Agent 4 throughout the final few levels to intimidate them and Marie would have some sort of reaction to it.

Honestly would hurt to see Marina be relegated to a 'damsel in distress' when it comes to Side Order. She deserves the agency and there's CLEARLY some theme going on with Marina in the tower itself. With the various imagery of Memcakes (the collectable from OE) being either made or packaged to go somewhere, and the fact that there's various bits of memories from Marina like the baby mobile, Children's toys like Wooden blocks, and specifically pink pianos being held in stasis or again, being transported somewhere.

Personally, I don't want there to be any big villain or world ending threat.

Here comes the big theory:I think it would be more interesting for the plot-point of her(Marina) choosing to stay in the Spire due to Sunk Coat Fallacy.

To me, it fits character more to be wrapped up in her managing and repairing the Spire to where she might as well be trapped in an endless flow of Micromanaging the well oiled machine she made. Rather than her being Trapped at the top of the place she might as well have built with her own two hands. Genuinely I think it would be an amazing idea for the main conflict being Pearl, Agent 8 and Acht be the ones to physically go over to Marina sort of like an Intervention. At least Pearl would understand that Marina didn't mean to hurt anybody, but their main concern would be her own physical and mental health since she's.. More or less walled off everything that isn't her work for the sake of keeping things running smoothly if at all. It would be hard to justify abandoning a project that you either put years of planning into(like the few years between splat 2 ending and… We'll, now) or something that Just ballooned so much in scope that it literally needs the constant maintenance and checkups for it to not collapse on itself.

She's probably spent a shit load of time and resources on something she clearly cares about for one reason or another (hopefully to help others). To actually guess as to what exactly the Spire does would be foolish since its less than a week away.

We even see the spire itself show signs of damage in that new trailer so there's probable chance that something unintended is happening if that wasn't obvious from how… Literally everything around it is dead and bleached sand and coral.

My reasoning is that Marina had some… Genuine concerns about the world falling into chaos in splat 2. She felt rightfully scared that she'd never see Pearl again if there wasn't some sort of order with the world. So thats my best guess.

But I know this.. Well, won't happen due to how the main Side Order Trailer starts with the player character of Splat 3 falling asleep On a train. And the fact that the description of the DLC describes it as a 'What If' scenario if Order one the Final Fest. So I'm fully expecting things to be as non-cannon as can be if I'm lucky.

Side Topic Act II:I don't want the reward to be another playable species.. Since the main draw of Octo expansion Was the octolings, a feature people wanted since the beginning.. It would Really suck for there to be something like 'Salmon-lings' since the Salmon in game have a… Shit ton of lore dedicated to then as an entirely different society with unique well, everything. So to go back on that design for a basic looking humanoid salmon.. Thing, would again.. Be shooting themselves in the foot. I think the big reward other than Inkopolis Square, would be the various weapon skins. It looks like every main weapon in the game, or at least slot of them, have some sort of Prototype version that's used in the Spire simulations. And I'd imagine that beating the Spire with that weapon, unlocks that skin for multi-player use. Not as a separate weapon, but as a literal togglable thing for the weapon you already have. It would be that extra bit of motivation to play with the weapon you enjoy to get a unique variant of it or something. That, and the option to tint your fingers and tentacles. Since Color is another big theme with Side Order. And it's another thing people have been wanting since the 2nd game.

[misteria247]

Saw a clip of 12 Donnie brutally murdering a plant mutant because it had his baby brother like straight up he just strolls on up in his truck and steps out looking cool as fuck and in the most menacing tone yells:

"Get away from him."

Before he brutally drowns this plant mutant in retromutagen weed killer. Zero hesitation, he saw his baby brother in danger and went:

"Hahahahaha hope you're prepared to meet your maker you plant based asshat. 😀"

And honestly I live for it give me more feral Donnie going absolutely foaming at the mouth feral for his brothers please I'm begging you we've got a shit ton of Leo, Raph and Mikey I need more of Donnie please and thank you-

[phoenixkaptain]

My favourite part of the Kekkai Sensen manga specifically is that every issue begins with “The secret society Libra fights in the darkness to preserve balance in the world. This is the story of the battles and everyday lives of members of this society.”

And it explains everything you need to know. The manga doesn’t have an overarching plot because it isn’t focused on a plot, it’s focused solely on the characters. The characters’ interactions, the way they respond and react to each other, the way they help or hinder in situations, other characters’ responses to the interactions of others -

Kekkai Sensen, Blood Blockade Battlefront, is a slice-of-life manga. I love that.

[allfillernothriller]

Welcome to Unhinged Hours, a series of posts that will be tagged as such in which I will overshare my cringiest and most awkward thoughts because I've no self-control over my need to vent. And who knows. Might help someone else.

Don't mind the dubious syntax and weird grammar.

[cw brief mention of abuse]

When I was 17-19, I was mortified to discover I was attracted to (much) older people. During my early twenties, the majority of my crushes were in their thirties. I knew the age gap was too big and I was too young, so I did nothing about them and naively thought this was something that would fix itself with time. I thought "at least I know I find people in their thirties attractive so I just have to wait to reach mine and date people my age then" (lmao good one past me). Well. As I'm inching ever closer to said thirties, it's more and more evident that the issue clearly did NOT fix itself, those old crushes are nearing their forties and I haven't stopped carrying them in my heart. They're attractive in new ways. When I look at pics from back when I first developed a crush, I find that my current 27yo self isn't physically attracted to their 32yo self I was originally attracted to anymore. And I know for a fact that 21yo me wouldn't have found 38yo [redacted] hot. But current me is still attracted to current them (38yo [redacted] is indeed very hot). And you might wonder what's the issue here, so lemme tell you. I've been frequenting online feminist spaces for a decade. I've read countless accounts of teenage girls and young women who were manipulated and abused by older partners. I've read an inordinate amount of warnings, the gist of all of them being “don't date older folks during your formative years, don't believe them when they call you 'mature for your age'”. And let me be crystal clear — I still think it's relevant and infinitely important to relay those accounts and protect girls and young women, and help them spot red flags and predatory patterns. It absolutely is, I am not blaming feminism for my existential struggles. I am simply giving you context. The thing is, I've internalised this as “don't ever pursue older folks, period” (which is a completely different thing, I knew that then and still know it now but couldn't help it) and as a result I've been lugging around self-inflicted guilt and shame for years (and don't I love the internalised biphobia that adds to it when the person happens to be a man /s). And these crushes I've been telling you about? They're one-sided! They've never expressed any interest, so that's always been a safe situation for me, but did that prevent any self-loathing from taking root in my brain? Course it didn't! I can't seem to shake the feeling that there's something wrong with me and I've grown tired of this. Scolding myself over human emotions is getting fucking old.

That brings me to today's crisis — at which point in one's life does it get easier to accept? How old is old enough to stop caring about the age gap? When will I stop blaming myself? How do I drop the guilt?

Because if it was "just" the fact that I'm still swooning over the same people (who are now soon-to-be 40), that would be too easy, wouldn't it? But nooo I just had to go and get a new crush on someone who's already in their forties. Where does this end, please?

(You might've noticed that the overuse of the word 'crush' and choosing to focus on the physical aspect of attraction here is a poor attempt at a euphemism. I mean some of them are simple crushes, as for the others... past a certain point, still calling them crushes is just denial on my part. I'm basically fooling myself.)

“This is a crisis. A large crisis. In fact, if you've got a moment, it's a twelve-storey crisis with a magnificent entrance hall, carpeting throughout, 24-hour porterage and an enormous sign on the roof saying 'this is a Large Crisis'.” (Blackadder Goes Forth, ep. 6)

[iamhonmoony]

get gabrieled

I'm in disbelief

[coolmayordamien]

A little Darkstache songfic for @willywarfy

Song is The Midnight Crew, Eddie Morton

"Dar-dar-Darkiplier," a monotonous, glitchy voice stammered tonelessly, breaking right through the entity's concentration. Dark scowled down at the paperwork that he had finally had a second to take a stab at, took a deep breath, and then trained the scowl on the android that was loitering in the doorway to his office.

"Wilford is ha-hav-having a malfunction," Google informed him, seeming completely unconcerned. "He is in the stud-d-dy, screaming and waving a gun-"

"Is anyone else in there with him?" Dark interrupted, hurriedly organizing the papers before him as he spoke. While screaming and waving guns around were honestly pretty typical behaviors for the man with the pink mustache, if Google said that the man was having a "malfunction", that could really only mean one thing.

"No one else was with him at the time," the android answered promptly, and Dark was relieved to know that Wil probably hadn't had much of an opportunity to hurt anyone in the midst of his crisis.

"I'm going up there. Don't let anyone else near that room until I say otherwise, do you understand?"

"I un-understand," Google nodded, his suspicious gaze following the grayscale man all the while. He wondered what Dark did to stop these attacks. It was probably something so horrifically violent that the android shuddered just thinking about it.

--

Dark heard Wilford before he saw the man, heard the bangs and crashes as it sounded like the madman was going out of his way to destroy the room that contained him. Heard the agonized cries, heard him scream in fear and anger and confusion as he tried to remember things that he wasn't supposed to remember, as he called out for friends that he would never see again, and for help that would never come.

Dark was going to have to do, instead.

He cautiously opened the door, observing the damage that had already been dealt. Discarded papers drifted through the air, gently fluttering down to land on a floor that was littered with shredded books and broken glass. It seemed that Wilford had shot out at least one window in his panic, and gotten almost all of the lamps.

Wilford, who had backed himself into the corner furthest from the door at Dark's arrival (the most secure position in the room, of course) and who was watching the entity with a sharp, unhinged gaze. His hands were shaking as he pointed a gun at his friend, his breathing rapid, his voice high as he rambled.

"Wh-who…Damien?" the hopeful note in his voice would have pierced right through Dark's heart, if he'd had one. It confirmed his suspicions about what kind of breakdown they were having here, though, and while it was one of Wilford's more emotional kinds, it was also the easiest to deal with.

"No, no, no, you're not Damien," the Colonel corrected himself, his grip on the gun tightening. "He doesn't look like…he's not…what are you?! What sort of awful place is this? First the robot, now a prime example of homo necrosis! I assure you, sir, that I am well up for the privilege of putting down a walking bag of bones such as yourself!"

The wild glint in his eyes became even sharper and more disturbing as his voice lowered with the intensity of his emotions.

Dark sighed lightly, hating what he was about to have to do. Wilford had better really appreciate him for this later.

He turned his back on the gun-toting lunatic as if he were completely unphased by him, humming under his breath as he began to unbutton his suit coat, hanging it primly over the back of the most intact chair.

"What the hell are you doing?" William cried, enraged. "Keep your damn clothes on, you fool! Tell me where my friends are! Tell me what you've done to them!"

Ignoring the questions completely, Dark said loudly, "I hate a moral coward."

The silence that followed his declaration was tense with shock and confusion, and that was enough to encourage the entity to continue, spinning on his heel as he offered his old friend a big, vaudeville smile.

"One who lacks a manly spark," the entity continued, pantomiming a challenge to fisticuffs as he loudly tapped a heel against the wooden floor.

"Are you out of your mind?" Wil demanded, lowering his gun. Dark ignored the irony of that question, an act that he decided was so damn altruistic that he probably deserved a medal.

"I just detest a man afraid to go home in the dark," he said cheerfully, trying to work up a bit of a song as he slowly made his way closer to his unstable companion.

"Well…I mean, don't we all?" the gunman agreed, unaware of the fact that he was holstering his weapon as he spoke.

"I always spend my evenings where there's women, wine, and song!" Dark sang happily, inching ever closer amidst his wide, friendly gestures. He was beyond pleased to see a flash of recognition in Wilford's suspicious eyes at the familiar old tune.

"But like a man…" Wil trailed off, confusion overtaking the fear and anger that had fueled him only moments before.

Delighted, Dark threw caution to the wind, gently tossing a friendly arm around his old pal's shoulders. "But like a man, I always bring my little wife along!"

The Colonel laughed; a lovely, hearty sound as he swooped Dark into a hug, the force of which threatened to crack the entity's spine like a twig. It was a nice feeling, that hug, but it wasn't a Wilford hug.

"Damy, you silly blighter, why didn't you just tell me that it was you in the first place?" William chortled, waving a condescending finger as he lectured, "I could have shot you!"

Before Dark could respond, Wil had him in his arms again, orchestrating the pair of them both in a silly, friendly, affectionate dance that didn't fit the tune or theme of that song at all, and it never had, and it didn't matter how many times Damien had complained about the awkwardness of trying to slow dance to a vaudeville tune, it had never mattered one whit to his fun-loving friend. This sort of thing was madness, after all.

"I'm a member of the midnight crew!" William laughed, spinning Dark quickly as the entity struggled to follow along.

"I'm a night owl-"

"And a wise bird too!"

Together they sang, breathless with laughter and dancing, "Home with the milk in the morning, singing the same old song!"

Chuckling, they collapsed into each other, holding on tightly as William tripped over the mess that he had caused, dragging the pair of them down into a giggling, teary-eyed pile. The hysteria bubbled up inside of them both, dragging the moment out so long that it exhausted Wil. Dark knew the exact moment that the emotions reached a crescendo in his friend, felt the difference in the grip the mustached man had on the entity's middle, heard the difference in the way that the two sides of his friend breathed, and knew that he had done his job.

"Dark?" Wilford asked softly, breathless with laughter from a joke that he didn't even remember being a part of. "What are we doing here? Isn't it…isn't it late? I thought that you were doing paperwork. And I was supposed to…to go to bed, right?"

That was exactly the case, and Dark finally let himself wonder what exactly had occurred during that process to set Wilford off. It didn't really matter right now, though. After he finally got his old friend to bed, he'd go over every inch of this room to see if anything in there could have possibly triggered Wil's memory.

"Nah," he said casually, forcing himself to his feet. "Early to bed and you'll miss all the fun!"

Eyebrows furrowed as he allowed the entity to help him to his feet, Wilford asked, "Is that from a song or something? It sounds a little familiar, but I'm not sure…"

Dark forced himself to laugh a little, reaching for his suit coat once again. "Just something that an old friend and I used to say. Come on. Let's get you something sweet, and then it's off to bed, I think."

Dark loved Wilford, he really did. Wouldn't trade him for the world. But it had been nice to spend a little time with his old friend.

[applepies-and-starlight]

Was Ishmael always your favorite from day one, or did Canto 5 swing things in her direction?

So, she wasn't like, my favorite favorite day 1, but I did have a higher opinion of her compared to the rest of the cast (barring Ryoshu and Sinclair as food name oomf was making propaganda about them like a madman), her initial demeanor also gained her extra points because I generally gravitate towards characters that Actually Respect The MC/PC i won't say no to unhinged characters can we at least pretend to be civil during work hours and not treat me like a dog? It makes me sad :(

And then Canto V dropped.

Normally, this wouldn't be. That Big of a deal, if it was in literally any other position I'd just go "oh cool, so that's what happened" and moved on.

Problem: there was probably at least 20 different sleeper agents in my brain. And all of them involved Azur Lane

(Context for confused LCB moots: Azur Lane is Arknights' weirder, hornier cousin set somewhere in a WW2-adjacent period where all of your units are warships given human form known as Shipgirls (official term: KAN-SEN) and you fight against a robotic menace known as the Sirens)

(Editing Apple: putting this under cut because... oh lird. It's long.)

I had this like, entire ramble I wanted to go off on but at some point I didn't know where to take it lmao, but the basic idea is the following:

I got into Azur Lane last year because of spite and (eldritch-ish) pirates (Hello Royal Fortune!)

Got dragged into lore rabbit hole

Got convinced to read eldritch apocalypse fanfiction of Azur Lane (Whispers of Saturn)

Loved the fanfic a lot, started making Pirate shipgirl ocs based off the fic's concept (eldritch creachurr)

First iteration of Whaleship Essex created; whale-like mermaid-siren figure who has albinism and is a little Too trigger happy with whale murder

Made her look like Ishmael LCB because haha funny reference

Devs went fuckshit crazy with the anniversary event; Marco Polo was raining the wrath of God (who, to the surprise of absolutely nobody, was a false god), the god in question was fucking up the world with a weird white membrane (which, now that I think about it, kinda acted like pallidification), the french were getting back together, everything is great

I try to add the false god(s) into the lore timeline of my Azur Lane shit, cue updates happening to Whaleship Essex where she's the only survivor of her group and knows that someone else also survived but blames them for not being able to Do Something about it

New Pirate event happens

Devs stole 2 of my OCs and made them canon (hi, Hind; hi, Galley) and they also happen to be close to Whaleship Essex while they were my OCs

I work around what the Devs have given me and decide that they're in a state of kinda died-but-not-really (long story)

(Note that I came up with all this oc stuff around like. November or something.)

Overall my hype for The Sea™ and eldritch horrors have reached an all time high

Canto V releases; I learn about it while trying to make a Limbus AU for Murder Drones

I decide to check it out because. Water.

Doomed sailor yuri

"Holy fucking shit did I just predict Canto V with my OC that's completely unrelated in every way except for the fact that she looks A Lot like Ishmael???? What?????"

Present time; I have been stuck in the Limbus hole ever since (and apparently my brain has delusionally stuck itself onto our favorite ginger sailor so uh. hi fellow ishmael irls!)

Sooooo... yeah

Basically we wouldn't be here if the stars didn't align at Halloween 2022 and Manjuu + Yostar gave the AL fans someone who isn't a pirate

[some-pers0n]

infodump about tf2 ships por favor

i am very curious about the silly violent gay old men

You have no idea what you've just unleashed. You just asked me, the person who has to have an opinion on borderline everything, my thoughts and feelings on the ships for the game I've been hyperfixating on for over half a year.

This is gonna be probably a long one full of unhinged and disjointed rambles about Science Party, so click if you wanna see that. I love rambling about TF2 and these guys, which is funny since 99% of this is me being delusional and making stuff up (despite talking about it like it's canon).

Now, I should put something here first and foremost. I don't actually...ship any of the characters romantically that much. Even my OTP is literally a queer-platonic pairing. It's mostly because I see the mercs as all being good buddy chum friends, despite them all being queer as hell. Yes, I love and reblog ship art and ship discussions like a madman, but I think my aro/ace brain just likes thinking of them more as all being pals. Also doesn't help I headcanon a third of them as being aro/ace (though only one is negative/repulsed by romance and sex, the others are neutral and positive respectively).

I suppose let's start off with the ship that's entirely rotted my brain: Science Party, or Engie/Medic. I don't think I've quite been this obsessed over a relationship as I've been with this one. Like,, any other ship I've encountered, I either like or don't like them. If I like them, I feel inclined to make content about it and just have some fun with this.

Not with this. I think this is the only ship I've ever encountered that I actually 'ship' with how passionate and in-love with it I am about it. It's quite fun and has lead me to start writing my newest longfic as well.

Science Party I just...adore. The dynamic of two evil geniuses together already ignites a neuron in my brain, but there's more to it. Medic is an unhinged and impulsive wildcard that does anything that crosses his mind. He's got an extremely inflated ego and a pretty big god complex. Then, you got Engie, who is like Medic in every regard as well. The catch is that he's a bit more controlled. Don't mistake that for him being more sane or anything though. I feel like he admires Medic for just dropping everything and not giving a shit about looks or appearances, instead being his true, uninhibited self.

Then you get to the interactions and just...me little heart... I've always envisioned Medic as being an uncaring and apathetic guy when it comes to others and their concerns. Low empathy, if you will. However, as his relationship grows with Engie, he begins to care about him just a smidge more, which is saying a lot for Mr. The Healing Is Not As Rewarding As The Hurting. He cares about Engie, enough so to be partners with him rather than friends.

Oh, I should also probably explain that a bit. Medic doesn't exactly like being 'friends' with people, so instead he's partners with Engie. I like the word, partners. If you also notice, I only use the word 'partner' in SAR whenever I'm referring to their relationship.

Anyways, Engie helps Medic open up and feel a bit more. But how does Medic help Engie? Well, I feel by being his unhinged and 'he has 57 mental illnesses and is banned in most public spaces' self, Engie sees somebody he wants to be. Medic doesn't care. He is happy and unchained by responsibilities and a commitment to be a functioning member of society. I could go into why Medic feels this way, but I'll probably end up just saying something along the lines of: "SOCIETY! SOCIETY!!!"

So, Engie has got some issues for lack of a better term. Even as a merc, Engie likes keeping up that mask of being a light-hearted good ol' Texan. He likes that persona, not only because it's the one he's always used but it's just a nice, likeable personality, but he also likes the idea of just going 'fuck it, we ball' like Medic. Medic encourages him to be more creative and detach from that sort of mindset. He tells him that he should do what makes him happy as opposed to doing what his family wants him to do.

They're just...really nice together. I don't know how else to put it. I always saw them as really similar in that regard, both being intelligent and highly regarded members of the team for their supportive roles. Beyond that, they're both clearly nuts in a similar way. They're just...the sillies. I love them.

I've got a lot of opinions on a bunch of other ships, but that's a discussion for another time (or until somebody pokes me about them). Science Party is the one I feel the most about by far, though.

[popsicle-parfait]

Masochism Tango - il Dottore

Theme: il Dottore with a Snezhnayan! Reader

CW: Suggestive(?), a little icky for those who don't like Yandere's, Needles

Requested?: Nope

Author's Note: I did a coin flip on two different websites and they both chose Dottore (this a/n is being made before I'm writing the actual fic) I might also listen to some asmr cuz I think I might go full yandere on this one. (p.s, I did go the yandere route!)

You've known him longer than you've known yourself. You were just a little thing, your parents had no money and no adventurers guild bothered to take you due to your physical condition. Your family had given up on asking others for help so it was up to you to provide for everyone.

You had set off along the chilling schneznayan streets and asked around for a possible place to work but it seemed as though there were no openings. Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days as it was getting exhausting trying to scavenge enough Mora to at least keep your family alive for a week.

Just as you were about to ask another vendor, a strange man had come up to you with a smile on his face. He had told you that if you were to stay in his company you would be paid generously for your services, of course you assumed he meant the escort kind so you coldly asked him what he meant.

The man had laughed, it was light but unhinged as he carefully cleared his throat of the serotonin that had been given. He clarified that he just needed someone to assist in his lab work, what kind- he didn't specify but you did get the feeling of a spark in your chest. So with your vision burning bright and your eyes filled with determination you had agreed to the proposal, eager to make your family proud.

Fast forward a few years and you are now acquainted with whom you know as il dottore, you didn't know his real name and he didn't bother to give it out so the conversation never came up. When you first had been brought to the fatui base you had assumed it would be harmless lab work, you had been wrong.

You came across countless people all lined up like lamb to the slaughter when it came to this man, he had no shame in what he did and you were disgusted. However, you couldn't oppose his worth ethic seeing as he was technically your lifeline now. Over the course of human screams and manic laughter your face had frozen over, almost like the harsh winds of the land had affected your heart as such. You couldn't help it, seeing so much bloodshed in one small room had numbed your mind to the thought of helping such a sadistic madman, however that didn't mean you didn't feel bad for those unfortunate people.

Every now and again you'd send them your regards, or at least as kind as you could; not being in contact with the human race for so long does that to you. There are times when the two of you meet eyes and little chats here and there that would be shared between the organization of substances and the clinking of glasses, those are the times where you see the human side of Dottore. Over the course of time they started small, a joke, maybe a small giggle together, or even a deep conversation between you two. You couldn't help but be worried about the direction you were going in but as long as things didn't get out of hand you were fine.

But then one day it happened, it was quiet in the lab and only the sound of breathing and fumes were heard. Today was a slow day and Dottore wasn't bringing in anyone new seeing as he was pretty occupied with the few drops of slime secretion he was messing with, then a sigh was heard; Dottore then began to speak. "You know.. I haven't met someone like you in a long time, [Name]. "

You were nervous, your palms began to sweat underneath the tray you were carrying  as he kept going on about the wonderful time you were having together. He just kept speaking, kept rambling about how lovely you were and how obedient you had been compared to his last few assistants; it was too much to handle.

When he mentioned how you were perfect, that's when the ball dropped, literally, you dropped the tray on the floor in a state of shock. Though your face didn't show it, your heart was beating rapidly, Dottore turned around to question your sudden outburst as slowly but surely you backed away from the lunatic. Now the doctor had his full attention on you as he kept asking what was wrong, you tried stuttering an answer as you inched closer and closer to the door, gripping the handle.

Just as he began speeding towards you, your body flipped and you immediately started turning the doorknob, trying to escape when suddenly you felt faint breaths near your ear. His right arm wrapped around your waist while the other grabbed your shaking hand, small whispers could be heard as he fed you what seemed like sweet nothings.

Anyone who looked at the two of you would think it's an intimate dance of love but really what you heard from this man was utterly wrong declarations of passion. He told you he wanted to lock you up in a room with no chance of escaping and the only person you'll ever be in contact with was him, he kept going on about how lovely you'd look in his likeness; almost like a carbon copy, a "better half". You couldn't stand it, the words spitting out if his mouth were downright filthy, you promised to yourself that you'd never love a man like this the minute you escape.

Just as you began to struggle again he brought up a slim metal object, you couldn't tell what it was at first but then you noticed the pointed tip of the object. "This man's gonna sedate me!" Was a thought that zoomed through your mind as you tried struggling even harder, you quickly yanked your hand from his grip and twisted the one carrying the syringe; you refuse to give away any more of your freedom to a man that has no humanity.

Dottore grunted in pain as you shoved him to the side and immediately began running blindly through the lab; Had you been paying attention you would've noticed that you're heading for the live specimen tubes. You quickly hide behind one of the large tubes, trying to slow your breath for what's coming as Dottore quietly steps through the dark room; "Oh darling, you can't hide forever in here, I know your genetic makeup by scent… " one by one he quickly breaks every test tube in the room, your heart pouring and your body trembling as you try to think of something.

When he finally reaches your hiding spot you dart around the opposite side and try to run away only to get snagged by the fur lining on your coat, a needle plunged into your neck as if you were a rabid dog; the last you heard before your face froze and eyes slowly dropped, was the quiet whisper of "It's okay darling, the doctor's in~♡". 

[highlifeboat]

*knocks on your door, cap in hand* Hate to bother you sir, but would you perhaps have some Maid!Mia headcanons or drabbled thoughts to share? It's been a harsh winter, you see. If not, I shall simply bid you good day and depart so as not to further sully your doorstep.

I can provide a couple of Maid!Mia Headcanons. Perhaps some drabbled thoughts later in the day when I'm off work. Come listen to my madman's ramblings.

Mia keeps Rose with her as much as she possibly can. She even made a little makeshift baby sling to carry Rose around in, and while the other maids argue that’s probably more likely to get one of them hurt, it isn’t like Mia has much of a choice.

Daniela is the only one of the girls that will bug Mia about wanting to hold Rose, because she’s never seen a human baby before and thinks Rose is, quote, “An adorable little ham.”

Obviously, Mia has not let Daniela hold Rose for several reasons.

Between Rose, dealing with the Grand Chambermaid, and trying not to be killed and eaten, Mia’s incredibly, and constantly, exhausted.

Max is the only other person Mia would actually trust to look after Rose, because he’s the only one that’s really shown to be willing and able to do it.

Because of this, they actually get to be pretty good friends.

What she doesn’t know (yet) is Max “hangs out” with Daniela quite a bit and is probably part of the reason Daniela bugs her about Rose so much. 

As much as Mia might be… uncomfortable around the Dimitrescu’s, she’d argue she isn’t really scared of them. Except, maybe Cassandra.

Like, they’re horrible cannibal women for sure, and maybe some of them are a little unhinged, but they’re not the worst living situation she’s been in over the years (or even the last few months). At least she gets real food here.

She’s still having a hard time gauging Alcina’s personality, but Mia does have to admit the woman treats her staff better than one might assume.

She DOES know Alcina is absolutely soft for Rose, though. Which is probably part of the reason both her and Mia are even alive still.

Rose might also be the reason Mia mainly seems to work under Alcina, rather than getting cycled around like most of the other maids seem to get. As a way for Alcina to keep an eye on them.

Mia really doesn’t mind. It means most of her days are fairly quiet and just filled with simple cleaning tasks or fetching wine.

And also watching the girls burst in to bug (pun intended) their mother about something and seeing them just be a relatively normal (murder) family.

She refuses to acknowledge she finds it kind of adorable.

Surprisingly, there was only one time (so far) that Mia had tripped/slipped/fallen off one of the castle's old ladders.

Yes, Alcina caught her (for Rose’s sake, most likely)

And yes, Mia was desperate to not stare at the pair of boobs that were literally inches from her face.

And double yes, Mia still thinks about it. In several different ways.

She refuses to believe this is because she actually likes Alcina, and not a result of her just being... horny and desperate for passionate hugging.

[poorlemons]

tumblr is like my personal diary but solely for my stray thoughts about trials of apollo and its NOT my fault if my unhinged rambling of a madman who has been locked in his lighthouse for 40 years gets on your dash 

[misteria247]

Aka let's add Rottmnt Krang Invasion to the Reincarnated au oop-

This is the 5th time that he's made it to adulthood.

The 5th time that he'd grown older without all of his brothers and friends and father by his side.

When did it ever end?

The older turtle stared at the blood red skies, the ships of the Krang hanging over the wasteland that was once New York City like an ominous entity. Quietly bidding its time before it finally struck them all down like a wrathful god. Mikey felt a familiar disgust build up from within him, recalling all of his past memories of the interdimensional species known as the Krang. From his very first life, this alien race has been a reoccurring threat. Becoming more and more dangerous with each new cycle. The old ninjutsu master can still recall the other life he'd been in.

The one when he'd been small and covered in freckles.

He can still remember it. The Kraang and their bomb full of mutagen. The moment when Leo, his big brother, his leader had sacrificed himself to protect him, Raph and Donnie. Right as the bomb went off, mutating all the innocent lives at that moment and ruining the world as they knew it. Could still recall his time in the wastelands, slightly delirious and older than he should be. Separated from his brothers, his beloved friends April and Casey dead from the bomb. It had been a horror show.

He should have known that he would end up having another future where they would take everything he loved away from him.

Mikey shook himself out of his memories of a life that no longer existed, instead focusing on his current mission. The mystic warrior was searching for Leo and Casey Jr, the trio having gotten separated during a routine patrol. It made him anxious being away from his older brother and practical son. The last time he and his brothers had been separated it hadn't ended well.

Flashes of a red brother slaughtered in the beginning of this nightmare, of being murdered by a supposed ally in another life, of dying by an explosion in another one and losing his memories in the last one before this one.

Memories of a purple brother who died inside of a Krang base in this life, of being ambushed in Japan alongside their father and slain in another life, of disappearing without a trace in another, and of a bomb that caused his body to deteriorate in the last one.

Glimpses of a blue brother whose arm was torn away from his body in this life, of being the leader of a rebellion and saving several refugees lives alongside Casey only to be blown to smithereens in one life, of being blinded and then blown up once again in another one, to being double mutated in the last one.

Mikey forced himself to move faster, floating around to try and find the last two remaining members of his family besides April and Draxum. It was then that he had heard it. A shout, familiar and full of panic and anguish.

"CASEY-!!!"

'Leo.'

Mikey didn't hesitate to rush into the direction of the shout, practically bursting onto the scene in a orange flurry of chains and mystics. And what he saw made him freeze.

Leo was on the ground, his side bleeding from being struck by one of the Krang's demonic dogs. The older red eared slider was trying to force himself up, desperately trying to get to the younger boy that had been cornered by the monstrous being. Casey Jr was trying to keep the Krang canine away from him, his chainsaw hockey stick alive and whirling. However this beast wasn't backing down, instead snapping its jaws at the teen. Ready to devour him. It was seeing this that made the mystic master snap. Fury, old and bitter and murderous filled him, ignited by several past lives that had carried this wrathful vengeance. Lives of his rebellion days as a leader with no arm, lives of a suicidal, vengeful ronin who would not rest until he dragged the hell spawn of the Oroku bloodline down with him. He saw the panicked but defiant look on Casey Jr's face, his grey eyes hardened at the beast before him. Flashes of another teenager, a girl who was also a Casey who carried the same defiance in her very being. Who just like Casey Jr, had had her parent torn away from her by the enemy. Images of Casey and Cassandra's faces flashed through his head, and it fueled the rage he felt.

'I won't let them take my family. I won't stand by and let these monsters think that they can get away with it.'

The thought hissed, dangerous and poisonous. The mystic warrior reacted on pure instinct. Chains, bright and alight with flames that ran hotter than the fires of hell flew towards the Krang canine. They gripped it, before Mikey with a swift motion of his hands pulled it away from Casey Jr and Leo, who had let out shouts of surprise of his name out, and threw the monster as hard as he could. The sounds of the host's body crunching from the pure force of the slam, filled the air. And then it came.

The Krang canine screamed in agony.

Flames, bright and full of an ugly need for vengeance consumed the demonized dog, burning it up in mystics. But Mikey didn't care, he would continue to burn this thing until nothing was left besides its ashes.

'I'll kill it, I'll kill them all if I have to. There will be no mercy for them, even if it fucking kills me-'

The older turtle's thoughts hissed and screamed, consuming him like the flames that he fed. He was going to make the Krang suffer, he wasn't going to let them get away with this, not when they'd taken his father. Not when they'd taken Raph and Donnie and Cass. He would make them regret being born-

"MASTER MICHELANGELO STOP!"

"MIKEY IT'S DEAD YOU'RE GONNA BURN YOURSELF OUT STOP!"

Two voices shouted out and it made Mikey's blood boil in his wrath. Who dared tried to stop him? The ninjutsu master's head snapped towards the source of the voices, his light brown hues, once kind and bright and warm, now soulless and full of the thirst for vengeance and several decades of pent up rage that spanned over literal lifetimes dead set on the sources before he saw them.

Leo who looked downright unnerved and shaken.

Casey Jr who looked rattled and slightly terrified.

Those looks snapped Mikey out of it.

The chains disappeared immediately, the flames dying out as if they never existed in the first place. The charred remains of the beast that had attacked Leo and Casey Jr being all that was left behind. Mikey felt his stomach sink and nausea hit him.

"I......I didn't mean, oh God-"

The younger turtle began to shutter only to feel two pairs of arms wrap around him.

"It's okay, we're okay Mike. Let's just get out of here, I need to be treated anyways."

Leo said already leaning somewhat on the other turtle.

"We know you didn't mean to do it Master Michelangelo. It's okay now, it's done and over with. So let's go home please?"

Casey Jr piped in, trying to distract the older turtle from the wreckage he'd made. Mikey just swallowed, his throat tight and tongue thick as he grabbed onto Leo. The trio then began to make the painstaking journey back towards the base, a silence falling upon them. Mikey didn't say a word, instead getting lost in the whirlwind of emotions. He didn't mean to lose his temper, didn't mean to be so vicious. But at the moment he hadn't cared. And it wasn't the first time he'd snapped in this manner either. There was plenty of moments where he'd gone a bit too far, had thrown an enemy harder than necessary. Had been rougher and more angrier than he should have been with them. And each time he snapped out of it, he was hit with horror at what he had done. It was a scary thing, losing his head and having emotions from not only this lifetime, but all the ones that came before overwhelm him in this way. The fury and vengeance of several lifetimes that thirst for the blood of those who had harmed his family.

But the thing that scared him the most was that he also felt a feeling of satisfaction.

If their enemies were afraid of him, then they'd think twice before messing with his family. But he'd never tell that to anyone.

[phoenixkaptain]

Thinkin bout Cryptid Luke…

A few ideas I have…

Luke in Legends’ continuity rebuilt the Jedi Order, but in Disney’s continuity, he did not. And while I strongly dislike Disney’s version of Old Luke, I do like the idea in my head of a lone Jedi operating without any Order (which is not what Disney’s Luke is, so I guess there’s nothing really there…)

Like, in the days of the Old Republic, you had to ask the Jedi for help. The Jedi sometimes stumbled on problems, yes, but they mostly responded to cries for help.

Luke doesn’t have that option. Yes, he can respond when a Force Sensitive calls for help with magic rocks, but for the most part, he is just wandering. He is going where the Force guides him. He is just… not there, blink, there.

I like the idea that things go to shit, Luke shows up in his ominous black hood, Luke solves the problem, then Luke vanishes as quickly as he came, with no trace he was ever there.

However, side idea: Luke travels with his motley crew of children. But, THEY are ALSO crypids!

Like, you are a citizen of some planet. You are just standing on a corner, waiting for a space bus, looking at a space newspaper, and you glance up and see an ominously cloaked figure standing on the opposite side of the street. You cannot make out any features. It is dark out, and he is standing beneath a space streetlight, but all the light does is cast his face further into shadow.

Quickly, you look back down, hoping that the ominous shape across the street hasn’t noticed you. You feel a chill run down your spine. You sneak a glance back up, only to find that there is another black-cloaked figure, standing right beside the first. It is half the first’s height, but it’s also cloaked in darkness.

You look down again. You hear a noise, like moving fabric, and look back up, worried the pair is approaching, only to find another small, ominous shape has joined the first two beneath the space streetlight. You can’t bring yourself to look away, and so watch as another black-cloaked figure emerges from behind the tallest one, the first one.

Finally, the shape moves as though inclining its head. You feel your heart begin to race as it slowly turns to face you, and the streetlights finally illuminate a mouth. A mouth that is baring a smile full of sharp teeth, right towards you.

A space bus suddenly drives past, blocking your view for only a second. But, as the bus passes, the four shapes are gone. Vanished without a trace. The streetlight goes out. You decide that you should never smoke death sticks again, despite the fact that you have never smoked a single death stick in your entire life.

(Luke was going to the grocery store with his children. He was just trying to wait for them to catch up, since he got lost in thought trying to figure out how many vegetables to get. He noticed that the person across the street seemed scared, and so tried to smile reassuringly, but there was a noise in a back alley that he and his three students darted over to check out. It’s a cat. The four of them are very pleased.)

Or, I like to think that there’s a rumour that if you say “Skywalker” in an Imperial base, Luke Skywalker will show up and destroy the place. Most of the Stormtroopers and older people are like “psh, yeah right. Jedi can’t hear their name across the galaxy.”

But, slowly but surely, the whispers of Skywalker’s name are dying out. Because he. Keeps. On. Appearing. Right after anyone says his name, even if it’s in a whisper.

(Luke just so happened to be in the area. It was the will of the Force ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ )

There are so many options for Cryptid Luke! So! Many! Options! This man does not know how to enter a conversation like a normal person, he just appears from the shadows and scares people. Most of the galaxy think he’s just a myth created by the New Republic and the Empire. The leftover Jedi themselves think that he’s just a myth made up by the New Republic and the Empire. Nobody believes he exists aside from the people who have seen him, but even they are half convinced that they made him up.

I just would like Luke to randomly show up, kill some Imperials, scare some other Imperials, adopt another child, then go home. It’s my ideal.

[nitrosodiumfmp]

Writing The Shipwright

This note is meant to be kept in the Shipwright's office alongside the Mortality Anchor in the Docks level. I'm trying to write him as incredibly paranoid and insane, but it's not really sounding right. I've attempted to convey this via weird enjambment and grouping the lines into abstract patterns (spelling SOS in Morse code) but I feel like it comes across more as edgy amateur poetry than the ramblings of a mad ghost.

There's lots of games which use the "ramblings of a madman" note format; be it in terminal form like many Fallout games, or an audio log like Bioshock. My primary influence for this note is the various notes left by Dr L in SCP Containment Breach.

You find these notes throughout the game, left by the scientist as he tries to escape SCP-106 (a decaying old man who rots everything he touches, including walls). He constantly doubts himself or uses strange metaphors, goes off on tangents perhaps in an attempt to distract himself from his encroaching doom, and all in a scrawled handwritten font as if he's scribbled the notes frantically.

I'm trying to put myself in the shoes of the Shipwright to better convey his madness. Perhaps at the point he writes the note in-game, he's moments before leaping out of the window to his presumed death. In that case, it would better take the form of an (implied) suicide note where he is barely comprehensible. After all, he's become insane to the point of scribbling all over the walls of his office. His final message wouldn't be poetic and slightly unhinged, it would be ABSOLUTELY unhinged! So it needs a rewrite.

Here is my second attempt. The Shipwright is clearly mad and delirious but his monologue does vaguely relate to the outside story.

[z1ggystardus3rr]

Telltale heart but I got a little silly yk

“Villains!” I shrieked, “Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! — tear up the planks! — here, here! — it is the beating of his hideous heart!”

They are silent. So is the heart. I am nervous no more. What cause do I have to be nervous? Surely these officers are reasonable fellows who will understand my plight. Honestly– how could I possibly persist in my duties of being a caretaker when the eye– that foul, dastardly eye was constantly glaring at me? I intended to rid myself and him of that abomination but I got a tad bit carried away. I was good-natured in my planning, I never intended to hurt the old man. In fact, I quite loved him and my heart ached as I had to mutilate his body. Maybe that is it! Yes– this is why the heart kept beating on for hours and hours after the fact. My love was keeping him alive. It was an amusing thought and caused a chuckle to erupt from my throat. Amusing but not outlandish. I had known the old man since I was just a boy. He had given me and my brother, Jordan, work and a place to stay when we had first come to the city, and when Jordan– God rest his soul– died of the plague, he was so kind to me. And you see! Ha– I would not have been able to make such clever distinctions if I were a madman because, as I said before madmen know nothing! But, no? If this is true, then why has his heart stopped beating now? Maybe my theories are just the ramblings and delusions of an unhinged man desperate to justify his criminal actions.

Impossible. I was so- careful– so cunning, in the way I killed him. I was efficient. So efficient that there was not a speck of blood to be mopped up. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad. I am not mad!

Caught up in my thoughts, I didnt notice one of the officers– Morris, I think his name was– creep up to me and attempt to put me in handcuffs. He managed to wrestle me to the ground and get my arms behind my back while the other two officers stood, appalled, watching me wrestle against his grasp. Eventually, Morris tires and I get the upper hand. I pin him down to the ground and strangle him. He stops moving. I realize what I've done. I’ve murdered two men in the span of 24 hours.

I find myself laughing again. It started as a slight, dazed giggle and then boiled over into heaving, uncontrollable, absurd laughter. I know– of course that I’ve been negotiating with myself and with you in a feeble attempt to assure my sanity but this- this exact moment marks my descent into madness. As I cackled with my hands still crushing Officer Morris’s throat I accepted my insanity. I acknowledge that I am not completely right in the head. Finally, I let go of this poor man’s throat. My laughter quells, at last, turning into barely-contained sobs. I look over and notice one of the other officers is missing. Smart boy. He did well to miss what would happen next.

And so I turn to the remaining man and attempt to speak. No sound comes out at first, and when it finally does my throat is hoarse, just as Jordan’s was when the plague befell him. I gesture at the man’s gun as I speak. “I want you to shoot me”

It's a wonder that im only having this idea now. Throughout this whole ordeal, this officer had a gun in his holster.

Apparently, he had also forgotten because he looked at me, dumbfounded and his eyes widened “E-excuse me?” He stutters out

“Take your gun, and put me out of this dreadful misery,” I say “Maybe even do the same to yourself. If I was in your position that's what I would do”

He sees reason in my request and with trembling hands, he points it at me. My eyes close as I prepare for the sweet, sweet release of death. A shot goes off, louder than anything I’ve ever heard. I have to admit that I flinched slightly. I waited to die, or see the light as they say but alas, I neither felt nor saw anything happen. I open my eyes to see my body completely untouched. Im the same as I was a few seconds ago, but my surroundings are not. Im no longer in the old man’s townhouse. Im in a field. I see a small farmhouse in the distance which I recognise immediately.

My childhood home. The field where me and Jordan played as boys. “Hello Tobias”

Well, speak of the devil. I turn around and Jordan is standing behind me. He looks as he did before the sickness consumed him. Brunette hair with eyes of the same color. A boyishly round face with a healthy flush to his cheeks. The same mischievous smirk he always wore in life was painted on his face now. I envelop him in a hug that seems to last an eternity.

When we finally separate, my steps falter and my mouth dries up. Jordan is no longer standing before me. It's the old man. His devilish eye wasn't in its proper place. In its place was just an empty socket, barren except for a single maggot crawling its way out and down his face. His appendages were stitched on in the places where I had hacked them off, quite literally hanging on by a thread. I doubled over and retched but nothing came up.

“What’s the matter? You did this to me, Tobias. This is your fault. You murderer” He spat at me.

That last word echoed in my mind. murderer murderer murderer murderer murderer murderer! And that's what I am. I killed the officer and the old man in cold blood and as the word repeated, the old man’s face shifted. He was no longer my victim, now in front of me stands the visage of Lucifer himself ready to drag me to the 7th circle of hell.

[egotisticalflame]

Two New York film critics discussing this weird internet phenomenon at a bar

B: Alright what’s this guys Deal

A: ok so he does These streams Alright

B: aheh

A: and he’s blasted but like the entire thing is just slightly more unhinged then it should be and it’s usually the length of a stream you known but everything seems a little too scripted at first and you think he’s talking to someone off camera and he’s doing things like making an art project and like working as a family graphic designer and things like that.

B: ya ok and…

A:alright so all the streams are just a little art house crazed beauty piece, then the next thing he uploads is some weird POV ramblings of a madman esq art house cuts open eye turns to moon kinda stuff but it’s about a task he has to do…. And like the cool thing is that video is often related to whatever the stream had to be stopped for.

B: Interesting but what else…

A:uhhhh…. Alright so he also streamed on Porn Hub