#what a timing too cuz im loosing my mind here

[gomzdrawfr]

I like your drawings very much please don't explode in a Sahara dessert and drink water.

Ok bai

You're right anon I shouldn't explode, gotto keep on going to do more squishy Ghost

stay hydrated folks

[aria0fgold]

I don't know what I'm doing with this fic's story anymore at this point, I'm just doing feck all but somehow it's also so fun to just... make it a lil wacky.

[comfortless]

AHH I was the anon from the Bear!Ko ask ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I adore it so much like I’m kicking my feet and twirling my hair your ideas are CHEFS KISS AND IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE PROMPTT

Definitely not excited that you’re considering more hybrid stuff.. TEEHEE ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎

BUT YEAH JUST THOUGHT TO DROP SOMETHING NEW CUZ WHY NOT! Maybe Ko being deployed on a mission to some wild terrain, having to camp out on the grounds for a while by himself. Reader taking interest in the behemoth and toying with him until he finds out they’re a fae or nymph

Or a game of hide and seek.. in the dark.. with him.. maybe even a wolf!ko

ONCE AGAIN ID LOVE TO SEE YOU WORK UR MAGIC ON THESE IDEAS (｡♥‿♥｡)

hi, 🧸!! working on something with a lycanthrope Kö at the moment, but this is… well it is something! i adore the idea of König with a cute (insatiable) nymph!! definitely give @cookiepie111’s Drink From The Leche of Sirens a read if you haven’t already. <3

content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. fae nonsense (reader is a tree nymph), vague smut.

It isn’t that he ever intended to be here, not really. Simple surveillance, Fender had told him. Any knowing soldier would recognize the equipment that did not even need hands to tend to it, the cameras that should be set and monitored, and yet there were none in place here— just König, a loaded gun, and the stillness of the forest that seemed to stretch ever onward.

There’s been a lapse for the past week, with Kortac’s most adept at retrieving information out seeking just that, off with their radios constantly abuzz and adrenaline running rampant through their veins.

There’s an envy harbored somewhere in the back of his skull, twittering and hissing when he thinks on it too much… shelved for an uncharacteristic mistake to be left here amongst plants and scattered animal sounds, a temporary solace that would be ripped away when something new came through the chain of command; an overabundance of the very things he would care to think less about.

König hasn’t seen another person in days, not out here, tracking a vehicle carrying supposed smuggled weapons. There are no tire tracks, not even air traffic passing above: only gloom, loneliness, and the chill of early spring.

Then the abandoned house, where he takes refuge. It’s dated: the furniture all in various states of disarray, shattered porcelain about the kitchen and vaulted ceilings so high he doesn’t even need to bother with ducking to cross from room to room. It’s old on the exterior, stately, with vines creeping up its walls to reach the warmest height to bloom. Though internally, it is clear the place has not been left to rot for long: no loose boards, no holes in the ceiling or floor, just seemingly preserved somehow, as though time itself had come to still.

He doesn’t mind the daily patrols through the forest, the pensive stalking and creeping to find any hint of what he was after. Even through the night, when sleep forgets to lure him in for warmth and comfort amidst the pollen and silence, the walking never seems to grate on him.

There are lights, often, amongst the trees, faint pulses of glowing white that dissipate the moment his gaze sweeps over them. He’s read the fairytales as a child, even witnessed Conor get so drunk once that he shared his own tales of the ‘wee folk’, but König would feel a fool to believe any of that at face value. Most of his own kind were not interested in him, shying away with laughter or pitying gazes the moment he approached, so why would anything else be drawn to a man who could never quite scrub the blood from his fingernails or keep a conversation from spinning out into silence and uneasy glances?

It’s during one of these nightly walks that he first sees her, a vision bathed beneath the milky glow of the moon, ethereal, yet still nothing short of a proper blessing from the earth. Despite the distance from his path to her own, her body looks soft, bare and gentle. The growing thorns and clusters of ivy do not scrape her, only gently pull aside as she walks, tender and swaying like the petals sprung up from the plants for little fingers ghost over.

He only thinks that, assuredly, he’s lost his mind. The vision fades away when she looks at him, curls her lips into a smile… and then it is all gone. She leaves not a trace, no footprints indented into the soil he knows he had only just watched her tread. The flowers he saw her pull into being have vanished, too. All that remains is a dulled aura of dread, a strange thing that he has not felt in years, if ever at all.

König does not think of the woman until she appears again, during the day amidst the leaves of a sprawling sycamore. She lies against the bark, body resting over a healthy branch where she sleeps in a position so demure it sets his heart ablaze. The breeze caresses her hair, something he wishes to feel beneath his own fingertips; it whistles over her bare skin while the sun bathes her in rays of gold, filtered out through pinprick partings in the leaves, begs, pleads for him to touch. Forbidden fruit, too lofty to touch, too dainty for ash and blood.

He only walks away, carries on with the focus of his mission, reminds himself of every time that he’s sought some semblance of companionship and how those escapades had all simmered down to nothing but taunting echoes for sleepless nights. There was no need for any more ghosts, not even the pretty ones.

With nothing else in sight, he returns to that house where time halts and loses himself to want; swallows dry when he frees himself of his buckle and pulls out his growing erection. A release and an expelling of memory all in one.

He thinks of her, of her graceful walk amidst the darkened woods, of the way she lay, perfectly unscathed and beautiful, unknowing of any thing that plagues him, scatters from his grim expression right down to his very marrow. The imaginings… he would never speak of them, perhaps would only have the information pried from him that he thought of her smile when he spilled himself into his palm, but only if she came to beg for it with a voice he imagines must be tree sticky and sweet like warmed honey. Only if she came for him.

There lies a meadow just past an abrupt opening in the tree line, small and subdued by outstretched branches that curl over the grass and wildflowers still yet to bloom. No chill lingers here, as though summer stretches over the little glade and settles atop it with its warmth, masks even the little pond that does not seem to carry the same frosted panes of ice that the others he had seen do. There is fruit, puny red berries and hefty pears causing their limbs to bend, gently set them down for the earth and all of the animals roaming about to eat.

And he knows he’s stumbled upon her home.

He finds his voice when she peeks at him from behind the trunk, wide-eyed and curious with the softest curl about her lips, playful but tentative.

“Hallo,” he whispers, raising his gloved hand as if to wave, but curling his fingers into his palm instead. He’s horribly uncertain, caught between the alarming thought that he’s dealing with some perturbing nudist or something… else entirely.

“Hello,” she says, almost shy as she unveils herself from behind the tree, takes a step toward him with a tender look in her eyes and a long draw of breath. Sets his nerves at ease with her silent admittance that she, too, at least seemed wary.

König immediately tells her why he’s here, not in full detail, sparing the poor doe the tedium and the confidential bits that would likely only make her head spin, and then… he mentions how he had seen her, how the forest seemed to yield to her whims, her dancing beneath the moon that appeared to shine only for her. He gives her a curious look, undetectable beneath the darkened hood, pleads for her to explain in his own silent sort of way.

“I have seen you too,” she says instead, curling her arms behind her back, pushing out her chest, and… he doesn’t think to ask any further.

She’s the loveliest thing that he has ever seen or felt: places herself right into his lap when she guides him down to the grass. There’s sap on her fingertips when she presses them to his lips, curiously grazing them over his mouth as he speaks to her about the forest, a forest he’s already deemed to be her own, obscure princess that she was. She giggles when he dares to lick over each intruding digit, even gives a shaky, soft sigh when he suckles at one.

The nymph whispers things into his ear that he’s never heard before: things about each sprouting plant, of other things that hide away in the shade beneath branches and how they had all seen him too, about the earth and life and softer secrets about her beloved tree. Home and love without ever daring to speak words so simple. She does not ask about the dreadful things he does not think about, only lies back in the grass when he praises her beauty and the lovely notes of her voice.

He thinks for a moment that he should not touch her, should not have her grace wasted on something like him, but she rises up only enough to kiss him through the hood and he finds himself tugged down to tickling blades of grass and his mind finally does quiet.

She cradles him close as he claims her love for his own, steals sap from her lips and follows her sighs to a comforting oblivion. Her hands find his neck, his shoulders to offer gentle touches, tracing patterns like the intricate twisting of vines against his flesh all while he praises their union, her sweetness.

He doesn’t know how long he’s spent with her, the day seems to to stretch on for an eternity with the sun high above, but when he wakes… he is back inside of the old, quiet house, lying in the bed he knows with a certainty that he’s never even touched. Fender’s voice is calling to him over the radio, clipped and demanding for a report, one that proves nothing at all, a barrage of words filled with wonder and bliss with no intel on the mission.

And König isn’t shocked by the leave he’s given once he does return to base the following day. Three weeks time would be just enough to clear his head, regain his focus, pull money from his account to purchase that lonesome old house in the forest. He couldn’t bare the thought of never seeing such an angel again, never hearing the soft chittering of her voice or being blessed with the feeling of her beneath him, intertwined like the vines she so loved.

[todayitwillrainblood]

Haii, i see your request are open!!

Cuz I miss Johan Seong from Lookism, can I request Johan seong with male reader gives compliments and says "its like looking at a piece of heaven" to johan, please..

Actually looking forward to it cuz you write for male readers!! Im so thankfull for that tho, and Thank you for reconsidering writing this for me. Here flowers 🐯🫸💐

a/n : that is such a cute idea!! honestly glad you gave me this, I loved writing it! here's a heart for you — ♡ (mwah!~) and I hope you don't mind, but that flower is going on my pinned post T-T

★ the stars, the comets; they do not compare,

☆ masterlist!

⟲ synopsis;

m!reader picks a fight with some bullies (for johan's sake), and then gets coddled like a baby later because johan thinks he is too precious. :3

— IT WAS TRULY an unfortunate situation, bleeding like so for my sake alone. I'm sure it hurts, but darling; you give too much.

For the seventh time today, [name] felt a familiar ache in his head, thumping and throbbing.

"god damn it!" he kicked another one of those bark-no-bite-bullies, and leaned against the cold stone wall.

picking this fight, it was obvious who would win, a crazed fight god's lover, or a bunch of high school kids who could only suck on cigrattes. that was before about ten more people had decided to join the fight, as a backup.

don't get him wrong, this was easy peasy, he had fought off far more people, but due to the lack of their expertise, these people clung to their dirty tricks. like the nasty cut on [name]'s calf, or the one on his palm.

he would persist, only...fifteen more to go.

meanwhile, johan was left increasingly confused and concerned. he was supposed to meet up with [name] a good hour ago; they were supposed to stroll in the park with ice creams and then attend the festival nearby.

he frowned softly, picked up his phone and directed to a corny soulmate-finding app vasco had forced both of them to download. it did finally come in handy, huh?

it took a minute to find where [name] was, and another ten to reach there.

now, just imagine the pure hatred in johan's heart, imagine the first thing he sees when he comes to the place is his whole entire world bleeding on the floor, past way too many verges of passing out.

he took a deep breath and went all hell loose.

safe to say, none of those boys are stepping any closer to [name] or his school without at least checking in with god first.

"why did you do it?"

unfortunate cases had led to johan learning how to bandage up a wound so it does not sting or infect. he had never imagined himself bandaging [name]'s wound, or asking him why he picked a fight, but he did, with a heavy heart.

[name] pouted, feeling foolish, "they...were talking shit..." and much quieter, "about you."

a beat, and another, and johan burst into uncharacteristic laughs, tiny and full of mirth.

"hey!" [name] whined, pushing against him weakly.

"you picked a fight for me?" the cold breeze hit them again, on [name]'s patio. (well his parents' but shhh)

"is that so surprising?" [name] gawked, "well, you would have picked one for me, too, hm?"

johan hummed happily, still foreign to this feeling, he ruffled [name]'s unruly hair, "yes, i would have."

[name] frowned again, feeling his words were getting nowhere, he grabbed johan's hand, warm against his palm, and raised himself just a little higher and straighter on his knees.

"do you know what i see when i look at you?"

a pause, and a confused tilt from johan's side, "it's like looking at a piece of heaven..." [name] mumbled out.

[name] placed a kiss to the back of johan's hand, "do you realise just how empowering it is to have so much all for me? how could i not protect you? i may not be very strong, but you make me..." his voice a lot softer now, shy but not trembling.

"i can hold you like this, and kiss you like this...(mmh)...and i still cannot wrap my head around it," [name] chuckled, how silly, "it takes me over the moon...you take me over the moon."

johan's eyes were shining, not tears of sadness or regret, just unadulterated happiness. "it does?" he gulped, his voice didn't crack, but he gripped on harder.

"johan...i love you."

[name] leaned in, hugging onto him tight, and burying his face in the column under johan's throat, "and if fighting a bunch of idiots comes along with it, i would do that and more a hundered times over."

"i love you, too."

[doodoodinklefart]

okAYYYY so ive been planning this au for literally forever and i couldnt get white diamond satoru and black sapphire suguru out of my head... ive seen a couple other hnk x jjk aus floating around but i wanted to take a crack at it!! i'll just explain these three + the setting for now cuz theres a bunch of other shit brewing in my head LOLOL honestly hnk and jjk are pretty different themes-wise i feel so i couldnt rlly help changing a lot abt the world LMAO

in this au its not just a couple gems in the school, there's a bit more of a society and structure outside of it. there are still the three major "clans" though maybe more like major cliffs?? lol?? that the gems are formed in that produce a much higher frequency of strong, high quality gems. i imagine that before the idea of working together (modern jujutsu society) had come about, gems fought to have control of these spots to assure that they would have those to protect them from lunarians (aka curses we're playing a bit fast and loose here). while there were many attempts to merge the clans, the fighting was more a waste of time if anything, so they stayed separate. jujutsu high in this au would probably just be the school, a set of gems that are trained to always be ready to dispatch lunarians and protect tengen (who is the prayer machine here), who has basically been dormant.

and THATS where we get to white diamond. i wanna say while diamonds are p common irl, its rare here for there to be a fully formed diamond lustrous that actually has inclusions. while there have been extremely strong lustrous born from the gojo cliff, white diamond is the first diamond in several centuries, filling a vacancy after others had been taken away to the moon. not only that, he's got special eyes too!! im thinking he can see sunspots from far away, or maybe can tell artificial gems from real ones, like being able to see their inclusions or something. probably both!! either way he has to wear special blackout glasses during the day. his eyes are really reflective so he can work at night too, but that often leaves him restless.

white diamond—in his mind at least—is untouchable, and really it may as well be true. due to the combat training that he's gone through and his hardness of 10, he has never sustained so much as a scratch. he had a tendency to break all of his sparring partners back home, and thus he feels he's hit a brick wall with his training, and that the only things that will come close to putting up a challenge are likely lunarians. he doesn't really care much for weaker gems at this point, and is eager to finally fight lunarians for once. eventually, he is sent off to the school to begin what he would call "actually worthwhile" training.

black sapphire, on the other hand, was born practically from nowhere, in a unremarkable place with little more than himself and a few other older gems that were around to help shape him. with a hardness of 9, he was the strongest among them and—after his first dangerous encounter with lunarians—he realized he had an obligation to protect the rest of them. his strength often leaves him feelings alienated, as he normally ends up working alone for fear of other being taken away. i wanna figure out how to incorporate his ct better but for now ill just keep thinking about it. for now, it was probably his strength that got his scouted and sent to the school.

boulder opal, or just opal, is in training as a doctor at the school, and shows extreme promise. her lax attitude reveals none of her medical prowess, especially when it comes to gems with missing pieces. she has a particularly good eye for finding missing shards, or finding pieces that she can replace missing shards with. there's nothing she can do if their inclusions reject the replacement, however. maybe she has a way of resonating with the other's inclusions to speed healing up on bigger points of damage?? idk ill figure it out

ANYWAYYY this is getting super long so i'll end this shortly BUT!!! basically, white diamond, with black sapphire (who he calls saph), and opal are all training under yaga sensei (idk what kind of gem he would be yet LOL). diamond, at first, sees opal and saph as weak, but quickly realizes they have their own feats. saph in particular is the first lustrous that has ever made sparring fun, because while he's less durable his combat skills make up for it tenfold. maybe black sapphire is the first to ever leave a break on white diamond who knows... opal is probably always having to put the two back together. theyve never lost to a lunarian before, and have certainly never come close to being taken to the moon. these two are the strongest together, and each finally feel like they have a place to belong.

alsooo..... they do get a mission to escort a "star plasma vessel" of sorts. tengen slowly erodes over the years and needs a compatible lustrous to replace their missing pieces. boleite (riko) happens to be that gem, and diamond and saph need to escort her.... lmaoaoao now i have to design riko, toji and kuroi...

[stolaz-the-artist]

May you make a murder drones au of nexo knights Please 😢

MURDER DRONES SPOILER WARNING

I mean yeah, that's kind of obvious.

This Is gonna be a loooong post. Longest ask I've worked on.

I didn't need to make so many drawings but I had so much fun I just kind of had to.

im gonna do everyone a favor and kind of digitalize my writing under each page, just in case its hard to read.

Serial Designator C

"I don't know because you won't tell me!"

"Oh please don't run! if I miss it will just prolong your suffering"

"Oh i do wanna be dapper *sigh* but alas"

Clay: Are you . . . new drones?

Macy: Uh, sure?

Clay: Hm. . . Well I have been saying we need more bots

Serial Designator W

"C-100110010! HOW DARE YOU LOCK YOUR MOTHER UP!? You let me out this instant!"

"Wait . . . Prom queen?"

Lance: He's literally so ungrateful. Like you're so cool.

"How did you even manage to knock yourself offline?"

*Rebooting. . .*

"If the other one survived after all this time it's truly a miracle"

Serial Designator F (Fletch)

Post limb change

Him and Izzy are very close friends (She think its cool when its revealed he's a Disassembly drone)

Was "adopted" by two worker drones (That W killed in an attempt to get him back)

He's a bit taller due to his torso, but because his legs cant fully support him, he's constantly hunching

"Im so tired of this shit"

Gets called names like • Loose-limb Fletch

•Drop-A-Limbs

•Disjoint-Drone

•Snap-off Fletch

Fletch: WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?

Wanda: Literally barely anything. Just put the right limbs on

Wanda: Like what kind of idiot tried to connect Worker drone limbs to a Disassembly drone torso?

Macy Doorman

"Huh, knew illegal downloading all those Ned Knightly movies would come in handy"

"EAT PLASMA BITCH!"

Macy: One more buzzword and I'll do it

Jestro: . . . Equity Partnersh-

"Oh bite me"

Clay: Now im pretty new to this "Rebelling" stuff. But uh, do I have to fight my mom? Its just that-

Macy: YES!

Clay: sighhh Fine, lets do this

Aaron

"The hell happened to you?"

Aaron: So do you think they like video games?

Lance: Doubt it

Aaron: Then why are we here?

Lance: Blackmail

Aaron: Oh fair

One of Macy's best friends (And the friend she's had the longest)

"Super invited to my shindig next week"

Aaron, whispering: I mean, he's fun sized?

*sizzle*

Aaron, whispering: Ok so not fun

Macy: whispering: OH REALLY!?

Lance

Axl: Where's Macy

Lance: She went out

Axl: Out? Have she lost her mind?

Lance: Think so. Oh and Aaron went with her

Axl: Excuse me?

Lance: Yeah . .

Phone focus cuz tiny space

Wanda: This is so shit

Lance: I know right

Fashionista. Yes he knows there are non flip phones, he has one, but it just doesn't meet the same level of sass as a clip phone

Lance: Do you understand what will happen if you go out there? Let me spell it out; D-E-A-T-H! Are you out of your-

Aaron: I'll come lol

Lance: Yeah, no. You two gp enjoy dying. The hell you think this is, a shitty horror movie?

Axl

"Im gone for 5 min to get some actual edible snacks and everyone is dead!?"

Accidentally gave her the gun idea

Really fixated on food, spends a lot of time recreating food

His bigger legs make him a bit less flexible, but he packs a mean kick (home made)

Axl: There we go!

Lance: Aren't you worried someones actually gonna drink it thinking its actually edible- or drinkable I guess

Lance: But idk, people are pretty stupid here

Axl: Hm, no you're right

Decoration don't drink u'll die lol

Serial Designator J

"its tricked you! and if I promised you anything . . . It tricked me too . . ."

"Ha-ha! I-am so good-at-hiding!"

Is AD's most "trusted" worker (And with ,pst trusted I mean most easily manipulated)

Clay: What will the company do to us once we're done? How do we know the company wont get rid of us?

Jestro: Awh, im so sorry. You know the consequences of questioning the company

*virus*

Clay: Hm, fair enough

Monstrux

Merlok

Absolute Destruction

"The flesh demands invitation"

"Dropped this-silly"

Pre-skinning Merlok

Robot view

Monstrux: You look g-great, toots! hm . .

Monstrux: Have you considered a hat-tho

~*~

There's a few extra sketches I did for fun lying around, and if ya'll want that (plus the story line of what's happening) just tell me I would include it here but this is painfully long enough

(Oh and all relationships are kinda neutral here. They don't entirely line up with the show. Ship whoever I don't care)

Anyways, this took weeks to make (cuz of studying and the fact I got sick in the middle of it) but im rather happy with what I have came up with!

Always feel free to make asks like this! I enjoy them a lot! might take a while for them to come out cuz of school but I'll do my best!

(Also I'm aware some are a bit out of character, it was for comedic purposes)

[nutal]

Spoiling a scene of my guitarspear one shot for u guys cuz i cant take it anymore LOL im so excited to share this when its finished!!

Ofc I gotta edit some shit by a lot but idk was kinda proud of this and wanted to share. Keep in mind tho, this is STILL a wip. Tho, it will prob come out sometime later this month ( i hope! )

And I just hit 100 followers on here! So, thank you so freaking much, you lovely people.

(and yes. it is a jacuzzi scene for context. SO PREPARE FOR SOME HEAT AND PHYSICAL TENSION!!)

Warnings: kinda sorta suggestive maybe idrk, just overall hella close proximity, swearing

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She exhaled sharply, her fist going loose into a palm, letting the towel fall to the floor and pool at her feet. Adam’s brows shot up, his wings puffing out simultaneously like crazy, a few golden feathers falling and floating gently onto the water.

Ignoring his reaction, she took a brazen step over and dipped her foot onto the first step of the tub. Slowly, she sauntered in and adjusted to the scalding whiplash against her skin and the concrete below her feet—which didn't take too much time, as they were literally in Hell earlier.

What took time was trying to maintain her composure when it sunk in. It didn’t necessarily occur to her how worse things would get now that she was at the bottom of the short steps, facing him unintentionally close.

Too close. More than she anticipated for a simple act of challenging his ego for once.

The pounding in her ears got louder as she stood in front of him, trying to keep herself from staring too long.

While his eyes gradually drifted downward, he tugged his elbows up on the rim in admiration.

Her lip curled when the realization hit as to what he was so shamelessly entranced by, quickly covering her chest with her arms.

“Don’t block my view, bitch.”

Sometimes, Lute seriously didn’t understand why she liked him so much—let alone tolerated him.

A man that could not, and refused to get over himself for a second.

Still, her heart pounded against her ribcage, the warmness and the closeness screwing with her entirely, finally resigning with Adam’s demand.

“Hoooly fucking. Shit. Knew it was a good move nicknaming you ‘Dangertits’,” he broke out when her arms slipped away, taking her in for a second time. “But y’know. My decisions are always top-notch.” His voice strained on the last word when he reached down with a renewed vigor, like he couldn’t take it anymore. He hooked his arms around the backs of her knees, cushioning together with his forearms.

Her eyes went wide as he lifted her, taking her into a straddle on his lap, water swishing from the movements. It earned him an involuntary, humiliating grunt from her that really got him going, making him laugh a bit. “Now that’s straight-fuckin’-music!” he mused.

Damn it.

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[skrunklydoo]

you have opened the will wood floodgates 3 2 1

the first two verses of suburbia overture remind me of not exactly roby but the city in general? in the sense that it very clearly has a reputation to uphold but as we've seen there can be foul play behind the scenes. and who knows maybe it doesnt even stop at bleckt. like. roby's parents are in the LAND OF MADNESS of all places and yeah ik ik real estate deals n whatnot but also hmmmm???? not to mention roby's ancestor's outfit which he wears is the same colours as thunderfang??? but thats a yap sesh for another time. point is suburbia overture reminds me of roby, his family, and temple city altogether. loosely. i think. in a way.

and hey look its willard! hmm smells like. smells like post-season 2 roby... and also.. MY OWN HEADCANONS... and also wyldfyre kinda woagh but that is also a yap sesh for another time its roby o' clock right now

SPECIFICALLY THIS PART RIGHT HERE

"hunt in packs and act as though that proves we cant survive alone/and i guess we just evolved disgust for prevention of infection though/shame was an invention made for prisons, pales, and pest control"

YOU SEE. THIS MAKES ME THINK OF HIS FEAR AFTER BEING BETRAYED AND ALMOST MURDERED (hence that first line) AND THE REASON FOR SUCH BEING THAT HE WANTED TO DO THINGS DIFFERENTLY, BUT but his uncle just. wasnt proud of him. (hence the second and third line)

and yknow what really just radiates post-season 2 roby angst?!?!

the. the the. "its awful out here socrates" "its dangerous out here socrates" "its lonely out here socrates" BECAUSE. YEAH IT IS!!!! thats what hes thinking now :(

but now lets dive into the shit i fucking made up

so basically the general overview of my Roby's Tragic (not really) Backstory™ is he like. had no friends growing up. other kids liked it when he was funny but didnt take him seriously cuz they also found him loud and annoying and difficult and weird and childish yada yada i have a whole fic about it but anyways

the whole song reminds me of that i must say.

back to canon now. the final chorus of tomcat disposables because lil bro had no idea this was happening💔💔💔💔💔💔 "was that all there was to this?" eugh😢 aurghr😢 EUAGH😢 i know roby doesnt die in canon but omg😢 it still hits😢 because that whole song is just blissful ignorance but then piecing things together when its already too late. "my mind held the same light as the one in your eyes" GODDDD. this invokes the sadness because ROBY LOVED BLECKT. HE DID. "one dies alone and why? dont know" AND THAT KIND OF THING, FROM SOMEONE SO CLOSE TO YOU, CANT BE EASY TO GRASP!! AT ALL! like. he knows the reason. but its still so hard for him to understand. at least the way i see it.

AAAAAHHH MY BOY :(

my boy :(

HOLY FLIP.

YES YES YES YES YE SYE EYS RAGHH RAGHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RGAHAHH RAGHH

EVERY ONE OF THE SONGS HERE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE WW SONGS???? ESPECIALLY WILLARD! HOLY FLIP YES IF YOU IGNORE THE CONTEXT OF WILLARD/RATMAN’S NOTEBOOKS /SILLY (I NEED TO READ RATMAN’S NOTEBOOKS ACTUALLY) IT’S SUCH A ROBY-CODED SONGGGGG

OW THE LAST ONE HURTS ME A,!!!!!!!!! HE WANTED BLECKT TO LOVE HIM AND TO BE LIKE A FATHER TO HIM. BUT BLECKT. BLECKT. OW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

we need more lore for roby’s family because holy flip??

i had another thought that is semi-related to ww because of ferryman uhhh

idk if you’ve listened to shayfer james but the song your father’s son from his album the owl and the elephant reminds me of roby, just replace it with your uncle’s nephew and it works??? roby is sometimes terrified of becoming just like bleckt

THATS JUST ANOTHER ROBY SONG TO THROW OUT THERE WOAGH

ALSO BACK TO WILL WOOD THAT’S ENOUGH LET’S GET YOU HOME IS A ROBYFYRE SONG OK

also. one more roby song. hand me my shovel im going in. either that or the song with five names ‼️‼️‼️‼️

WE CAN MAKE ANYTHING ABOUT WILLIAM WOODIAM 😈😈

[cartoonrival]

Maybe this doesn't count but days ago when you posted abt krbk i remember how i miss kirishima so much and their friendship djdjd they still haunt me, anyway do you have any analysis or though on them or kr? I don't have much except that i love that rock boy he's so darling and sparks joy to me but also i wanna see him mad, and snap and have his patience tested dunno i love how kr is a libra and has his thing with the "earth" element unbreakable quirk and bkg is a taurus with his whole explosions etc idk, im sorry if this got too long

edit after i wrote like 4 paragraphs of this post: this is like 1 mil disjointed thoughts abt kirishima and krbk its not structured at all and most of it is really loosely related. anyways >

first off this slides presentation was like the bible to 15 year old me. please keep in mind its a relic from 2017 or something. the only reason i still even have access to it is because i still use the same gmail lol. if whoever made that ppt found out i was posting about it they'd probably shoot me in the head. so im sorry for that. but its an important piece of history. For Me. it has alllll the staples of anime shipper copium so its a valuable relic.

i'm at a point where im too balls deep in krbk because ive been obsessed w them since i was a freshman in highschool that i have a hard time determining what is and isn't a stretch. i stand by most of the takes i had about bnha when i was younger but i also recognize that a lot of my reads of the characters are colored by whatever i cooked up back then. like how people forget what the source material is like cuz theyre fanon poisoned except instead of fanon its the takes of a single 15 year old who had an ego about doing well in english class. all of this to say that slides copium aside i am really really certain kirishima is gay coded but i can't tell if im saying that because its true or because i've been reading him as gay for almost 6 years.

anyways actual post instead of preface. kirishima is ultimately a tertiary character and he gets increasingly irrelevant as the series goes on which PISSES ME THE HELL OFF cuz he's my special boy. ultimately his plot relevance was almost entirely an immediate result of his closeness to bakugou; the overhaul arc is the first and kind of only major moment he has to stand On His Own (meaning as his own person rather than Bakugou's Best Friend), but even then his relationship with bakugou still plays a decent role. bakugou has been critical to the development of kirishima's self esteem to the point where "stupid strong" is something he thinks about to conjure the strength he needs to survive a hopeless situation.

side note, i really love the overhaul arc its one of my ult faves probably second only to kamino, but i think the anime really dropped the ball SPECIFICALLY HERE and i think about this all the time

^ so a big part of the fight w rappa was that kirishima goes in thinking he;s kinda lame. like that's whats at the core of this arc for kirishima, he thinks his quirk is lame and he thinks he's worse than all his classmates and hes always sort of been a coward when it came down to it and since coming to ua every instance of brashness and bravery has been fully conscious and intentional as he forces himself out of his shell to become who he wants to be. and overhaul is the Moment where that confidence and strength is being put to the test, without his classmates to lean on.

and he LOSES against rappa. its a fucked up matchup and he loses because his quirk is defensive and fatgum's quirk is defensive and rappa's quirk is the perfect opposite. but rappa is still impressed by him and he compliments him and shows fat where he can patch kirishima up. the core of rappa's reaction is that kirishima is a KID. this kid is 15 and he put up a hell of a good fight and i know he's gonna kick ass someday! that day isn't today but that doesn't mean he sucks! and having that dumbass smirk that the anime gave him just dodges that completely compared to the bleeding broken look in the manga. he LOST. he almost DIED because he wasn't strong enough and he is aware of that? he puts on a brave face and isn't entirely disappointed in himself but at the same time he. couldn't. whatever. he got back to the dorms and told mina he still had a long way to go. whatever i don't care.

anwyays ive said it before but i think it really reallyblows that krbk gets not even sidelined but basically forgotten cuz bakugou having like. a comfortable friendship is so wildly important and it's like the major reason he was able to grow enough to get to the point he's eventually at with deku. like most of baku's character development is not a direct result of interactions with deku it's the broadstroke result of interactions with ua as a whole, and kirishima "only person who bakugou views as his equal for no apparent reason other than he's gutsy and fun to be around" eijirou is pretty explicitly the centerpiece of that. he;s the first person to reach out to bakugou and bakugou actually reaches back. like their relationship is something genuinely good and its safe and its happy and with the insane turmoil of (im gonna use bakudeku as a unit term as i am wont to do but yk its platonic) bkdk that's like!! really important to me!!! especially with a story that takes a lot of care to run the casual silly teenager antics parallel to the superhero shit, i find the fact that bakugou has this sort of weird and stupid and embarrassing first crush thing happening w this loud and sweetie pie dude w stupid ass hair to be soooooooooooooo charming and fitting and awesome. it makes the story better! to me!

literally one of my fave faaaave things abt bnha is the care taken to like. make u feel engaged w the supporting cast and like reminding u that theyre individual people with personalities and likes and dislikes and relationships with each other and close friends and whatever. the fucking!!! room tours literally just to show everyone's decoration tastes and cute little interactions between characters and hearing their opinions on each other and stuff!! kaminari plays with ojirous tail during class! kirishima wears a bandana around his head at the end of the day because the hairspray doesn't hold as well and his hair starts flopping! the teachers do karaoke and ectoplasm can make more clones after a few drinks! and because that whole backdrop is built up with so much care, the idea that yes they are risking their lives and the world is falling apart, they're also still HIGH SCHOOLERS and they are still acting like it. so bkaugou's relationships outside of deku are reaaaally important to me because like. yes bkdk is the relationship the story is built around but the gradual building of relationships with his classmates is also important, relationships that are normal and relaxed and built on something other than 15 years of ego and competition and jealousy and admiration and hate and ego again. yk??????

^this is kind of why making a bnha comic has been appealing to me lately i just think their stupid antics are soooo cute and the fact that the story directly gives attention to that aspect of their lives is rly valuable to me ..... anyways Kirishima is a hero who is popular amongst men -_- This keeps me going

[astro-naut9]

I know nothing about your OCs, so consider this a request for any infodumps about any characters you feel like talking about.

Educate me about your lil' guys.

OH BROOOTHHERRRR OK SO !!! PREPARE TO READ VERY CONFUSING STUFF !! and trigger warnings for mentions of self-sabotaging and anything related to it.

this is Francis Wry !!

They're 16 and they use he/she/they pronouns! Their identity is loosely based off of me but so are my other characters tbh. ANYWAY!! He's a very chaotic person but also very caring towards his friends (alex)! They love destruction and they also love peace, which makes his morals questionable. Francis will do anything for his wants, as long as it doesn't affect his friends at all. He will go through lengths for it (will include self sacrifices and world destruction). BUT!! overall, he's not too complicated to understand. jsut that friends > others

ANYWAY !! story time

Francis, was legally named Vanessa, was born in a poor family of three (including him). She spent her time ltierally working for her family. anyway, no, she did not live with peace when she was with her family. BUT, she did find a friend, Neil, when they were both 7 years old and then they grew up together cuz their family is friends with each other and they have the same hobbies. (unfortunately i dont have pics of them tgt) however, this did not cure francis' depression (she didnt know she had it), so yeah !! anyway, long story short she unalived herself by jumping off a building BUT GUESS WHAT !!!! SHE DIED, BUT SHE GOT REVIVED !! TO ANOTHER WOOOORRLLLDDD !!!

with that process, lets go to the revival thingy first.

in order for people to be revived, alien scientists grab their wandering souls in their planet and bring them outside the universe (to the multiverse) where a rogue sun and planet travel. The souls are then magically revived by a god who the alien scientists had held hostage (the god does not mind the reviving too much, however, he wishes for them to treat him kinder). ANYWAY, the aliens then take dna from the deceased bodies and put it in a cloning machine.

no, the scientists does not care who they revive. it is for the sake of experiment.

so, that implies Francis was taken as an experiment :3

niszen is the scientist in charge of him. they have some sort of sibling bond as the scientists are tasked to act very kind to the subjects as a manipulation tactic, so their relationship is either genuine or just a hoax. Anyway, you could tell what francis went thru with the experiments as it had always been painful and exhausting. then one day he couldnt take it anymore and js went batshit crazy. with the mix of other dnas mixed in his blood, his strength and abilities were a bit crazy. with that, francis escaped from his cell and went to the fuel room. he grabbed jugs of gasoline and poured it eevrywhere he went. the aliens had a room filled with stuffs that are alien to them which was where he found the match box. this then led to him burning down the laboratory, causing it to explode yada yada. (there are details i didnt include because it will take this very long)

then he proceeded to live in the wild. since the planet, Astrylis, was made for the preference of different species, the woods was js like the woods from the Earth. anyway, he lived there for like 2 weeks until a grandma saw him and then helped him with ways and stuff. then he was exposed to the outside world after 4 months of in denial.

then he met uhh Alex!!

alex was 14 when they were 13 !! then they uh became best friends for 4 years (present time, which is 6036). anyway, i actually have no more to add unless im asked about specific things auuughgh but

anyways here are some of the uhh arts w them :33

i have more ocs but,, idrk,, i cant seem to describe some stuff without the questions beign specific for some reason??? but hey i hope i did give u a little about my guy here !!

[bulbabutt]

stupid shit ruby would do: if a cardboard box was anywhere within his reach and he was able to open it he would piss in it. like he would be so fast about it. now theres an open cardboard box on my kitchen table and im crying cuz i dont have to worry about that anymore. left a cup of milk out? he's not here to lick out the excess when you're not looking. loose hairband lying on the counter? hes not here to find it. my counters arent sat on, the litter box doesnt smell, and im sad. im sad that hes not here to forcibly sit on my lap and crush my bones, that it doesnt take every ounce of strength to sit up from the couch. im not worried when the front door opens that he's gonna get too curious. hes not getting shut in rooms he shouldnt. im not tripping over the stairs trying to avoid stepping on him. i dont have to break up cat fights on my lap. god i miss cat fights on my lap. id never let him sleep in my room because he'd find something to break, or something to knock over. he'd push me out of my twin bed so i couldnt let him in. i would sleep on the floor and give him the whole bed if i could right now. id risk him knocking anything over. he literally tried to sit on my ps5, and those things arent even boxes so you know that didnt work. his dumbass thought he could jump on top of my flatscreen tv, its literally half a cm thick so he got stuck half way, from the front you just saw his fat butt hanging over the top, he couldnt grip anything or move himself at all. he was stuck for literally 1 second before i picked him up it was so funny and stupid. he knew how to be annoying to get what he wanted, just such a cliche cat. had to put his bowl away from my other cats so he wouldnt get distracted and decide to eat her food. only need one bowl now and theres more leftovers every time. i couldnt make popcorn or grab a bag of shredded cheese without him begging for a piece. i miss being bothered. i miss finding him standing upright while he took a piss in the litter box. literally two paws on the wall, one foot in the box one on the side, you'd turn the light on and he'd be standing to piss and he'd look back at you like "do you mind?" he used to lick the inside of the bathtub faucet. youd be on the toilet and look over and he'd be in the tub tonguing it. he'd just started in our new house wiping his paws on the shower curtain super fucking loudly, i think the thick plastic confused him. god that was loud. he was so annoying on purpose and i loved it. everyone loved it. wake you up at 5am feed me feed me if you didnt get up in time it was ok well now im attacking this pen. ok now im attacking this cup. gonna knock the mouse off your desk.

i wanna be woken up at stupid hours. i want my tv watching to be annoying. i want the litter to stink as soon as i clean it. its fucking bullshit.

[the-rising-dawn]

”…I can try, though, even…even if I know I cannot truly express you in language…”

Dusk loosely wraps her arms around her knees, his size once again. Jessy notes that it seems to be almost second nature at this point; if they’re having a genuine or affectionate or serious conversation, she will put them on equal footing. She may be a goddess, she may have created the very grass they sit on, but he is her partner, her equal, and she will treat him as such.

She closes her teary eyes for a moment, lost in thought…

“…I thought you were a dream, once.

Something I’d made up. Maybe I’d created you. But only a fool could think my craftsmanship was that good…

…The surface is not a place I…easily understood. Not anymore; it is much like myself now. I doubt that shall easily change.

But it was too bright for my eyes and too broken for my heart.

Even my friends there were…too bright and so, so broken.

…I thought that was just how things were up there. Out of control. Essentially death spiraling. At all times. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t visit much after I had somewhere of my own.

…

…I didn’t…think you could’ve existed. You were too…soft, loving, kind…I thought I must’ve…hallucinated, or you were the best dream I’d ever had, or you were some being who knew e-exactly what to say to make me happy, to make me trust you, just so you could tear me apart in the end, o-or….

…

…That assessment, was, of course, incorrect. You’re here. You exist. And trust me when I say the surface is a beautiful place with you in it. You showed me that people there could be happy. On their own. Even if they’d been hurt, they could be happy and…and okay. Believe me when I say the stars shine brighter for you, my love.

…

…And even if you are some fleeting thought of mine, even if I wake up tomorrow and you’re gone and I am told I was asleep for…what is it, now, a week or two?…

…I wouldn’t mind going back. It would be worth it to just spend the day with you, just one more day, an hour, a minute, anything. Just to see you smile one more time, just to hear you say you love me.

…

If you’re a dream, I don’t want to wake up.”

She begins to sob into his shoulder…

good thing it's not a dream then

Cuz I don't think I would ever wake up either if it was

When I met you that first day, I don't think this ever crossed my mind, you're a goddes after all and im...I'm just some guy

But the more time we spent together made me realize I'm not just a guy, I'm your guy....

I think you sumed me up really nicely

*he holds her into a hug*

Remember when I said being small has its perks, it also has its downsides

Ive never held anyone like this in a very very long time

Im so glad it's you that I'm holding close

I love you, to the bottom of my heart

[whatthehelleeeer]

Tell me more about the everyone else left AU!

Okay so ive been thinkin about this au like ALL day long, there isnt too much facts mainly cuz i came up with it like at 7am when i woke up and i was hella busy all day, but so far theres SOME development:

So everyone in the pilot is denying the existence of the exit, obvs except pomni. But something tells me that ragatha, (despite being the second to join tadc) knows that theres an exit, no matter how much she denies it. One day, exit door is sending almost everyone insane. Caine is just like abscent and cant keep them sane. he has been missing for DAYS. caine is just a silly ai man, he got no wifi/j (also bubble left too)

And so ragatha is the sanest here, being the therapist friend ofc. She is trying her hardest to not abstract herself, meanwhile gangle is SWEARING that she saw exit door, just like pomni.(theres slight au lore to why gangle saw it, but shes just a silly ribbon.)

(also, im not giving too much away because i kinda am just setting a base start for this au, a foundation)

So kinger believes gangle, in this au, kinger and gangle hang out almost 24/7, which might be canon?? who knows. gooseworx is too vague for me to know if its canon or not.

And kinger is trying to keep gangle sane, along with ragatha. Ragatha is denying the exit, which only drove gangle even more insane. (side note, in this au, gangles comedy mask doesnt break as easily. also ill probably make a few sketches of insanity gangle)

At the end of the night, gangle couldnt calm down. Kinger had no idea what to do, but he believed her. Gangle eventually went to her room, but the lights in her room were on all night. In the morning, Ragatha decides to check on gangle cuz yk, who tf doesnt check on someone who had a psychotic breakdown. But when ragatha opens the door, gangle isnt there. but gangles room doesnt look like it belongs to an abstraction, it just looks normal, except for her desk. Gangle loves drawing, and her desk always has drawings or pencils on it. average artist shit. But this time there was nothing, it was clean. Gangle never cleans her desk, its always a mess. Ragatha searches the entire circus for gangle, but is unsuccessful for finding her. Ragatha tells kinger about this, kinger is devastated, i would be too though if my best friend just like disappeared though. 💀

Kinger, being the antisocial creature he is, stays in his fortress. Ragatha is worried about him all day. Ragatha starts connecting the dots: gangle saw the exit, and then gangle disappeared?

Ragatha decides to tell pomni about this. (pomni in this au has been in the circus for about 1-2 weeks now)

Pomni isnt shocked, she tries explaining that exit is real, but ragatha cant grasp the concept of it, its too overwhelming. i dont blame her tbh.

Ragatha, for days, tries finding caine and gangle. but they arent there.

One day, kinger disappears aswell. It was out of the ordinary. Kinger wasnt abstracted, his fortress was gone, but his room was left the same as it was before. Ragatha doesnt know how to deal with this, so she goes to pomni, praying that she will get at least some information off of her. Pomni is now in on the investigation, she stays up for DAYS trying to find everything out, but comes to the same conclusion as ragatha.

They just disappeared? or left? maybe some sort of abstraction? they didnt know.

Now,all who was left was ragatha, pomni, zooble, and jax.

Jax and zooble were quiet for the most part. in this au, theyre frenemies.

Jax still believed that ragatha was going insane, despite her being the sanest, but wtv. Zooble doesnt really have an opinion on it, but they do miss kinger and gangle, even if they dont say it.

And one by one, jax, zooble, and the NPCS/ais disappear, leaving ragatha and pomni by themselves.

Eventually, they just give up trying. Whats done is done and it cant be changed. Theyre loosing their minds but no matter what they do, they cant leave or abstract.

And so yea, that basically summarizes everything in the au so far. sorry about my rambling though, this is the first time ive gotten an ask on tumblr and i type way too much when i make posts, so. yea.

Anyways, probably gonna go cry because of how happy i am that people are finally seeing my account, sorta.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING BTWW AJNSSMSKDD

[nerves-nebula]

I dont feel like im academically knowledgeable enough about this to be pretentious about this but I recently come to realise how obnoxious I find people's obsession with immersion is. Like this idea that if something breaks their immersion that it's automatically a sign of bad writing.

And I understand why some people view it that way, because it can be in a lot of ways, a lot of the time inexperienced authors break your immersion unintentionally because they don't know how to immerse you to begin with.

But breaking your immersion isn't inherently bad, it just makes you aware that the work of fiction you're engaging with is a constructed object, and if a good author does this intentionally it can be an invitation to interrogate their intentions, and what your place is as the audiance.

This is the basis of a lot of metafiction, yet I see some people refuse to engage with moments of immersion breaking on the basis that it breaks their immersion there its bad.

Like im not expert, I certainly have not studied this topic in enough depth to be 100% confident about this but its just something I noticed and it bothers me

Anyway I need to read more about alienation and epic theatre

Just got off a 6 hour plane and am waiting to get onto a 10 hour one so brain fried . All I gotta add is that sometimes ppls immersion gets broken for dumb reasons too. Like when things don’t make logical sense in the “not making logical sense” genres. Sometimes it’s not even actually that immersion is broken but that a person isn’t interested in the story at all and just wants a reason to look smart about it. Immersion is a weird concept.

Me personally I have a vendetta against the concept of emotional whiplash, namely that it exists and is bad. I don’t think I really believe in either of those things (as they’re commonly talked about at least) and I think that people who can’t get into a story cuz of emotional whiplash are weak and will not survive.

Also I don’t care if inexperienced authors break immersion either I refuse to believe in good and bad authors. I really don’t care about any story telling rule. my only rules are do I like it and was it made with attention and interest and those things are completely subjective. As they should be.

I mean even things like “did the author do this intentionally” are sometimes impossible to tell. Something can seem super obvious and very intentional to everyone and you ask the author and they go “oh I didn’t do that in purpose”

Case in point I named loose stitches basically right before I started posting it and only after I’d been posting it for a while did someone point out that loose stitches could be seen as a reference to the main magic system, the literal strings what make up the entire world. The strings that weave and stitch everything together.

Is it a less fitting name cuz I didn’t see that obvious parallel? Are we going to argue that actually I did subconsciously mean to reference the magic system (that tbh I usually forget exists while writing the scripts) even tho the name is in reference to a few more literal and metaphorical events that’ll happen later in the comic?

This is the issue with thinking too much about authorial intent. It’s basically just an interesting game of gathering evidence to make the point that they did it all on purpose. But even if you get direct confirmation you’ll never know for sure what the author intended because authors change their minds, and forget, and lie out of embarrassment or something else, or decide they like your reading better and change it to that

Anyway none of that really has much to do with what you’re talking about here. I’m very tired

[theuniverseawakens347]

The deconomy of good hair and you racist sold out burnt coon bitches minded yo business - sending the white man more dumb reasons to be confused in our business and driving out our roots - yo ancestors hate you - maadam cj walker - HAY COUSIN BESTY ROOS …

Paula Barton I’m so fucking tired of you and got damn Coi leeway AUNTY who think she her mother “ she came out my coochie” - DARNIECE ! INCUE BABY IN THE BACK YOU FUCK BITCH GOT MY MOM RAPED N MISSCARRIED SO YOU CUD HAVE THAT LIL SHIT ( sorry Coi) YO FUCKING SLAVE CUZ BENZINO WASNT FUCKING YOU - WHATS YOUR LOVE N HIP HOP BABY MOMA BEN TO UR SON .. - AMINA BUTTERFLY TARA AND PETER OWNING YOU COUSIN BUT CLONE OF COI AALIAHY IVF INCEST DNA INCUE BABY FOR SOME BROKE FAT BACK DARK NIGGER ( since you wana be fucking coon and make n sell ya own LIGHTSKINS TO THE WHITE MAN FOR MONEY- PATHETIC SHIT HEADS - BENZINO AND THE FAT BITCH )

** incomplete sentence cause you hos IS ROAD WET N PUT AWAY SAGGY ** INDIA MOM TOO - GOLDEN KURLS - ALL YOU BITCHES WHO LOOK LIKE ME - THE ONE IN THE CAR

4:07 am .. ya moms taught you bullshit bout hair another “distract a nigga” tactic from making RRAL LIFE MOVES

“Naw this what good hair looks like” - YEAH BITCH WHEN IT GROW.

How many of you burnt yours cause you got so focused on a fucking pattern!??

PAULA FUCKTARD RACIST BARTON WHY THE RADIO BIG BOY N THA GOD KNOW YO BITCH ASS NAME REMY MA YANDY!??

LEE GARLINGTON LOSING AS YOU! 😡🖕 -

I DONT NEET A WET LOOKING CURL PATTERN TO BE MY DAMN DADDY DAUGHTER YOU STUPID FUCKS GIVE ANYONE MONEY N SHELTER BASED ON SUPERFICIAL FUCKING LOOKS N BEHAVIORS. - CLIMATE AND GENES WHY THEY GOT LOOSE WHITE PPL HAIR

Vs me FULL FUCKING BLACK - AFRICAN ROOTS NOT TOUGHED. - A PURE PITBULL YOU DUMB ASS RACIST BITCH.

YO SHIT GROW!? YES!

THEN ITS GOOD HAIR.

You got loose wet looking curls or jasmean length n thickness , COOL NICE IVF BABIES STEALING MY GENES N MIXING THEM W WHITE MAN..

- 3D incue printer babies

CHRISSY TIEGEN HOW YOU MAKE YR LIL MIJA!?

“I picked EACH TRAIT”

OKAY YOU FAKE FUCKING ROBOTS - SEX DOLLS TYRA BANKS MOVIE LET A REAL REINCARNATED FAMILY SPEAK.

Paula Barton you my cousin thru my daddy

DWAYNE… #1 … thing 2 . = THE WHITE MAN MAKING US BORING AND EASY TO LOOK AFTER - INCEST GROOMING OFF NAME N HAIR N SEPARATING THE FAMILY THEN BRING EM BACK AS A “friend” LEAVE OUT COUSIN - BERMUDA TRADE THRU THE STATES … make this cluster grow up here DC military bases but log em RELATED TO THIS LA CLUSTER .. then HOPE NIGGERS STAY IN THEY PLACE AND ONLY TRAVEL W THE WHITE MANS MILITARY PLATOONS - OH WE GOT A CALL TO GO WEST ERUOPE OKAY PACK A NIGGER WHERES THEIR FAMILY LOGGED THERE HMMM MAYBE THEYLL BABY SIT THEIR OWN KIDS AND WE SEX THE WOMEN IN KIDS N TOWN - OMG YOU DUMB COON YOU SLEPT W YO COUSINS ( im leave that part out) YOU FIRED CAUSE NOW YOU GOT A KID W AN UGLY BITCH OR

HERES A RAISE TAKE UR GIRL TO GET MARRIED BRING HER BACK TO THE STATEs ( haaay start of green card marriages ELLIS ISLAND) .. then while you back on the bases for work, PASS UR WIFE AROUND AND TIME IT WHERE YOU COME

Home she pregnant BUT YOU THINK ITS UR BABY!

- THANK YOU MAYA ANGELOUgh .. OPRAH PURPLE. CECELY

[pokefanbri]

I've always been open about this but not by much. I just keep it to myself due to ridicule from friends or family, idk how the public would react. I was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia in 2009 when I was 19 years old. My auditory "hallucinations". Would drive anyone mad being that I've been dealing with it for 16 yrs now. It's always been like a quest on just trying to find out where it comes from or who it is, the source of these disembodied voices in my mind. Whether spirits, angels, someone on the other side of the 🌎, or demons cuz they be lurking. And now into my 30s have evolved into visual hallucinations. A mystery that I wanna know too. There is a research facility at the U of A here in Tucson that involves psychic activity research that I would love to check out.

I held it together while dealing with hard challenges in life, it's difficult to cope with. At first the voices were so loud that music with headphones wasn't able to drown it out. But as I grow, & come closer to God, it becomes a gift and easier to control. Since the bad was washed away, it's become a part of me. I have been baptized 3 times in my life so far cuz sometimes being a good girl I slip lol & nobody is perfect. However after each baptism I get this euphoric feeling and I know that I'm surrounded by angels and I feel like the veil has been lifted it's really cool. I believe I'm connected somehow to Him & the angels. But the darkness still lurks around every corner. I feel evil presences I even hear them talking to me but of course I talk back with attitude when I probably shouldn't. Things tapping on my closet door I even imagine being dragged under my bed. I've saved my mom's apartment and it just made things worse for a time. I saw advice from Christian friends and even my pastor and they have told me that when you try to get rid of a demon they just bring more especially when you're not qualified to cleanse.

The more difficult the challenge, the more unhappy I am, the more I want to die. But God has gotten me through a lot, He can get me through it all I know it. But I also know I can't just play into the devil's hands, let his demons win messing with my head & emotions, I know better now

Its a long story, since 09 the bad took over but owned it since discovering my faith. 😈 may still wanna get at me & hate me w/a passion, which is explains my terrible life he must hate my ass. But God's power & light is so much greater, & protected w/the ✝️ on my chest, 😈 can try 😒

" paranoid schizophrenia" by doctors. But I know what I'm hearing. No friends or family ever believes me or wants to hear it, so I suffer in silence. It's just a matter of finding out what it is & the source. I have foresight in precognitive dreams ie Deja Vu since I was 4, Im sure alot of people have that but for me it can be frequent & never make amy sense as its visions of random happenings in my life weeks or months in advance. I have rare visions whilst awake of which God shows me, like when I meditated & spoke to Him before my babtism which I thought was pretty cool. I've been known to have telepathy with others & has been a cool experiment with other spiritual friends, & automatic writing to where the pen writes itself while holding it loosely.

"Schizophrenic" since 09 but Supernatural things happening for quite a while, & just evolving since. I'd get help for this issuse but idk how or where to start, sorta self taught. Doctors just want me to suppress it, but my new doc said if it makes me happy I don't have to.

It is conflicting with my faith cuz I know the Bible says beware of psychics & magicians in the same verse. We aren't supposed to know all mysteries in the universe cuz faith. But what happens when one of those mysteries involves you, wouldn't you wanna know? What if God chose u for something? What if it's a miracle?

And what if it's not exactly psychic activity per se. Cuz all God's children are prophets of the Lord. The signs are happening now of the end of days & the children are seeing visions of the end, I had 1 myself. When you're childlike u inherit the kingdom of heaven. He's warned us plenty of times.

Maybe it's easier than we think. Maybe, it doesn't have to be so complicated. Maybe He's easing us into it & Revelations isn't as horrific as it seemed in the Bible, but did its job into putting the fear of God into me lol. Life's too short, but what do I do with it, where do I go from here? After all the hell I've been through, & I'm still at entry level jobs with just customer service options. What if, more than 1 Angel is here, more than 2 or 3, chillin til it happens, & we live our lives while we can before it's all gone. I've met Gabriel, he's a pretty awesome dude, curly blonde hair, walks with a staff & like his wings are too heavy for him lol. Just doing his thing being the messenger of God, however flawed like us all.

We just don't know. Maybe we'll never know, & even with our faith we still try to peice it all together like a puzzle til it fits, as humans do being naturally curious. My grandpa was a code breaker in the war, I kinda take after him that way. I'm very wise & I do like to decode in a way. We just gotta Believe, be ready for anything & to go home.

How did I start talking about my issuse & gifts, & it ends up becoming Biblical 😂 that always happens I get riled up & the holy spirit kinda just takes over lol. Yo just Believe aight. Trust me, I've experienced miracles myself, He keeps me afloat. Yes I may come off as crazy, but a lot of girls are technically lol

Mark 9:23

Must add we have free will & it shouldn't condemn us regardless of some choices, if God has a purpose for us let it be. Bible tho it's all truth, is outdated, they wrote it from during that time & how they could describe things from that period. Jesus took in misfits like us ✝️

He understands us completely. I don't like to say idolize either regarding celebs, it's adore or is a role model. Cuz of the outdatedness of the Bible I personally just like to focus on the stories of Jesus or Revelations, psalms & Proverbs is good too. He loves us so much ✝️

The start of this post I was crying so hard 😭 like I usually do due to severe depression. But now I'm as light as a feather, now I feel so much better ty God. My past has broken me quite a bit & even my family sucks so much that I pray for a new 1. My name partially means "high" & I wish I has bud rn lol.

Origionally this was on twitter however I realized that it doesn't belong there because it's too long. Made for a blog anyway I have a bad habit of typing too much. I was working on a book & like an idiot I lost all my things in Vegas including my flash drive with my life story on it, that's not finished yet. But I knew I still had it on my laptop at home. Vegas would make for some good chapters lol gotta get around to writing again.