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pauline bestie pls don't read this there are spoilers for the campaign

so. i have messaged every member of the party and said "hey, what if in my new campaign you will play some race disguised as other race and the main goal of your character will be to remain their real identity secret at all costs? i'll give you special amulet for this, and you can have extra gold or some simple magic item. we two will have so much fun". now we have:

– evil (?) bugbear assasin with mission to kill one of the party's members or npcs (he has to figure who is his target) disguised as a little human cleric boy

– lawful good elf (oath of redemption paladin), expect she accidentally trapped the soul of ancient demonic wizard inside herself and she gets possessed sometimes

– other player is gonna play disguised as other race, she hasn't figured out what she wants to do with this concept yet

– pauline's character is probably going to be the only one who knows that the others are not who they say they are

i am going to have so much fucking fun. we're literally going to play among us, expect everyone is impostor and almost everyone think that they are the only one like this.

in sitcom modern au, athena is an elderly uni voleyball team coach/pe teacher who had trained odysseus (who was also the captain of the team) before he decided to quit; she was VERY pissed of by this, because she thought ody was wasting his potential.

guess what? years later telemachus is on the same voleyball team. odysseus never really mentioned that he played voleyball in uni, so after telemachus calls his parents to tell them about his amazing coach named mrs. pallas, odysseus is like "huh. what an inspiring mentor indeed. i'm sure she didn't yell at you for the life decisions you made."

also a bunch of random headcanons:

– athena sends heroes on quests in every universe, expect in this one the heroes are students and the quests are something like "go to the nearest store and grab some canned olives for me. here's the money."

– she is retired from military (and probably was kicked out of the house when she was younger, but i'll think of it, since it kind of messes up timeline)

– mrs. pallas can be harsh or strict sometimes, but she loves her team dearly, even if she doesn't admit it. also her coaching style mainly consists of lots and lots of strategy

– team is called "warriors of the mind", and they have an owl for a mascot :)

– as the years go, athena lets students (and herself) have more fun, because, you know. no longer fighting to be known.

– she does all the coach/teacher things. if you're wondering – yes, she does call telemachus "odysseus" sometimes. yep.

I almost finished a FanFiction but my English is horrible and even my eyes were bleeding while I was reading it, it is that bad. So I don't think I'll ever post it.

The first time I saw you, my gaze only lingered on you for a few seconds. You didn't stand out, instead blended into the colorful sea of humans.

The second time I saw you, we were in a cozy cafeteria. It turned out we share some friends, yet somehow we avoided eachother by accident. I had a headache that day. Everything was too loud, too messy, too bright. Weirdly, when I looked at you, my eyes didn't hurt.

The third time I saw you was in the school corridor. You were speaking to someone, intensively focusing on what he was saying and laughing carefreely when he told a joke. I didn't hear as beautiful laugh as yours before.

The fourth time I saw you, it was actually me, who searched for you. I found you at the library, reading a book in a small corner. Then you looked at me, and something inside of me flipped.

The fifth time I saw you was in a club. I didn't want to go there but my friends dragged me to it. You were there too, and when our eyes met, I felt calm, despise being in an overcrowded place that made me uncomfortable. We danced and talked a lot. It felt nice.

The sixth time I saw you it was on a sport event. You were playing with your teammates in basketball. You looked really cool. Your team won the golden medal and I wanted to go congratule but a girl beat me. She ran to you and hugged you so tight, I tought she was going to squise the life out of you. But then something happened that hurt me like crazy. You hugged her back, and smiled so happily, it was almost blinding. I didn't know you had a girlfriend.

When I saw you for the seventh time, we were already seniors. I was busy and you were busy but somehow still crossed paths at the grocery store. We talked again after many months. You told me that you and your girlfriend broke up. I felt horrible by the fact that I internioally cheered when I heard it.

The eighth, nineth, tenth and the other times went flying. We met more frequently, talked much more and after some time, you asked me out for a date, then to be your girlfriend. I, of course said yes.

Then the years flew, and I was already your fiancée. We were happy. We were going to get married. One time we had a very ugly fight. You stormed out of the door and went for a ride with your bike. I was angry at you.

The last time I saw you was when they closed your coffin. You died in an accident. The night when we had a fight and you went out to calm yourself. A car driver fell asleep while driving and crashed into you. You died on the spot. I have so many regrets. The last words I said to you were untrue. I hope you know that I didn't regret meeting you. That the first time I laid my eyes on you made my whole life better. I'm sorry yours ended too quickly for me to pay back.

I love you, forever.

how to tell a person that calls me a psychopath that i'm full of love? how to tell a person that calls me a fake person that i love to love and i hate to hate but i hate with all my arms but i love with all my chest? how to tell a person that calls me emoisa that i like to see people laughing and smiling even if i don't like the person? how to tell all these people in my life that i love as bright as the sun and that it feels like a big weight down my chest and that i hate it but i love it? how to tell all these people in my life that i love them through "i love you's" thrown around randomly? that i love them through my face rubbing on every surface of them? that i love them through hugs and head pats and heart emojis and starred messages and meows and feet on laps and insults and touch and touch and touch and touch

Am I the only one who NEEDS an RPG-style Batman game? Where you make choices, customize your character, fight villains (WITHOUT BEING A TURN RPG 🤢), interact with characters from the saga, create your "own" story in game... I'm desperate, I NEED more games like this. Like Hogwarts Legacy or that South Park game for video game (I don't remember the name). I love these types of games, but I rarely find one. If you know of any, I welcome recommendations 😸

Aph and Miguel Spider-Man Kiss

Hey yall :3 like I said in one of my last posts I'm gonna be uploading some old art, in this case it's my first full rendered drawing of Migs and Aph! I'm also uploading a one-shot of Aph and Miguel so enjoy! Again just take into account, writing is not my strong suit and English is not my first language so bare with me!

(Dividers by @/saradika-graphics)

King of My Heart (A StarFangs Fic)

Aph had been having the best couple months of her life, even though her relationship was a secret, it was a secret she was willing to keep for the sake of her peaceful bliss.

She and Miguel had finally told each other how they felt and talked things through to become a couple.

It was the best day of her life when he said he loved her too, though for now they were keeping things secret, knowing this would cause so many issues if anyone found out.

'How can something so good and so comforting be so nerve wracking?' She thought to herself as she was doing some research on a new anomaly that would appear on Earth-928, aka 2099.

Before those anxious thoughts could keep plaguing her mind, she saw a big blue clad hand place a small chocolate box in front of the paper she was working on.

"Miguel?" She looked up to see her now partner who had just given her a small chocolate box in the shape of a heart.

He kissed her temple and cheek softly "You looked stressed, thought I would bring you something, mi tesoro"

She chuckled opening the chocolate box and putting one of the chocolates in her mouth, they were all filled with something, be it caramel, coffee, strawberry, orange, etc. "I thought we were trying to be discreet, Migs"

"We are" he whispered softly in her ear "I know there is no one near to see me be soft with you..."

"Fair enough" She stated with a chuckle as she took another chocolate from the box and popped it into her mouth, this one was strawberry filled "We are going to have to catch an anomaly tonight, it's going to be appearing downtown from what Lyla could scan"

"I will go, I don't want you to-" He was silenced by Aph stuffing a chocolate into his mouth "H-hey!"

"We, hear me clearly, we are going together" She said as she kept working "I know you worry about me now that we are together but we both know I can handle myself just fine, besides you are going to be there"

Miguel nodded begrudgingly, chewing and swallowing the small caramel stuffed chocolate Aph had used to silence him with a pout on his lips.

"This are really good, but I thought they only sold them near valentine's day, mi cielo" She questioned, she had told Miguel she liked those dumb and corny boxes of chocolates they sold on valentine's day before, just a one off comment she thought he would forget.

"I may or may not have found an earth where they sell them year round" He said with a soft and guilty laugh as he hugged Aph from behind while she worked, nuzzling his face against her hair and neck, sighing really content.

"Ay dios mio...." She said with a laugh, pressing her pale cheek against her boyfriend's tan one "You really went to that type of trouble just to get me the chocolates I like?" She asked and he nodded, moving his head to the side to kiss her cheek.

"You are really sweet, I kinda enjoy being the only one who can see this side of you" She leaned her head onto his, rubbing their cheeks together.

"Just for you, tesoro" He mumbled still hugging her very content.

That night Aph and Miguel went to fight the anomaly Aph had been researching, it wasn't a difficult one, just a variant of the Lizard.

Aph was finishing up capturing the anomaly, using her webs to tie him up.

"Hey, Aph" Miguel tried to get her attention.

"Mhmm?" She looked up to see what he needed, a little curious on what he might say.

"I'll take care of him and send him to HQ, can you stay here a sec?"

Aph looked a little confused on why he wanted for her to stay here but she did as she was asked, 'Probably another anomaly appeared' She thought.

Miguel opened a portal, taking the anomaly with him and then coming back. He took Aph in his arms, throwing her over his shoulder as he laughed.

Aph was laughing too "Miguel! What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take you somewhere, close your eyes for me, just...trust me, ok?" She nodded while still laughing.

She did as asked and closed her eyes, letting Miguel take her to wherever it was that he wanted to go.

She felt the wind on her hair and face as he swung through the city, the rough landings as he would land on the side of a building and had to use his talons to stay on it making her body jump and jostle around but she trusted him to not let her fall.

Finally the rough ride stopped and Miguel put her down on the floor.

"You can open your eyes" He said with a nonchalant tone.

She opened her eyes, her hands covering her mouth in surprise "Ay mi solecito"

They were on top of one of the buildings in Nueva York, up high enough so that everyone on the street looked like ants.

He had layed a blanket on the roof of the building and brought food and drinks to make an improvised picnic.

Aph chuckled "When did you have the time to do this?"

"Believe me it wasn't easy, Didi almost saw me a couple of times when I was preparing it" He sits down and beckons her to also sit by giving her his hand.

She took it gladly letting him help her sit down "Well almost caught or not, this is very thoughtful, thank you" She kissed his cheek gently, barely a peck, a hand on his other cheek to support herself.

He put a hand over the one she had on his cheek, keeping it there as he caressed it softly.

Right there, in that moment, he didn't look as tired as he always did, the lines of annoyance and anger in his face softening at the sight of her, the one person he could trust, his amor, his corazón, his lunita.

The world didn't seem so dull whenever they were around each other.

They drank out of red plastic cups, eating the food that Miguel had brought.

They talked about non important things but in the eyes of the both of them it didn't seem like it.

In that moment, the world seemed full of color, it was all pure bliss as they hugged under the stars and the moon.

Taglist (Open): @sweetimpurity @sweetimpurityloves @bluemadnessstuff @stressedmacaronisalad

1,2,4 for ask game !

Oh! okay!!

1. how do you know when someone becomes your obsession?

at first I don't truly realize that? until I start having like this possessive thoughts, and large amounts of jealousy yeah. I'm pretty jealous. It's like, pretty unconscious, I don't choose who is going to be my obsession and who's not.

And idk why I feel like, like my feelings are going to burst out at some point

2. what is the most taxing thing you’ve done for your obsession? (or ex obsession!)

uhmm, I guess patience? I'm not patience, and I'm pretty possessive and I want like, attention all the time, so, it's pretty tiring having to wait to this person to have time for me, and I'm always insisting too JDKSFHK. But at the same time it's pretty exhausting

4. what songs do you associate with obsession and love?

Oh! I have a few!! I love talking about music JSHDAJKD

I guess- Neighbour by Mother Mother, Telephone by Waterparks, Always Forever by Cults, Suki Suki Daisuki by Jun Togawa andd I think those are the ones I remember at the moment!!!

ask game ★

So i wanted to larn how to do art in 3d, so googled some totorials for beginers and found this cool totorial on how to make a dounat...

So anyway here is my dounat:

As you can see, i am very good at follwing instractions :)

Teen!Omega aesthetic for my mini modern-au TBB story.

Madelyn Cline is not my first or best choice for Omega live-version but she gives suitable vibes for story.

am i the only one who just hates mirrors? like i can stand them in real life but if i’m watching a film (especially horror movies) or reading a book and there is a mirror i feel like it always implies something negative, like self-hatred or shame or betrayal

idk but if you think about it, if we relate mirrors to negative concepts in films we also start to relate them in real life, and just as so we link those “bad” things with our reflection

isn't that a problem? like we unconsciously end up hating ourselves because of culture, if an author reflects their pain in metaphors we relate the objects of those metaphors with the original pain and, consequently, with the real life, with our lives

Just what?

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'One of the most polluting people on the earth'

well im pretty sure she's responsible for less pollution than the male, white shareholders of the 100 companies responsible for most of earths pollution.

Im sure most 'information' about her being a 'self serving' feminist are are bullshit. When has Taylor Swift done something that self-serves only her? Does she slut shame other woman? Does she pay unfair wages based on gender?

Taylor Swift speaks about gender based problems in the music industry becouse that is her main expirience. She has critisized the medias & the publics view on her multiple times for having double standarts on women and men in the music industry and for celebraties in general. This is not a problem applying to only her, but to all women in the public eye.

Saying that she can't speak about her problems just becouse she is the biggest female star right now is ridiculous. Especally then, she should raise her voice.

Yes, Taylor Swift is a billionnaire.

And Yes, she should speak about Palastine and voice her opinion publically.

But I wont' stand by when people are attacking young women for liking something, and I wont stand aside when people are shifting the blame.

(Im not talking about those crazy, racist, obsessive (mostly american) 'Fans' who can't see reason and follow their celebraty like a sect leader. Those can die for all I care)

While Taylor Swift is not the perfect example of a feminist leader, she has done something.

She has positioned herself against the right wing assholes, and supported the equality act.

She purchases carbon credits, which is not a lot, but more than many of her collegues have done.

She has no racial or sexist slurs in her music, which many of the great male musicians of this time do. They get no shit for it, its even normalised. Fuck them for supporting patriarchy AND gaining benifit. These Fuckers are shameless, and we should be way angrier at them for treating abusive language like it can be thrown around easily.

Instead of hunting down and shouting the names of the men mostly responsible for climate change, and calling out large musicians for using sexist language, we are calling attention to Taylor Swift. Why?

Why argue with white terfy obsessive 'fans' who can't see reason and won't change their mind?

Why blame young girls for liking a big celebraty?

Im not saying that there aren't any reasons to critizise Taylor Swift. But there is a place and time for that. (And better arguments than those the media has preyed on, come on)

But that place shoudn't take up so much space in media, not when there are more important problems.

So please stop talking about Taylor Swift, she's not the problem.

Patriarchy is.

(Im also pretty sure the media is feeding us with that hateful shit so we stop thinking about important stuff.

Oh, another femicide? Mass extinction? Male white 'supremacy' is killing the planet for money & the worker class is massively exploited?

But look, Taylor Swift is on another trip, polluting the air with 1000% more than the average person!

(Good thing it keeps us from realising companies are using billions on billions of CO2 to keep production costs down.)

Swifties need to get a grip and understand their idol is one of the most polluting people on the planet, doesn't care for them, and is a self-serving white feminist at most. She's a billionnaire too. When 90% of the antiracist crowd made up from PoC says something, I listen. And as a queer person I just don't care, she's not doing anything for us either. She's also weirdly silent about Palestine, you know?

I got inspired by @trubblegumm 's AU. I wanted to make a version of Mikey that is like BB leo.

I got inspired by @trubblegumm 's AU. I wanted to make a version of Mikey that is like BB leo.

Warning - Torture, dehumanization, trauma, dissociation.

Pain. That was what Danny had been waking up to ever since his parents found he was Phantom, and he started living in a cell in the GIW facility about a month ago.

Everything hurts, even with his enhanced healing, his body can't sustain the amount of damage his given in the daily. The lack of ambient ectoplasm in his cell doesn't help either. What's worse is that he knows this base line pain is nothing compared to how he'll feel before he goes to sleep that night.

Danny shrunk on himself, hugging his legs close to his chest. He wanted to try to go back to sleep, he had heard today's "session" was saved for the afternoon, something about the Fenton's wanting to prepare a special gift to honor their lost little boy's birthday.

Right, today was supposed to be his birthday, he had forgotten. It's not like it mattered, he was sure he wasn't going to like his pa- the Fenton's gift.

He hugged his legs with more force, shutting his eyes and trying to just drift away, forget everything.

Then, the pain stopped, not in the way it did when the numbness in his mind helped him forget there was pain. No, the pain disappeared, like it didn't exist to begin with. He didn't feel his constraints either, nor the cold of the floor, in fact, he's sitting in something soft... When did he sit down?

- kiddo, you there?

Danny shut his eyes open and looked to his side. A man in his mid-twenties with black hair and blue eyes was looking at him with a frown. He wasn't in a white suit, nor a hazmat suit, he wasn't from the GIW, what was he doing in his cell? Were they letting people come look at him like he was a circus attraction now?

- tt, were you asleep still? You're supposed to be prepared for this to happen. I can't believe Drake's soulmate is so incompetent.

A boy on the other side of the table said. A table? There weren't any tables in his cell, the only thing "decorating" his cell is a toilet...

Danny looked around, he wasn't in his cell anymore, he was at a dinner table, a huge dinner table. There were seven people sitting at the table with him, but Danny couldn't get himself to focus on anyone, he instead looked back at his hands, hands that weren't burning.

Not his hands. These were definitely not his hands. His hands had a plate drilled into them with his code as a GIW property.

They had found fascinating how his hands healed around the metal. They had found even more fascinating how it healed as good as new when they took it out, and how it healed around it again when they drilled a new one in.

These hands didn't have any metal drilled into it. They were paler than his in human form, but he was sure they were human hands, there weren't any green undertones.

- Did you not know about the soulmate swap? A mark should have appeared in your wrist, like, last week.

A blond girl sitting a couple chairs to his right said.

Soulmate swap? Fuck. He couldn't help when his hands started trembling. Of course he wouldn't know he had a soulmate, only 30% of people have one.

He looked at this body's wrists, his stylized combination of a D and P was sitting there. Ancients, that meant his wrists had some sort of mark from his soulmate, but with the constraints on his wrists...

The "swap bodies when the younger turns 16" being extremely low in Danny's priorities, so sue him if he didn't try checking either.

Hell, they were going to experiment on his body while some other person was in it! His soulmate will have to suffer being in a body that's in constant pain and they will have to go through whatever the Fenton's had prepared for that day.

Even if they screamed that they were not him, nor his par- the Fenton's nor the GIW believe him sentient enough to have a soulmate!

Danny was starting to feel light headed.

- Hey, hey, I need you to breathe with me kid.

Breath, right, breathing, this body needs to breathe. This body is completely alive, he can feel some liminality in it, but it isn't like his half death body. He can't just stop breathing to avoid hyperventilating as he usually does.

Danny tried to take deep breaths, following the man who had first talked to him when he got there. It was hard to not just start hyperventilating.

Fuck, the universe is really trying to kill him, isn't it? There's no way he's soulmate will know how to hide a core from crazy scientists experimenting on him. He probably doesn't even know what a core is! Danny had worked hard to keep it hidden all this time, had done his best to stop the GIW and the Fenton's from knowing cores even existed!

Wait... If they find his core, and somehow manage to shatter it while playing with it, will it even be him the one who died!? Was his soulmate gonna die in his body!?

... And he was hyperventilating now.

- Kid! Kid! Deep breaths, common, you can do this, deep breaths.

Danny tried to focus on breathing again, but the idea of his soulmate dying wouldn't leave him. So between shattered breaths he asked:

- W-what... Happens if one.... Of us dies... Whi- while in the other body!?

Even with his sight completely blurry, he was sure all the people at the table had stood up. The man who was helping him breath looked like he needed someone to help him through now.

Non understandable screams overlapped over each other for a minute or so, until someone screamed "Enough!" And silence fell once more over the table. The man recovered quickly, and kneeled in front of him, taking his hands and looking him in the eyes.

- Hey, I need you to breathe. We can solve whatever is giving you that worry, but I need you to calm first. Can you do that for me?

Danny wanted to laugh at the idea that they would be able to do anything. His friends broke in multiple times the first week, and failed every attempt, until the security grew to the point they couldn't come in.

His mo- Madeline bragged about the security finally stopping the brainwashed kids from coming in after the first week without alarms in the middle of a "session".

His friends were people used to breaking into GIW facilities in rescue missions, if they couldn't get him out, then how would these random people do it? It was an ignorant promise. But this man's eyes were full of worry that reminded him of his sister, so even if he knew it was hopeless, he nodded, and tried to calm down.

DpxDC soulmate swap

I keep seeing these soulmate AUs that when the younger one is a certain age the soulmates swap bodies.

Now, what about the vivisection/ bad reveal Danny, who is legally being experimented on by the GIW (NOT Ghost King AU), who wakes up during a family dinner, not realising he's awake at first, only for the family to tell him "Yes, this is a soulmate swap, and yes we ARE your soulmates family." He immediately goes to leave and says he will rescue himself- Que panicked family says that they'll get the heroes, only for Danny to laugh in their faces and go, "What are they going to do? Everything that's happening to me is completely legal. Me murdering my way to my body is not. Anyway, hopefully, my soulmate is screaming and thrashing around enough that they sedate them; I've grown numb to the pain, so they don't usually bother anymore". Danny just casually stealing a car/motorbike and driving away

I can't think of who would be the soulmate. Honestly, all of the cross-ship pairings could work.

Warning - Torture, dehumanization, trauma, dissociation.

Pain. That was what Danny had been waking up to ever since his parents found he was Phantom, and he started living in a cell in the GIW facility about a month ago.

Everything hurts, even with his enhanced healing, his body can't sustain the amount of damage his given in the daily. The lack of ambient ectoplasm in his cell doesn't help either. What's worse is that he knows this base line pain is nothing compared to how he'll feel before he goes to sleep that night.

Danny shrunk on himself, hugging his legs close to his chest. He wanted to try to go back to sleep, he had heard today's "session" was saved for the afternoon, something about the Fenton's wanting to prepare a special gift to honor their lost little boy's birthday.

Right, today was supposed to be his birthday, he had forgotten. It's not like it mattered, he was sure he wasn't going to like his pa- the Fenton's gift.

He hugged his legs with more force, shutting his eyes and trying to just drift away, forget everything.

Then, the pain stopped, not in the way it did when the numbness in his mind helped him forget there was pain. No, the pain disappeared, like it didn't exist to begin with. He didn't feel his constraints either, nor the cold of the floor, in fact, he's sitting in something soft... When did he sit down?

- kiddo, you there?

Danny shut his eyes open and looked to his side. A man in his mid-twenties with black hair and blue eyes was looking at him with a frown. He wasn't in a white suit, nor a hazmat suit, he wasn't from the GIW, what was he doing in his cell? Were they letting people come look at him like he was a circus attraction now?

- tt, were you asleep still? You're supposed to be prepared for this to happen. I can't believe Drake's soulmate is so incompetent.

A boy on the other side of the table said. A table? There weren't any tables in his cell, the only thing "decorating" his cell is a toilet...

Danny looked around, he wasn't in his cell anymore, he was at a dinner table, a huge dinner table. There were seven people sitting at the table with him, but Danny couldn't get himself to focus on anyone, he instead looked back at his hands, hands that weren't burning.

Not his hands. These were definitely not his hands. His hands had a plate drilled into them with his code as a GIW property.

They had found fascinating how his hands healed around the metal. They had found even more fascinating how it healed as good as new when they took it out, and how it healed around it again when they drilled a new one in.

These hands didn't have any metal drilled into it. They were paler than his in human form, but he was sure they were human hands, there weren't any green undertones.

- Did you not know about the soulmate swap? A mark should have appeared in your wrist, like, last week.

A blond girl sitting a couple chairs to his right said.

Soulmate swap? Fuck. He couldn't help when his hands started trembling. Of course he wouldn't know he had a soulmate, only 30% of people have one.

He looked at this body's wrists, his stylized combination of a D and P was sitting there. Ancients, that meant his wrists had some sort of mark from his soulmate, but with the constraints on his wrists...

The "swap bodies when the younger turns 16" being extremely low in Danny's priorities, so sue him if he didn't try checking either.

Hell, they were going to experiment on his body while some other person was in it! His soulmate will have to suffer being in a body that's in constant pain and they will have to go through whatever the Fenton's had prepared for that day.

Even if they screamed that they were not him, nor his par- the Fenton's nor the GIW believe him sentient enough to have a soulmate!

Danny was starting to feel light headed.

- Hey, hey, I need you to breathe with me kid.

Breath, right, breathing, this body needs to breathe. This body is completely alive, he can feel some liminality in it, but it isn't like his half death body. He can't just stop breathing to avoid hyperventilating as he usually does.

Danny tried to take deep breaths, following the man who had first talked to him when he got there. It was hard to not just start hyperventilating.

Fuck, the universe is really trying to kill him, isn't it? There's no way he's soulmate will know how to hide a core from crazy scientists experimenting on him. He probably doesn't even know what a core is! Danny had worked hard to keep it hidden all this time, had done his best to stop the GIW and the Fenton's from knowing cores even existed!

Wait... If they find his core, and somehow manage to shatter it while playing with it, will it even be him the one who died!? Was his soulmate gonna die in his body!?

... And he was hyperventilating now.

- Kid! Kid! Deep breaths, common, you can do this, deep breaths.

Danny tried to focus on breathing again, but the idea of his soulmate dying wouldn't leave him. So between shattered breaths he asked:

- W-what... Happens if one.... Of us dies... Whi- while in the other body!?

Even with his sight completely blurry, he was sure all the people at the table had stood up. The man who was helping him breath looked like he needed someone to help him through now.

Non understandable screams overlapped over each other for a minute or so, until someone screamed "Enough!" And silence fell once more over the table. The man recovered quickly, and kneeled in front of him, taking his hands and looking him in the eyes.

- Hey, I need you to breathe. We can solve whatever is giving you that worry, but I need you to calm first. Can you do that for me?

Danny wanted to laugh at the idea that they would be able to do anything. His friends broke in multiple times the first week, and failed every attempt, until the security grew to the point they couldn't come in.

His mo- Madeline bragged about the security finally stopping the brainwashed kids from coming in after the first week without alarms in the middle of a "session".

His friends were people used to breaking into GIW facilities in rescue missions, if they couldn't get him out, then how would these random people do it? It was an ignorant promise. But this man's eyes were full of worry that reminded him of his sister, so even if he knew it was hopeless, he nodded, and tried to calm down.

DpxDC soulmate swap

I keep seeing these soulmate AUs that when the younger one is a certain age the soulmates swap bodies.

Now, what about the vivisection/ bad reveal Danny, who is legally being experimented on by the GIW (NOT Ghost King AU), who wakes up during a family dinner, not realising he's awake at first, only for the family to tell him "Yes, this is a soulmate swap, and yes we ARE your soulmates family." He immediately goes to leave and says he will rescue himself- Que panicked family says that they'll get the heroes, only for Danny to laugh in their faces and go, "What are they going to do? Everything that's happening to me is completely legal. Me murdering my way to my body is not. Anyway, hopefully, my soulmate is screaming and thrashing around enough that they sedate them; I've grown numb to the pain, so they don't usually bother anymore". Danny just casually stealing a car/motorbike and driving away

I can't think of who would be the soulmate. Honestly, all of the cross-ship pairings could work.

I felt this way when people began to talk about how helpful ChatGPT was to write essays and stuff like that. I've wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember but never felt like I was good enough to ever show my works to anyone, and hearing everyone praise an algorithm made me feel completely worthless.

I'm so sorry you feel this way and I can assure you, no one, especially not a computer, will be able to replicate what you do and how you transpose your view of the world into art. I hope you get your passion back and I hope that big companies stop using AI art for their purposes instead of actually crediting artists for their work.

AI is making me so fucking sad and angry and hopeless feeling, my best coping method has been completely devalued and stolen from me and I want to punch someone. I feel like this will be the start of another huge downward spiral for humanity, because who'll bother to create when computers can "create" for you with a fraction of the time and effort? But AI can't create, only recycle, and when we stop creating it'll run out of things to recycle and that's where all of us will stagnate.

I have drawn maybe two sketches in a month, I used to draw daily and make fully rendered shit, but it's like all my passion has been sucked out of me and I have absolutely no desire to create anymore because creating seems worthless.

Just a snippet of someone's life

D-DAY beaches, France

We are walking to one of those big harbor wrecks or something. The wreck seems big and old.

"I don't think we're allowed in here.", I say. We are standing close to the 'entrance' of an overturned wreck.

"It may be dangerous, I think the sign just means: enter at your own risk ."

We still want to take a look and walk inside.

Something is different here. Time flows around us, weighs down on us. It is silent, the only thing you hear is brown noise of the space, and the water that leaves us behind in here.

"I don't think the energy in here feels nice."

"Me neither. is that blood on those walls?"

"That is rust, honey."

"Oh."

It might be rust, but that doesn't take away that everything seems to slow down here like we're traveling in time. Funeral pace. Back to the loud D-Day, burdensome, but not breathless. The silence wants to tell us something, but now it is a bit timid.

We step outside again and we're back here, now, safe.

"What if we actually traveled in time and went back for a minute?"

"I think we would have noticed."

But time is so unpredictable, it sneaks past us while we're holding onto it so tightly. Leaving only an imprint in the shape of a wreck.

I notice that I feel really angry about the kit conner situation, and that's because it hits a little close to home.

So here is a little rant:

I notice it in daily life too, everytime I do someyhing 'fruity' i feel like i have to disclose my sexuality to anyone.

Like yeah I like listening to girl in red and I am straight (or idfk i'm 16 and get no bitches what do you expect) does that mean i'm not allowed to do it? I'm not profiting off anything by 'pretending' i'm gay. Yeah I like to read wlw books and see series of it, but when people come to me like, yeah you might be a little...

It's not like I'm not self aware, I even call myself fruity but idk I jist feel like it gives me a way out by saying i'm aware

Like they could be right but all it does for me is feel the need to disclose my sexuality. I'm not harming or making fun of anyone. Just let me life my life. But there's is just this pressure. I'm not saying actual lgbt people/allies calling you gay (the intentions are harmless) is just as bad as homophobes doing that, because it isn't. But it does put this pressure on me to tell anyone my sexuality.

And eventually it spiraled down to me calling myself unlabelled, but even that doesn't sit right with me. Because that would mean I am part of the lgbt community. But what if I'm not, would I then be queerbating everyone (while that isn't even what queerbaiting means) / meanly lying? It gives you that responsibility to disclose who you are. While idk, but then I would rather say I'm straight.

While in reality i just want to be 'nothing' not the unlabelled label, just blop I like men that's about it, idk about other options. But i hate identifying. It gives me this responsibility to uphold whatever I identify as. I don't want to do that, just let me do stuff in peace I guess.