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@tashacee
your writing was, and still is just so good in my eyes. the finale was gorgeous. i might not have started reading it at the time you began it, but i’m so happy that i got to be here at the end.
there’s just so many more words that i want to say about how amazing this series was, but my brain won’t let them make sense.
everybody go read it.
thank you for creating this.
all the best wishes on your next work,
wayward.
What the heck? They even look alike!
Live 🥺🦑 reaction:
Nuh uh. Not true.
If u ever see anyone make a abloustely down on there knees comment abt any of my characters that's funni bunni.
So at the end of the day through thick and thin it’s really them against the world isn’t it?
I am so sorry but I need a moment or two.
Thank you ♪(´▽｀)
BESTIE I NEED YOUR OPINION ON THIS ALMOST-FINISHED WIP
OH MY GA-
Your writing is so hauntingly beautiful it makes me want to shrivel up in a corner and bawl my eyes out with my head in my hands. Your writing reminds me of bruised knees, wounded knuckles and popsicles. I love it so much. <3
baby...im drunk rn and i might just cry bc of you, thank you so much for telling me that. my writing has been feeling so pathetic lately.
god I wish I could hug you for saying those words.
thank u, i hope i can keep making good things for u anon
OKAY OKAY OKAY
So to shapeshift, right, is to become that thing, isn't it? I'm sure that's how the Founder, and later Odo explains it. The changelings aren't just pretending to be that thing, in a way they're being that thing?
Okay so I'm a little unsure now that I'm actually writing this out so the rest of this maybe isn't as much sense as I thought it was....
BUT. If the above is correct it suddenly occurred to me another reason other than 'lack of practice' that Odo could struggle to imitate humanoid faces...
Could it be that he has too much of his own, distinct personality? Becoming a humanoid is to become them, to understand them entirely as a person (which is why Founders are the perfect infiltrators, and also why they hate being solids: their changelinghood is eclipsed by their target's personhood, even if they do of course hang onto their objective and knowledge from being a changeling).
But Odo developed as his completely own person, first. Changelings in the link don't seem to have a sense of "self", they are a communal species, but Odo is utterly himself. And so could it be that he is unable to put aside everything that makes him him in order to become and truly understand another person?
Or, in other words, the changelings who don't see humanoids as being proper 'people' can treat becoming them much the same as becoming a bird - they are understanding a different sort of lesser life form, and the fact that a humanoid has its own thoughts and feelings is non-consequential because they are on such a different order to a changling's.
But the thoughts and feelings of a humanoid are so similar to Odo's that -- in a way, because he understands them more -- he has more of an awareness of their individuality and difference to himself, and therefore cannot imagine them the same way he does a bird. He is distinct, and they are distinct, and shapeshifting isn't about copying, it's about becoming, and Odo could never become someone else because it would mean becoming less than himself.
This is a ramble and I don't know if it makes any sense but it's lit up my brain and I'm definitely feeling like
I said I'd do it and I did it
Himeko in God Eater, not the best, but close enough
Cause F it she'd make a great one
2nd Game cause Co-op with my brother.
(He finally bought it)
*sobs*
GENSHIN MEN WITH A SLEEPY S/O .
characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe alhaitham kaveh x reader genre. romantic fluff!! an. please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D
xiao
so... sleepy... xiao lets you rest your head on his shoulder, rubbing his thumb over your purlicue, his soft breathing gently lulling you to sleep. xiao uses his other hand to rub your back, quiet sighs heard across the room. watching you sleep reminds him of the feeling of leaving a battlefield, weary and exhausted but satisfied.
zhongli
after he watches you fall asleep to the quiet hums of the fan, zhongli gathers you in his arms and lays you on the bed, moving your hair so it doesn't get in the way. he lies down next to you, humming a soft melody, and falls asleep with his hand next to yours.
kaeya
your husband always wonders how he can find you sleeping anywhere. once, with your arms folded beneath your resting head. twice, with your limbs splayed and hanging off the mauve couch in the living room. it's amusing, really, but he's happy that you get the privilege of an untroubled rest.
diluc
he always finds you curled up and asleep in the beige armchair next to the piano – it's routine at this point. your arms folded like a cradle beneath your head, your hair splayed all over your face – it brings a smile to his own. he wonders if he'd ever get to experience a rest like yours.
childe
your boyfriend constantly finds you nestled within the mountain of blankets, next to a sleeping teucer. the both of you are surrounded with his toys – the ones that the number one toy seller in the world brought back for him. childe finds it sweet that you get along with his little brother so well. he shifts the ring around with his thumb in his pocket.
al-haitham
al-haitham usually finds you asleep at the dining table, mountains of paperwork and pencils strewn across the wood table. he can't bear to move you when you look so comfortable and to think that this is your first proper sleep in days– al-haitham would have to do with laying a fleece blanket over your sleeping body instead.
kaveh
kaveh finds it funny that you're such a deep sleeper. he piles things on top of your head to see how much your sleeping frame can take before you shake off the noticeable weight on your head: it doesn't work. he finds more contentment in carrying you back to bed, though. kaveh plants a kiss on your forehead before bringing the covers to rest on your chest.
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MC drops their luggage in the front entrance of the House of Lamentation. “Where’s my sweetie!” They run through the house, dodging Lucifer and Mammon. They skip over Levi’s tail as it tries to grab their ankle. Clasps Asmo’s hands and swings them around twice before letting go, causing Asmo to spin and lose his balance.
Satan is knocked back into the chair he’d just stood up from, and Beel blinks in surprise as MC deftly lifts several demon bird wings off his plate then jumps the sofa and Belphie who had just started to wake up.
A large black body was struggling to enter the back door as MC rounded the corner.
“Sweetie-pie! Whose my best boy! Who is it?!” MC continues to squeal and squeeze Cerberus as his heads licked and slobbered over them and his tail smashed holes into the hall wall.
Mammon scowled at the scene and muttered. “Why they gotta be like that? What about us!?”
A life changing revelation😀
Wei Wuxian: Books lied to me.
Wei Wuxian: I never see bad boy types picking up stray kittens, revealing to me their soft sides.
Wei Wuxian: It's always me picking up the kittens.
Wei Wuxian:
Wei Wuxian: Maybe I'm the bad boy.
what you have to understand about dungeon meshi is that the entire conflict basically boils down to "every character is autistic but in ways that clash so catastrophically horribly that everyone thinks everyone else is a nuclear-level threat"