Hello there, my lovelies! My name is Maddi! I'm a chaotic ADHD bisexual who thrives off of Percy Jackson, Star Wars, Marvel, and Ninjago. I love to read, write, and sing as well!
Current WIP - Siren's Song
This is my alternate blog for general writing/music stuff - @random-chaotic-bitch-writing - go ahead and give that a follow!
Anygays, I'll see y'all when I see y'all!
- Maddi
So, you've fallen down the chaotic rabbit hole known as my blog? Make yourself at home! Just, uh, ignore the dark scary corner. No, don't touch- oof. That had to hurt.
If you didn't see over in my description, hi. I'm Maddi. I'm a bisexual chaos bean who spends her days fighting with schoolwork, nerding out over her favorite shit, and writing the most self-indulgent, catered-to-my-interests fanfiction you've probably ever seen.
Fandoms include: Percy Jackson, Star Wars, Marvel, and Ninjago (I also enjoy Harry Potter and The Hunger Games, but those four are my main ones.).
The ask button over there is currently my inbox label because I can't figure out how to change it. Feel free to flood it.
Taglist is out! Fill it out here if you want me to tag you guys for things!
I'm currently working on: Siren's Song
Progress on Siren's Song: Chapter 4 is out now!
Other things for Siren's Song: Siren's Song Master List! Everything for Siren's Song is attached there!
so i need some help for a project. i’m writing a murder mystery screenplay, and the victim is a college art major killed by a rival art history major after she gets a particular grant. that’s not what i need help with, though.
what i need help with is the murder weapon. because the killer is an art history major, i want the murder weapon to be paris green paint, known for its incredibly high levels of arsenic. so, to the art history people: how much arsenic from the paris green paint would it take to kill someone, and how long would it take? the shorter the time period, the better, but i’d rather work with factual accuracy than a quick and dramatic death. also, what’s the best way for the victim to ingest/be exposed to the arsenic?
i swear i’m not a murderer!! this is purely for factual accuracy, and i’m running short on time to get this done.
thank you for whatever help you can give, and if you have more information that i might not have asked for, please share it!!
okay i keep seeing edits of jedi night (star wars rebels 4x10 if you don’t know) and i just need to loose my shit once more over how WELL WRITTEN the explosion scene was
first of all, the cinematography? stunning. cinematography in animated media is arguably harder than live action, and this scene deserved awards. holy sheepshit.
secondly, the scene itself. the way hera screamed kanan’s name will forever haunt me. the way he holds her back with the force, but doesn’t push her back right away? he’s holding her for the last time, and he chooses to keep that moment a second longer. heart-shattering.
kanan’s sight returning is so beautifully executed, and i wouldn’t have it any other way. though he’s been able to “see” through the force, it’s not the same, and everyone knows it. in this moment, this choice, this sacrifice, the force grants him his sight back in his final breaths, so that his last sight is hera, his love, hell, his soulmate if there ever were such a thing.
also, hera’s reaction? that simultaneous love and horror? she knows exactly what this means, and she can’t stop it. she can’t save him, but he can save her.
as the explosion grows, kanan pushes them away, and as the flames close in around him, all he sees is sabine and ezra, practically his children in all but blood. he sees hera, his anchor, his soulmate, his love. and he sees them flying to safety. then the hole in the flames closes, and kanan jarrus becomes one with the force, knowing full well that his family is safe, and they will live to fight another day.
long story short, kanera is one of the most beautifully devastating star wars couples, i’m still not over rebels season 4, and watching my favorite shows after taking a film class is an incredibly interesting experience.
taking a look just to see where we’re at - this was not going the way i expected lmao. with all the people who told me to go read shatter me, i thought it would get more votes. this whole poll got more votes than i had expected lol. definitely looks like a new dawn will win though. one more day to maybe change the tide!!
Dudes healthcare is so fake. My ADHD meds are $940 without insurance. But they gave me a website of "coupons" which straight up looks like a scam website, and I got it today for $60! Just a coupon from a random website and it was $900 cheaper. America, I am confusion!! America explain!!
as a pharmacy technician i can share with you some websites that give you those "coupons" for your meds!
goodrx is the most well known one, but if i'm trying to find the cheapest price for a patient i compare it to scriptcycle, and use whichever is offering the best price. you just type in the medication (PLEASE make sure you're getting the right drug, dosage, and quantity) and your zip code and they will spit out some offers for you
some pharmacies may have their own discount card to compare to as well!
if you are getting a name brand medication, you can also look at the manufacturer's website to see if they offer any evouchers for you to use too
When I was about to go to college my dad, who is a thoracic surgeon specialized in lung cancer, sat me down and told me I could be a stoner, but absolutely not a cigarette smoker
He’s operated on hundreds of cig smokers but no stoners
The average stoner doesn’t smoke nearly as many joints as a cig smoker smokes cigarettes. Many cig smokers will smoke 10+ cigs a day but the average stoner doesn’t smoke that many joints
Joints don’t have as many carcinogens
It is generally harder to quit nicotine than weed
People can have medicinal cannabis but no one has medicinal cigarettes
He was a stoner in med school and turned out fine but some of his cig smoking classmates are already dead
@buticaaba you are absolutely correct! My dad hates vapes. He says the lungs of cig smokers look black and kind of like asphalt, and that the lungs of vape smokers retain their pink color but are covered in burn like blisters. He participated in a double lung transplant on a 20 year old vape smoker and has done multiple drainings of vape smoker lungs that filled with fluids because they’re absolutely full of blisters.
When you smoke cigs you’re clogging your lungs with tar and other nasty stuff, but when you hit a vape you’re quite literally giving your lungs chemical burns.
hello, wonderful people!! i have returned after an absolutely wild couple of months, just in time for Dincember 2025! many of these submissions, like last year, will feature my OC Marin-Lee, a siren with ice powers. hopefully i’ll be able to actually get through this year’s prompts lmao
now for the first prompt - snow!! continue reading under the cut.
Warnings: Descriptions of blood and a healthy dose of hidden(ish) injuries Also some smooching.
Marin-Lee Romana had just about had it with the ice and snow. Ironic considering her own ice and snow powers, but true nonetheless. She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake away the snow that continued to pile on her hood. “Gods, it’s just getting worse.”
Din looked over at her, and Marin could practically see the look on his face, despite his snow-covered helmet. Marin shook her head. “No, Din. Before you ask, my powers don’t work like that. I can’t manipulate the snowy weather. I can only create more. That’s not necessarily helpful in our situation.”
He held his hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t saying anything, cyar’ika. I was trying to make sure you’re doing alright. That gash on your leg isn’t bleeding again, is it?”
Marin looked down at her leg. The wound had been throbbing for the past twenty minutes, and the bandage covering the rip in her pants was growing more and more red. It was definitely getting worse, but her husband didn’t need to know that. She was a siren, for crying out loud. She could handle a little scratch.
Marin shook her head, forcing a smile in Din’s direction. “I’m fine, dear. Just ready to get into dry clothes.”
Din nodded, and Marin forced herself not to limp. She could fix her leg when they made it back to the Razor Crest, and the kid. But until then, she would just have to put up with the unrelenting snow and slick ice.
A hand caught her wrist, and Marin glanced up at Din, who nodded forward. “There’s the Crest. We’re almost there.”
Marin grinned brightly under her hood, but as soon as the words left Din’s lips, a shrill shriek caught their attention. A giant, avian creature, with sharp talons and a very pointy-looking beak. Marin cursed as it circled above them. “You just had to jinx it!”
The creature swooped down at them, and Marin gasped. “Dive!”
She landed face-first in the snow, spluttering and coughing. “Son of a–”
A screech cut her off, and she flipped onto her back, sitting upright to assess the situation. The creature was pecking at Din, and it was clear who was losing the fight. Marin rose to her feet, crying out. “Din! Leave him alone, demonio!”
A familiar, icy tingle ran up Marin’s spine and into her hands, and she screamed in rage, blasting the creature with a wave of ice, propelled by her siren song. It shrieked in rage as the ice shoved it away, and Marin dropped to her knees, gasping as pain shot up her bad leg. A blur of silver knelt next to her, and a familiar voice met her ears. “Marin? Are you alright?”
The siren gasped. “I’m fine.”
She tried to stand, but her bad leg gave out, and she collapsed back down into the snow with a sharp cry. “Nope. Not fine. Definitely not fine. Ow.”
Din sighed, looking over at her leg, which had begun to bleed through the bandage. He winced as he saw the white snow stain red, the awful color spreading from his wife’s leg like fog in a forest. “No kidding. Hold on, mesh’la.”
Marin let out a slight yelp as her husband scooped her into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way to the Razor Crest. Though she would’ve protested it any other time, she let him have his victory, reaching up to kiss the cheek of his helmet before leaning her head against his shoulder. “Thanks, love.”
She could hear the smile in his voice. “For you? Anytime.”
Half an hour later, Marin sat in dry clothes while Din carefully cleaned and closed the wound on her leg. She watched his face carefully as he worked, and when he started wrapping the injury, she reached out to smooth the wrinkle on his forehead that always seemed to show up when he was focused on something. “You’ve got that look on your face,” she murmured, cupping his cheek in her palm. “The look that tells me you’re focusing too intently.”
He hummed absent-mindedly, finishing off the bandage. Marin smiled slightly. “Din. Look at me.”
His sweet brown eyes met hers, and she smiled fully, scooting closer to him. She pressed her forehead to his, her hand still cupping his cheek. “I’m alright, my love.”
He sighed. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
Marin pulled away, looking into her husband’s eyes. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, a sweet reminder of the reality of her presence. “I’m sure. I’m done with the snow for the time being, but I’m alright.”
Din finally smiled, pressing a kiss of his own to the inside of Marin’s wrist. “Good.”
He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. They pulled away red-faced and breathless, and Marin laughed slightly as she laid her head on Din’s shoulder. And all the while, the snow continued to fall outside their tiny home in the Razor Crest.
hi i was drinking mold all my freshman year and got the most sick ive ever been in my life here's good ways to avoid that shit:
number one rule is get stainless steel shit. stainless steel water bottle stainless steel straw, you dont want that rubber plastic etc shit it grows mold like a mf. turns out that was the main culprit of what happened to me, my reusable water bottle was plastic and it didn't matter how much i let it soak or cleaned it out.
get this either if you can or can't afford the stainless steel stuff and just be really on cleaning it; staw cleaner looks like this:
and get one its mammas the bottle cleaner for your cup:
this one is 3 dollars you get soap in there and spin this shit around and push it up and down and the mold will be begging for mercy
My additional piece of advice: get a pack of denture cleaning tablets. These are especially good if you use your bottle for anything other than water (squash, coffee etc) or if you’ve got a built in straw with awkward curvy bits.
You put that tablet in the bottle, add hot water, let it fizz and soak for a bit and hey presto, any stains or discolouration or weird little crevices are suddenly removed of their hidden nasty bits.
My niece kept saying her water bottle tasted weird, and she washed it and washed it, and then me and my mum were like GIVE IT HERE and we put a denture tablet in it and added the straw to it and it started fizzing up the straw and all this black gunk started coming out the weird curvy bits of the fitted straw like a Coke-mentos experiment.
It’ll taste slightly minty unless you rinse rinse rinse rinse rinse rinse but that’s not a terrible thing, and let’s face it, denture tablets are for cleaning dentures so, you know, designed to clean things that go in mouths.
Anyway: wash your water bottles! Wash your flasks! More often than you think you need to!! Keep denture tablets in the cupboard!!
It’s that time of year again! Our 6th annual Dincember prompt list is here!
It’s quite late this year, and with that in mind, the prompts are broken up into the 5 weeks of December. You can either do one prompt, two, or all of them—it’s totally up to you!
I hope to see what you all create with the tag #dincember 2025!
All kinds of art, writing, and more are welcome. AI is not welcome, nor anything along the lines of copying others, tracing, and the like.
- i’m socially exhausted
- i don’t have the time right now
- i don’t know how to reply
- i have a bad memory and got distracted
- i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise
not reasons i haven’t replied back:
- i’m ignoring you just because
- i hate you
- i’m fed up with you
- i don’t want to be your friend anymore
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