#<- regarding the salsa

[miserye]

why is there salsa on my side of the fridge

[goldounet]

Went folk dancing tonight, what a treat it is to meet friends you have not seen in years, chit chat and learn half a dozen dances on the fly in a couple of hours.

[brittle-doughie]

Hello, TJOC Anon here to ask about your OCs again. What are the whereabouts and circumstances of your OCs in the Harbinger Y/N AU? What have the main three ( + the Cupcake Kingdom) been up to regarding Y/N's new allegiance? How has Salsa Cookie taken to Y/N Cookie's return, especially since she saw how the Five killed them with her own eyecings? (though that might be old lore in need of a retcon given how old that'd make her if she actually was there during the Dark Flour War) The Ancient Heroes indirectly betrayed her by "killing" Y/N Cookie, but she seems to hate Red Velvet Cookie so I don't know if she'd be willing to turn to darkness in turn. How would this shake up our meeting and relationship with Crowned Cupcake Cookie? I highly doubt the Cupcake Kingdom would want to marry her off to a Harbinger of Darkness. So how would that change how we meet her? Would she be just as devoted to Harbinger Y/N as Mainline Y/N? And while I'm talking about her, how is the Cupcake Kingdom at large doing in this AU? I find the Cupcake Kingdom itself quite fascinating and I wish to know more about it. I remember one anon made a post about each of the royal heirs turning to darkness making the Cupcake Kingdom so desperate for a heir that they somehow tracked down Curious to use as an emergency impromptu princess. I would like to know if that would be accurate. And lastly, how does Y/N's new allegiance effect our relationship with Dumpling Cookie. How do we meet her if she wasn't around for our fall? Would she join the darkness as well? I Eagerly await your response.

To fix Salsa’s inclusion, your Soul Jam was shattered similarly to how the Ancients’ have in the prologue. Salsa has one of these pieces, granting more longevity in her lifespan. She leads the Neo Cookie Kingdom in your absence that, while not in league with the CoD, share the goal of bringing down the Ancients for their betrayal to ALL of your kingdom. She considers the original Cookie Kingdom traitors as well, where was their loyalty and need for justice. She’d be fighting alongside you against Brave and the others for YOU, not for the CoD.

Crowned Cupcake, as expected of someone of her nature, became an evil queen to the Cupcake Kingdom, Nightfall Cupcake Cookie. The one thing unchanged from her here is finding her one true love and Harbinger Cookie had claimed that spot the moment she saw them, becoming their biggest supporter and investor. Having accessed the Cupcake lineage’ most coveted secrets, she too found a way to increase her life longevity with the help of a certain piece she found. Her sisters and mothers are powerless to stop her now…

Dumpling Cookie is the only one to have aged, placing her around Tarte Tatin-level of age. She did have a past still with you, but she left when it was clear that the path you were going in didn’t align with the one she had hoped for. She sides with the Gingerbrave and the others to have some kind of hope of getting through to you. Moonflower Cookie more or less takes her spot in the main three.

[alotsgonnachange]

Stuff About the Antivan Crows That I Decided To Make Up

***please don’t view this as me saying they are good guys or heroes, i am fascinated by them anthropologically thank you***

**if i’m fucking something up in the DA canon: my bad 🙏🏽**

I think maybe standardized/fancy antivan is Italian — Used in official government documents, ceremonies, etc

Then maybe there’s southern/northern variants and it also depends on the city.

There are dialects similar to how there are dialects/variations of spanish and italian

some dalish clans in antiva will mix one or both of the language into elven

I think that Pre-Veilguard the crows are very decentralized — Our only knowledge came from Zevran/House Arainai, and evidently that was a house that had little regard for morals, safety, decency, etc

WHICH IS NOT TO SAY OTHER HOUSES ARE MORALLY SOUND

And even in Veilguard seeing bits of Dellmorte/Cantori/De Riva, we’re maybe seeing the more “privileged” houses, who are afforded some more luxuries or allowed to get away with things that crows in another house may not have to

When crows say that their crow training is brutal, they’re not only talking about the physical and mental torture, but having to take Etiquette tests and being able to name every fork and knife and spoon on a dining table and where it should go

Or horribly boring Orlesian language and culture classes

Of course, there are the infamous seduction classes that people talk about, but I imagine those would get restricted to those who succeed in other things first and once you’re at or above a certain age

Fledglings will have mentors that study them and encourage them to focus on certain specializations — A Warrior crow with a large form and a lot of brute strength is not necessarily going to be taking Stealth and Espionage classes, though there is an understood baseline

I also think, depending on the house, there are some crows that may have been rushed through training, and have to figure shit out on the job

I think (and maybe the wiki says this) it’s very common for crows to be a bit more into #freelove or having multiple lovers/polyamory because literally. what if one of them dies?

I imagine crows could scout from within arts and entertainment organizations in Antiva — why tf do you think they own that big ass opera house?

Like yes, we want those strong, lithe and light and sexy ballerinas — they will make PERFECT assassins.

I think there’s a Big dance culture in antiva SORRY.

Like at night i want those streets to be full of Bachata, Merengue, Salsa, YOU NAME IT.

Of course there are more courtly dances — ballroom and tango style — but a good crow MUST know basic dance steps.

Some say, the dance classes are the most torturous of all…

Like multiple styles, partnered, solo, people have actually lost their lives over dancing. It’s that fucking serious.

And Lucanis is a great dancer but is humble about it (look at his animations — bro is GRACEFUL) Illario is a dramatic dancer

Watching Teia and Viago dance will literally take the air out of the room because the vibes start to give “are they gonna fuck in front of everyone???”

There’s at least several days of the year during the infamous house de riva dance lesson time where viago is straight up abbie lee miller dance moms screaming at everyone for fucking up steps

Dances that seem very steamy and sexual to outsiders are not really a bother to antivans!

There will probably be like. How To Dress Yourself classes as well - both formal dress and armor

Your house better have some damn money because a crow MUST look their best. If you are killing someone, you must look your best, if you die, you need to look good doing it

Lucanis is 100% not the only person who has tried to hit on Viago and failed. So many people want him. Not even for power but his neurotic swag is so sexy

You think younger crows aren’t sitting at a bar, drunk as hell saying some shit like “Okay fuck marry kill, First talon, fifth talon, seventh talon.”?

Yes, you can get in trouble for saying who you would kill during fuck marry kill

Addiction and drinking is unfortunately probably very common among crows, especially older ones.

Yes short lifespans but girl this is Thedas everyone is fighting for their lives. Older crows who made it far probably mostly teach the Young’uns and do paperwork lol

I think there are a lot of crows who don’t spend much time killing and stabbing every day but just doing really boring shit! Think about all the “eyes” viago has on people and places during the occupation. Sometimes the contract is being a nosey bitch!

Crows DO have ostentatious balls for many occasions throughout the year.

I think maybe once a year, newly initiated assassins will get shown off to the organization as sort of a Debutante type vibe.

Obviously individual houses will have parties, but it’s important for all houses to show off.

So they all come together and yes, each and every (living) new assassin will be presented, likely dressed in their best finery, to get oohed and ahh’d at.

This could be for talons to get new blood, to make another house jealous, to cause beef, and for young crows to just meet each other and make alliances

Crows often joke that what happens at the Debutante stays there because of all of the impromptu hook-ups that tend to happen

There’s some annual crow party for the whole organization called La Percha (i dont speak spanish. It’s supposed to be like the nest or the roost.) , but not every house goes every year (except for the talon houses)

This one is just to celebrate their accomplishments and show off, and kind of send any messages they would like to the rest of the org.

At crow parties, who you dance with and how you dance with them sends a message — especially when it comes to alliances.

The dances in the beginning of the night are ballroom like and courtly

By midnight its high tempo salsa

by 1-3 am its a lot of couple dancing and god knows how long it goes until

La Percha is usually themed, there’s different themed floors and rooms and areas at the venue

if you know the right people, there are secret areas you can access while wearing a mask to get really freaky with it with no identity revelation.

Again, don’t snitch policy, what happens at the party stays at the party!

But because crows are crows someone is probably gonna die or get stabbed

or there will be a dramatic falling out or kiss or someone “falls” off a balcony or gets poisoned.

There’s also more open to the public balls, more for nobility and sometimes even the public — especially during satinalia, but these are smaller and more specific.

I think every crow has a set of very beautiful, meaningful and ornate “good knives”

Like you bring your good knives for good luck, maybe on a date, to a ball, on your wedding day, to a memorial

[mymoongirlreadings]

The Birth Chart of Mexico 🇲🇽🌮

Mexico Birth Chart Placements 🌌:

Rising in Gemini | Sun in Virgo | Moon in Taurus | Mercury in Libra | Venus in Scorpio | Mars in Leo | Jupiter in Gemini | Saturn in Sagittarius | Uranus in Scorpio | Neptune in Sagittarius | Pluto in Pisces

Sun conjunct Vesta in Virgo in the 4th House: Mexico celebrates Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead), which is a dual celebration of life & death. This sacred Mexican holiday is celebrated primarily on November 1st & 2nd, when they set up altars to honor the spirits of the dead—especially beloved ancestors, family members, and children. The 4th house represents ancestors, heritage, & family. Virgo is a highly dedicated sign and rules over communication. Vesta is the high priestess asteroid and conjunct the Sun, meaning that a large part of Mexico's vitality, identity, and happiness comes from dedication, rituals, and sacred spirituality

Taurus Moon in the 12th house: Mexico's cuisine is incredibly well-known and beloved worldwide, ranking 3rd globally. Mexico has a very highly indulgent culture; in indulgent cultures, there is a higher degree of importance on leisure time. Siestas are very common in Mexico, as well as a go-with-the-flow approach with social outings/gatherings and the overarching theme of working to live, not the other way around. Taurus rules over pleasure, indulgence, & food, whereas the 12th house rules over sleep & trusting the process

Libra Mercury 19° in the 5th house: In Mexico, Spanish is the most widely spoken language. Spanish is also known as one of the 5 Romance languages. The 19° is a Libra degree; both Libra energy & the 5th house are associated with over-romance. I would also like to add that many people use Spanish nicknames for their lovers, like "Mi Amor," even if they don't speak Spanish fluently ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, and Libra rules over popularity

Venus in Scorpio: Mexicans do love their telenovelas, where we see dramatic art in motion, with secrets, scandals, sexy intimacy, & romantic depth. Witchcraft & ancient indigenous practices are so prevalent in Mexico they have their own national convention in March. Venus rules over what we like, and Scorpio rules over occult knowledge like astrology, witchcraft, & medicinal healing

Venus conjunct Uranus in Scorpio: Almost half of Mexico recognizes & honors astrology's relevance, and more than half of Mexico believes in extraterrestrial life. Mexico has a rich collection of pyramids and pyramid-like structures incorporated with advanced engineering and astronomical alignments. Uranus rules over innovation, technology, things ahead of their time, and astrology. Both the planet Uranus & the sign of Scorpio are tied to astrology & aliens. Venus represents what is popular & physical art

Libra in the 5th house: There are many types of traditional Mexican dances that reflect Libra's flirtation, the union of two people coming together, dancing in harmony. Dance can be courtship, romantic, sensual, unity, or celebratory. The 5th house rules over dance, and Libra rules over quality time and the bonding of two people as well as the expression of beauty, art, romance, and sensuality. Some popular dances in Mexico, like salsa, merengue, and bachata, are well known for their hip-focused movements, and Libra rules over the hips

Aquarius in the 9th house: Since the 9th house represents culture/religion, I'm using this house to interpret what the culture/main religions of the country are like. Aquarius is a very friendly, social, inclusive, impulsive, & nonlinear sign. There's prevalent social spontaneity and improvisation in Mexico, where invites to gatherings are often open invitations. Chiron also sits here in the house as well, as this can describe the healing effect the culture of Mexico has on people in regard to its love for socializing & flexible approach to life

Leo Black Moon Lilith conjunct Leo Ceres in the 3rd House: November 1st is Día de los Inocentes (Day of the Innocents) for children who have passed. This day offers a time for communication between the living and the deceased. Leo represents children, Ceres represents motherhood, Black Moon Lilith represents our inner witch, and the 3rd house represents communication

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The Betrayal • A Full Breakdown

This post serves as an in-depth explanation of everything that occurred with the Betrayal arc regarding qRoier at the beginning of the server. Everything is split into 10 separate sections detailing what exactly happened as well as explaining qSpreen's side of this arc. Below the "Context" section you'll find a compilation of clips all of which are translated and captioned into English. Anything not shown in the video or lacking context is explained in their respective sections. In these sections you'll also find transcribed pieces of conversations not shown in the video translated into English as well.

— Context —

VOD 1 | In order to properly understand how this all unfolds I must explain some things first. Roier had set his mind on making a taqueria on the SMP which is a Mexcian restaurant that specializes in tacos for those unaware. To do this he had to, well, make tacos. Crafting tacos took a decent amount of ingredients but one ingredient in particular proved difficult to find. The tomatillo. After 1 hour and a half of search and calling out for Osito Bimbo's help, with no response, Roier finally found a single crop of tomatillo which gave him a single seed. He's ecstatic and starts making his way back home.

3 minutes later after he found the tomatillo and acquired the seed by himself Osito Bimbo makes an appearance. Roier quickly informs Osito that he came a little too late and questions why he now appears after having found what he was begging for minutes ago. Osito Bimbo doesn't offer any response and after lingering for a bit Roier decides to ask him something else.

Roier: Since you arrived so late, could you give me a lot of tomatillo? A lot, a lot of tomatillo. I think this is the only way I could forgive you.

Osito Bimbo: Maybe.

Roier asks Osito Bimbo for specifically a stack of tomatillo seeds, which commences a deal being inevitably struck.

Osito Bimbo tells Roier that, in exchange for the seeds, he has to do something for him. Roier, with a mischievous tone, agrees without hesitation and without knowing what it would be that he had to do. Osito then gives him a book instructing Roier to make him 10 tacos and 3 chimichangas. Osito then hands Roier 62 seeds of tomatillo. Roier thanks him graciously and sets off home to make the long-awaited tacos.

After he arrives home and begins preparing the tacos, he realizes he doesn't have salt or lettuce, so once more, Osito Bimbo appears, and he asks Osito for the missing ingredients. This time, however, instead of food, Osito Bimbo asks Roier to give him information on Vegetta in exchange for his help. Osito was of the belief that Vegetta was plotting something that Roier may know of. Going to the extent of using gunfire on Roier to threaten information out of him, however, Roier did not budge and instead acted aloof to what Osito Bimbo may have been referring to. Osito believed his act and handed him 17 seeds of lettuce and the coordinates of where he could find salt on the island. He sets off to the coordinates and, in fact, finds the salt where Osito Bimbo had said it would be.

Roier once again returns home and begins crafting the ingredients needed for the taco, such as cheese, salsa, tortillas, etc. During this time, Roier first sees two Cucurucho's at once. One in his kitchen and another in his garden. And finally, after 3 hours and 6 minutes, Roier crafts the first taco. He hands the taco to Osito Bimbo (The one in the kitchen) and he eats it. Roier makes a joke and Osito Bimbo shoots him. To this, Roier reacts negatively and says, "It's not cool for you to treat me like that. ... You can't just shoot me then simply leave like that." As a consolation of sorts, Osito Bimbo hands Roier a poppy. Roier informs Osito that he has to leave and won't be able to make the rest of the tacos for him that day. Osito Bimbo exclaims "No!" repeatedly. Roier challenges him and says, “Oh. You won't let me leave? You won't let me leave? Are you sure?" He then spits at Osito and throws the poppy back at him. After this, Osito Bimbo replies, “Finish what I told you.” Roier then, visibly irritated, says, “You know what, Osito? You know what, Osito? I'm tired of you treating me badly. I'm tired of you treating me badly. You and I are no longer friends." And he logs out without giving Osito Bimbo a second to respond.

VOD 2 I The following day, Roier logs on and finds a trail of poppies in his home, which leads to the upstairs of the house. Following the trail, he finds a chest with 3 tacos and a book inside.

Roier reacts to the letter warmly, declaring that he wants to keep spending time with Osito. He begins writing his own letter back as a response.

Roier leaves the book in the chest, knowing that Osito is likely watching him in that moment and will read the book later. Then Roier commences his day by gathering ingredients and crafting more tacos.

VOD 3 | Now, before this occurred and before Roier had logged on for that very day, Spreen was also on the server exploring when he was approached by the Devil, who proposed an alliance between the two of them.

Devil: I come here to propose an alliance. You and I, what do you think?

Spreen: What type of alliance?

Devil: An alliance. You do bad things for me and I do good things for you.

Spreen: So, I do bad things for you but it's going to be your fault?

Devil: No, because-

Spreen: So, I have to take the blame for my own actions?

Devil: You just have to- No, you just have to play carefully and not get caught doing bad things.

Spreen: So, I have to play with people's feelings?

Devil: Exactly, that's what I like, that's what I like.

The agreement goes as follows: Spreen will do whatever bad things the Devil asks, if Spreen so chooses to accept them, in exchange for whatever he desires. The greater his desires, the greater the sin he'll have to commit. The Devil says that there's only one condition to their alliance, which is that Spreen can never tell anyone that he's had contact with the Devil, and if in any situation the Devil is implicated, then he will rain hell on Spreen's life, like destroying his home and so forth. Additionally, if Spreen agrees to do a misdeed prompted to him by the Devil, he must complete it in the given time, or else he'll have to punish him severely. It is important to note that while talking to the Devil, Spreen mentions Roier being his "great comrade" and saved a cat from being burned alive by the Devil. The devil then conducts an interview with Spreen to see if this alliance is truly beneficial to him, and this is where Spreen reveals some information about himself.

Devil: I'm going to ask you first, who is the person you like best from this world?

Spreen: From this world?

Devil: Yes.

Spreen: My comrade Roier I honestly really like him a lot. We live together for now. And there's Missa too... My bros at home are the ones I like the best.

Devil: And would you betray Roier and Missa?

Spreen: Yeah, no problem.. Depends on what cost.

When told to list the first three acts of misdeeds that come to his mind that he could commit against his fellow islanders, he includes on the list killing one of their pets. When asked by the Devil what he'd do to someone he cherishes, like Roier or Missa, Spreen replies that he'd kill them relentlessly to the point of exhaustion and to where they log off the server. Spreen asks the Devil what he'd give him in exchange for such a misdeed, and this is where the Devil proposes a plan.

Devil: Wait a moment. Does Roier have any type of pet?

Spreen: I really don't know. I think he has a cat but I don't know if it's his or Missa's.

The Devil says to find out specifically if Roier has any pets he cherishes and if that pet has a name. Giving him a piece of paper and telling him that if the pet doesn't have a name, then either name it himself or ensure Roier names it. Stating that if Spreen gathered that information he'd give him the sky and anything he could ever want. He also mentioned he'd be observing and watching Spreen from the other side while he tries to gather that information from Roier.

Now after this, Spreen heads off to his home with Roier and Missa, and Roier offers him a taco, which he gladly accepts.

— The Clips —

Further details on what is going on in the video are in the sections below. These sections include additional context and information that was not included in the video itself, which are vital to grasping the full picture of this arc.

— The Lie —

Spreen begins telling Roier that he's decided he wants to be a veterinarian and open a vet on the island. However, he wants to take a count of who on the island has pets as a form of data to see if the business would do well. So he asks Roier if he has a pet of his own. With the context provided, we know that this was a lie to find out the information assigned to him by the Devil. Roier replies that he has a dog in a cage that he has yet to tame, then proceeds to set it free and tame the dog. He names it Firusflais. Spreen tells Roier that, as a veterinarian, he shouldn't leave the dog inside a cage all day, but Roier disagrees, saying that his dog is different and likes being left inside the cage in his backpack. Spreen prods Roier further about the matter, and Roier reveals that he prefers keeping his pets in his inventory and not out in the open, like Missa's cat, out of fear of the pet being killed by someone else. Spreen disagrees, saying that Roier has a keypad door, so it's unlikely to happen. Roier then mentions that the only people who can enter the home through the keypad door are Spreen, Mariana, Missa, and him. A symbol of those that hold his utmost trust.

— The Deal —

Spreen uses and mentions a bubble blower, which reminds Roier of the turtle racing bet in which he lost it to Spreen. They laugh about it, and Roier asks if Spreen would like to do another turtle racing bet. However, Roier questions Spreen's trustworthiness when it comes to how these races are done and the possibility of them being rigged. This is right when Spreen receives a private message from the Devil telling him he has 5 minutes to return to the bar alone to inform him of what he has learned.

Spreen quickly shuts down the accusations and says that Roier can pick the turtle himself and where the race takes place. Roier then suggests the idea of doing a test race with a taco on the line. Spreen says he doesn't want to do all the work of setting up a turtle race for a simple taco. Roier defensively says that the taco isn't something to be taken lightly and took a lot of work to craft. Spreen sarcastically agrees and says it's only 5 ingredients. Roier decides to challenge Spreen to go gather all the ingredients and craft a taco himself in just ten minutes if it's so easy, and if he somehow accomplishes this, then he'll give him 100 subs. Spreen quickly agrees, stating that he'll bring all the ingredients to Roier and craft the taco in his face.

And just like that, a bet is made.

After Spreen leaves to find the ingredients, Roier reassures the voices that there is no way that Spreen could find all of the ingredients in time. The only possible way would be if Spreen sneaked into his garden to gather the ingredients.

Some further reasoning as to why Roier so confidently bet 100 subs can be looked at through two lenses. Through the meta-explanation and through a character analysis. In meta, Roier fully knew that the previous day he had spent hours trying to gather the proper ingredients to craft that taco, so logically, he knew there was no feasible way for Spreen to do the same in just ten minutes. Through his character, it makes sense for him to fully trust qSpreen in this bet, as they had done previous bets when turtle racing and qSpreen had proven himself to be an honorable man. Not just that, but qSpreen and qRoier held a tight bond in which he never could've imagined his friend lying and deceiving him. We see evidence of this bond several times days prior, but specifically in moments where you realize the importance of Roier allowing Spreen to live with him and have access to that keypad door. The same goes for Spreen when he states that one of the two people he values most is Roier.

While Spreen is off, Roier decides to complete his deal with Osito Bimbo and craft the 10 tacos and 3 chimichangas.

As Spreen exits the house and walks towards the bar, he states that now he knows what he'll ask the Devil in exchange for killing Roier’s dog. In other words, he'll ask for the taco ingredients. When he arrives at the bar, Spreen informs the Devil of everything that occurred with the dog and the deal and says that he'll do anything to that dog as long as the Devil helps him with the taco. The Devil says it's a deal as long as Spreen kills not just Roier's dog but also Missa's cat with the taco in his hand. As well as Spreen gifting 20 of those 100 subs to him. Spreen seems taken aback by this for a moment, questioning the addition of Missa’s cat to the chaos before regaining his composure and saying it seems like a good deal. Spreen talks to the voices for a moment, reassuring them and informing them of his plan.

Spreen: I don't want to kill Missa's cat, dude. I'm going to do something. I'm going to do something people, this is a round deal. I'm going to kill Missa's cat without Roier seeing and I'm going to replace it with a cat of the same breed. The issue is that when Missa comes he won't see it so l'm going to put it in a cage and I'm going to leave it placed inside the cage there, okay? Then when he takes the cat out of the cage Missa is going to say, "Hey why didn't I adopt him?". And he's going to start thinking and he's going to be suspicious but he's not going to understand what's going on. So we're going to replace Missa's cat, and then Roier's dog I'm going to fuck him up right there with the taco in my hand. And while we're at it, we're going to fuck up Roier too by getting 100 subs out of him with this taco thing. So don't worry. I've got it all figured out.

This moment in particular is one of the times where you can see how much of a mastermind qSpreen really is and how his mind works. Someone not to be messed with. However, the one fatal flaw in this entire ordeal is that he underestimated Roier's experiences with that taco. With the knowledge of what happens after all this occurs when Spreen is explaining his plan you realize they were all doomed the second he agreed to that deal. It was just a matter of time.

After the Devil hands Spreen the ingredients for the taco, he informs him that he only has 15 minutes to kill Missa's cat and Roier's dog. He sets off back to Roier in a hurry, as he only had 5 minutes left to complete the taco deal with Roier. The Devil then quickly reminds him that if he doesn't complete the misdeed, he'll be punished.

— Doubt —

Spreen arrives at Roier's home immediately, telling him that he's awful at making bets as he hands him the ingredients for the taco. Roier is incredibly shocked and confused before quickly starting to question how and where Spreen had found all the ingredients. Spreen doesn't budge and starts claiming Roier had simply done a worse job looking for the ingredients than him and that that was all there was to it. He asks for the 100 subs and the taco itself; however, Roier continues to question him specifically about where he found the tomatillo, salt, and what he needed to craft the salsa. Spreen continues to lie, and Roier takes note of this. Roier then begins calling Spreen a liar as Spreen continues to not inform Roier of how he honestly got the ingredients.

Roier: Who gave you all of this? Where did you get this, asshole?

Spreen: Dude I got it on my own. Stop lying. I find it disrespectful that you're lying to me with the fact that-

Roier: I find it disrespectful that after what we've been through, Spreen, you're lying to me, dude.

Spreen: You're lying to me, asshole because you bet something and you're not delivering.

The situation quickly escalates as Roier hands Spreen his globe and tells him he's allowed to take it from their home before he beats him up for lying to him. This globe Spreen had specifically acquired his second day on the island and was a valued item of his. *(1) Spreen tells him not to start with him as he pulls out an enchanted diamond sword as an intimidation tactic. The only enchantment on the sword being bane of arthropods.

Considering the qRoier spider hybrid depiction, | thought that detail was quite coincidental and ironic.

To which Roier responds by equipping a set of enchanted diamond armor with all but a pair of boots. Spreen sees this and hands him his own pair of enchanted diamond boots, taunting him. Spreen then demands to be paid the subs, and Roier refuses and spits on him. Spreen continues to demand for Roier to complete his part of the deal, but Roier suggests fighting for it instead. Spreen refuses to do this, as this wasn't part of the original deal. Soon after this, Roier finally says fine and that he'll gift Spreen the subs; however, he tells Spreen that he never mentioned when he'd gift him the subs. Spreen, upset by this, questions if this is really how Roier is going to handle the situation.

Spreen then swears to Roier that he had planned offstream to make tacos for his bar days prior, which is why he had the ingredients for the taco already. To back this up, he states that he had also, while offstream, made a structure for his new home, which he could show Roier as proof that he had been doing things offstream. Roier doesn't believe him but complies when Spreen offers to show him this supposed structure. As Roier follows Spreen, he says he wants to contact his lawyer Quackity. Spreen then shows Roier the structure and continues with his lie, stating that the same day he was constructing his home, he spent 5 hours online and went looking for the tomatillo. Roier's suspicions do not subside, and he says again that he'll have to speak with his lawyer since he doesn't believe him. Spreen isn't particularly fond of the lawyer idea, saying that Roier is complicating his day and he just wants the issue to be resolved quickly. In the context of the deal, we know this is because he still needed to kill the pets and is wasting time with this dispute. He had wasted 8 of the 15 minutes he was given to kill the pets at this point.

— The Court Case —

After Roier messages Quackity for assistance with the situation, Quackity promptly arrives at Roier and Spreen's home. And Roier hands Quackity a taco as a gift. At this point, Spreen had 5 minutes on the clock to kill the cat and the dog. The Devil starts striking lightning around Spreen as a warning. Roier and Quackity become alarmed and question what is causing the lightning, while Spreen remains silent and tells them to hurry this up as he would like to leave for the day. Spreen tells his side of the story to Quackity, leaving out everything to do with the Devil, of course, and is once again reminded that time is ticking by the Devil. Specifically, he has 3 minutes to complete his side of the deal, or else the consequences will be severe. As well as to remember their blood pact.

Roier then begins to tell his side of the story while Spreen excuses himself to go to the bathroom. The Devil messages Spreen again, telling him that for every minute he exceeds the given time, he'll have to give away 1 more sub to him, or else his home, the one in construction, will completely disappear forever. During this bathroom break, Spreen walks into the home, apologizes to the cat, and kills it before quickly heading back to Quackity and Roier. 2 minutes left. The Devil reminds Spreen to kill Roier's dog with the taco in his hand as he had forgotten to kill the cat with the taco.

Quackity hears both sides of the story and calls for a testimony from a witness. The witness being Quackity himself, who was not present for the situation when it occurred. As a witness, Quackity states that Roier is in the wrong, as obtaining a taco is not difficult at all. He comes to this conclusion because, having logged in for just a couple minutes, he had acquired a taco. This taco, of course, was the one Roier had gifted him minutes prior. This leaves Roier shocked and betrayed by a friend who he trusted would take his side in this dispute. Roier then questions Quackity about how he got the taco, knowing full well that he had given him that taco.

Roier: And how did you find that? How did you find that Quackity?

Quackity: It was very easy, very easy. I grabbed a tortilla and put the ingredients inside. It was very easy.

Now from Roier's POV this may seem very coincidental and perhaps a planned action by Spreen and Quackity but to clarify not once did Spreen whisper to Quackity to help him or tell him to choose his side for some type of a reward. This was purely their actions lining up and causing a massive impact on Roier and his trust in them.

Spreen states he's hungry and asks Quackity for the taco and Quackity hands it to him. Spreen does this so that he could have a taco to kill the dog.

Quackity now serving as the role of the judge comes to the conclusion that Roier should be annexed for three weeks and would have to go to jail. Roier is left shocked and bewildered by this conclusion. Spreen quickly steps in and tells Quackity that those extremes would not have to be necessary as Roier is his comrade and that all he asks is for Roier to complete his side of the deal. The Devil starts counting down 30 seconds to Spreen so he adds that he would also like Roier to give him his dog on top of the subs. Roier confused asks why his dog and Spreen just says he wants the dog again.

After some discussion Roier agrees to give Spreen his dog as long as he doesn't have to pay the subs. Spreen refuses to accept this negotiation. Roier states that he doesn't have the dog with him and that it's currently at the vet. Spreen however knowing this to be wrong as Roier earlier placed the caged dog in his backpack in front of him continues pressing further for the dog. Quackity then says Spreen is entitled to take physical and violent action against Roier if he refuses to complete his part of the deal. Roier starts exclaiming that Quackity is corrupted and that he had trusted him. That he had trusted both Quackity and Spreen. Asking whats wrong with them and saying that they aren't normally like this. With 3 seconds on the clock, Spreen, having heard what Quackity said about being allowed to take violent action, takes this as a green light and begins attacking Roier.

— The Hunt —

Spreen hits Roier first with his iron axe and Roier begins fleeing stating that he won't pay anything and that they're in the wrong. Spreen shouts to Roier saying that he has to help him. Roier then shouts saying this isn’t how things work. Spreen hits him again and he whimpers. 17 hearts. Quackity following behind Spreen tells Roier to pay him so that this will all be over. Roier says he won't keep discussing or hand over the dog until Spreen calms down. So Quackity tries to ask Spreen to calm down but he doesn't. Another hit. 14.5 hearts. Roier exclaims that he's going to die and begins running out of flat space to run. Hit. 12 hearts. Quackity says that he knows he's meant to be his lawyer but to give up the dog already. Hit again. 9 hearts. And another one. 7 hearts. And another. 4 hearts. Roier begins shouting that he had trusted Quackity over and over. Quackity once again says to hand over the dog and Roier refuses. He says that they're wrong again. Then Spreen downs Roier. Spreen begins shouting at Roier saying to hand over the dog or else he'll kill him. And right as Roier gives up and agrees to hand over the dog Spreen lands the final blow killing Roier. The chase takes 1 minute and 34 seconds.

Spreen then takes the cage from Roier's body and starts killing the dog with the taco. Quackity tries to protest and get him to stop but it's ineffective and the dog dies anyway. Spreen tells Quackity that it was inevitable and he had to do it. As well as that Roier would not find out. Unbeknownst to Spreen that Roier got notified in chat that his pet had been killed. As Roier begins to feel saddened by the death he tells himself that he cannot get like this. Spreen in the meantime receives a message by the Devil telling him to meet him at the bar in less than 5 minutes.

— The Hurt —

After being killed, Roier spawns thousands of blocks away due to having set his spawn in a dungeon he had done days prior, so he breaks the bed and allows a zombie to kill him. In fact, he begins begging for the zombies to kill him, exclaiming that he's tired of this life. When his death to the zombies is shown in chat Quackity types laughter as a response in chat, and Roier takes note of this behavior, stating that it's fine and that he had trusted Quackity. He goes on to say that the hurt he feels isn't even because of the loss of his pet, but because of the trust and friendship he lost with Quackity and Spreen. Describing the situation as a betrayal he never would've expected of Quackity and even less of Spreen.

Roier: If he (Spreen) wanted money I could've given it to him, I hope it'll be more worthwhile for him to have earned that money now that he has lost my friendship.

After Roier returns to his body, a few snarky comments get thrown by Spreen before he leaves.

Quackity: (Looking through Roier's backpack) My god 40 diamonds! Only diamond armor bro.

Roier: Go on. If you want to rob it from me, rob it from me if you want to. It's fine.

Spreen: No, my friend, nobody is robbing anything from you. Not like you who tries to rob from others with your fake bets. (Walks away)

Quackity sticks with Roier, trying to ensure that his friend isn't too mad at him for the events that unfolded. Roier, however, remains clearly upset. When he gets his backpack back from Quackity, he notices that he took all his food and tacos. He asks Quackity if he has taken his food, and while blatantly lying, Quackity says no. Quackity then offers Roier his own food back at him.

Quackity: Do you want food? Look I'II give you some. (Gives Roier 31 toast)

Roier: Yeah I'd like that. A bit of food.

Quackity: No worries, no worries. You know thats what friends are for.

Roier: What did you say?

Quackity: You know thats what friends are for Roier. Don't worry.

Roier: What friends are for?

Quackity: Yeah, to give food to one another-

Roier: For what you did back there? Is that what friends are for?

Quackity then asks where his thank you is for having helped him with the dispute with Spreen. Roier doesn't say thank you. Quackity then tells Roier that he won't charge him for the legal representation.

Quackity: For the legal representation. I'm not going to charge you because you're a close friend. You're a close friend.

Roier: It's a good thing I'm a close friend, because if I was an enemy, just imagine.

Quackity: Oh shit yeah, no, imagine! No, no, no.

Roier: Imagine how it would have gone.

Roier continues to be noticeably upset through his tone of voice, and Quackity once again asks if he's doing alright, and Roier continues to act as if everything is fine.

VOD 4 | Meanwhile, Spreen goes to the bar and finds the devil waiting for him. He's quickly informed that he passed the test and that the contract between them has been finalized. The Devil expresses that he's forgiven for going over the set time because he killed the dog and Roier as well. Which was done in such a brilliant manner that it satisfied the Devil.

Devil: You have literally sold your soul. You have done evil against a friend you love and I love that, so congratulations you have passed the test.

The Devil leaves swiftly, and Spreen decides to return to his friends.

This is when the Angel appears in front of Roier and Quackity, saying that he's looking for someone who doesn't belong to this world, specifically a red being. Roier then shows that he has a red hoodie, and the Angel asks him to step closer so he can get a better look at him. As he steps onto a block closer, the Angel breaks the one below Roier, and he falls to his death and is downed.

Spreen decides he wants to apologize to Roier for acting impulsively. Right then, he sees the downed message in chat and stumbles upon Quackity laughing as the Angel comes up with excuses for his actions. Spreen tells them he wants to apologize to Roier over what occurred with the bet and where he could find Roier. Quackity, still laughing, doesn't answer quickly enough before Spreen notices Roier had been tricked and is down below them. Spreen water drops and misses landing on two hearts. He picks Roier up, hands him food, and says he's there to say his sorries. Explaining that he was acting impulsively and let the situation overcome him. He then hands Roier his globe as a gift. And in a way for Spreen, it served as a symbol of his honest apology to his closest friend. Roier, however, is unfazed.

The Angel then decides to take Quackity, Roier, and Spreen on a fun adventure. During this, Roier remains in an upset mood while Spreen and Quackity try to mend whatever is left of their friendship. In one moment, Spreen asks if Roier wants any food, and Roier says no, but Spreen still hands him a golden apple. The Angel decides to gift Roier a pet dog so that he can feel better and because animals make people happy. Roier says thank you, and then Spreen and Roier stare at each other in silence as Spreen blows bubbles. As some meta commentary, Rubius plays both the Devil and the Angel and his decision to gift Roier a dog as the Angel after having orchestrated the entire plan to kill his previous dog as the Devil. Sick and twisted. I was jaw-dropped by this the first time watching. Love it. Quackity then gifts Roier two tacos to try and make him happy. It doesn't work.

The Angel asks the group what'd make them happy, and Spreen says confessing his sins, so they begin doing a group confession. Spreen begins by sharing that he killed a dog, a cat, and a friend. And additionally mentions the illegal turtle racing. The Angel forgives him. Quackity then goes to the podium and confesses to doing a poor legal job representing someone. The Angel forgives him. The Angel then encourages Roier to confess, as he sees darkness in his soul that needs to be purified. Stating that God himself told the Angel on WhatsApp to help Roier. The Angel tells Roier that he needs to do something good for someone who wronged him today. Specifically, he needs to gift Spreen a named pet. Saying that doing this will benefit him in the future. Roier agrees. Spreen already had a tiger in his backpack that he wanted as a pet, so he sets it free and allows Roier to recapture it so that he can gift it to him as a pet. Roier names it Algodón de Azúcar or Cotton Candy. Spreen is grateful then logs off at this point. It is important to note that he doesn't end up doing the replacement plan of Missa's cat.

Roier then continues to hang out with Quackity. Whenever Quackity wasn't talking, he'd give him a death glare, which would quickly shift into a smile with a joyous tone of voice when it came his turn to speak and continue the conversation.

Had to include a gif. It's too good.

As they arrive at Quackity's home, Roier pulls out an enchanted iron sword with murderous intent before putting the sword away. They spend the rest of the day together, and Roier is able to act perfectly fine around Quackity while still holding onto that anger and grudge by the time they say goodbye.

— The Aftermath —

VOD 5 | The following day, Roier continues to show his distrust for Quackity and with Spreen stating at one point that one of the few people who hasn't betrayed him and who he can truly trust is Vegetta. As well as Missa and Mariana. Mentioning that he does believe Mariana could betray him at some point, but as of that point in time, he had not, so they're on good terms. He considers whether he should tell Vegetta about what happened to him with Spreen and Quackity. While on the way to Vegetta's home, he gets attacked by a mob and gets overcome with sadness, saying that it reminded him of the day before when he was being attacked and killed.

After greeting Vegetta, he offers him some tacos as a gift, telling him that they were quite difficult to craft. And Vegetta looks at the recipe and agrees, deciding to cherish them. This is a direct contrast to Spreen's reaction to them.

Roier then tells Vegetta he was betrayed and asks for advice and if Vegetta would like to know who the people are. Vegetta says no, saying he'd rather not involve himself too much so he can offer unbiased assistance. Vegetta does agree to help him and then advises Roier to place a bunch of mines in the homes of these people.

Vegetta and Roier then set off to do dungeons together. After they finish, they find Quackity at spawn with Fit, and Roier decides to tell Vegetta that he's upset with Quackity but is going to act friendly when in reality he wants to kill him. Vegetta understands and goes along with this. They spy on their conversation but once they're caught Vegetta and Roier decide to shower Fit and Quackity with gifts, while Roier purposefully keeps referring to Quackity as his friend.

Roier keeps playing the act of being on friendly terms with Quackity until Vegetta logs off. Once he's back home, he removes Spreen from the keypad door whitelist. Then, after some thought, he re-adds him to the whitelist as to give off the impression of their friendship being intact while he plans to stab him in the back.

Quackity then shows up at Roier's home, and they have a conversation.

Quackity: The other day something happened that has greatly separated your friendship and mine.

Roier: Of course, of course.

Quackity: And I just want to make sure that there are no future problems between us. And I just wanted to reassure that part of our friendship.

Roier: (Crosses fingers) Rest assured, rest assured.

Quackity: Perfect. Because if anything happens to me... (Steps closer) I'll have someone to blame.

Roier: Of course, don't worry.

Quackity: Do you have enemies?

Roier: No, not at all.

Quackity: I hope it stays that way. I'm leaving. And remember not to mess with me.

Roier: I won't mess with anyone.

(Quackity leaves)

Roier: Don't worry Quackity. Don't worry Quackity. I won't be the one to do anything to you no, no, no, no, no, that's going to be you Quackity. That's gonna be you. Don't worry. I'm not even gonna touch you. I'm not even gonna touch you Quackity. You'll see. You'll see.

— The Cat —

Missa logs in after a few days of not being online and quickly notices his cat is missing. He looks around the entire house and doesn't find the cat, so he asks in chat where Roier is. Roier says he's on the way to talk to him.

Roier returns home to greet Missa and is immediately questioned by him about the whereabouts of his cat. Roier decides he has to break the news to him about what occurred with Spreen and Quackity. He tells Missa how he was betrayed, humiliated, and had his dog killed, which is likely the same fate Missa's cat suffered. Missa doesn't take this well and shouts what his cat had to do with any of it. Roier says he doesn't know, but that they were betrayed. Missa says that there's probably a misunderstanding. Since the cat had brought nothing but peace to their home, how could someone have hurt him? Roier agrees, saying that his dog too is gone. Missa shouts to hell with his dog since he never met him. Roier then starts retelling everything that happened to Missa, from the start with the tacos to the end with the axe in his back. Missa isn't understanding: instead, he begins blaming everything on Roier because surely there has to be a misunderstanding.

Missa: Spreen is my brother. Spreen wouldn't do something like that.

Roier: But he did. He did Missa.

Missa then starts considering every possibility except reality. He wonders if it was even the real Spreen and Quackity; perhaps they were imposters, but Roier tells him to accept that it was them. Missa doesn't stop; he says that something is wrong; something must have happened, as Spreen would never. Then he says that maybe their dream of making a taqueria shouldn't be done. Roier doesn't accept this, however, saying that even Vegetta understands that they must do a taqueria. Roier then tells Missa that he'll get revenge on Spreen and Quackity, even if Missa doesn't want revenge because they were the ones that beat and hurt him. He continues telling Missa that he's going to keep pretending to be their friend and, when they least expect it, betray them as they did him. Missa says not to do something he'll regret. Missa, in his fit of despair and sadness over the loss of his cat, says that he cannot keep living in that home with Roier. Once again Missa blames everything on Roier, he goes on to say that this was all because of Roier's desire for tacos.

Missa: All because of your desire for tacos. Roier this is all your fault if you hadn't- if you hadn't planned on making a taqueria..

After saying this, Missa goes to leave, but before that, Roier asks if Missa is really going to leave him alone like that. Missa says that he isn't alone; he has his tacos and then walks out of the house they built with a future together in mind. A future that no longer existed from that moment forward.

Roier stays silent for a while before he says, "Not you too, Missa." He, in a fit of rage, starts breaking the trail of poppies Osito Bimbo had left him. In disbelief that any of this had happened.

Roier: Missa, Spreen, Quackity, who's next? Mariana? Is Mariana next? I only have Vegetta and Mariana. I only have Vegetta and Mariana.

In the end, Roier is left alone without his dog, without the cat, without Spreen, and without Missa.

VOD 6 | Missa, after having composed himself, concludes that while he doesn't believe Spreen would hurt his cat, he also doesn't want to fight with Roier. So he runs to their home to say sorry, but once he arrives, Roier is no longer there. Minutes too late, as Roier had logged off. So instead, he leaves a chest with a poppy inside as a sign that there's no bad blood between them. As well as a sign saying it's for Roier.

What's important to mention is that Missa had a heavy amount of trust placed in Spreen because it was his brother, and he couldn't fathom Spreen doing something so terrible. Something quite ironic about the cat is that Roier was the one who warned Missa not to adopt a cat in case anyone used it against them. *(2) Explaining that an emotional attachment to a cat would only open the possibility of hurt in the future. And in the end, that is exactly what happened.

— Citations —

*(1) VOD | Spreen finding the globe. 1:42:32

*(2) VOD | Roier warning Missa about adopting a cat. 4:15:13

All the other information can be found in the respective VODs linked.

[iamlostonthepathoflife]

propaganda i fell (and am still falling) for:

a rogue collection of things that have improved my life / big sister advice (?) that i cannot pass on because my brothers are smelly boys who won't LISTEN

satin pillowcases. (ALSO bringing my own pillowcase with me when i sleep over at friends n stuff ? i get acne if i breathe the wrong way, ik this is so extra™️ but SO WORTH IT ??? ) also extra pillowcases means you can change it every few days, such a win

buying books secondhand and giving them away: listen, in a different lifetime i have a whole home library to myself and super nice editions of everything, alas, i live abroad in a 4-person house share. The room is tiny, i need space to breathe. Found out that giving away books is sooo easy when i've thrifted them (also the process is so fun ??) so i bullied my friends into a book club of sorts, aka, whevener i go home i bring them a few books each which means i get to unhaul all the ones i've read AND it's emotionally easier bc ik the book is going to a new loving home AND then when they read it we can discuss the book togetherrrr. Also found that now when i'm thrifting books the selection process is influenced by 'which one of my friends would read this' which means i've gotten out of my reading comfort zone a lot more. Also nice to spend less / reduce my carbon footprint and support charities in the process. If i see a new book in a bookshop i tend to take a pic of it and add it to a digital tbr (more below).

keeping track of the books i've read (digitally): I use notion bc there was a handy template that allows you to turn this into a timeline but basically, i store my 'wanna read/tbr' on there. Super helpful to keep track of what i want to read / own (i usually just look at my bookshelf but i mean the books i still have back home) and have read across a specific time period. I use literally 3/4 tags (classics, modern fiction, non fiction, etc) n i don't write reviews bc ceebs (but i could!). I have a theoretical library everywhere with me!

calvin klein underwear. Let me tell you something LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. This predates the Mingyu obsession. I bought a pair of their tanga/g string in highschool (2015) and they only got a hole in them this week in the year of our lord 2025. As a strong VPL (Visible Panty Line) hater i'd highly recommend.

l'occitane sweet almond shower oil. (AGAIN, I'VE LOVED THIS SINCE WAY BEFORE THE MINGYU CAMPAIGN I SWEAR. I'm fr*nch you guys). Never bought it for me, would gift it to my mom for her bday and christmas (anything from that range, really). Ofc my friends saw me salivating at the Mingyu campaign and bought me a bottle for my bday ?? i've been rationing this bc it's spennyyyy but i love itttt).

spf50+: wear some every single day. used to hate sunscreen (again, acne prone) until i figured out double cleansing was needed to remove it AND i found some actual nice ones (european sunscreens sucked ass until v recently, been mostly using korean sunscreens and honestly >>>)

avoiding fragranced skincare : hate hate haaaate anything with fragrance that goes on my face. stings my eyes, irritates my skin, u know the drill.

using a menstrual cup: there are some downsides (can be annoying to sterilize / if you get surprised by your period and you don't have it with you it's tough) but this has CHANGED MY LIFE. Been using it for 7-8 years now and the amount of money (and plastic) i have saved by not buying tampons or pads regularly is insane, i haaaate how drying tampons are and how messy pads can be (don't get me started on the smell of oxidised blood ??). Also they hold SO. MUCH. LIQUID. Used to have to layer a pad and a heavy duty tampon to get me through the night (which was also bad regarding toxic shock syndrome), this is just too convenient.

finding a physical activity that's FUN: i spend an unhealthy amount of time dancing salsa every week. light cardio, hella steps, fun stuff, i feel like i'm learning something, the people are great. This has expanded my comfort zone sooo much. Obviously can't be my only form of exercise bc it's not really building muscle but it! still!counts! Also, great to trick my brain into doing other forms of exercise. Running ? Eh. Running so i can improve my dancing stamina ? YEA. Going to the gym ? oof. Lifting weights so i can prevent injuries and perform better ? HELL YEA. Cannot recommend dancing/ social dancing enough - especially as a tall person. Cannot express how much control i feel like i've gained over my body / i have better posture. Obvi i still feel hella insecure at times but it's been so helpful!

doing gel polish myself: gotta preface this by saying that a) DO YOUR RESEARCH bc trust me you do NOT want contact dermatitis b) it can be an investment. Got my nails done for about a year before i decided to buy the materials and give it a try. There is such a learning curve but i've genuinely been enjoying the process / it feels creative / sparks genuine joy every time i see my fingers (the magpie in my brain loooves the shiny stuff). Using a peel off base has been a game changer for the removal process/ to keep my nails healthier/ forces me to do them again before they look too overgrown. Will try making my own press-ons soon, i'm very excited by the design possibilities hehehe

packing cubes: i got cheap ones and even then, i cannot express how convenient they are when you have to live out of your suitcase for a month bc they keep things in order aaaaaah i hate having to refold stuff, they just look so NEAT.

to be continued

[lacunammmm]

Hi, about your post regarding to overhaul and "what if he was smart"

Ok can I ask you what you think of this character?

The Overhaul arc was a mistake and it brought nothing good to the series. Canon Overhaul is a joke. Comically powerful ability. But he's designed to just be a worse version of Tomura who you're meant to hate. He's really gross. The guy isn't so much a character but a hate sink. -Puts the one guy he cares about in a coma and leaves no means behind to save this dude if he gets arrested or dies.

-Begins a negotiation with the League in the worst possible way, when these people are gold mines just waiting to be tapped into. He instantly decides to alienate them instead of using them to their fullest potential. -Brutally murders a transwoman and then intentionally misgenders her to her friends, just in case you wanted to like this guy. -Tortures a toddler in the most incoherent way possible for a plan that never had a chance of working. If he and his boys got taken out by canon's really half assed raid, what hope did they have if they faced an organized attack like the later war arc part 1 squad? Which is what they'd face if they actually got as big as they intended and spread quirk erasing bullets and quirk restoring serum across Japan. -He's the worst of the anime genius trope in that the story makes him out to be some sort of mastermind but he's a complete and utter moron. Let me ask you this, Mikeellee. Why does Eri have legs? Why does she have arms? Overhaul can put his boss in a coma, but he lets his immensely valuable resource walk around and escape? The story doesn't happen if he's got her in a room somewhere, permanently sleeping, bloated with as much weight as her frame can support, thus meaning he extracts the maximum amount of blood with each go. There's zero reason for him not to do this because he doesn't care about her as a person. She's a tool for him to use and exploit. Another thing about him: Why isn't he a famous healer? The guy's got the strongest healing ability in the series, tied with Eri's. Eri rewinds time, but Kai has a strange ability to reset people to a perfect state that goes beyond rearranging matter. Rearranging matter wouldn't account for giving Eri MORE blood when she's bleeding out. So we've got a guy here who could fix anything wrong with people and even revive the recently dead. Even if he hates heroes, he could offer healing to rich people who would pay anything to have their problems solved. And he's a two bit crook in a yakuza gang, which gets no real respect in Japan in the current day and age. His power could be used to make perfect forgeries, do plastic surgeries, make the manufacture of drugs and weapons effortless. You could logically infer that he could probably alter your brain and reroute all of your mental and emotional connections. So he could touch you and then replace your lover, your mother, your brother, your god, and the feelings you have for them and replace them with him. Mind control is at his fingertips. But all he does is blow people up with it. Overhaul is a character that's totally wasted in a children's manga where he's not really allowed to hurt anyone the audience cares about. I'll end this on saying his backstory is stupid and ruins All For One even further as a character. The guy had access to Kai in his orphanage and had a copy of his quirk, which he altered to turn into Decay, and he wielded neither Decay or Overhaul in his first fight with All Might. AFO, if he'd bothered to use the two god quirks he had access to, could have effortlessly turned the man's arms and legs into salsa and kept him in his lair to torture him into giving up OFA. So Overhaul's existence retroactively makes AFO even more of a moron. Glorious.

[fullscoreshenanigans]

I’ve always loved the idea of Norman and Ray getting together during the search for Emma but not wanting to do much until they find Emma because they both love her as well and want her there. But I’m never sure how Emma losing her memories would said relationship and plans afterwords

Oooo Anon I don't know if you're the same person who sent this Norray ask but if you haven't read @salsae's (so what am I defending now?) I highly recommend it because I've essentially taken it as canon and reread it probably once a month.

Beautifully written with loving nuance, her work was (and still is <3) foundational for my interpretations of the trio when I first got into the series in 2021 and was searching for quality fanfic.

In regards to how Emma's memory loss would play into things, I think they'd all have good and bad days at first. A balance of being grateful they defied the odds to have a chance of creating a future they can be proud of together at all, of Emma being alive and well and living life with Alex, of being reacquainted with all the things big and small that made them fall in love with her and having the opportunity to love new ones. Of reconnecting with these two boys who for reasons her mind can't explain but her heart knows without a shadow of a doubt feel like home.

(Chapter 180)

Of perceived selfish grief over wishing Emma would regain her memories when a confused look is thrown their way after they reference something from their childhood (isn't it enough that she's there?). Of self-doubt that she'll ever be able to live up to the Emma everyone loved or relearn the language she sees the boys communicate without words, of seeing what she believes is a brief flicker of hope die in everyone's eyes when she reminds them of all the little ways she's not her (is it more cruel they found her instead of being able to believe their Emma lives on somewhere in distant lands?), of anger over having those memories just within her reach only for her dreams to deny her each time.

But as the days turn to months and the months turn to years, things get better. The sentiments Emma shares in chapter 180 hold true.

Only now today and tomorrow is by their sides.

[thetravelingtyper]

On The Same Page Pt 8 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader Bookshop! AU)

With Simon, Sam, Sofia, and Kyle, you divulge your past relationship with James...

Part 7, Part 9, Masterlist

Warnings! Allusions to Cheating

AN! This chapter isn't as complex as I wanted it to be due to a massive writer's block, but all the points are there!

I stood alone, upon the platform in vain

The Puerto Ricans, they were playing me salsa in the rain

With open doors and manual locks

In fast-food parking lots

It was about your 2nd or 3rd month in when you were starting to finalize your old draft. The tale was a hit in the children's department, test prints at the local library were eaten up and parents were chomping at the bits for more. You had been out in the courtyard, sitting in the shade with your papers, some books and your Corsair set aside, when you heard a smooth voice talking into a phone. 

“I know it is due - come on you know me, Sir, I'll find something.” 

There is the sound of steady footsteps as you look up. They get louder on the cobbled path as a man approaches. You cock your head as he mutters something before pausing in his walk to run a hand through blond hair. There is something handsome about him you think at the moment, he is tall, taller than Sam, and broad. But he carries himself tightly, coiled like a spring and you frown. You shrug, spinning the pen in your hand before reaching out to the colored manuscript before you. It's the turning of the page that has the man finally clock you. He was taken aback for a moment, head tilting down to regard you in the shimmering shade of the tree. You are engrossed in scattered illustrations, rough concept art trailing over glossy pages. Blue eyes then catch the typewriter as your hands seek it without a glace, like a steady friend grasping for comfort. 

He watches your eyes lighten then when you focus on it, fingers pressing into ivory keys with a steading thrumming click. He runs his hand to his chin in thought before his phone rings again calling your attention to your watcher. Your wide eyes focus on him then and he feels a pulse of his heart. You were beautiful and he curses mentally before answering his phone. His voice is steady but you can hear the frustration, he mutters an affirmative before hanging up again. His eyes then meet yours and you give him a small, if hesitant, smile. He returns it with a charming grin and he approaches the shade of the tree.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, I hadn’t realized you were there.” He reaches the edge of the path before taking a booted step into the grass. He wears a formal white dress shirt sharply tucked into a pair of dark jeans and you take him in further. The fabric at his shoulders is taunt on his form but not unfitting, and the unevenness of his collar suggests a suit or other type of jacket. Given the cool weather of fall, you were not surprised. The topmost buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned leaving sun-tanned skin and a strong collarbone. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up a quarter showing clear forearms and a slim silver watch. He watches your observation, stepping to the edge of the blanket you had sprawled out.

He motions to a clear space across from you, and debating you nod. He easily clears your Corsair before stepping into the clear space and settling down into a comfortable position. He smiles at your silent acceptance and you give a light ‘good afternoon’ fidgeting lightly with the pen in your grasp, unsure of how to progress. He senses this and offers you a hand over the manuscript. 

“James, James Marin.” His accent deepens a little bit at the ‘r’ of his last name and you take his hand and give a firm shake replying with your name. He rewards it with a winning smile. 

“You must be the new children’s author. I am sorry I am so late in coming to meet you. I have heard a lot about your recent success in the stores, congratulations.”

You speak up after collecting yourself offering him a shy smile under the praise.  His eyes remain on yours before flickering to a rough sketch of a dragon. The wyrm swirls in a vortex of color its scales shining in the gloss of the page. You notice and explain the concept of your first book. James listens dutifully as you break down a world of dragons and knights. You become more and more animated when you start showing him your rough sketches in the manuscript. There are dragons, female knights, and a saintly queen. Next to them, there are notes marked in ballpoint and some metallic sharpie, the gold font glimmering in the sun.

As you finish your tale you find James with a fond smile on his face that makes you a little flustered. You offer him the book and he takes it tenderly, fingers brushing yours with a spark. 

“I like this,” he says it confidently and the praise has your heart lifting, “I like this a lot. Have you brought this outside the children’s department?”

You shake your head. You were only a few weeks into the business. You didn't want to overstep boundaries or step on any toes.

James chuckles, 

“I understand you’re new but I think you have something good here and I want to present it to the higher-ups. Who do you work under?”

You answer with Sofia’s name and he nods in confirmation.

“You know what, we should do dinner sometime. Bring your manuscript and supplies and we can come up with a plan of attack together! If that sounds alright with you?”

He smiles at you and you nod, a little caught off guard, but the chance to wedge yourself in a little higher is one you would definitely take. 

“Sure, that sounds nice.”

He gives you a winning smile at that.

“Its a deal doll.”

-

Sofia sighs after you recount this meeting. She leans forward, setting an elbow on her knee and her head in her palm. 

“That man.” She says it in exasperation a hint of sad fondness. You frown with a heavy sigh and continue.

-

I headed West, I was a man on the move

New York had lied to me, I needed the truth

Oh, I need somebody, I needed someone I could trust

I don't gamble, but if I did I would bet on us

The meeting was a success, you and James worked over a consecutive month to present your book to the board. There was a moment of silence before a smile lit up the face of the lead of the children's department. 

After the meeting, she pulled you aside with a grin.

“That was the most fun I’ve had in a while with a story. Sofia was right in taking you under her wing.” She then turns to James, “James. I want you to keep working with her and Sofia.” 

She sets a hand on your shoulder,

“I am proud. Good work kid.”

You and James left the department suite, and you collapsed against the wall with a heavy breath. James's hand comes to your shoulder for support.

“You ok?”

“That was insane!”

He laughs a rich deep laugh one that seeps into your bones and you look up to him. He gives you a secret smile, eyes flickering over your face before returning to yours. 

“You know, I think a celebratory dinner is in order, my treat.” He offers and you look up to him in surprise, a hand comes to the back of his neck then before he adds,

“If you wouldn’t mind me taking you out.”

A blush hits your face and your heart skips a beat. You were not going to deny the mutual attraction between the two of you. His hand sprawls out over your shoulder. You nod an affirmative,

“I’d like that.”

- 

Like the Dead Sea

You told me I was like the Dead Sea

You'll never sink when you are with me

Oh Lord, like the Dead Sea 

That dinner passes into another and another and soon enough you find yourself developing feelings for the man.

A few dates in you both make it quietly official and during a bookstore tour of your first published book, James meets Sam. Both men get a long swimmingly sharing both affection for you and a solid understanding of business logistics. You practically have to pull James back from a debate with Sam and you both step out into the street. Your arm tucked in his you stroll the water-streaked street. The Sunday is quiet, the sound of a passing car breaking up the sound of lingering pedestrians every once in a while. However, as you turn the block you stumble upon masses of color. 

Set up in an empty lot is a vibrant and busy farmers market. You smile up at James and he chuckles, allowing you to pull him into the stalls. There are fresh ingredients, tomatoes, and strawberries, and your eye catches a gleaming orange gradient. You leave the food and pull James to the neighboring stall, flowers and assorted blooms everywhere the eye can see. Your eyes pass peonies, lavender, and roses to find a single bouquet of sunflowers. Your heart lifts and pulling your hand free you tenderly lift the bouquet to your chest.

It is a collection of annuals, A warm orange fading into a brown at the center. You take in the smell of sunflower fields and open skies and they remind you of home. You turn back to James in excitement but find him looking at you intently. There is a small smile on his face and when he meets your eyes his crinkle. He pulls out his wallet and hands a bill over to the florist. The older woman watches the two of you intently when you look at him with wide eyes in surprise. James returns his wallet to his pocket and opens his arms, tucking you in them, and with a quiet goodbye to the woman you both continue on your way. 

The months pass into a steady relationship, spring turning into summer. 

-

Whoa, I'm like the Dead Sea

Finest words you ever said to me

Honey, can't you see?

I was born to be, be your Dead Sea

Sam is out of town for a week and James is over for dinner. You tend to the pan in front of you when you hear James pad into the kitchen. You turn taking in the appearance of your boyfriend shirtless and in a pair of sweats. You raise a brow.

“You used my shampoo?”

James looks like he's been caught red-handed before an easy grin surfaces,

“Smells like you sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes and he laughs before stepping behind you and pulling you flush against him. You relax against the muscle of his torso, his head leaning on yours. You both sway in the quiet moment. He pulls back and spins you easily in his arms before looking at you intently.

Minding the pan you smile up at him and his heart quivers. He swallows, for once caught off guard. You cock your head confused hand reaching for his face. James’s face is rough from not shaving for a few days, but he leans into your hand anyway. He presses a delicate kiss to your palm before reaching to turn off the stove.

He chuckles then, swallowing his feelings with the laugh.

“The chicken is done.”

Your eyes widen and you try to spin to address dinner but James cages you in his arms playfully. You wiggle in protest and he eventually lets you go to tend to the food. He backs up and just watches as you return to working on the food, emotion simmering in his heart. Later that night you were getting ready for bed after a shower. Leaving the hall bathroom you enter your room to find James sitting on your bed deep in thought, to the point he doesn't realize you entered. You call his name softly and his head darts up to you.

“Are you alright?”

He exhales shakily but smiles, a soft smile that speaks to your heart.

“I am sweetheart. I love you.”

- 

You exhale pausing at the moment with a clenched chest. Sofia takes your other hand and squeezes it. Your eyes meet Sam who is tense, leaning back with an unreadable expression on his face. You find Kyle listening intently, a concerned frown on his face. Simon has shifted closer to you, and the ottoman quietly scooted to bump up next to your chair. With his height he is able to rest the elbow of the hand connected to yours on the armrest, gradually having inched himself into your space. 

You lift your hands and Simon meets your eyes, then glancing to his position he seems a little surprised to be so close. He moves to scoot back but you tug his arm lightly and set your head on his shoulder. His eyes widen a fraction before softening, relaxing into the side of the chair for support.

-

You told me you were good at running away

Domestic life, it never suited you like a suitcase

You left with just the clothes on your back

Took the rest when you took a nap

Summer brings sunflowers in fall. The success of your first book sweeps you into a little tour. Both Sofia and  James join you while Sam remained home to work on a large project for his company. You three spend days exploring the American East Coast, visiting both local and chain bookstores and community libraries. You tended especially to the children readers. While Sofia was handling business James would watch from the sidelines as you were engaged with the kids. While the plot of your book was simple the poems in it allowed for intrigue from older kids. And on this particularly warm day in Boston this is where James found you. 

You sat in a pair of jeans and a blouse with a dragon stuffie in your lap. The children watch in fascination as you read, showing fully illustrated pictures and making voices. Eventually, at the end of your tale one of the younger children, dressed in a lion onesie, points to the good queens and asks,

“Are you a queen?” 

You are about to keel over from the cuteness and are about to answer when James steps in and takes a seat next to you.

“Yea, she’s my queen.” He raises a brow in humor when all of the kids give a collective gasp and he presses a kiss to the side of your head. 

-

Yes, there are times we live for somebody else

Your father died and you decided to live

It for yourself, you felt, you just felt it was time

And I'm glad, 'cause you with cats, that's just not right

Months later you were both cooking dinner, the entire night James was off, nervous. As you both work around the kitchen the man keeps checking his phone. Worry gnaws at your stomach and you ask if he is alright. James smiles at you and nods before going to take a call.

You were in the drafting stage of your second and honestly most favorite book. James had been with you every step of the way. He was like a liaison between you and the head of the department and often would play devil's advocate for your literary decisions. 

A song pulls you from your memories as you add the final ingredients to the simmer.

You moved to turn the record player up as James reentered the kitchen. He pauses on the phone, taking in the sight of you in a sundress and cooking. His voice pauses in his throat as the faded light of spring catches the blushing reds and yellows of the florals. 

Blue eyes darken as he hangs up the phone with a hushed later. He then approaches you with love welling up in his chest before pulling you into a dance.

-

Like the Dead Sea

You told me I was like the Dead Sea

You'll never sink when you are with me

Oh Lord, I'm your Dead Sea

A year and a half into your time at the company you found yourself in the courtyard surrounded by coworkers and fans. Your second book has been a success! Covered tables were scattered around the yard. There was a calm chatter in the air with a string of excitement that pulsed as you walked around mingling. You were dazzling James thought. The man paced back and forth through the crowd eyes turning to you naturally as he fumbled with the box in his pocket.

Later in the evening, you are standing with Sam when James approaches. Something in his eyes flashes and Sam nods. He presses a kiss to the side of your head and mentions going to Sofia. You nod, and as he leaves James runs a hand to yours.

“I want to show you something.”

Your head tilts at the tone of his voice, a sure seriousness you aren’t used to in the man. You nod to him nonetheless. He leads you into the dark beyond the light of the tables and small venue. You trace a cobbled path to the location of the oak tree. He pauses a moment before grinning at you and reaching for a spot on the tree and then there's brilliance.

He hits a button and flashes of lights like drizzled starlight trace its way up the tree. You gasp, the limbs of the tree alight with figures from your book, illustrations like stained glass dancing with the alternating flickering light. Your eyes follow the gleam of ruby, the shaded underside of wings to emerald scales on a whirling dragon. 

You look at the tree in awe before feeling James dip down, you turn to him and your breathing spikes, he is down on one knee! There is the reflection of stories in his eyes as he starts with a breathy version of your name. His voice is a little shaky as he continues, watching your eyes widen and tears fill your eyes.

“-you have been my everything. Meeting you that day felt like fate intervened. You've taught me that the most powerful stories are the ones told from the heart, and you epitomize that truth. Through working with the kids, the tours, and countless long hours, I've witnessed not only your boundless love and creativity but also realized how much I need your stories in my life. Will you marry me?"

You can barely choke out a yes when there is cheering and you find the guests and your coworkers have found you. You see Sam and Sofia filming and smiling and James slides the ring on your finger before spinning you into an embrace.

-

Simon's hand clenches yours as you have to take a pause after recounting the moment, tears welling a little bit. You turn your forehead against his shoulder and his other head comes up to caress your cheek. You breathe in a shaky breath and lean into the warmth of his hand, heart raising as the taller man turns to look down at you. The others are drowned out by the hazel of his eye. A moment later you blink and with a nod to Sam, you continue.

-

Whoa, I'm like the Dead Sea (dead sea)

The nicest words you ever said to me (said to me)

Honey, can't you see?

I was born to be, be your Dead Sea

A few easy months passed in happiness on your part, but as you progressed on your third book, James got called onto other projects, namely YA and NA book tours. This meant working closely with your biggest headache in the company, Sabrina. While you had tried your best to interact with her, her consistent brushing off of children's authors and favoritism towards her own interests irked you. You and Sarah were the only two who didn't bother engaging with her unless necessary. Moreover, Sabrina’s consistent interest in James didn't go unnoticed.

James was partnered with her for her tour, and while he maintained a respectful distance, Sabrina would often stubbornly take his arm or pass a hand over his arm when moving past him. Despite this, you respected and trusted your partner and thought nothing of it.

However, after the tour, the late nights began. You knew they worked well together through the talk of her publicist, who gossiped like a little girl.

“They really nailed that final report! Goodness me, they work wonderfully together!” she would say.

The late nights concerned you, but James always reassured you with a firm peck on the forehead, insisting there was nothing to worry about. He still made it home in time for dinner. However, things tipped eventually as the gala was announced.

You were swept into the preparation for a children's author section when you noticed odd things. As James prepared for work, he would often leave the kitchen to take a call, returning 10 to 15 minutes later with a smug smile on his face. When you asked what happened, he would always reply with “successful business.”

As the months trudged on, James became more absent, missing dinner first with super apologetic messages, then skipping work lunches to take up work in his office. Sabrina made more motions to interact with you too. You thought it was for the sake of the committee, but something in the pit of your stomach simmered in warning at the flash of her teeth in a smile.

A month before the event, there was a weekend trip for the NA authors and James was invited. As he packed his bag, you stood with your arms folded in the door frame.

“Be sure to text me when you guys get to the retreat.”

He nodded absentmindedly, his blue eyes turning to you and noticing your tense posture. Something in him softened as he came to you and pulled you into his arms.

“It’ll be all over soon.”

You couldn’t even begin to ponder the meaning of the statement before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He didn’t message until days later, quoting poor signal.

-

Sam frowned as you paced the apartment. You had voiced your concerns to him, choosing to leave Sofia out of it.

“He's been picking more projects up with Sabrina,” Sam said almost accusatorily, his arms coming around you.

You were about to answer when there was a knock at the door. Sam opened it to find a dark-eyed James. He brushed past Sam to find you.

“You weren’t home,” he said darkly.

“I hadn’t heard you would be home,” you replied, standing up. James tugged you forward into a possessive kiss.

From then on, James was at your side more, for some reason possessively snapping and tense towards Sam. Despite his longer work hours with Sabrina, he would often crowd you at your apartment, especially when Sam was around.

Moments in the kitchen, like a palm to your neck, pushed you away, but then James would apologize, claiming stress as the gala approached.

It all hit a boiling point that night.

-

I've been down, I've been defeated

You're the message I was heeding

Would you stay

Would you stay the night? Ooh

That night, a fine Friday outside the statehouse, was scattered with strung lights and pulsing stars. You and Sam arrived together to attend the Children’s Department party. You received many congratulations, and as Sofia joined you, you enjoyed your time, waiting for James's arrival from the board meeting. As you stepped outside alone, you checked your phone but found no messages from James.

Last night, he had come home exceptionally late, skipping dinner and passing out from exhaustion. He left early in the morning with a quick peck on your sleeping forehead before slipping into the pre-dawn light.

As you turned from the secluded section towards the entrance, you caught a familiar voice. It was Sabrina, talking to someone hidden by the shadows.

“You can’t back out now, think of the headlines! I’m not letting you ruin this because of cold feet.”

She surged forward to kiss the man, dragging him into the light—it was James. Your little gasp was muffled by the sudden flashing of lights as the outer doors opened to the news, the flashes of cameras catching the affair. Something in James seemed to click as he pulled away, eyes wide. Then he saw you. Panic and something you couldn’t name passed through them. Sabrina turned to you with a pleased smile curving on her face.

She motioned to you as tears streamed down your face and other authors approached, drawn by the commotion. An arm tugged you into a chest as you felt Sam’s protective embrace, his anger palpable. There was a shift in James’s eyes then, and he pulled Sabrina to him, muttering the words that broke your heart,

“I never loved you anyway.”

Dead Sea

Told me I was like the Dead Sea

Never sink when you are with me

Oh Lord, I'm your Dead Sea

The next minutes passed in a blur of camera flashes and reporters' shouts as Sam pulled you through the crowd, Sofia and Sarah following close behind. The other guests caught on and—laughed? The tails of your dress cleared the ground as you slid into the passenger seat of Sam’s car. As he drove, your tears flowed freely. You could already imagine the headlines. You didn't want to think about them and turned to see Sam's knuckles white on the wheel.

“That bastard!” he muttered.

Sofia’s hand reached from the back seat to your shoulder. Her eyes were clouded with shock and shame, both for James and out of concern for you. As you arrived back at your apartment, the reality of the situation sank in.

The next day, the headlines featured your tear-streaked face. There was outrage from your fans, but Sabrina's influence and her larger following had others cheering for her and the handsome man. After silencing and privateing your socials, James tried to call. You just turned your phone off and continued packing. Sam had a crazy idea—jumping an ocean and starting fresh with his family’s publishing company.

At the airport, Sofia pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’ll take care of everything,” she promised.

And that, dear reader, is how you found yourself settling into and naming the Fox’s Den.

-

The group goes quiet as you finish with a shaky sigh. Simon is tight against you, and Sam is tense with a seasoned rage. Kyle had a frown on his face and Sofia set her hand on your knee.

“Its all over dear, I’ll make sure of it. Ill talk and see what I can-”

“No” Your firmer then you though your voice would be. 

“I can’t run from this Sofia. It would only make things worst.”

The older woman nods solemnly.

“He is a right sod” Kyle makes you laugh with the sudden exclamation. The tense mood is broken then as you feel Simon's arm flex under yours. As the others start a conversation you turn to him to find him looking down at you with narrowed eyes. 

“I'm here dove, he’ll keep off if he knows what's good for him.”

You breath out at the statement, its said simply and with promise.

You look to the others, finding their drinks empty and you stand suddenly and pull Simon with you.

“Tea?” The others nod and you go to let go of Simon’s hand but his hold yours firmly. You move over to the bar with the coffee machine and Simon follows one step behind. As you approach Simon spins you to lean against the counter before stepping into your space.

“I mean it Dove, I’m staying,” He looks away for a moment, “if you’ll have me.”

There is a flutter in your heart at his shyness and as the others chat you are shielded by Simon amongst the bookshelves. You look at his lips and he smirks, lips quirking up before he dips and kisses you. Between breaths, he chuckles,

“I'll take this as a yes.”

Whoa, I'm like the Dead Sea (dead sea)

The nicest words you ever said to me (said to me)

Honey, can't you see?

I was born to be your Dead Sea

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[melanieph321]

Pedri/Gavi - The Salsa Boys

💃🏿💃🏿💃🏿

Summary - Gavi asks Pedri to join him for a salsa class not knowing that it's a senior citizens slasa class.

Enjoy! 💃🏿

Pedri was enjoying his day off. You know, doing the usual relax and recovery routine. When suddenly a knock on his door came to be the disruption of his entire day.

"Gavi, what the hell is this?" He asked his best friend and teammate as the two of them entered their local community center.

"I told you, it's a salsa class." Gavi muttered miserably, gesturing for Pedri to hurry up.

The boys wandered through a corridor before cutting into a mirrored room where three older women were seen discussing amongst each other. That is, until one lady spun her head, spotting Pedri and Gavi hesitating in the door.

"¡Cariño, lo lograste!" (Sweetheart, you made it!)

Gavi sighed, the color of cheeks blossoming red. "Grandma. No need to make a fuss."

"Oh I must. I must! And look, you've brought a friend."

Pedri bowed his head with courtesy as Gavi's grandmother crossed the room to greet them. She did so, hurrying to pinch Gavi's cheeks before staining them with wet kisses.

"Grandma please." He complained. "If you don't stop, Pedri and I'll leave this minute."

"Oh hush you sourdough. Ain't that right Pedri? Hasn't Pablo gotten more and more like his father, the supreme sourdough himself."

To this Pedri laughed. He hadn't expected much fun when his friend came knocking for a favor. Gavi stated that the most exciting thing to come out of his grandmother's salsa class was that one of her friends may or may not drop dead from dancing.

"Hola, clase! Are you ready to salsa?"

Perdi's laughter ceased as a dark haired woman entered the room. She walked arm in arm with an older gentleman, escorting him to join Gavi's grandmother and her friends.

"I see that we have new edition to the class." She said, greeting the two boys with a friendly smile. A smile that had Gavi slapping Pedri's arm as the boy's eyes widened with interest.

"I'm Señorita Perez, but feel free to call me Linda. What are your names?"

She was beautiful and alluring in the most charming way. Fitted into a red summer dress that had the boys gawking as all the blood left their brains, settling between their legs.

"Oh children, have some manners." Said Gavi's mother. "My apologies Señorita Perez. This is my grandchild Pablo and his best friend Pedro."

"And they are here too…?" Señorita Perez regarded the boys in amusement, not at all applauded by their frantic eyes. Perhaps used to having this effect on men.

"To dance, of course." Gavi's grandma grabbed her grandchild by the arm, pulling him with her towards the dance floor. "You said we needed more men in this class so everyone could have a dance partner. With Pablo and Pedro we'll be an even number."

"That is fantastic, Señorita Gavira. Really. To have your grandchildren volunteer to dance salsa."

"Volunteer?" Gavi exclaimed. "Grandma, you threatened to stop coming to my football games if I didn't participate."

"Cariño, I would never say such a thing? Now, turn that frown upside down and let's dance!"

Salsa dancing. It would be Pedri's first encounter with it. The closest he had come to dancing is during a victory celebration. That would usually occur alongside his teammates, not Maria, his seventy year old dance partner.

"I have a bad hip honey, so go slow."

Pedri found himself anxious to miss a step as he and his partner began to move to the rhythmic music. He felt compelled not to step on the poor lady's toes, her invisible toes, hidden beneath her large bosom.

"Hey, my eyes are up here."

"No I— sorry." Pedri bowed his head in shame, earning the snicker of Gavi who swept by behind them. Unlike Pedri, Gavi was moving smoothly across the hardwood floor, leading his grandmother with grace as if the two had been dancing together since Gavi first learned how to walk.

"What? Like it's hard." He grinned.

"Chin up Pedro." Gavi's grandmother advised. " No lady wants the eyes of a gentleman staring at her breasts."

"I wasn't…" Pedri contained his rising temper. " I wasn't staring at her breasts, okay."

"Whatever you say man. It sure looked like it."

"You know what, fuck this."

"Pedro?"

"I'm sorry." Pedri apologized, taking his dance partner aside as he could no longer endure another minute of humiliation. "Is there a chance that you could find another dance partner? I really don't know what I'm doing."

There was a tap on Pedri's shoulder, Señorita Perez and her dance partner, the old man. "Is there a problem here?" She asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry for disturbing your class, Señorita Perez, but I really can't dance."

"Please call me Linda." She smiled. "Senior Santos, will you do the honors of escorting Maria back to the dance floor? I will dance with senior…."

"Gonzalez." Pedri blushed. He was then led back to the dance floor by senorita Perez, religiously trying not to throw glances at her swaying hips. Once they were back on the dance floor she had Pedri stand before her, intrustect him how to place his hands on her shoulder and hip.

"Ooop, that's too low honey."

Pedri's cheeks flushed. "S..sorry."

"That's alright, right where you're holding now is fine."

"No way."

Pedri shifted his head in confusion and so did Señorita Perez. Someone swept behind them, Gavi and his grandmother. They returned on Gavi's command as he couldn't believe his eyes. "You lucky bastard."

"Shut up." Pedri hissed and returned his attention to Señorita Perez's reassuring smile.

"You can lead us now if you want."

"How?"

She chuckled "By moving your feet, how else?"

"But how?"

"Like this, 1…2…3…."

Pedri chuckled once he realized what he was doing. He was dancing with Señorita Perez who made it look like Pedri was in the lead but in reality, she was leading him. He didn't mind however, being led. Not when his hands could practically feel how her hips swayed beneath his palms, slow and steady.

"Alright class, that's all for today!"

"No."

An hour had passed so fast. Pedri, mourning the end of it.

Gavi on the other hand… "Thank God. Let's get out of here."

"Not so fast." His grandmother said, stopping the boys on their way towards the door. "Will you two be back same time next week?"

"Grandma, that was not our deal. Pedri and I got more important things to…"

"We will." Pedri interrupted. "See you sometime next week, Señorita Gavira."

"What?"

Pedri ignored his friend and his grandmother for the matter as Señorita Perez gave him a slight wave where she stood behind them. It was enough to ensure Pedri's attendance for the next salsa class and the class after that.

[islandoforder]

Hi just properly scrolled through your blog for the first time and wanted to ask a question:

Re: Riz should be class president post from over a week ago - why should it be Riz over Kristen now that the class president position has stakes? Is it because of Kristen’s inconsistent access to her spells in case she needed to defend herself? I’d love to hear more about your thought process regarding this - assuming your opinion hasn’t changed since making that post.

My thoughts personally are that character-wise, it makes more sense to me for Riz to be the one strategizing as the campaign manager, because he’s the one actually finding a lot of the traps the Rat Grinders have put out for them.

Whereas Kristen makes more sense to me as a candidate purely because of her charisma and good radar for social bs - her weakness, of course, being that she’s a bit of a wild card in her choices regarding the campaign. But at the same time, she’s been able to get away with wearing a soggy salsa hat in front of the entire student body and still maintain some chance for the candidacy.

Obviously, I’m ignoring the more mechanical aspects of this comparison. If that’s what you were referring to in your original post idk then. I’m still wrapping my head around how Riz rolls so well now, level 10 dnd shit is way over my head.

Sorry if this was long, I just wanted to express my thoughts as well as hear yours! Idk how far away we are from getting back to the campaign to class president, who knows what happens after they get back from fallinel!

hi! sorry this is such a late reply, i've been away and i wanted to watch the new ep before i started posting about anything d20 in case of unintentional spoilers haha

so i think part of it is that, imho, brennan intended the class president arc to be riz's:

kipperlily is a rogue, v type a, and a narrative foil to riz, and this would have directly pitted them against one another

riz needed extra credit things for his college app, like being involved in student govt/being student president

there's also something about kipperlily being fundamentally riz but richer

kristen's arc was clearly always going to be about cassandra, trying to regain her favour, or increase her popularity, or resurrect her

nara is the kristen foil this season (once again, kristen but richer)

everyone has like an individual arc this season except for riz, bc his was supposed to be student president

beyond all of this, i don't actually think kristen is able to take the student president stuff too seriously - every time she tries, she ends up doing a bit instead, at the steel workers union, at the middle school, even at the party. i actually think if riz was the candidate, he would manage himself, in the same way that fabian wanted to be the party house and arranges that himself, and adaine needed a job and worked on and got that herself. so like i agree that he's the best campaign manager, but that doesn't preclude him from being the best candidate as well??

also, frankly, a lot of the good social graces kristen has had this year are from riz putting in the hard work - him joining all the clubs and making those connections, him taking stress to give her more popularity, his own popularity, etc.

like i'm enjoying the silliness of kristen's campaign, but i'm kind of with sklonda on this - riz would be a better candidate, and it is to some degree a shame that he's putting this much effort into running a campaign for someone else. if they legit need the student body president bc they'll become proxy headmaster, then i think a more serious campaign with riz at the helm and finally having his time in the spotlight is not a bad idea!!

[ouroborosorder]

In regards to your salsa conundrum, did you or your friend A) ever play one of Nintendo’s Earthbound/Mother games or B) read any of the comics/CYOA games featured on the MS Paint Adventures website, possibly either Problem Sleuth or Homestuck? Those two factors might explain how you friend and Toby came up with the same joke.

he was a very big earthbound fan, and did go on starman.net where Toby Fox also frequented, but that was like. A couple years before we started working on this game. This is why I figured it was a reference. But my friend has no recollection of this being a bit or a reference or anything. I feel insane

[brittle-doughie]

Ok so we already know how y/n meet Crowned Cupcake and her feelings towards y/n but what about the other four?

How did Salsa, Dumpling, Bitter Candy and Cherry Cream meet y/n? What are their actual thoughts and feelings towards y/n? Why do they have the jobs that they do? 

It's probably just me but y/n and Salsa give off similar vibes as Hollyberry and Wildberry like y/n found Salsa on the streets as an orphan and took her in and as become their subsequent daughter and unofficial heir

I'm asking this because Salsa and Dumplings lore is a bit old so some things have probably changed. Plus Bitter Candy and Cherry Cream have joined the group adding even more lore

Salsa’s and Dumpling’s backgrounds were not changed, actually!

I already stated that Salsa Cookie is more akin to Caramel Arrow with her loyalty to you and the kingdom. She wasn’t strong enough to fend off monsters attacking her hometown. So when you came along and handled them, she wanted to join you in hopes of being able to better protect everyone she cares about.

Dumpling Cookie alway felt like she was a numbers Cookie, but the jobs in Flower City wasn’t exactly suited for her needs. She wanted a spot where she can use her intellect to the best of her abilities, it really felt like she had hit a dead end in her search…until she heard of the newly formed Cookie Kingdom being back in business.

(Giving kudos to @/desperatelittledemon for inspiration to the direction of her character as well as the art.)

Cherry Cream Cookie was actually one of few assassins sent to handle you. However, given how Cookies around already regard you in friendly terms and your immunity to charms, her seductress act didn’t really work. It ended with Cherry Cream developing genuine interest during the time that she was trying to butter you up. She ends up abandoning her mission and joining you as your own assassin, kinda like Lilac Cookie in a way.

(Again, kudos to @/desperatelittledemon for the look of Bitter Candy here.)

Bitter Candy Cookie…wasn’t exactly well liked in the medical field due to her bitter medicine that can leave a mean aftertaste for a while. Her medicine did work, it was just the bitterness that proved to be unbearable and why should Cookies have to endure that when there was other, just as qualified medical Cookies around that don’t have bitter medicine? Bitter Candy tries not to let it get to her, but keeping up her smile and confidence was easier said then done. Until a certain Y/N walked through those doors with a bad affliction that Bitter Candy knew exactly how to treat, you trusted her and had her medicine. It would be amongst the few that would willingly take her aid, which led to her role as your personal royal nurse.

For some, they felt like they didn’t belong in the world until you came along. For others, they felt you were their second chance.

[theeccentricraven]

Writecamp Day 29 🐚

I was afraid I wouldn't get this done today, but I did! Here's my latest installment for Writecamp, created by the wonderful @agirlandherquill 😎

the rules are as follows: choose a prompt (or as many of them as you like) from the list, write something and share your creation with the rest of writeblr, and share the game with others, because as we all know writing is a gift and it deserves to be shared!

For Day 29 I chose the dialogue prompt, "There's nothing wrong with you, the problem lies with them."

This prompt fit perfectly with a character dialogue moment in The Blood Cleaners my YA Dystopia. It's a bit long, but it's all foreshadowing what's to come later in the story. 😶‍🌫️

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By the time they seated at the table, Mia served the chorizo and blueberry muffins. 

While Justin searched for salsa, Joselyn took a muffin. “So, what was it like having teachers as parents? ¿Cómo fue tener profesores como padres?”

Mia chuckled. “Nada especial.”

Ben smirked, taking a forkful of pork. “I’m with Mia. Nothing special. Pressured us to study more than other parents, I’d say.” He whispered to Mia in translation.

Joselyn swallowed a bite of muffin. “I mean, the teachers do well enough that they don’t need their children to work, and they’re responsible to keep everyone in Corpa literate. How would you say that affected you growing up?”

Ben put his fork down. “I hear you. Her and mine just wanted to learn, to share knowledge. And yes, their role allowed their kids to be better off. I never wore a uniform before I put on my blood cleaner jumpsuit. My parents supported my decision to join the blood cleaners. They must’ve liked seeing me mingle with the laborers. It wasn’t until this job that I realized how the teachers get a bad rep they don’t deserve.”

“In what way?” Justin asked, though he had a hunch on the answer, considering the arguments that echoed around the tunnels regarding the existence of ghosts.

Joselyn tapped his shoulder. “Mia told me a little about this last night. People complain about what the teachers teach us, but it’s not like the teachers have a choice.” For a moment, she twitched her face like a little fire ignited inside. "There's nothing wrong with you, the problem lies with them. I mean…nothing against the teachers, but your leaders. Our leaders."

Ben sadly nodded. “‘Teacher says this, teacher says that.’ It never occurred to them that Maestro Felipe doesn’t want people to be ignorant nor to rob their choice to believe what they want. He has curious questions that the Fists forbid him to voice, supposedly for the ‘good of the city’.” 

“Like what?” Justin listened as he poured the salsa over the pork.

Ben picked up his fork and held it in the air. “I always wondered, why are English and Español such wildly different languages? Our ancestors before the Last War spoke dozens if not hundreds of languages. Whenever teachers inquire about historical records, they are shut down.”

Joselyn whispered in Spanish to Mia, who nodded, seeming to agree with Ben. Mia rambled on about something. Ben took a few bites, chewed, and swallowed before he looked at Justin.

“Mia was just saying that her parents were always curious about the fertility of Corpa’s soil. Science says that this land should be a desert. Yet the soil is so good. There’s nothing that the farms can’t produce. Many of these fruits shouldn’t be thriving here, yet they do. No book in the libraries explains why. Some managers of the schools petitioned the Fists to release tomes from their libraries. Nothing but the cold shoulder in response.”

Justin digested the words. “You mean, the Fists have more info than what we have?”

Ben shrugged. “It’s said that in the Steel, the Fists house more books about the world before the Last War. We can’t know for sure when nothing in the Steel leaves the Steel. Supposedly, the world of our foolish ancestors can’t be shared, ‘for the good of the city.’”

Joselyn glowered. “How do the teachers put up with this?”

Ben took another forkful. “In the same way we blood cleaners put up with the rules.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I told my mom to stop bringing her sickness into every single conversation?

My (17F) mom has been sick for the last year or so. Its nothing terminal or excessively bad, just the consequences of some poor choices on her behalf regarding things like birth control, diet and medication. Picking things she knows makes her sick, eating poorly even though she knows it makes her feel worse, ect.

Still. She's sick, and I've been sympathetic and as supportive as I can be while she goes through this vicious cycle of trying to get better. I do feel pretty bad for her because some days you can tell she's really not feeling good at all.

However. My mom also has...You could say not the best grasp on boundaries or what is actually appropriate or even welcome in general conversation. She has a habit of wanting everything to know everything. I've grown up hearing all about her sex life and her periods and her breast augmentation and what not.

More than once I've had to tell her that literally nobody at the dinner table wants to hear about how her period is coming out in chunky globs, but usually she just acts victimised and goes off about how she can never say anything and how its a totally normal, natural thing.

Which, sure. But also. Its not really what I want to hear when staring at a bowl of salsa.

And with her being sick and all the wonderful bodily things that come with that, my god, its gotten worse. And she will tell literally anyone about it.

The cashier at the grocery store now knows my mom hasn't taken a solid poop in a year. My best friends came over for dinner the other night and one of the literal first things my mom starts telling them about is how her period is so heavy she's flooding everywhere and how horrible it is.

At my doctor's appointment the other day I sat there for 20 minutes listening to my mom talk about her raw nipples and how her breasts feel like hot rocks.

I literally cannot take it anymore. I don't think there's been a single conversation or even day where my mom hasn't gone on about some form of frankly gross bodily function that I would happily live my life perfectly oblivious to.

I get she's sick. I get that it sucks. I understand that sometimes you just want to vent.

But honestly. I just want to tell her that if I have to hear about her poops or her breasts or her period again I will gouge my own eardrums out with a spork and I will wear blackout glasses so even if she learns sign language to keep going, I simply won't see it.

Obviously, I'd be more gentle about asking her to tone it down or cut it out. Hell, I'd probably even try to find her a friend to talk to it about just so it doesn't have to be me.

But like. Is it too rude? I know being sick and periods and what not are natural, but honestly, its been years of this and I really feel like no kid should know what vibrator their mom prefers and what the current consistency of her period is.

What are these acronyms?