#'it's obvious the deactivator will be on your right' well. obviously not. it was on the right but on a corner bit of the wall

[chqnified]

If you ever feel dim. Don't worry. I set off the security alarms trying to open up the office building. Because i was tapping the fob on the aircon/electric unit and NOT the security alarm deactivator

[skarlette1]

Wishful Wand - Part One (NEW)

Being a reporter covering superheroes leads to some very odd conversations. Who else but me, Zelda Zane, would be standing in Libido Leagu Tower, arguing over the potential superpowers of sex toys with the League’s operations chief, Sammie Sims?

“Look, Sammie, I’m sure it’s a good dildo, but that’s all it is. I’m not belittling the ability to give a girl a few good orgasms, but it’s just a toy. A hunk of plastic. It’s not magic.”

“I thought that, too, Zelda. I was just sorting through old junk in the Libido League storage facility when I stumbled across it. It’s so plain-looking, I didn’t even notice it at first. I was moving it aside to get at something underneath it when I noticed how good it felt in my hand. Looking down, I realized it wasn’t a piece of junk, but some sort of perfectly-sculpted wand.”

“Right, right. The League has faced that sort of thing before, right? Argent confiscated something called the Mesmerizer that brainwashed through pleasure. Captain Alpha had an alien artifact called a Cosmic Orgasmatron … or something. I don’t have too many details about that.” I didn’t dare to meet her eyes, lest my expression give away just how much first-hand experience I’d had with the Orgasmatron in Captain Alpha’s hidden Quimtonian Refuge.

“Obviously, the first thing I did was check for signs of mind control tech. I ran every test Platinum Panther could devise. It’s clean. Except for the little squiggly engravings on the exterior, it’s just an ordinary sex toy. By the time I finished all my tests and scans, I gotta admit, I was pretty horny.”

“Sammie, you didn’t.”

“Of course I did. I took the wand back to my room and did what it was made for. Let me tell you: best orgasms of my life, hands down! The sensation of those little engravings teasing over my skin—Ooooh! Just thinking about the feel of them gets me wet.”

“Sammie! I may be a reporter, but some things are just TMI—Too Much Information.”

“Okay, okay. Anyway, after I lost track of my orgasms, the wand sent me a vision.”

“A vision?” As if her story weren’t weird enough already!

“Yes, a vision. Of U4ia.”

“Sammie, U4ia has been deactivated for months.”

“I know. That’s how I know that the wand is magic. It gave me a vision of U4ia’s soul. She appeared before me and told me how to fix her. I never would have thought of it on my own, but now it’s so obvious. I’ve started the process and it’s working! Her core programming is recompiling right now and she will be ready to boot up in a few hours!”

Sammie had gone too deep this time. I had to give her some perspective. “You may think that you spoke to the soul of a machine after an orgasm-induced hallucination, Sammie, but there’s a more obvious answer. You simply entered an altered state of consciousness from overdosing on orgasms and it helped your brain put together a new solution to your problem. That’s wonderful for you and for U4ia, Sammie. But it’s not a news story.”

Sammie laid her hand on my shoulder. “I’m not giving this to you for a news story, Zelda. I’m giving this to you as a friend. To help with your ... problem.”

“What problem?”

She gave me that look you give someone in denial. “Captain Alpha’s been off-planet nearly six months, Zelda.”

“I very well aware of that. What makes that my problem?”

“C’mon, Zelda. Everyone knows that you and Alpha are an item. It’s got to be killing you that you can’t speak to her. Or touch her. Or hold her. You must be, y’know, lonely. This can help with both speaking to her and not-being-lonely.” She gave me an exaggerated wink.

Captain Alpha had wanted to keep our relationship private—for my safety. Even though I called her by her Quimtionian name “Al-Phae” and had exactly the sort of relationship that Sammie was implying, I couldn’t let her know that. “My relationship with Captain Alpha, the Vixen of Vigor, Defender of Earth, is none of your business, Sammie. Even if we were … together … some weird sex toy wouldn’t make Alpha’s absence any easier to bear.”

“But it could! If you’d just use it, I know that the magic would let you talk to Captain Alpha, no matter how far away she is.”

“This is ridiculous, Sammie. I thought you were rational. A woman of science. An engineer.”

“I am rational. This makes perfect sense. How about I make you a deal?”

“What kind of deal?”

“If you try the wand for twenty minutes, I’ll give you an exclusive interview with U4ia as soon as she’s fully reactivated. I know your editor loves exclusive access with heroines.”

“She does, but this is just weird, Sammie.”

“Weird or not, there’s no way you can lose, Zelda. Either I’m wrong and you get to be the first person to talk to U4ia, or I’m right and you get to talk to Captain Alpha. What’s it going to be?”

That’s how I found myself in a guest bedroom of Libido League Tower at three in the afternoon, drawing the blinds and slipping off my shoes. Sammie had given me the “magic” dildo in a steel briefcase like it was the nuclear launch codes. The idea that this thing would give me a magical vision of my dear Al-Phae was ridiculous.

But Sammie was right that I’d missed Al-Phae’s touch for many months. I knew that wherever she was, she was doing important work to keep Earth safe. Even so, a part of me was getting desperate for sensation. I’d longed for the touch of an absent lover before, but this was different. After sex with Al-Phae, it felt like all the sex on Earth couldn’t quite measure up. On so many nights, I’d hold the special signal watch Al-Phae had given me. She’d said that it could contact her anywhere in the universe if I needed her. I didn’t want to interrupt whatever important, dangerous work she was doing just because I was missed the sound of her voice, the taste of her kiss. I much as I wanted her, I wanted to be good for her more.

Maybe I’d just examine this “wand” for the twenty minutes Sammie had requested and hand it back to her. It felt weird to masturbate in a guest room when Sammie knew exactly what I was doing. As a reporter, I cherished my privacy.

Still, It was worth taking a look at the wand. I opened the lid of the steel briefcase. Nestled in form-fitting foam padding was white piece of plastic, about eight inches long with a slight curve to it. It was featureless except for a few engravings on the side. Their shape reminded me of something I’d seen in Captain Alpha’s Quimtonian Refuge.

After one glance, I was certain that its curved shape would fit inside me perfectly, as if it had been custom-crafted to my body. Looking again, I wasn’t as certain it was made of plastic. It was so shiny, perhaps it was a type of metal? Or maybe ceramic?

To examine it more closely, I took it from the briefcase. The moment my fingers caressed it, a surge of lust rippled through my body. Warm to the touch, the thing felt alive in my hand. Nothing on Earth had ever felt so inviting. Without thinking, I found both hands exploring its contours and pressing the thing against the sensitive skin of my wrists, my throat, and my chest. I wasn’t sure when I’d laid back and lifted my skirt, but my pussy was already dripping by the time the wand trailed down my thigh.

My reporter’s curiosity swelled with my lust. I’d need to keep my head and pay attention to the sensations to better understand this bizarre item. Getting swept away by pleasure was a luxury I could not afford.

The moment it grazed my clit, I came. Despite my resolve, the orgasm crashed through me like a tsunami, powerful and irresistible. I found myself drowning in pleasure and never wanting to breathe again. It was like a star going nova inside my blood, a million years of bliss in every heartbeat.

When the cosmic orgasm mellowed enough for my eyes to open, I wasn’t in Libido League Tower. Mist and shadow surrounded me, the smell of musk hung thick in the still air. Time moved strangely, both too fast and too slow at once. A strange tingling across my skin—both hot and cold and neither at the same time—told me without a doubt that whatever this place was, it wasn’t Earth.

It took every ounce of my willpower and physical strength to pull the bizarre wand from between my legs. It was like it was magnetized to my pussy! As much as I craved another cosmic orgasm, I knew I needed to find out where I was! Holding the wand as far behind my back as my arm would allow, I forced myself to my feet. Taking a few shaky steps forward, the mist clung to my bare feet. “Hello? Is anyone there?” The mist seemed to swallow my words.

A figure strode out of the mist, tall and dark. She had a haughty look and a magnetic beauty second only to my beloved Al-Phae. She wore a dress tattered into rags. The mist seemed to leach the color out of everything, turning her skin a despairing gray except for her warm, pink lips. “Greetings, Zeldazane, female Earthling, erotic confection of the last daughter of Quimton. Welcome to the Shade Circumference.”

--To Be Continued (next week)...

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Like what you read? Will you buy me a coffee and request something rich to sink my teeth into? Or peek into the depths of my longer fiction?

[vanmarkus]

1000% agree with your fandom post, which is part of why I stopped trying after months and months. People stay in their circles or only repeat what the "popular blogs" say. Best case scenario was my stuff was stolen and got notes lol Worst case was nobody cared (even though I reblogged a lot, went through the tags, did fic recs etc it was never reciprocated) So now when people complain about engagement or there not being enough fics on something, well... it's your own fault. I'm still sad about it obviously, so sorry for being a little bitter but yeah :/

yeah, it's a tough spot to be a creator and watch other people get notes only because they move in the right circles or worse seeing your stuff stolen and reposted, especially right back onto the same damn site instead of an actual reblog

and this includes all arts; drawings, edits, fics, gifs, etc and i say this as someone who has done all of the above and had their stuff stolen and reposted either to twitter, pinterest or right back to tumblr, hence why i changed my watermark recently (i'm not happy about it and i know it won't exactly stop anyone from reposting my gifs, but at least it makes it more obvious)

and ngl even as someone who is trying to consume art of all kinds, i have to wade through posts that are visibly stolen and reposted — put on my dash by mutuals who clearly couldn't care less, unless of course it's their own fics or art or gifs or whatever.

and not that you asked for it, but my advice is still the same: start tagging your moots, however uncomfortable it makes you, because if you don't, it'll just set you behind people who are unashamedly tagging everyone who even they themselves don't follow, but know have a lot of followers

(there is a now relatively popular writer in the fandom who went around tagging everyone unfiltered and now all their stuff are doing pretty big numbers — i personally think that isn't polite, but whatever you can stomach for your art i guess)

the other thing i have to say is that sometimes you have to actively ignore the frustration that comes with all of this and create for your own joy. they are now mostly privved (or were posted onto a twt which is now deactivated) but the last time i was active as an artist i found a sort of freedom in knowing that my stuff won't get any notes, which sounds a little insane, but it was a nice feeling to just sit down, draw whatever for whatever fandom or sketch ocs and then not even having to worry about their reception

[mentallyshattered]

This is part 19 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

The first thing we see when we walk into the club room is that Grim and I are the only Pomefiore students. Joy.

The second thing is that guy's hair is fire, much like the inside of Grim's ears. Guess it's just a rare trait, then.

The third thing is that Fire Hair Guy is staring straight at Grim. He probably didn't know animals could have that, too. He might just be a cat person. Either way, he's a clubmate now.

"You must be the new members! Welcome! I am Azul Ashengrotto, housewarden of Octanville and manager of the Monstro Lounge, and this," He motions to the guy he's apparently supposed to be playing chess with, "Is Idia Shroud, housewarden of Ignihyde. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Fire Hair looks like he's going to explode from anxiety. He's the one sitting accross from Azul, and he looks very intently at Grim, like his presence is the one thing keeping him conscious.

"What are your names, newcomers?"

"I'm Grim, and this is my familiar, Yuu! Spelled Y-u-u, not y-o-u."

Azul now looks off-put. "Well, Grim and Yuu, we here at the Board Games club are quite glad you're here! Welcome! And, if you ever need, say, a wish, then do not hesitate to come to me."

Idia sighs. "Never go to him for a wish, kitty. He's deceptive."

"I can hear you whisper, Shroud."

"Eep!"

Right off the bat, I recall something I was told at the entrance ceremony: Azul Ashengrotto, the housewarden of Octanville, is always trying to get people to sign contracts with him. Usually, only he benefits. Grim knows this, too.

"What, did we walk into the Contracts Over an Unsused-But-Set-Up Chessboard Club? Sorry, we signed up for something else. Come on, Grim, let's go find the club where they actually play chess."

"I'm back! Oh? New clubmates? Sweet!"

...looks like floating is another rare trait. This new kid has the same blue fire hair as Idia, as well as equally yellow eyes. He looks to be wearing some kind of jet boots, which he deactivates when he enters the room to oogle at Grim.

"A cat! Aww, your fur looks so soft and silky- and you have a uniform! By the seven, you're adorable!"

Grim straightens up, puffing out his chest and looking very proud. I do the same- after all, he's my familiar.

"Ortho, there's no need to be so close to our new members. Personal space, you know."

Well, now Grim just looks annoyed.

"Myeh, Azul, you have something on your face."

"This?" He points to a little black dot near his lips. "That is supposed to be there."

"Not what I meant," Grim continues, "the wire. Were you born into a fence or something?"

Ortho bursts out laughing. Idia does the same. Azul does not follow suit, but does try to talk, failing miserably become everyone in the room but him is too busy laughing their asses off to hear him.

Idia finishes laughing, pulls out a game labeled "Cliffs & Climbs," and sets it up, motioning for Ortho, me, and Grim to join. Azul continues failing to explain glasses to a cat who's ignoring him while people laugh at the obvious ragebait he's fallen for.

"I heard the whole thing from down the hall. Nice to meet you! I'm Ortho Shroud, freshman and Ignihyde's Vice Housewarden, as well as Idy's little brother. This character is mine."

Just looking at the board, it's a game of Snakes and Ladders. Ortho has selected a small, wooden flame to represent himself. Grim and I choose the cat, obviously. Idia considers for a moment, then picks the thimble that probably didn't come with the game. He flips it open-side-up when he puts it on the board, and Ortho glares at him until he sets it so you can't see the opening from above.

Let the board games begin.

[wildcatofgreen]

((hi! local catmun here. by now it has ALREADY BEEN new years about a couple hours over on my side of the world. and i wanna be a sentimental little MF for a little bit

((these past couple months. getting the chance to come to this wonderful community, to meet all these wonderful people, to make all these new friends, to make all these wonderful experiences and to share the silly little adventures of a bisexual green cat from a chinese inspired world

((it just. it warms my heart. it makes me so happy. it makes me SO fucking happy.

((i dont know how many words ive written for this blog, but i will say

((in these past couple months, from the start of this blog to now, i have overtaken the amount of pages that were on the original wildcatofgreen blog. sitting at 157 pages of content here. compared to the old blog's 121.

((121 pages that were intermixed between hiatuses and long stretches of things happening.

((it's not like i didnt have passion for the blog--i started it right before freedom planet 2 was announced. the passion was there, the dripfeeds of content filling my brain were already set in motion and i did little blurbs questioning these characters we had never heard of before

((in the old blog's canon, askal was lilac's and carol's teacher. there was this overarching plot point about askal's training with these two to make them stronger and better, just in case a new threat were to occur (([if it wasnt obvious, i was setting up for fp2, of which i thought it wouldve been coming out Soon™. lmaoing at my old self she did not even have a sliver of a guess]

((i figured out reasonable dates for lilac's, milla's and carol's birthdays by scouring ziyo-ling's deviantart for the dates the characters were originally posted! (([lilac aug 19th (([milla may 28th (though with recent revelations her birthday might as well be the-day-they-found-her] (([carol dec 27th] (([and to complete the quadrio, neera's birthday would obviously be fp1's release date--july 21st]

((back then i even imagined a weird, strained relationship between carol and her sister. i had thoughts about how shitty the scarves were. i had ideas and headcanons about a LOT of stuff [and i still have to sift through all of it at SOME POINT i SWEAR IM GONNA DO IT]

((but i think the thing that... probably got me to stop doing it in the first place was... the lack of people to do it with? the lack of people to build these stories with and to make these things happen

((this isnt to say i wasnt rping with people back then--i obviously was. there's 121 pages to prove i was. and i remember hitting the milestone of getting 200 followers on that blog. it's probably not sitting at that number anymore with all the deactivated blogs and such ((but at it's peak! i had people who wanted to interact with me. i had probably a lot of the same things i do now.

((maybe, just... i was the problem, back then. i can see it from how standoffish i was--how my rules were written, how aggressive i wrote x y and z thing. and maybe someone who goes back to look at the previous blog wont get these same vibes i get ((but youre your own worst critic, right? i know myself--i know how scared i was to be friendly with people, to show myself and to kind of... have fun with things. i still have that fear now--to be more ooc than ic. that people dont care about ooc because the blog isnt about me--it's about carol!

((i still kind of hold that philosophy. y'all ain't follow for catmun y'all followed for carol, and i dont wanna flood up my blog with a bunch of unnecessary posts, no matter how much i wanna archive that stuff and keep it for prosperity's sake it kind of feels like i flooded up the blog from what's supposed to actually be there.

((i wasnt nice to myself much. i was kinda awkward but i can forgive myself for that. its been seven-to-five years since any of that. i didnt allow myself to be... well, me.

((but now. its kind of overwhelming, to see how much love and support this little blog gets. how people who i feel i can truly call my friends are so into the things that happen here. how people can enwrap themselves into this little silly lore i have. there's this passion here from... so many people i write with. its. its exciting!!!

((ive never felt so confident about my writing. ive never felt so happy about writing. ive never felt so excited to move on with another crazy wacky thing.

((i still think long time no see dragon girl is my magnum opus on this blog--something that ive tried to build up a while through hints about lilac's thought process without actually just, letting you see as her, and stuff through carol's thought process. the moment where it hit, the moment where lilac went on her little monologue about being the scarf's princess, the moment where lilac looked at carol and asked "Would you?" is, i think, one of the best things ive written on this blog hands down. ((and that all spawned from the funny question of ''what if lilac was homophobic and gay''. like that idea was just a funny joke to myself for a while, but the more i thought about it the more i went ''this could actually be something''. ((and then i started rping with azure and their lilac obviously influenced that lilac and now the two lilacs are one in the same ((it helps that past blog's lilac didnt DO much and i didnt have these thoughts about the love angle back thing. made everything more free form now (([though tbh if i DID i could just RETCON WHATEVER I WANTED HAHAHAHA]

((that's all not to say that i dont think the other things ive written on here werent good--not at all

((the first big plot with sonarmun, that all spawned off because an anon said "get married already" (([btw anon carol is currently getting married right now because of YOU. THIS IS YOUR FAULT, WHOLEHEARTEDLY <3]

((the date night, which TOOK A WHILE TBF but it was still loads of fun ((the first bapho/carol thread, which ALSO TOOK AWHILE but is still one of my favorites ((tangle/carol interactions give me life i love these two idiots so anything with THEM ((that first lilac/carol thread with azure [that is still unfinished, i intend to go back to it SOMEDAY] with all their cute interactions and all the neat things like carol's bike being decidedly not-as-cool as it is now and lilac's earpods being SHITTY and all the other things to show just how fucking far theyve come

((those are just some notable ones but there's so many things i think are just. GOOD. so many interactions i just. LOVE.

((big RECENT highlight? the most recent lilac/carol thread--carol's little tirade took. a while to write. but it all flowed off the page. and like, reading lilac during that thread genuinely made me wanna cry

((if you want another big recent highlight its the fights in the battlesphere blitz arc--just for the fact that i was going into something i had. NO confidence in [fight scenes]. and here this was gonna be a whole fucking arc just ABOUT fight scenes, built up for WEEKS at this point. ((i was so scared to do any of it. scared to write the fights, scared to do the character interactions, scared to pull off the cordelia plot point. but the fears werent warranted--because it all came out good. ((i am especially proud of the askal fight and the second spade fight--the one AFTER zao was an asshole. i think those two are real fucking highlights and im so happy with them

((point being...! its. all of this, all of this

((it makes me so happy!!!! this is the most fun ive had in years with writing!!!! this is the most passion ive had in years with writing!!!!! this makes me wanna do it for as long as i possibly can!!!!! im so fucking happy!!!!!!

((and a lot of it, a LOT of it, is thanks to you guys

((the people who follow me and want to interact with me and want to see more of the stuff i do and more of the ideas i have and

((all of it! i

((i didnt think i could be so happy about rping. i didnt think people like this would exist, frankly.

((i wouldnt be able to do awesome EVENTS like this. i had this lingering anxiety in the back of my head that the wedding would be too imposing on other writers and i didnt want to make it this big, grand, amazing event that it should be because like

((i was scared people wouldnt be down for it

((but everyone i sent in an ask for was... totally down for it!!! and even now people are doing things and interacting and just

((im so happy. im crying. im fuckin' crying because all of this feels impossibly awesome and i dont even know what to say

((thank you, all of you, from the bottom of my heart. no matter who you are, no matter if i interact with you a lot or dont interact at all, no matter if youre just a personal blog who sometimes reads my stuff, no matter what.

((thank you so much

((i didnt think anything about making the carol blog again, other than to get some stuff done with sonar and carol, and to maybe throw a silly cat at some people

((but all of this? all of this?

((i cant express how grateful i am. i cant express how happy this really makes me feel. i cant express how glad i am to be in such an amazing community full of roleplayers. i love you all, i really, really do.

((this blog has barely been up for three months. and ive already made memories and stories i know ill keep until the end of my days.

((i cant wait to continue writing with you all. i cant wait to see what the new year will bring us. because, fuck it

((its gonna be really, really fucking fun

((EDIT 4:52am 1/1/23: HAPPY NEW YEARS. I FORGOT TO PUT THAT IN OOPS MY BAD

((i love you all. i really, really do.

((thank you.))

[zumpietoo]

OML......where to fucking begin??? 

Dude, noooo....Beano, hilariously deactivated five seconds after I pointed out she was clearly janASS.....AND her own “insiders”. I absolutely love, as well, sniveling and whimpering about fandumb meanies to, the actual fandumb meanies, who exist entirely (by their own admittance) to lie about/seek to destroy complete strangers’ lives.....and post death threats, doxxing, etc...

Meanwhile, why yes, I believe all three of those ARE working just sooo well for PP, funny how you’re also all now announcing you have both substance abuse and MH issues, while condemning others for the exact same, huh????

The shit about PP’s sexuality is particularly hilarious because all of you, regardless of your own sexuality, want PP with a dude.....you don’t exactly conceal this....

Silly as psycho begins....

Oh myyyyy......IDK even what to say, but is this some sort of seekrit thingjammie??? And, apparently they aren’t festive pals, afterall? Hmmmm....

Also, why is kettlezerobullshit “down to chat in dms” about PP’s sexuality, anyway? I mean she can do (obviously) what she wants, but this is just weird...

Plus, again, all of you make it sooooo beyond obvious you only want Peepster with a dude.....who can improve her career. 

Ummm.....so did you, you were, in fact, downright chummy with them. Plus, “guilty pleasure”? How is it a pleasure to follow peeps insisting their lies are fact and devoting themselves to destroying other people-----EVEN if they fail? The only “pleasure” there is in how patently ridiculous they consistently are....

Because, actually? They didn’t have much, if ANY of that info, ever.....in fact, they were consistently wrong (like, you know, PP as booty call to John Mayer and Chris Evans)....and most of their posts were to hate on Cole and bodyshame/disparage other wimmin....

It appears k0b and Silly FuckLili are no longer friends, huh? 

Yess....you’re just sooooo above all this, right k0b???? Just soooooo much better....dude, you lie all over the place, as well....

Silly gettin’ grouchy (and verrryyyyy paranoid), noooow.....also, dude, your entire blog is bitchy, batshit bullshit. Not sure why now YOU’RE above this....

Hmmm....now WTF is THIS juiciness? And why am I included???? 

Also, is this saying there WAS moar to the deactivations? Inquiring minds DO wanna know!

Is that how often she comes out as your alter? 

And peeps sent her deth threats cuz her real name was Jodie Mason? That’s extra hilarious, given how it must’ve been some rapid fire deth threats, since she deactivated legit 5 seconds after I had an anon revealing her real identity. And the exact same shit happened with Beano....

Dudes, she was outed, she’s a coward....SUCK IT

Speaking of cowards, ummm.....again, so why are all you exclusively in-app then? That’s a pussy bitch move if EVER there were one. 

Your ass might be bad, Silly, but you are most assuredly NOT bad assed....

IDK even WTF this IS.....but I’m also pretty confident Silly was speaking to her reflection....

Ummm....PP is beyond thin skinned and seems to take issue with fuckin’ everything. But again, IDK even wtf this is....

And yet, again, she deactivated 5 seconds later. Plus, as I recall....YOU were the one who posted this was WHY she deactivated at the time. 

See Silly? The problem is, if you lie, you need to keep your lies consistent and straight....

[antianakin]

In all fairness here, I do this a LOT.

I am a very strong proponent of blocking whoever the fuck you want, whenever the fuck you want, for whatever reason you want. Curate your internet experience the way you need it to be, and if that means blocking somebody who comes on your post trying to start a debate when you're just... uninterested in having a debate, I am all for that. My blocklist is FULL of pro-Anakin/pro-Anidala fans who have responded to my posts that I have exactly zero interest in interacting with. Some of them I have been told BY OTHER PEOPLE that they aren't worth interacting with. I've got people blocked I've never even interacted with, but I've just generally disliked their posts that I've seen sometimes and decided to pre-emptively block them just in case.

I also know from experience, as someone who DOES enjoy a good debate, that not everybody enjoys debating about their favorite media, not everybody enjoys debating AT ALL, so even if you have the kindest of intentions when responding to somebody, they're going to disengage as fast as possible. Nobody on the internet owes anyone else a debate about anything. Heck, no one in REAL LIFE owes anyone else a debate about anything.

The person this post is about? They are now blocked. It's generally pretty obvious when someone is commenting on a post of mine in good faith even if they're disagreeing with me, and when they're just either being insulting or spoiling for a fight. I don't owe the Stanakins a debate or the ability to interact with me or my posts. I reserve the right to block them if I think they're being too insulting or starting a debate in bad faith or just trying to start a fight. It's entirely possible that the Anakin fan whose post you responded to felt similarly even if you don't feel like you were being insulting or aggressive in any way.

Obviously I agree with you about the clones here! I do! But I don't actually blame the person who blocked you for doing so because, well, I've done exactly that myself and feel no shame over it. There are ABSOLUTELY people who have me blocked that I don't even remember interacting with in any way and you know what? That's their right. It might make me a little sad to discover that when it happens, but if they don't particularly like my opinions and want to make sure I can't end up interacting with their personal fandom space, they are entirely within their rights to do so.

What you CAN do is come on your own blog and write up a post about how ridiculous it is that there are people who think any of the clones would ever think kindly of Anakin after he brainwashed them and then used them as weapons to kill innocents and children for his own agenda. You can write up 10 posts about the clones and their relationships with Anakin, either before or after Order 66. You can write up a fun AU about the clones getting de-chipped or having the chips deactivated and they all just immediately turn on Vader and kill him for what he's done and he never even sees it coming.

Stanakin on a post clearly labeled with FOUR anti-anakin/anakin-critical tags: Wow how dare people hate on Anakin!

Me, who knows I put FOUR anti-anakin/anakin-critical tags on that post and didn't even tag it "anakin skywalker": bitch what are YOU doing at my devil's sacrament?

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I'm sorry but i'm addicted to our boy Spamton- I have a little unique request here. So this takes place where Spamton just moves in the Queen's mansion, he meets the reader and immediately falls for their kind words and gestures. Weeks pass, and he goes to see them, but catches them talking and hanging out with Swatch.. He gets really jealous to the point of changing his style to match Swatch's

"Oh [y/n]! Have You Met Our Newest Guest?"

"Uh, I don't believe-"

"He's An Interesting Addison Who Made A Big Name For Himself! Ohohoho!" Queen laughed joyously, pausing to sip her glass of battery acid. "I Wonder How He Got So Rich...No Matter. As My Peon, I Order You Greet Him......Whenever It's Convenient For You."

"Sure thing. I'll go now." With a respectful nod, you set off to the mansion's guest chambers to meet this newcomer. You've lived here for a long time--and somewhat reluctantly since Queen decided to make you one of her peons one day. But life was actually pretty good.

It wasn't like you had anything better to do, so if she needed someone to help her with plans that..didn't seem all-that urgent, you'll offer your assistance. She let you stay in the mansion for free and never made you do anything if you weren't feeling up to it.

For a tyrannical ruler she was rather kind.

Yet you didn't wanna take advantage of her hospitality, so you'd just listen to whatever she says. And if she wants you to meet this celebrity as part of her endless lists of requests, then you'll happily oblige. But you were eager too since you've seen his face on TV a lot. It felt like an honor.

After wandering the corridors of deactivated puzzles, Mona Lisa-esque portraits, and meticulously-placed pottery, you finally arrived at the guest rooms. You hummed a small tune as you passed by each one, stopping when you noticed one door was open.

Peeking inside, you saw the Addison still setting up things. A phone was tucked between his shoulder and ear as he moved a box whilst rambling to whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Yea! I promise I won't let you down, okay? Soon I'll be bigger than ever before! I know I'm already a big shot but....haha, yeah, I shouldn't get carried away. Okay. Right..we'll discuss more of this tomorrow. Thanks!"

After hanging up the phone and returning it to the receiver, he finally noticed you and smiled. "Hey, hey! Haven't seen your face around here yet. But surely you know mine, right?"

"Yeah." You smiled, not wanting to shy away from talking with him. "Spamton, right?"

"Everybody's favorite number-one rated salesman!!" He laughed. "It's good you know me..'cuz soon ALL of Cyber World will know my name! It's a pleasure to meet you...?"

"[Y/n]. I'm one of Queen's peons." You shook his hand politely. The energy that radiated from him was so bright. Just as much as his pearly smile was.

Stepping inside, you glanced around at the luxurious furniture. He definitely got the higher-class rooms, with the addition of a large window that showed the neon green meridians that stretched across the night sky. It was certainly a beautiful view to fall asleep to. "Need help unpacking?"

"Oh--sure!!" At first Spamton seemed surprised by your offer, but he nodded. "If you want, be my guest. And while we unpack, I gotta ask you..how's it being Queen's peon?"

............

Weeks passed, and you've gotten to know Spamton more and more. You realized he was actually a sweet down-to-earth guy all around. Although he was on the phone a lot, he'd make time to hang out with you, so you two became fast friends.

He was truly living the best life. Posters of his car advertisements were littered all over the city, and the Swatchlings attended to his every need. Though one thing was hard to admit, even when it seemed like he had it all:

You were his only friend now that everyone else is intimidated by his status--as they would shy away from conversing with him--and the Addisons, well, abandoned him out of jealousy.

Obviously that made him worry about driving you away, especially when he's on the phone nonstop. But...the fact you've been so kind to him in every word and gesture, treating him like a regular person and not some untouchable celebrity, was quite endearing. Most admired him for his products, not his personality.

Your kindness made him fall for you hard and fast, ever since day one. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea; to let it get in the way of his business.

But what the hell? He was a big shot! He can afford to go a bit bigger and take more risks. Living in this mansion with someone who loved him would be the perfect dream.

There was a much bigger dream that his valued caller insisted he focused on, but that can come later.

So this morning, Spamton set out to find you to address these feelings once and for all. Yet he was rather nervous. Addisons were most confident in selling products, not so much...everything else. But he didn't wanna back down. He kept smiling no matter what.

As he checked inside the color café that he usually frequented, he saw you eating at the table. He noticed you weren't alone but with Swatch, talking and...

Laughing with them?

And just like that, his smile faded much like his hope.

Of course, the head butler had their ways to swoon people. He tried not to think of it as anything more than just their personality. It's just their way to entice returning customers.

That's all...right?

Spamton ducked behind one of the displays, listening in on your conversation to determine if he should proceed or not.

"By the way, we've known each other for a while and..I've always wanted to ask you something.."

"Yes? What is your inquiry?"

He held his breath. This is exactly what he feared. Knowing that you've been here longer, it's obvious you'd be closer to that damn bird-

"Your outfit."

Then he exhaled shakily, relieved. 'What are you getting so worked up for, idiot?' He thought in the back of his mind, but he continued eavesdropping.

"Did the Queen make it or give it to you? It's very stylish and really makes you stand out from the other Swatchlings."

"Ah, in fact I decided this look for myself." Swatch chuckled softly, raising a wing to adjust their glasses. "The tailor did marvelous work with my vision: black suit, tinted glasses. Very fashionable, is it not?"

"It is. I like it a lot."

"Why thank you. I see why our Lady Grace admires you. Just for that compliment, I'll give you a discount on any of our products in the gift shop."

"Should be every day if you ask me." You joked, earning another chuckle from them.

Seeing all of this and the way you two spoke like close friends was a jab in Spamton's heart-shaped object. 'So [y/n] likes people who stand out? Well I can stand out, too..' He thought bitterly as he stormed out of the shop without either of you knowing he was there.

Why should he settle with being a blank-slate Addison like the rest of them? He didn't consider himself one anymore.

Today, he told his valued caller, he was gonna be a whole new person.

It would help him get closer to both of his dreams, but there was only one on his mind now.

............

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed, you heard a knock at the door. You huffed in annoyance, assuming Queen needed you for something.

She had a knack for disturbing you at ungodly hours. But knowing better than to ignore her, you went to answer the door anyways-

To some strange black-haired guy in a black suit and white turtleneck sweater.

"Hi, um...can I help you?"

"[Y/n]? It's me."

"....wait....Spamton?"

"Yeah!" The salesman laughed, throwing his arms out and making a pose. "Whatdya think of me now?"

Perplexed, you looked him up and down. He ditched the lime-green pants, instead wearing white trousers. And his hair was slicked back. But what was most peculiar about him were his glasses, tinted with pink and yellow lenses.

Had you not known any better, you would've thought Swatch suddenly shrunk and became robotized.

"Cool but..you kinda look like Swatch a little bit. Was that on purpose?" You mused.

"...haha....yeah uh..funny story. Um.." He dropped the act, losing his trademark grin as he wondered how to explain himself and this sudden transformation. You could tell he wanted to talk inside the room, so you let him in and shut the door.

"I don't recall Queen mentioning any costume contest-"

"It's not a costume." He muttered, uncomfortably rubbing his hands together as he looked at you with sadness. "This is who I am now. The new me."

"..huh? You serious?" When he nodded, you frowned slightly. "I'm confused. You don't look like an Addison anymore-"

"That's the point...! I...I don't wanna be associated with them anymore. I decided to stand out, y'know? If you're gonna be a big shot, ya gotta stand out from the crowd!" He forced a laugh that sounded rather glitchy.

You didn't buy it. It wasn't like him to do this out of the blue.

"Spamton, why imitate Swatch of all people? And why out of the blue like this? I mean..I don't mind if you like their style. But I didn't even recognize you until you spoke."

Try as he might, he couldn't make any better excuses. So seeing that he was cornered made him finally admit his jealousy, overhearing your conversation with Swatch while he was browsing--when he really wasn't, but he didn't wanna come off as creepy.

His voice glitched further due to stress, accidentally blurting out some kind of...flirtatious term as he explained how much you meant to him since day one.

You weren't sure if he meant to say "hot single" on purpose. Though you were flattered that such a famous guy like him...actually had a crush on you, an ordinary Darkner who just fetched the Queen's stick wherever she threw it.

You found it hard to believe he thought of you that way..so you kept your own feelings buried. So to see that it's mutual was a relief, and it made you smile.

Spamton, on the other hand, was stressing the hell out. So much so he didn't even see your smile. He just saw himself being stupid the more he rambled on.

It was such a stupid, stupid reason to get insecure--to the point of changing his entire appearance without warning. All because you were friends with a butler who was doing their job???

How selfish can he get when he already had everything he wanted and more?

When he did acknowledge your small smile, he thought you were holding yourself back from laughing. But you had every right to laugh and call him a joke for thinking this will get your attention.

As he finished talking, he could see your smile fade and huffed. He waited for you to tell him how stupid he looks and to go back to being the plain old Addison you met.

Instead of ridiculing him you...hugged him?

At this point you were sitting on the bed together. Of course yours wasn't as massive as his was, but it was big enough for you two to share.

"Spammy, I'm flattered you like me in that way but...you didn't have to do all of this to get my attention. I promise there's nothing going on between Swatch and I. We're just friends. They're not replacing you or anything."

"I know, it's just.." Taking off the glasses, he set them aside before hugging you tightly, head buried in your chest. "I don't wanna lose the only person in this damn place who makes me feel like myself. Who loves me for me, not my success. And...I-I felt like I had to change something about myself to make sure of that."

"Well..you don't need to change anymore. I love you no matter what you look like."

He blinked, his face turning as red as his cheeks.

You could sense his embarrassment from the way he tensed up in your arms and chuckled, patting his hair softly. "Just..don't feel pressured to change for me..or anybody for that matter, okay? Or at least let me know if you're gonna change things up again."

"You don't think..I look stupid or creepy like this?"

"No. Honestly you look pretty handsome. Black hair suits you well."

Hearing those words made him breathe a small sigh of relief. He nodded and hugged you tighter.

His new looks were staying for good.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Rpg Anon: tell us your analysis of Deku vs Hajime and how you think it would play out.

//I’m SO glad you asked! ^V^

//Mainly because I’ve been replaying this matchup in my head like, a million times, so I’m constantly workshopping how it would actually go, what kinds of moves they would bust out, and ultimately who would win, so I suppose I can close tonight with this little discussion.

//WARNING: I’m putting this shit under the cut because it goes on for a BIT!

//I’ll just state it right out the gate, at the end of the day, I think Hajime would win. And I don’t think it’d be a close match either, I think he’d absolutely trounce Deku.

//And before anyone says anything, NO! That’s NOT a result of bias. I like My Hero Academia a lot too, and while Danganronpa is more personal to me, I wouldn’t let it get in the way of a power analysis. I just think Hajime has a lot more going for him in a matchup, which I will explain.

//First of all, the most obvious one’s are comparing their powers and abilities. Deku obviously has a wide variety of skills, all of his OFA abilities being revealed now except for one I believe, so I don’t doubt that he could utilize his smashes, blackwhip, floating and everything else to his full ability, but Hajime/Izuru’s entire point is that they can LITERALLY do ANYTHING! It doesn’t matter how strong Deku is in comparison, or how smart and strategic he is, it’s near impossible for ANYONE to beat someone who not only knows every skill, but is proficient in every skill too.

//Secondly, as surprising as it may sound, even though quirks are more mystifying than talents, no matter how much Deku powers up, Hajime can just ALWAYS swamp him.

//In Deku’s defence, even without his quirk, he’s trained his body so much that he can tank THIS with minimal damage -

//But in My Hero Academia’s universe, this clearly doesn’t hold much sway, because Mei Hatsume was caught in the same explosion and ALSO suffered minimal damage, and she’s not even a hero, and doesn’t have a quirk that makes her body strong or anything of the like.

//I don’t quite know HOW many joules of energy this explosion is, granted, but I THINK it’d be a lot. Of course, base gets curb-stomped, so let’s take into account how they scale with each other by including Full Cowling. So how does Hajime scale with that?

//One of the biggest issues is that Hajime is such an enigma in terms of strength and prowess, calculating his strength and ability by himself is pretty difficult, but we don’t need to so long as we scale him with OTHER ridiculously powerful Danganronpa characters.

//Deku at Full Cowling 8% is capable of matching Katsuki Bakugou in a full on slugfest, as seen in their rematch after the Provisional License Exam. Bakugou, for those unaware, is widely considered to be one of the strongest members of Class 1-A and that’s no understatement. His explosion abilities are capable of levelling buildings, and have done so. Even super early on in the anime when they first started attending school, Bakugou was basically able to level a whole building floor with his explosions.

//However, there is a character in Danganronpa who has ALSO done that - Gozu.

//He’s regrettably a very forgettable character, but Gozu is STUPIDLY strong, since he ALSO dropped an entire floor of a building using his shoulder. Trust me, it happened.

//Gozu alone is capable of matching Deku at 8% and possibly Bakugou as well, and the crazy thing is he’s NOT the strongest character in the series; far from it in fact!

//Sakura for instance, completely swamps him. We saw in Danganronpa 1 that Sakura was able to go toe to toe with Monokuma in a fight, Monokuma in Danganronpa 1 obviously being more powerful than most other incarnations of him that can just be deactivated with a hacking gun.

//And THEN, if you remember in Danganronpa IF, MUKURO fought 100 OF THESE GUYS BY HERSELF! So either she’s somehow stronger than Sakura, or at least equal to her.

//So, is Hajime stronger than Mukuro?

//Yep, absolutely. He takes her out in a single strike that she doesn’t see coming.

//Mukuro, who’s senses as a soldier are far greater than that of the average human, and she didn’t see Izuru coming, and he was standing right in front her. 

//Therefore, Hajime is stronger than both Sakura AND Mukuro, possibly combined, and Deku, who at Full Cowling 8% is around the same ballpark as Gozu, who is swamped by the both of them...

//Yeah, Full Cowling 8% hasn't got SHIT on Hajime. Especially when you add on the fact that Full Cowling 5% is able to dodge Mach 15 Explosions at close range, meaning Izuru is FASTER than that.

//Of course, Deku CAN go much higher than 8%, so looking at what he can do at max power, with his 100% Smash Attacks and other quirks, he’s capable of a lot more.

//In Two Heroes (the movie) Deku goes full power and uses his quirk to pulverize a gigantic block of steel. Even without All Might’s help, realistically, he should’ve had enough power to blow the block on it’s own apart.

//So from the looks of things, Deku at full power SEEMS like he might be able to take Hajime down, but there’s actually something else to consider.

//And I’m not gonna lie to you, when I first went online and asked about this, and when I saw a bunch of similar theories online about this scaling, I thought it was HILARIOUS. But it’s this...

//As I mentioned already, Izuru took down Mukuro in seconds. So allow me to remind you of some of the feats Mukuro has performed, and why that is such a big deal.

//For one, Mukuro can move so fast, bullets soaring through mid-air look frozen to her, which means she can move at a speed that is just humanly impossible.

//Not only that, but in Danganronpa IF, Mukuro moves and reacts with this speed, WHILST she’s combating 100 Monokumas and taking each one down almost instantaneously. Someone who wrote a similar review to this one calculated that the amount of energy you would need to use THAT much strength at THAT much speed would require an energy equivelent to at least 30 kilotons of TNT.

//And for scaling, that is DOUBLE the amount of energy of the infamous “Little Boy” atomic bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima at the end of WW2!

//Which means...MUKURO IKUSABA CAN PUNCH SOMEONE WITH THE STRENGTH OF TWO ATOMIC BOMBS!

//And Izuru just downed her like it was nothing. 

//Comparing Mukuro’s feat to Deku’s feat against the giant block, Deku at the power we just mentioned is at least 15 times weaker than Mukuro. And as I already said, Mukuro and Sakura are in each other’s ballpark, having similar strength and speed.

//Deku can’t even beat Sakura or Mukuro! He has NO CHANCE against Hajime. Regardless of how much he powers up, he will NEVER be able to reach a high enough level of power and energy to even MATCH him.

//Hajime is just THAT ridiculously strong.

//That alone should be enough to convince you of just how outclassed Deku is, but there is more to consider. For instance, not only would Deku at 100% not phase Izuru, but in order to achieve it, Deku has to injure himself. The power is so strong his own body can’t handle it, and he’s broken his bones and muscles on multiple occasions.

//Hajime/Izuru, to our knowledge, has no such hinderance.

//The last thing to consider is the one priority battle stat that I didn’t cover aside from Strength and Speed, which is Smarts.

//Deku is pretty intelligent, but his smarts don’t save him. For one thing, he’s not even the smartest person in his class, despite being one of the best and brightest. In the midterm exams that were focused on regular studies and IQ, Deku came 4th behind Bakugou, Iida and Yaoyorozu.

//Need I even mention that not only is Hajime capable of outsmarting basically anyone with his talents, that even WITHOUT them, he alone is pretty perceptive and intelligent, if lacking in a little common sense. 

//Using a talent like Ultimate Analytical Prowess, Hajime would probably be able to figure out Deku’s own attacks injure him if he gets hit even once, or maybe he doesn’t even need to get hit at all to figure it out.

//I went on a bit of a rant, but Ultimately, I’ll sum up the important points below -

Hajime is far more skilled by default thanks to his Ultimate Talents.

Hajime outsmarts, outspeeds and overpowers Deku easily.

Deku’s moves and detriments are easily predictable for him should he use any sort of analytical talent.

Even without talents is on pretty equal footing with Deku in terms of smarts.

Sheer amount of abilities and powers in comparison to Midoriya make up for the fact he has less battle and training experience.

If both went all out, Deku would break himself to pieces, but Hajime wouldn’t be damaged even slightly.

//So yeah, it’s a foregone conclusion, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to see the fight in an official Death Battle episode. Maybe I’m just that desperate to get a Danganronpa character in the series.

-Mod

[stitchthesewords]

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Ronan loves working for his museum! He wasn't the one who started it, but he treats it like his baby nonetheless. He really cares about the work he is doing and wants to make sure that people are informed about life in the before times. A lot of his work is sort of mundane and repetitive but he likes it that way. There are other museums in the city he's in and he usually works alongside them - for example there is a museum that documents a lot of the history of Immortal Wizards and he is well acquainted with their curators. And yes! Ronan and Strofaris have worked together multiple times - in fact the story starts because Strofaris has come to lend Ronan a few items for his collection and ask him to accompany him out into the wilds. They have a professional and working relationship at the start of things that...devolves, shall we say. Strofaris isn't the only Immortal Wizard Ronan works with however - there is a group of 4 of them that watch over his city and he works far closer with them than any other immortals in the region. Many of his artifacts that were not fished out of ruins are on loan from Immortal Wizards' collections.

Ronan's favorite artifacts are often the most mundane - journals, diaries, and collections of writing. He loves to know about everyday life more than 'important people', because it paints a far clearer image of what life was like for everyone. His least favorite artifacts are big and bulky items, or magical one. Big items are harder to fit into exhibit spaces, though it can be done and is done fairly regularly; Immortal Wizards use donating to museums as a way to be showy, so he often gets annoying pieces from them. Magical items are annoying because their magic has to be contained somehow. In this story, humans begin evolving to have a magic 'node' - some of them [Like Yori] have activated ones, some have deactivated ones [which may activate later on in life or never activate], and some had 'dead' ones [Like ronan] which cannot activate. The way you figure it out is if you can feel magic or interact with magic in any capacity - Ronan can't at all, but for obvious reasons a museum guest who can would be detrimental for both their museum experience and the artifact's longevity. Ronan does also keep objects for study through the local university or independent scientists and arcane academics.

SO let me talk a bit about the apocalypse to sort of explain this. The apocalypse occurs sometime between 2030-2050. The earth's inherent magic awakens one day to start defending itself from destruction - namely in this case things like climate change and environmental destruction. This magic does two things - the first is that it creates monsters who are born with an inherent want for human life. This is because humans are the ones causing the large scale destruction the earth is trying to defend itself from. These monsters range in size from about the scale of a chicken to about the size of a semi-truck. They aren't impossible to kill; in fact, the smaller ones are fairly easy, like low level fantasy monsters, but they come in huge waves and droves, tearing through cities. The rural area see less overall destruction from them but they still see pretty heavy loss. This is obviously a very dark time for humanity. HOWEVER, within the same time frame, though a little bit after the monsters start to appear, something else happens. Regular everyday humans begin to wake up with uncontrollable magic powers. This does not go well. Many of them are maimed or killed by their own magic, or hurt others/cause more destruction to the area they're in. Imagine if you woke up one day with the ability to create *endless* magic but no ability to control what it did or turn it off. That is basically what happens to the Immortal Wizards. The other thing this magic gives them is immortality from old age - but only old age. They can still die from sickness, damage, being murdered, etc etc. They just kind of stop aging, because the earth wanted to create a group of people who could keep some of humanity from dying - humans are still important to the ecosystem after all. Eventually the Immortal Wizards who survive their first little bit with magic move away from civilizations and group up, and they teach themselves to control it through force. Either they learn to control it or die trying. At the same time, the vestiges of humanity are starting to build shelters and safehouses because I do not believe that humanity as a whole would go lone wolf. I fully believe that in an apocalypse scenario humanity would band together and help each other survive. These shelters are built with their weakest members in mind, to help them be able to escape the monsters outside. Many of these forts of safety would go on to become the first cities of the new world, including the one Ronan lives in, and begin taking on Immortal Wizards as they came back to civilization in order to aid their fellow man with their newly controlled magic powers. The time between the gaining of the magic and the control is at LEAST a few years if not a decade, and in that time many Immortal Wizards shed their 'previous lives' for new, Wizardy identities. I have an entire pinboard of Immortal Wizard fashion ideas because they dress like funky little creatures and most of them fully embrace the whole 'wizard' thing.

So on that note - Apprentices can't become Immortal Wizards for two reasons: 1. they were not gifted immortality and are completely different kind of magic users and 2. Their magic nodes limit what they can do. I think its important to not the Immortal Wizards have no limits on their magic - they're like Gandalf. The thing with all powerful magical beings is that you can't use them as a tactical nuke in your story even if you want to because that eliminates the tension. Many of the Immortal Wizards fear using their magic willy nilly because they remember how it hurt them/other people. There are laws in place about what they are allowed to do within their society, though some obviously live on the outskirts of it like Strofaris. Becoming an Immortal Wizard was traumatic for all of them in some way, shape, or form, and you can really see the memory of that in how they guard their magic. Apprentices don't really have much trauma with their magic, and generally are limited to certain kinds of magic/weaker magic overall. The Nodes within people also drain with use and need to be recharged with rest - Immortal Wizards don't have that issue. It is, however, incredibly common for Immortal Wizards to take on apprentices - while their magic skills don't translate 1:1 into how humans do their magic, its a close enough experience that they can help guide them. It is a huge deal to be taken on by an IW however - most people who do magic learn in school or from other human magicians. Being taken on by an IW is the equivalent of like, a VIP experience. It usually means that you show a lot of prowess with your magical node OR that your family has been friends with an IW for generations and they have a fondness for you. Over the centuries, IWs have also gotten better about explaining magic to humans, as they learned from having multiple apprentices how to explain the differences between their magic and human magic. If you're wondering, Strofaris took on Yori because Yori travelled all the way to his home and demanded Strofaris take them on. I love Yori. They are my beloved little gremlin and they have a bunny familiar.

Strofaris does have many IW friends and acquaintances. Networking is a pretty big deal in IW society, even for someone like Strofaris who mostly keeps to himself. He doesn't see them very often - for many IWs who live alone or away from cities, the only time they really see other Immortal Wizards is during society meetings and balls [There is one big ball that happens once a decade, which to an Immortal Wizard is the equivalent of it happening once a year] that pretty much everyone from one region attends. One of the Immortal Wizards that Strofaris keeps in close contact with is the person living inside the Memphis Pyramid [NOT the one in Egypt - google Bass Pro Pyramid to see what I mean]. He does not, however, go out of his way to talk to them outside of things like academic interest and apprenticeships. Strofaris much prefers the company of humans.

[zephyr-paladyn]

masculaxi character analysis/appreciation

it's been over a year since gala masculaxi's release and i'm still not over it

(heavy dragalia lost spoilers ahead)

(gala mascula does not exist btw) i just love how mascula and laxi are designed as two parts of a whole, basically one half of the same ideal/same person. you can't have one without the other. if you heavily favor one over the other i dont trust you... only half joking. when laxi went berserk and mascula had to save her by giving her his heart in their debut ch11, that was just... such a moment... it shows them at their most "separate" (laxi in berserk/annihilation mode, and mascula stopping at nothing to disengage combat.) which sets us up for their development as two hearts in one body. in masculaxi (flame blade)'s story, they're still at odds but they begin to learn to cooperate in the same body, and this is the beginning of their "convergence." in ch14 of the main story is when we see the beginnings of eden mode. when all the androids sacrifice themselves for euden and co to advance, mascula realizes it his empathetic heart that influenced them and led them to their painful deaths. he then shuts down his ego circuit out of guilt. when the team is in a tight spot, and only masculaxi can save the day (since their body is unaffected due to the miasma only affecting organic lifeforms,) laxi goes into their heart to search for mascula and plead him to help her. all this time, laxi had envied mascula's heart for being "more human," but realized that maestro had written the fear of death in all of the android's hearts, and as such, laxi understood the weight of their yearning for peace, with the act of their self-sacrifice for euden. (later we do learn with gala masculaxi that mascula had been influencing laxi more. here we see laxi's influence on mascula to urge him to fight.) laxi gets mascula out of the gay baby jail zone, releases her limiters, and activates annihilation mode hastily. mascula then guides her attacks to the correct targets, which is the first instance we see of mascula engaging in any sort of fighting. in this state of laxi's annihilation mode combined with mascula's guided assault, a new mode beyond annihilation mode becomes available to them: eden mode, when their hearts become one. this mode concentrates all the mana around them inside their body's mana kiln, and gives them even more power. mascula still dislikes fighting and does not want to do it as much, but has a newfound conviction and will not run away when he is needed. an interesting line here is mascula saying this: ▷It's as if he knew our hearts would one day become one. But how...?◁ indicating that from the start, they were truly two halves of a whole ideal. shortly after the release of ch14, we get the release of the flame dagger gala masculaxi unit, which contains eden mode in their gameplay, and expands upon the "two hearts acting as one" deal they have going on. laxi, mascula, and luca head to the ruins of maestro's lab in order to gain more clues on how eden mode works. laxi equips a new armament meant to accommodate eden mode (and demands praise of how good she looks, lol. also laxi is much more snarky in this story which is a treat. she's so funny. but also this shows mascula's emotional influence on her!!!!!) laxi learns of how eden mode works, and essentially it's a release of all limiters and rerouting all circuits to their internal mana kiln, but elimination protocol is activated automatically as well which does not make any distinction between friend and foe. it enhances laxi's combat ability, but mascula has to take care of elimination protocol since he has access and control of it. hence, in eden mode, laxi goes all out in attacking, while mascula controls the body's movements and targets. however this is only possible if their hearts act as one. the two are attacked by dyrenell forces and activate eden mode against them, but mascula temporarily loses the will to fight in the middle of the battle, destabilizing and deactivating eden mode. luca is captured and a villager shields them from an oncoming attack, believing in mascula's peaceful ideals. laxi engages tactical retreat and they escape. they engage in a plan to save luca but are attacked by imperials again. they try to go into eden mode but mascula once again disengages eden mode. mascula tells laxi of his regrets and frustrations that he keeps holding her back, but laxi tells him that she found herself synchronizing with him. with the villager (that mascula had saved before and in turn protected masculaxi earlier,) laxi found the value in mercy for enemies. by having laxi bend towards mascula's will, they're able to take on the imperials who chased after them with a truly synchronized eden mode. ▷Laxi, give me the strength to fight!◁ Granted. Now give me the kindness required to temper my actions. ▷Heh. Take all you need!◁ their system strain falls, and they're able to defeat the imperials. laxi, mascula, luca, and euden talk together after all is done. laxi takes interest in a cat, while mascula teaches her how to interact with it. Euden: Laxi and Mascula say the maestro who made them was a peace-loving man, but... Luca: No, I getcha. Why would some peacenik give something THIS much power? ch14 and their gala story really shows how the two embodied different sides of the same ideal -- "fighting for peace," and how they begin to converge upon that ideal. initially laxi only focused on "fighting" and mascula only focused on "peace," but A compassionate heart. ▷The courage to fight.◁ -Eden Mode, activate!- their character development after this is a bit wonky at times because it sets up for gala mascula who is really poorly written and doesn't necessarily align with the ideals established within ch14 and gala masculaxi, or even the development directly before it either. with ageless artifice and ch18 (when the team first enters the faerie kingdom and gets lost,) we get teasers of mascula with his own body. in ageless artifice, eirene steals mascula's body and intends to use it against masculaxi, but mascula takes control of his body and proclaims that his body isn't necessarily him, but what IS him is his resolve to fight for peace alongside his friends. (stays in line with gala masculaxi, right?) in ch18 we also see mascula having a "nightmare/illusion" in which he gains his body back but at the cost of laxi going berserk once more, showing that they truly cannot function at their "fullest ideal" without each other in the same body. laxi asks mascula if he wants his own body back, and mascula says he sometimes misses it but overall he wants to continue fighting with her the way they are. this is echoed in ch19, take this exchange for example: Mascula, I know you were thinking of your own body while lost in the mountain's illusions. You gave up your body to save me, and I owe you an apology for that. ▷Don't apologize—I wanted to do it. Plus, being with you makes me happy.◁ I want to see a peaceful world just as we are in this body now—together. ▷I feel the exact same way.◁ ▷No more hesitation. You and I are going to fight with Maestro as a team.◁ And together... ▷...we will bring peace.◁ reaffirming their ideals together and keeping in line with their development, right? mascula doesn't WANT his own body back. he wants to keep fighting with laxi, that's THE WHOLE POINT OF THEIR CHARACTERS. which does not make sense when we get the remote control BS IN THE SAME CHAPTER??? (teased from the ending of ageless artifice with chelle) and mascula has his own body again as a remote control system. now the portrayal in the main story wasn't AS bad but... the real problem comes to gala mascula as an adventurer with his stories and voice lines. this "mascula" proclaims of how much he loves/misses his body and how he "doesn't need laxi dragging him around anymore." like sure he sometimes feels being in laxi's body with her is bothersome but overall, at his heart, he wouldn't really say something like that??? mascula your voice lines are so contradictory to what just happened in the main story and what you said in ageless artifice what happened!!!!!!! his adventurer story lacks the cooperative laxi-mascula dynamic we knew and loved, and instead pushes mascula front and center to try to push him to do things himself. we didn't really need mascula getting his own body back anyways, but you COULD'VE AT LEAST written it so that they have more emphasis on cooperation with each other?? god im sorry i just. AUGH he's so OBVIOUSLY hastily pushed into their development arc and he loses his characterization. it's obvious gala mascula wasn't intended to be a thing in the initial plan for masculaxi... i am not forgiving every single one of you who sent in feedback for playable mascula. once again only half joking... maybe only a quarter joking. 1/8ths joking. radioactive decay graph joking. (also just a tiny nitpick: you can apparently run gala mascula and laxi/gala laxi on the same team. lore compliancy who? eden mode can't be activated while the remote control unit is active. but whatever) though another interesting plot point is brought up in his story though? maestro's origins, the writing of "seek peace" on mascula and laxi's bodies being in a language that only the sky city ark people would know.. with such an elaborate plan for such a complex android duo, and everything else mysterious about this man, just who is he? his master plan of masculaxi was really amazing to see come to fruition... maestro fought on the side of dyrenell, against dragons -- against elysium you could say. although ex machina seeks the destruction of terrestrial life because they "allied with the dragons" (a misconception,) on the contrary maybe maestro aimed to create an ultimate weapon for terrestrials to defend themselves against the dragons. however this weapon had to also understand the value of what it was fighting for -- learning for itself how to go about "fighting for peace." thus, the creation of the twins mascula and laxi; two halves of a whole. by having a compassionate and adaptable heart, they can change with the times, understand the people around them, and decide on their own what the best course of action is in various situations. i love love LOVE masculaxi and how they're written!! (for the most part.) two of my faves in the game and i love them and their characterization so much, i just wish more people could see the intricacies of their relationship and how they're literally like. 1/2 of the same thing. it's such a beautifully written dynamic and development, and i want others to appreciate it too.

a little bonus, in this character art, you can see the "star tetrahedron" shapes. in sacred geometry symbolism, the "star tetrahedron" is the sixth shape enclosed within "metatron's cube." these shapes, and this cube, are said to maintain the balance of the world itself and its flows/processes. as for the "star tetrahedron" itself, it represents duality: physical body and spiritual self; male and female; and heaven and earth. this ties into mascula and laxi's characters: mascula controlling the "mind" in eden mode while laxi focuses on the attacking "body;" and mascula and laxi being of different genders. as for "heaven" and "earth," this could represent maestro coming from the sky city ark, and masculaxi being technology intended to aid humans. alternatively for "heaven" and "earth," the fact that the star tetrahedron is enclosed within "metatron's cube" may be a pointer to metatron in-universe. the archangels all have white hair, a trait shared by masculaxi. additionally, sandalphon is somewhat mechanical/technological herself. masculaxi being man-made (of the earth,) versus their potential connection to the angels (of the heavens.)

[haledamage]

I cannot believe I am already writing GreedFall fic, but here we are. The prompt was “An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.” but the person it came from has since deactivated their blog so I can’t answer the ask

Kurt/Nadia de Sardet, five years before the game. probably not canon compliant on account of this fic assaulted me and demanded to be written before I’ve even beaten the damn game 😂 doesn’t matter, wrote it anyway

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“Ladies and gentlemen!” Constantin’s voice rang out over the tavern as he stood up on a chair. “A toast! To my dearest cousin.” He raised his glass in Nadia’s direction, and she rolled her eyes good-naturedly as several others throughout the room did the same. “Happy eighteenth birthday, Nadi. May the next year be full of joy and adventure.”

“With your delightful company, how could it be anything else?” Nadia shouted in reply, and she took a healthy swig from her cup as the rest of the room cheered and joined the toast. She was pretty sure she didn’t know most of them, but Constantin seemed to, and he had the ability to turn anything into a party.

“How many of these toasts is he going to make?” Kurt grumbled into his mug. He stood at Nadia’s side, as he’d done for most of the evening, nursing the same ale and the same scowl he’d had since they arrived.

She draped herself bonelessly over his shoulders, just past the point of drunkenness that it felt both natural and obvious to do so. “Would it kill you to have a little fun for once?”

He carefully peeled her off his shoulders and set her firmly back on her own feet, though he didn't let her go immediately in case the drink put her off-balance. “I have plenty of fun, Green Blood. Just not while I’m on duty.”

“Kurt.” She just put her hand on his shoulder this time, then waited to see if he’d push her away again. He didn’t. She grinned triumphantly. “My dear Kurt, please call me Nadia.” He started to protest, but she persisted before he could. “Just for tonight. Call it a birthday present.”

He gave her a stern look, but she just kept smiling. He couldn’t fool her with that tough mercenary act; they both knew he was terrible at telling her no unless her life was on the line. “As you wish,” he said eventually, failing to hide his smile behind his mug. “If that’s your present, I guess you don’t want the actual gift I got you, then, Nadia.”

That shut her up. Nadia rocked back on her heels to stare at him, dumbfounded. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know.” Kurt reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, the kind that usually contained jewelry. Nadia stared at it like she’d never seen one before, until he shook it at her insistently. “Take it before I change my mind.”

As she’d suspected, the box held a ring, a fairly simple silver band with a blue stone inlaid and a little filigree around the stone. “Kurt, it’s beautiful.” She lifted it out of the box, and nearly dropped it immediately as a tingle of magic zipped up her arm, the ring letting off a flare of purple and blue sparks. “A divine magic ring?”

“I know it’s not as flashy as that sword your cousin gave you--”

“It's not like I'll be able to hit anything with it, no matter how pretty it is--” she grumbled. Constantin meant well, but sometimes she felt like she barely knew which end of a sword was the pointy one, despite years under Kurt’s strict tutelage.

He spoke over her attempted interruption. “But it’s clear you have a gift for magic, and you should have a weapon that will help you wield it.” He watched as she slipped the ring on, then nodded, apparently satisfied. “It’ll keep you safe.”

She gave him a smile that was probably too close to adoring for comfort; she’d be embarrassed about it when she sobered up. “I have you to keep me safe.”

“Always,” Kurt said gruffly, looking away from her dopey smile and back toward the room at large. “But it never hurts to stack the deck.”

“Thank you, Kurt.” She leaned closer to kiss his cheek, refusing to let him escape her gratitude for what was obviously a carefully thought out gift. At the last second, he shifted, turning toward her as if to say something else.

So instead of his stubbled cheek, she made contact with his scarred - but surprisingly soft - lips.

He froze, and so did she, wearing the same wide-eyed expression as they stared at each other from barely an inch apart. Nadia could feel her heartbeat in her throat, frantic like a frightened rabbit. Was his heart racing too? Was that desire she saw in his eyes, or just wishful thinking on her part?

She slid a hand up to rest on his cheek where her lips had intended to land, feeling the rasp of stubble against her palm and the smooth lines of scars under her fingertips. Kurt still hadn’t pulled away, hadn’t moved at all in fact, and so she did the obvious thing and closed the gap once more.

This was not an accidental brush of lips. The alcohol may be making her bold, but Nadia knew what she was doing and what she wanted, and she tried to convey that as she pressed her mouth to his.

He finally moved, and for a few glorious seconds, Kurt kissed her back, hard and hungry, fervid in a way she hadn’t known he could be, and she tried to meet him with equal enthusiasm.

And then the moment was over, and he jumped away like she’d burned him. “Stop,” he said roughly, breathing harsh and unsteady but otherwise looking unaffected by the sudden unexpected direction their evening had taken. He put his hands on her shoulders as if trying to ward her off. “This isn’t right. We shouldn’t--I shouldn’t--”

“You shouldn’t what?” she asked breathlessly.

“Take advantage.”

“Kurt, I’m not--” She didn’t know how she intended to end that sentence. ‘Not that drunk’ maybe. Or ‘not a child anymore’.

It didn’t matter. He stopped her in her tracks with three words, his voice brooking no argument. “I’m sorry, Nadia.”

His hands dropped from her shoulders like lead weights and he took a couple steps back, keeping his eyes on her as if he expected her to attack. Then he turned and left without another word.

It was then that what she'd done finally caught up with her. She'd kissed Kurt. She'd kissed Kurt. What was she thinking? He was never going to speak to her again. Nadia had just started to feel like she was getting somewhere with him as a friend instead of him seeing her as his student or ward, but that was all out the window now. Nice as it had been, no kiss was worth losing his trust.

Though it had been a very good kiss.

Nadia was rescued from her ruminations as her cousin found his way to her, Constantin draping himself drunkenly over her shoulders like she’d done to Kurt earlier. She made no effort to remove him.

“Kurt left already?” She could hear the pout in his voice, even though his head rested on top of hers and she couldn’t see him.

“Got tired of watching you carouse, I suspect,” Nadia answered automatically, thankful that she sounded every bit as teasing as she intended - though she still stared at the space Kurt had been in just minutes ago.

“Really? I thought I had another hour at least before he grew tired of me.” Constantin sounded surprisingly serious, and for a moment she worried that he’d seen what transpired and was going to start asking questions.

Then the moment passed, and his good cheer was back as he dragged her back toward the party. “No matter. Come on, dear cousin, the night’s still young!”

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

sometime in this last week, or this week coming, my blog has turned/turns 10. god. a decade old. a whole ass chunk of my life i’ve spent on this hellsite. when i began on here, i was a kid. a lost, lonely, depressed and anxious 15/16 year old kid. a kid scared of her future. a kid confused about her future. what to do for uni. to change schools or not??? to do drama/acting at uni or english/philosophy or to move 8hrs away to another regional uni to “escape” her “washed up, dead end hometown” that was so typical of all the pop-punk music that she was listening to at the time.

she was a tad overdramatic, loud, “funny” (as described by her school friends) and terribly forgetful in regards to homework and school assignments. she was angry at the world, most especially the catholic school she was fucking sick and tired of attending. but she was convinced that since she was the so-called “funny girl”, that she simply couldn’t be depressed or anxious. she believed herself unloveable because she didn’t look like a weird mixture of hayley williams and emo-pop queen lights. but now, i no longer believe that i have to look like the women that i looked up to in the ~emo scene~. fuck beauty standards. i am loveable.

in the years since joining tumblr, i’ve managed to get through business college, my undergrad degree and, well, failed out of postgrad due to obvious burnout and health issues amongst other things. although i’ve lost many friends irl and many followers/mutuals online on here. for those who’ve stuck around to see me get through all of this, thank you. to all the friends/casual mutuals that have since deactivated or only followed me for a short time then unfollowed; thank you.

like obviously i was never/have never been a massive popular blog on here, like thebootydiaries or vampireapologist (who has since deactivated a couple of months ago) with tens of thousands of followers. my follower count is still close to the 8,000 range at 7,892. obviously that’s still a lot of people (and of course, porn bots lmao and many, many non-active blogs), enough like one super old post from like 2012 tumblr pointed out, enough for a small to medium sized city or town, or something like that. i don’t know how many people i’ve really reached. i really don’t know how i actually amassed this small army of people.

i am aware though, that on other platforms like snapchat (lmao does anyone even use it anymore in 2021???)/instagram/youtube/tiktok etc, i’d PROBABLY be considered as some type of ~micro influencer (🤮🤮)~. hell, i actually had a bot slide into my notes about being one on here on this hellsite back in 2019. i don’t know if i’ve ever actually ~influenced~ anyone on here with my shitposts (when i started making some) or my personal posts. i don’t know my reach. even though, now, i do occasionally get featured on buzzfeed listicles (although pay me buzzfeed along with the OPs of those original embedded posts), i still don’t know how many people i’ve reached… and even with my very occasional checks of google analytics lmao. on top of this, grappling with the loss of followers at times is much, much easier than it was when i began on here and the first few years following that. i know that my follower count doesn’t determine my worth and stuff.

but over these 10 years, i have grown. i turn 26 this year. back in 2011, 15/16yo me never thought she’d be here. she was partially down the suicidal thoughts hole, with things about ~picturing her funeral and wondering who’d bother to turn up. if only she could pretend to be dead for a day to see who’d give a fuck~ and 16-18yo me was defs down it with her HSC hellscape thoughts in 2012/2013. that 3rd floor tafe/tech women’s bathroom window drop and the thought of scarring her class for life (and that cool dude from catholic school that she crushed on who ended up at tafe with her) with jumping out of it onto the concrete below. instead, she just posted on fb about ~being a failure~ etc which ultimately did lose her a bunch of facebook friends lmao. it was practically the same thing. her mental breakdown after the end of her hsc, where she let her earrings go green and get infected in her ears because “fuck self care, bc what the fuck is it??? i’ll never get better! let me fucking wallow in my self loathing bc it’s the only thing that i’m fucking good at!!!” so i no longer have my ears pierced. oh! it was just all too fucking much!!

i am happier today. i no longer have those semi-suicidal thoughts. hell, i almost died in 2020 from a fucking bowel aneurysm, after my stomach tumour excision surgery. that forced me to put things into perspective. i appreciate the little things . i appreciate the very few friends that i actually have. yes. i’m still depressed and anxious. some days are still shitty and hard. but nowhere as hard and shitty as they were back when i began on here 10 years ago.

how the fuck last 10 years have gone past, with my ass on here; clearing out my blog and caring more about doing that than my uni work (lmao whoops); having made some lifelong friends both internationally (from the US) and long distance domestically in australia, it’s been a long ride; i honestly have no fucking idea. obviously over these past 10 years, i’ve debated with myself over and over and over again whether i should delete/deactivate this account or not. would it make me healthier??? more than likely. but then when i have meltdowns or just inner ramblings i have to get out somewhere, where else to post??? on fb?? obvs not. it’s “attention seeking” or the like on there. no one will read them. no one will resonate. but on here??? even if i got/get one “like” in the notes or one “yo i feel this” response in the tags or replies, it feels like i’ve reached someone??? okay yeah. i know this place IS NOT therapy and i’m not using my followers as amateur (or probs even actual professional) armchair psychologists…. which is a thing i think people need to stop doing internet-wide: but that’s a whole other post that i reblogged a few days ago lmao. i really need to get another therapist, actually lmao.

but it’s the community i’ve found hard to leave. i have what feel like friends, when i’ve never been employed (still as of yet); and when all of my irl friends/acquaintances are working and doing the whole ~adulting~ and ~grown up life~ thing right. it’s also the frenzied rabidness of spite with hating staff’s godawful ideas. the memes. oh the memes. and also the RaWrInG 20s XD emo scene reemergence on here that’s kept me here. the messy petty drama from time to time of big blogs fighting it out.

this place really is bizarre and fun sometimes. and also the fact that i can still hide behind the ridiculous “roaring pikachu” URL that i made all those years ago. i am anonymous. it’s freeing. but on fb it’s all like “WHY WONT YOU ADD A BANNER IMAGE AND TELL US 20 FUN FACTS ABOUT YOU!!!!!???? LET PEOPLE WHO HAVENT SPOKEN TO YOU IN 10 YEARS KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU BECAUSE WE’RE ALL FRIENDS HERE!!!” and the same goes for Corporate Hellscape Facebook™️ (linkedin) but in the professional sense instead. y’all know fuck all about me really. besides my posts. and i love that and live for that. okay yeah. y’all know more about my mental health than my fb feed obvs… which is probably a terribly unfortunate thing. but still.

over the last 10 years then, my superiority complex for being ~so original and intelligent~ or whatever the fuck i had in high school, has all but ebbed away. i’m not that smart just because i went to uni. hell, i literally did NONE of my in-class work and none of my philosophy readings in uni….. so i have fuck all idea of how i got through undergrad like that lmao. i’m not original when so many people can articulate the same thoughts that i have, but like, sometimes better, on a post (even though sometimes/most of the time the Tumblr User Hot Takes Tuesday™️ takes on here are fucking awful lmao). but still. originality is not something i really have anymore. or really had in the first place lmao.

so will i deactivate after these 10 years, like i’ve been saying for so, so long??? i honestly have no idea. but just know. thanks guise. have a nice gpoy selfie day XD. grab your wands. your tardises. grab your war paint. grab your whatever the fuck other fandom specific stuff that was one that hella cringe post from 2011 til 2015 random tumblr. that relic is as old as time itself. just as this mysterious roaring pikachu is for someone whose too loyal to leave this W E B B E D H E L L S I T E that’s just as much of a train wreck as she is. lmao.

[mercuriallatina]

in case something happens to me.......

okay, so i have to share this because i'm starting to feel so unsafe that i've began the process of starting a google doc with all this shit to keep in case something were to happen to me in my real life.

!!!!this is about a man who has been stalking me and pretending to be a lesbian woman from multiple accounts (despite me blocking and clocking every new account) over the course of a year. some of the language i expose can get sexual and sexually violent, so if this is something that may trigger you, please do what you got to do for your mental health including not reading this post past this point!!!!

it first started when i posted to a sapphic blog on here to find other sapphic people. ( @sapphicseekingsapphic - they are aware of this and have been helpful with getting the word out)

how it started: in short, i received a message from "Emily", a 22, lesbian girl living in San Francisco. i hadn't really ever dealt with a catfish before, so i felt overly safe and talked to this account. a lot. we exchanged snap info and talked there too, and we even exchanged nude photos and videos. i talk more about it in length in the post linked to the words of this paragraph but be warned for sexual content. this is the post all about the Emily catfish.

the confession: here is where they randomly came clean about being a catfish to me on litha last year.

this might be the most important part of the whole post: their snapchat username was "baalnayak", and they use it for other socials as well. i had someone compare the ip addresses, and it lines up. (but also.. since revealing the ip address part, they started using something to hide theirs) i 100% suggest preemptively blocking them everywhere possible. don't confront, don't interact. block.

the continued catfishing: over the course of this past year, they have made so many accounts to repeatedly not do this to just me, but sapphic people in general, despite some of us making it adamantly clear we realize what is going on and demanding it to stop. (i'll have a list of all the accounts they've used toward the end.)

**a very short break from this shit ensues for maybe four or so months**

the return:- after the emily aka the electicalbuzz account confessed to being a catfish to me and i brought it to the public attention, they deactivated. disappeared? no. because they were using all these other accounts, but i'm sure they thought it was so discreet. HOWEVER, last month, they had the audacity to make an account called "eclecticalbuzz" (clever, huh?) and literally message me again as someone else despite it being obvious as fuck that it was them. a lot of it was i had changed my url in the few months they left me the fuck alone, and so when they returned, they didn't realize i was me.

other people coming forward: obviously, i updated my previous posts and got the word out, including messaging sapphicseekingsapphic. because of this, a few other people came forward with the same stories and helped spread the word about their new urls on here. i am thankful for them, but i will not be the one telling you all who these other victims are. if they want to reveal who they are, they can, but i am not about to put other people in potentially dangerous situations. some of them have already publicly made it known who they are, but i find no need to reiterate their identities.

this shit continues: so in just the past month, i have been messaged by this person on maybe four or five new accounts. there are very, very, VERY specific things this person does on all their accounts that constitute the glaring red flags. these specific things, the weird timing, and confirmed ip addresses of the earlier accounts are all the confirmation i need. i will not be publicly listing off their habitual red flags because they probably are reading this right now, and i don't need them to be self-aware in that sense.

here are the list of urls and social media handles that they have used!!! any active urls that have not been confirmed are not listed:

electicalbuzz (deactivated) (tumblr)

eclecticalbuzz (deactivated) (tumblr)

flowers-of-gay (tumblr)

theforestriver (deactivated) (tumblr)

ninacef (tumblr)

bugzation (tumblr)

johnvalent1no (deactivated) (tumblr)

sarahhh902 (snapchat)

baalnayak (snapchat)

**there are quite a few active accounts i am highly suspicious of but have yet to confirm, so they are not on the list... yet.

alright, this is it for now. if you read all of this or helped in any other way, THANK YOU. if you have any new or even just corroborating information about ANY of this, send me a private message if you're comfortable.

signal boost this if you feel okay to do so, and stay safe.

[ofwolvesandbutterflies]

call you mine

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags: bestfriends!au

Warnings: lil bit of language

Synopsis: Donghyuck hadn’t yet mustered the courage to tell you just how often he found himself staring at you for longer than he should have. He hadn’t found the words to say that he cared for you in ways that were inappropriate for just a ‘friendship’. But he was back at it again, missing you like you owned the other half of his heart, yearning for your presence like you were his oxygen. 

A/N: happy birthday to the beautiful, the breath-takingly talented, the one and only, Lee Donghyuck! i love you with a whole half of my heart (the rest belongs to jaehyun whattt) you make me smile, you make me laugh, you inspire me. i wish you all the happiness and love and health in the world on your birthday!

// can I call you my own and can I call you my lover, call you my one and only girl // (x)

i.

There it was again. The strange thrumming in the center of Donghyuck’s chest. Buried deep within the recesses of his heart, it seemed memories of you were begging him to let them resurface. And he rolled over, eyes finally opening as the grey of the early morning clouds painted the entirety of the sky. Glancing around his room, he released an inaudible sigh. 04:29 

The sun had yet to come up. 

He fumbled around for his phone in the darkness of his barely lit room. The chances of him falling asleep again were close to none, Hyuck knew this from experience. So as he lay there, the sound of his heartbeat filled his ears and he gave in. A foreign dampness surfaced around his eyes as thoughts of you poured into the empty cracks and crevices of his heart. The secret smile he caught on your lips every time he said something dumb. The color of your eyes and the way you’d stare at him when he spoke, laughed, cried, sang. The way you looked in his clothes, when the hem of his shirts cascaded past your knees and his sleeves fell way past your hands. Oh, he loved that. 

He missed you. Donghyuck smiled to himself, albeit the bitter taste that filled his mouth when he found himself staring at your contact on his phone again. It was a picture of you. Not a selfie though. There you were, sitting on his lap in one of his large hoodies, a giggle frozen on your lips when you realized that he had had his phone out to record the fact you had laughed at the dumb joke Mark told him was much too cringe-worthy for anyone to even consider laughing at. 

There was no viable reason he was missing you so badly. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen you in a while. No, he saw you just a couple days ago. And it wasn’t as if the two of you had broken up. Donghyuck hadn’t yet mustered the courage to tell you just how often he found himself staring at you for longer than he should have. He hadn’t found the words to say that he cared for you in ways that were inappropriate for just a ‘friendship’. But he was back at it again, missing you like you owned the other half of his heart, yearning for your presence like you were his oxygen. 

Before his mind could convince him it was a bad idea, the sound of dialling filled the stillness of the room and increased the anxiety pumping through his veins. Shit. Had he really just pressed ‘call’? 

“Hello?” your tired voice filtered through the phone speaker after a few rings and guilt flooded him at the possibility of having woken you up. “Hyuck?” you yawned when he didn’t immediately respond. “Are you there?” 

“Oh-” a pretty pink blush bit at his cheeks at the sound of your low morning voice. “Yeah sorry, I’m here,” he mumbled. “Did I wake you?”

Your soft chuckle played through his phone and Hyuck swore his heartbeat sped up tenfold. “You’re good,” you said, the soft rustling of blankets reminding him of how soft your comforter was that one time he slept over. “It’s been hard to stay asleep recently.”

A grumble of sympathy sounded in the back of his throat. He was familiar with the struggle. After all, you had been occupying his mind recently. “Are you alright?” His voice came out low, concerned and he shifted in his bed, kicking off his comforter. The sound of a brief exhale came from your side of the line and it was a moment before you answered. 

“...you wanna come over?” 

Donghyuck’s heart jumped into his throat. “I can be over in ten if you need.” He half expected you to laugh at the giddiness he knew seeped so obviously from his response. But you didn’t. Instead, you stuttered, sounding almost unsure by his certainty. 

“I-I… are you sure? You don’t n- I mean, I don’t want to be a bother making you get up so early in the morning, too. Yo-you don’t need to, I-”

He laughed, a deep sound so rooted in absolute assurance that you stopped spouting nonsense. “It’s no bother, Y/N. I’d travel the world to make sure you’re okay. I hope you know that.”

The silence he was met with made him realize the magnitude of what he had just slip. Fuck. He thought. Early mornings truly made for no filter. Finally, you spoke, the shy smile obvious in your voice. 

“Well, I guess it’s good I don’t live that far away, right?” And the smile that bloomed on Haechan’s lips near rivaled the slowly rising sun. 

“I’ll be over in a few.”

ii.

It was 4:56 when Haechan called you. Truth be told, you hadn’t been asleep at all. It was one of those nights where there really wasn’t anything preventing you from falling into the clutches of unconsciousness, but the whispering of night continued to call you, distract you. Exhaustion was settling into your bones as the night had gone on for hours and your mind insisted on waking you up every other collection of minutes. From food to television to the newest episode of that one show… Anything and everything was on your mind. It was fine, though. 

Anything to distract you from Donghyuck. Once thoughts of him infiltrated your mind, there was nothing that could deactivate the ever present stream of cues and triggers that reminded you of him. A sliver of sun peeking through the cracks of your blinds could bring you back to the way his natural honey tinted skin gleamed in any natural lighting. The smell of freshly washed linen would hasten the slow jog of your heartbeat to a rolling sprint until you could no longer rid the thought of waking up, snuggled next to him as the credits of a movie played out silently. The fabric of your favorite black hoodie rubbing against the skin of your back could snatch your attention from anything and everything to the fading ghostly feeling of his nose pressed into your neck, breath hot against your skin, arms doing nothing but tightening around your waist.

And the moment the phone rang, your rigid body loosened. Your thoughts stilled, having been interrupted by the ringtone you had set especially for him.

--

Just as he promised, he was there within 10 minutes. A mirthful smile graced your lips when you heard the familiar knocking pattern. It sounded just like everything else about him when he was with you. Soothing. Gentle. Persistent. You padded down the hallway with bare feet, rubbing the remaining sleep from your eyes. You paid no heed to the early morning chill of the tile beneath your feet despite the fact your body was adorned only by one of his hoodies and the pair of panties you had fallen asleep in. 

Gentle, tired, and filled to the brim with unadulterated adoration was the smile you were met with as you opened the door. The drab monotony of the white-ish clouds hovering over the brightening horizon did nothing to block the smile full of life found on Donghyuck’s precious lips. He was dressed in a light grey hoodie and large black sweat pants that dwarfed his figure. And for a moment, you gazed at him, drinking in the way his large eyes smiled back at yours, glassy with sleep. His soft hair stood, still tousled from sleep, straight up. 

In that instant, you forgot that it was only 5 in the morning. But time was a social construct that slowed infinitely when you finally opened the door wider. It only took an instant for all the chill of the morning dissipate into nothing the second Donghyuck wrapped his arms tighter than ever around your body.  

“Hey Y/N,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, deft fingers smoothing over your hair, your body, the fabric of his extra large hoodie draped well past your thighs. “Is now a bad time?” 

A quiet chuckle reverberated in the husk of your chest and in turn, you buried yourself in the warmth only he could exude. “Don’t be ridiculous, silly goose. Being with you is never a bad time.” your words were mumbled, muffled by the thick layer of fabric separating your two bodies but you knew he understood. “Thank you for coming over,” you hummed, reveling in the steady beat of his heart. “I know this is kind of early.”

Hyuck pulled back far enough to shoot you a playful frown. “Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I was the one who called you this early anyways.” You smiled. 

“Oh right, huh?” Another few moments in his grasp and you would have most definitely fallen asleep. But a gust of wind curled through the front door that had been left ajar by your early morning visitor and you made a sound of displeasure. Slowly, slowly, and almost reluctantly, you extracted yourself from his grip. 

“Wait, what are you-” He spun about on his heels, watching as you stumbled around him to close the door. “Oh, nevermind.” Within seconds, your dear friend’s arms enveloped you again, this time snaking sneakily around your waist from behind. “I was like, what are you doing, trying to sneak away? I just got here.” 

You giggled, resting your head back against his chest. “I was just closing the door, don’t worry.” The cool of the brisk morning air slowly subsided the longer your relaxed into his cozy embrace. Before long, the soft pattern of inhales and exhales floating from both of your lips fell into a type of white noise... a type of rhythm-less music.   

“Right, because I was about to say…” his breath brushed down the exposed skin of your collarbone, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. “Even with you right here, it was getting kinda cold.” You nodded in agreement as another giggle escaped your lips and you twisted in his arms to look up at him. 

“Good thing you’re here.” 

“Why’s that, princess?” Donghyuck leaned down, resting his forehead against yours in such an intimate gesture that you nearly gasped in suprise. His bated breath danced across your skin and in that moment, you were made aware of just how close his lips were to yours. 

You tore your gaze off the boy before you, eyes bouncing off random things around the room to keep the blush threatening your cheeks at bay. “I don’t know... I guess, whenever I’m with you- you just- when you’re around, I’m always warm.” 

iii.

Waking up at 4, jogging over to your house at 5, falling asleep with you in his arms, and waking up again at one in the afternoon hadn’t originally been part of his plan for the day. But as Donghyuck blinked the sleep away from his eyes to see you in one of his hoodies with your messy hair splayed over your pillow and your body nestled securely into his arms, he couldn’t find a reason to complain. 

The curve of your lips twitched when he released an arm from around your body to brush a couple strands of hair from out of your face. A smile made its way up to his face when you woke, glancing up at him blearily. Warmth filled his belly as you gazed up at him through your wispy eyelashes, the upwards slope in your sleepy smile widening, the affection in your eyes glowing something fierce. 

It took a second for you to realize this - laying beside him with Hyuck’s arms resting firmly around your hips - was not a dream, not just another wistful fantasy you had woven together from the solitude of your single-ness and had yet to wake up from. 

The sun streaming through your blinds hit his mussed, auburn hair in such a way that it looked golden, like a halo, or a sun. One of his arms lay under your head like a makeshift pillow. His other hand grazed your cheek, tracing the outline of your face as you memorized the way he looked now - in all his lazy afternoon glory - beside you. And when the realization finally settled in, a slow, wonder-filled laugh left your mouth. Donghyuck propped himself up on an elbow, grinning down at you. 

“What’s so funny, beautiful?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head, the nickname flying past your mind, smile still playing at the edge of your lips as you rolled over to hide your burning face in his chest. “I just… this was the best I’ve slept in such a long time that I almost forgot you came over this morning, so seeing you was like… Woah, who is this dream man laying beside me? Am I still asleep?”

Biting back a smile, he hummed thoughtfully and pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Maybe I should sleep over more often then? You could get more sleep and a hot man to wake up to each morning!” 

You sat up with him, sleep drunk smile decorating your lips. Out of instinct, you found your hands reaching forwards to run your fingers through his hair, fixing all the silly little strands that stood up in all different directions. Had you been more focused on his face though, you would have noticed the light dusting of pink settling over his cheeks. You were so… close. And you felt so much like home. Donghyuck’s heartbeat pounded in his ears and he prayed you couldn’t hear it. 

“I mean, honestly, though-” you giggled in response. “-my bed’s always open for you, if you’d like. I know I wouldn't complain if I woke to this every morning.” Redirecting your gaze down to his deep, chestnut colored eyes, you leaned forwards to bop the tip of his nose playfully, giggling again when he blinked in surprise. “Now come on, I’m hungry and I wanna go out.”

But as you pushed yourself off your bed, Hyuck sat, pondering your words. Would you really be okay with waking up beside him every morning? He ran his fingers through his hair, sliding out of your bed to follow you out into the kitchen. 

God, he loved you. He loved the way you giggled, he loved the way your fingers felt in his hair. He loved the way you looked, wrapped his arms. He loved the way you gazed up at him through your eyelashes. Perhaps today was the day, then, he thought to himself. Maybe I’ll tell her today. 

Having jogged up ahead, you turned, any ounce of exhaustion from before completely dissipated into thin air. You smiled, wrapping your arms - still draped in his hoodie - around yourself. Donghyuck had fallen behind, eyes glazed over in thought as he moved sluggishly after you. 

“Hyuck, you bean-brain,” you called. He blinked the looming confession from the forefront of his mind and shook his head a couple times before realizing you had called him. 

“’Sup beautiful?” 

A pretty pinkish glow slid onto your cheeks just as a cheeky smirk fell over his lips. “I think I have some of your clothes in my closet if you wanna change.”

“Why?” he shot you a look before lifting his arm to sniff himself. “Do I smell or something? I could’ve sworn I put on deodorant before I ran over this morning.” 

You rolled your eyes, wrinkling your nose as if you had smelt something dank. “Yes, you smell horrid- no, you smell fine, Hyuck.” 

“Then why am I changing?” 

“So you don’t look like you just woke up.” It wasn’t like he didn’t look good, large t-shirt crinkled from cuddling with you. Donghyuck looked more than good. He looked angelic. He looked inviting and soft. Your eyes traced his well cut figure, taking the time to study everything. There was something about him and the way he stood, the way he looked at you, the way that little half smile quirked the corners of his lips up... there was something about him that just screamed boyfriend... and a shameless blush burned at your features when you realized you had been staring, again.    

“You look like you just woke up,” he pouted. “And I must say... you work it pretty well, cutie.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you growled playfully, turning back towards the kitchen. “Just go change, okay? You want anything before we head out?”

“Just for you to put some pants on,” he called on his way back to your room. You snorted at his comment from your precarious stance atop a dining chair. 

“Why? Your hoodie goes like almost all the way down my thighs.”

“Much as I love the way you look in my clothes, we can’t have other guys seeing what’s mi-” Donghyuck stopped, both physically and verbally right in front of your door. Shit, did he really almost say that? He had been mumbling, so there was a chance you didn’t hear him. Then, at the same time, part of him longed to call you ‘his’. 

“What’d you say?” your disembodied voice carried through his panicked thoughts. “I didn’t catch the last part.”

“Nothing.” He sighed in relief - albeit a little disappointed - the simple action releasing all the tension in his shoulders before turning back towards your room. No, he sighed, shuffling through your closet, a smile still very much present on his face. Today was already as good as it was going to get. He was spending it with you. 

Maybe not today.

a/n: part 2 anyone? 

[old-hyper-super-clover]

Trouble in Devildom Town, Part 3/3

Words: 3.520 words

Approximate reading time: 10~15 minutes

Asmo was visibly enjoying this game, humming as he stood up to leave the building.

He got a little startled as he felt something soft rubbing against his leg.

"A cat...?"

Mustering the feline, Asmo wondered why anybody would implement animals into a game like this.

"So you are one of the traitors."

The clicking sound of a loading weapon echoed through the empty room, and a smirk curled on Asmo's face.

The Avatar of Wrath was standing in the doorframe.

"Satan~" Asmo turned around.

"So sorry for killing your partner... You see, I think she got overwhelmed by my incredible kissing talents...! It's very sad, but not the first time I saw that happening, actually..."

Satan pointed his gun at Asmo's head.

"How did you do this?"

"The traitor shop is fantastic!" Asmo laughed. "Your coins increase over time, and there's so much stuff to buy! They have killing pills that knock you out in less then a minute, all kinds of poisons, and countless shooting weapons too, of course..."

"How did you trick her, I mean."

Another chuckle followed.

"Aaah, yes! It was so dramatic, thank you for making me talk about my great plan! I fooled Beel by looking like Clover, and tricked her with the face of Beel. You can also buy this ability to change your appearance. All you gotta do then is to change your nickname, and BOOM! You're somebody else~! It's a bit weird that your voice doesn't change, however, but MAN I played that smooth regardless!

And how tragic they died, both of them, trying to protect what they love but in the end failing because of love itself..."

He stopped as Satan's face formed a deep frown.

But Asmo gave a chuckle regardless.

"Oh, dear brother, and you actually think you could just shoot me like this? We both know my reflexes are better than yours..."

The blond smirked.

"That may be true, but we also know that I am the smarter one."

A wave of surprise shooting through Asmo, he got startled as the cat that had stayed by his side started climbing his leg.

Of course, he wasn't so dumb to let Satan get the upper hand only because of this, so Asmo reached for his pistol and pulled the trigger the moment he pointed at the doorframe.

His eyes widened as he realised Satan wasn't there anymore.

Not even a second later, several shots went through his back, and as Asmo's dead body landed on the floor, Satan stepped back inside, smiling at Belphegor through the window on the other side of the building.

"Nice teamwork" Belphie grinned, punching a bigger opening into the glass so he could enter the room as well.

Satan picked up the kitten, fondling it with a pleased smile. "Indeed, we did quite well~!"

"... Are you talking to me or to the cat?"

Satan obviously did not feel the need to answer that.

"Come on now" he prompted instead. "We should take their stuff and make a leave. There is nothing more to get here."

  Neither Violet nor Lucifer were moving.

His face still hovering above hers, they kept staring into each others eyes, and if not for the high probability of death looming in the air, the girl would have begged to stay in this moment forever.

"Is there anything you want to say to defend yourself?" Lucifer asked.

The girl swallowed her nervousness.

"... You seem pretty confident in your guess despite only having caught me how I trailed off with my thoughts a little... How can you be so sure you are right about it?"

The demon smiled.

"The shop must be accessible through cognition, anything else would be too obvious in the first place. Traitors would blow their cover way too quickly if not with methods like these..."

"So... Innocents can't be absent-minded for a single moment?"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous..." Lucifer purred. "It is simply that I can tell the difference between you trailing off in thoughts and... the look you were wearing before..."

Violet's eyes widened slightly. He was indeed a hundred percent confident in his guess.

"You can really... Read me that easily...?" she mumbled, biting her lip as she watched a sly grin spread on the demon's face.

"Let us say I have been paying close attention to you, Violet..."

A shiver went through her.

And it only got more intense as his body got even closer, his weight on her causing the edges of the stone underneath her to press inside her back unpleasantly.

"Attention to your behaviour..." Lucifer continued. "To your features... your likings, to your way of thinking..."

He made a little pause, giving off something like a sighing breath.

"... Which is exactly why we are finding ourselves in this peculiar situation right now..."

His one hand found hers, and he intertwined their fingers.

"I know how you think, and maybe the favour is one you can return... Either way, you have advantages as a traitor that I don't even know of..."

"... So both of us don't dare to move, as they know the other will have a perfect reaction to follow immediately" Violet finished his sentence.

Lucifer smiled.

"Exactly... Now, how do we get out of this situation, Violet~? Should we see who in the end has the better predictions, or should we wait until someone finds us, to then shoot either of us...?"

The girl kept staring into his eyes, inspecting them and loosing herself in their pretty colours.

Again, a little smile curled the demon's lips, as suddenly, an urge seemed to take over, as he leaned down to meet his enemy in a kiss.

Both of them didn't dare to move anything but their lips, for what felt like an eternity they kept it at their lips dancing like this.

Slowly, as Lucifer seemingly felt in the need of more, a hand reached her waist, gently brushing her with his thumb.

Violet enjoyed the sensation to the fullest, his taste and his touch, forcing herself to imprint every single detail into her memories.

But as she felt Lucifer's breath getting slightly uneven, Violet panicked after all.

So her hand found his neck in a gentle touch.

The thing was...

Lucifer could not remember her having worn a glove before.

He parted from her in a sweet smooching sound, but his eyes were serious.

And as he looked down at her sorry face, he knew he had lost this game.

Violet pulled her hand away, and immediately Lucifer felt an incredible burn spreading from his neck over his whole skin.

"... Poison...?" he asked in a mumble.

As he stumbled backwards, Violet gave another sorry smile.

"Neurotoxins... Applied near the spine, it inhibits communication between your brain and heart, so your body thinks you are dead..."

"... To then actually kill me by deactivating the function of my heart and lungs..." Lucifer concluded. He looked in pain, holding his chest, but also... he seemed almost proud.

"I see..." his lips curled in a faint smile. "Very clever, I must say..."

He tried reaching for his gun, but the poison had numbed his nervous system already, so his body would soon collapse as if it had no bones to stabilise him whatsoever.

"Really, I'm sorry" Violet mumbled.

Then, she picked up his weapons and vanished in the woods.

  --- meanwhile in the spectator lobby... ---

Ghost Clover was sitting on a building's rooftop, still a little traumatized from the sensation of, well, dying.

Somebody plonked down beside her.

"So they got you, too?"

Clover looked up into a pair of purple eyes.

"Beel... Yeah, Asmo killed me."

Ghost Beel gave a nod. "Me too, I think. Weird that everything feels so real in this game, huh? Even pain and the whole process of dying..."

Clover gave a breathy laugh.

"W-well, yeah... I did not... Expect this... But I guess now I know what dying feels like... Yaaay..."

Her friend chuckled a little.

"How did you die?" he then asked. "I hope it wasn't too painful."

Clover had been staring at him, but as he turned his head to look at her as well, she felt her cheeks getting red again.

"U-u-uhm..." she breathed. "Ah, y-y-you know, it wasn't th-that... special... Or worth mentioning..."

However, Beel looked worried.

"Did Asmo do something cruel? Was he torturing you? If he did, then I will make him pay for that-"

"Nononono" Clover bursted out. "DON'T talk to Asmo about my death..!!"

The demon tilted his head.

"Why not?"

"B-b-b-because..." she panicked, knowing that Asmo would spill ALL the juicy details if he saw just the shred of an opportunity, "just... don't, please..."

He seemed confused, but in the end, Beel gave the blushing mess of a girl a pat on her head.

"Okay, then I won't."

He stood up and reached out a hand.

"Wanna go watch the remaining living ones with me?"

Clover looked up and smiled.

"I'd love to."

  Violet shot the timer a stressed glare.

Nine minutes were left, and for what felt like eternity, she couldn't find anyone.

Then, finally, as she dashed out of the forest, she happened to almost clumsily stumble into Belphegor and Satan.

"Violet!" the youngest brother exclaimed.

"Guys...! What's wrong, where are all the others?"

"Dead" Belphie stated. "Asmo was a traitor and killed Beel and Clover."

Satan pointed at the forest. "And Lucifer? He was with you, wasn't he?"

Violet flinched faintly.

She wasn't so dumb to blow her cover herself by saying something stupid, but she also knew well that Satan would do everything to try and get her to do exactly that.

"He was a traitor..." Violet stated. "After we both were equipped, he got rid of Mammon and tried to kill me afterwards. I just so managed to take him down, though."

Belphie gave a nod.

"That means Levi is the third and only traitor left..."

Violet was humming in agreement.

"I think he might have gone into the forest as well" she said, already turning around to show them the way. "We should go seek him together."

And Belphie was kind of convinced enough to follow...

Whilst Satan got hold of his gun.

"And what tells me that you aren't lying to us?"

Violet stopped abruptly, turning to flinch at the sight.

"Well... There's not really a way to prove myself other than telling you what happened, is it?"

The blond chuckled.

"Not really, but I don't want to risk running into Levi to then find out you lied to us, you know?"

The girl gave a huff.

"So what? Now you plan to... threaten me until the time runs out?"

Satan's smile widened.

"That is exactly what I had in mind, yes. Because if you truly are innocent, you should be fine with this plan, right?"

Violet could only give a shrug.

"Wouldn't that be kind of lame?" she asked.

"Why should it?" Satan hummed. "I find a well-thought victory plan is more satisfying that possibly running into the enemies hands."

And as Violet gave a stressed huff, Belphie tensed up as well.

"Judging from her reaction, she doesn't really seem fine with the idea..."

As Belphie reached for his own weapon, Violet got sick of this charade and went to grab a weapon of her own.

But with to guns pointed at her, she wasn't really allowed to move a single muscle.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" Satan wore a sadistic smile. "Even with your little traitor items, you clearly don't have the upper hand."

Violet was going to respond, but an overly dramatic evil laughter cut through her words.

"All of you, you need to take action more quickly!!"

A voice echoed through the air.

"You are so unsure, so tense...!!"

Finally, Satan and Belphie were able to spot the voice's source behind Violet.

Leviathan was sitting in a tree, staring down at them.

"But a true war demands... ACTION!!"

and he pulled several mini bombs out of his pocket, resting between his fingers, ignited as soon as they were visible.

Violet reacted quickly, because as Levi threw the bombs at his brothers, she tried distancing herself from the demons as much as she could, while also taking hold of the telekinesis stick.

Getting closer to the forest's edge, she hectically activated the stick, pointing it at the innocents in hopes of grabbing one of them.

She actually managed to pull Belphie towards her and off his feet, the demon landing face forward right next to the bombs.

But as she was focussing on running again, only faintly hearing Levi's laugh and the other two shouting in panic, a shot hit her shoulder.

The shock of feeling actual real pain led to her knees give in for a second, so Violet stumbled down next to a tree instead of behind it, as originally planned.

She turned, seeing a pair of green eyes glistening in wrath.

While Belphie had stumbled back onto his feet, trying to distance himself from the bombs that were about to go off at any second, Satan was running towards her.

"Don't think I'll let you escape!!" he screamed, and as he threw himself onto her, he pulled out a knife while in motion, jabbing it directly into her chest when landing.

The hit's impact was huge, not only because he had let himself fall onto her, but also because just when he rushed towards her, the bombs went off, practically pushing the blond off his feet.

However...

Bending over her, Satan's eyes widened.

Dizzy in her pain, Violet glanced up, her hand now sliding off from the knife that she had held to that it pierced right into Satan's stomach.

They looked at each other for a moment.

And weirdly enough, both chuckled a little.

"So... Did you find this game to be 'quite amusing' as well...?" Violet mumbled.

Satan smiled.

"Oh... Don't act as if you didn't."

Then, both collapsed, leaving the stage to the last few left...

 Belphie was lying on the floor after the bombs went off, coughing, but his health bar was still high enough for him to function.

He tried gaining a view over the situation, catching a glimpse of Satan collapsing onto Violet.

Then, Levi jumped off the tree.

"Oh Belphie... I'm sorry it had to come this far..." He stopped mid-walking. "Wait, no, I'm not sorry lololol"

Levi stretched out his arms.

"I mean, look how EPIC this is!!!"

And Levi fell into one of his fanboy attacks, going on about how cool all battles have been, how skillfully he had scouted the situation until surprising the three just now.

Sick of listening to him, Belphegor tried to reach for one of the weapons lying next to him, but to his displease, his arm seemed to have broken when being blown away by the bombs.

And as he tried to grab it with his other hand, Levi had already seen through his plans.

"Nah, leave that be, you can't beat me anyways LOL"

"... Shove your LOLs up your ass" Belphie hissed, pissed that he actually couldn't really do much other than watching him.

"Pff, lol, Belphie it's rare to see you this agitated."

Levi came to a stand in front of his brother.

"Now then... Time to use my traitor points for the ultimate weapon..."

Belphegor, and all the ghost spectators watching the scene, saw as Leviathan started to glow.

And when he stopped glowing...

He was dressed in some kind of female anime protagonist dress.

Belphie stared.

And blurted out in such a laughter that it pulled Levi out of his heroic epic moment of (almost) victory.

"... WhAT??" Levi hissed angrily at the younger brother. "WhY ArE YoU lAUGhinG?! This is the most epic thing I could find in the store!! I even had to go find a special secret item to unlock this!!"

"B-bro..." Belphie pressed out in-between his laughter. "You're... You're wearing a skirt...!!"

Levi's mouth fell open in disbelief.

"Uuuh, yes, but this is THE Seraphina's outfit of the second season of..." He stopped in angered grunts as Belphie wasn't listening at all. "Also, look at the giant SWORD in my hand?!?!"

And he pointed at the ridiculously huge blade he wasn't even able to hold up with one hand.

"Ahahaha... Levi, stop, my belly hurts from laughing...!!"

As Belphie curled in the grass, not able to contain his laughter, Levi has had enough.

He didn't even need to step any closer (because of his effin long sword), and thus he could stab into Belphie's side and rob the last HP he had left.

In great euphoria (despite this anticlimactic kill), the otaku let out a scream of victory, raising his arms and festively announcing the traitors' victory.

He jumped in glee, waiting for all the other players to respawn as the round was over.

But nothing happened.

"... What? What's wrong?" Levi took a look around. "Why is nothing happening? Everyone is dead except for me, right?!"

Suddenly, Levi felt something bumping against his foot.

He looked down and immediately started to scream.

To his feet was nothing more but a golden grenade, a crucifix on it's top.

"WHAT?! NOOO!! NOT THE HOLY HANDGRENAD-"

the moment before it went off and teared Levi apart in an instant, the third-born looked up, realising with even greater fear that Mammon was looking at him, the biggest, most sly grin on his face.

With a flash of holy light, Leviathan's character was erased from the map, not even a corpse left of him.

Now Mammon was the one to step onto the open field.

"Well, well, well... What did I say..."

He screamed into the sky while slowly, his family respawned around him.

"Because I am THE great Mammon, the best detective that NONE of you believed in!!! What do y'all say now, seeing how I won the fucking game?!?! Nyahahahahaha~!

Bow down to me, Mammon, the winner of our very first game of TTT!!!!!"

    In the late evening, everyone has sat down to enjoy some snacks and let the day pass in a comfy, warm mood.

They were in great spirits, chatting about the game, pointing out things they liked, things they could have done better.

"Next time, I will make sure not to trust Satan" Clover stated while snatching away a chip out of the huge bowl that Beel was unconsciously hogging for himself.

"Huh? Why?" the blond looked earnestly irritated.

"Dude, you let me die for a cat launcher."

Satan looked at her, but could only gave a shrug.

"... Well, but it was a CAT launcher. And how was I supposed to know Asmo was waiting around the corner?"

While Clover was sighing, Lucifer gave a little laugh.

"There is indeed a lot of room to improve..." He shot Violet a glance. "And I will make sure to not have myself outplayed next time."

Violet returned the favour in a blushy grin.

Then, Beel spoke up.

"Will there be a next time, though...?"

He pointed at the one person that wasn't in a good mood.

Levi was sitting next to the couches instead of on the couch, wrapped in approximately three blankets, continuously mumbling some petty words of "not fair" to himself.

"Come on, Levi" Asmo huffed. "All of us really enjoyed your game. Why are you pouting over ther-"

Levi immediately jumped up.

"BECAUSE I LOST TO MAMMON!!"

"... Well, you sure did" Belphegor mumbled, and to Levi's anger, most of his brothers suppressed some laughs.

"That's right" Mammon chimed in. "You lost to the 'StupidMammon', Levi. How does that feel, huh? Pretty bad, doesn't it?"

Aaaand he shouldn't have done that.

In a great scream of pure agony, Levi dashed out of the room, and even the human newbies knew that he would stay locked away in his room for the next few days.

"... Well, and there he goes..." Violet gave a sigh. "So I guess we won't play it again after all? When Levi hates it this much?"

"Oh, don't worry" Satan mused. "We'll just force him to play, just like he forced us to play with him today."

"Only fair, I think~!" Asmo agreed.

"Yeah!" A big grin spread on Mammon's face. "Then I'll wreck all of you AGAIN! So don't be sad if all the next wins go to me as well, okay?!"

Silence.

Like, heavy silence.

"I wonder who will win next time~?" Asmo then thought out loud.

"Wha? I just said that I-" Mammon started.

"Now that we all know how the game works, we can make better use of all the mechanisms" Lucifer fell into Mammon's words.

"Yes! And with different roles, people might end up showing unknown potential they couldn't use today!" Clover cheered.

"But I'm still-" Mammon tried to say.

"Ooohh, I'm so hyped for the next time!" Asmo laughed.

And they all kept laughing and talking until the late hours of the night,

Completely ignoring Mammon, who ended up, again, desperately trying to finally make people listen to him...