#I cannot stop thinking about league of legends.

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new jim hardcore smp....... 30 days...... watching the vod............ this is so long im so sorry. i cant stop noting every little detail.

members (might miss some. just saying ones that join or are mentioned): jimmy, martyn, bekyamon, sneegsnag, fwhip, mogswamp, joel, sausage, lizzie, oli, "all the life series crew (but none of them responded)", scott, aimsey (jimmy says later theres "about 14 of us")

martyn almost dies immediately i think. he joins and almost instantly starts complaining about a zombie at spawn.

bekyamon DOES die immediately via skeleton. jim does the thing where he goes dead silent.

jimmy revives her after a moment of trying to figure out how to. he got someone to do it for him (i think an off-screen admin. like sonam life series)

he places down a crafting table ONLY to craft sticks then picks it up again. this isnt important i just thought it was funny. he then places it down again 5 seconds later

on the way to find stone hes met by sneeg and martyn in a boat. they all spend the first night together. cute. sneeg gets inside their makeshift cave and immediately goes afk (to talk to his chat i think)

jimmy: two dudes chilling in a dark cave, (places 2 dirt between him and martyn) two blocks apart...

martyn: NOT IN PRIDE MONTH!! (runs around the dirt)

^ they then both do the AYYYYY! thing which i think is cute.. big dogs will always be real. they keep talking about league of legends and i dont know whats happening.

jim and martyn go out at night to get resources. jimmy crashes while mining coal around some gravel and he crashes....... he has the falling block glitch,,, martyn crashed too i think (update: they all have it. i think its caused by mods not installing properly but its probably server side since its everyone? or fwhip messed up since jim said fwhip organised a folder for everyone to install.)

jimmy finds a village! on the way he has a close call with a creeper and he then raids it. he mentions football but then hes like "you dont care do you. no worries" TALK ABOUT YOUR INTERESTS ON YOUR STREAAMMMMM i mean what

chat keeps telling him to kill a golem. he resists for a bit before doing it. "you know what. ive gave in to peer pressure. im going to kill him." he then kills the golem and he goes ooo or yeah for every hit.

lizzie joins and he starts BEGGING her to not die first. "lizzie, lizzie, listen to me, if youre watching the stream still. you CANNOT be the first one to die. lizzie, please. please, please. do not be the first one to die, please. you cant have that title. you cannot have this title." (lizzie then says im gonna live so hard and he laughs. but jimmy what the hell was that about)

lizzie then mentions in chat that theres powdered snow at spawn and jimmys IMMEDIATELY like not my fault. the server did that. ???????????? WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM LIKE ACTUALLY i need to study him get in my lab boy

chat asks if its gonna be made into videos. he says its only going to be streamed. jimmy please hire someone to edit down your streams. please

jimmy makes it very clear that he wants to survive all 30 days. i believe in him

LIZZIES HERE shes in her empires season 2 dress skin. ?????? she forgot to install all the mods

she then leaves and sausage arrives by yelling DADDY JIM?????? (jimmy then says "first time someones called me daddy! wow!" to which saus goes "LIES. LIES. LIES!!" and jim says "well. you know. we dont talk about what we do in our spare time-" ?!!?!?!!?!?!)

lizzie then rejoins and it makes both of them jump. lizzie explains the skin by saying she likes to use the skins she doesnt wear much in between series. thats so cute i cant do this

sausage says his sos builds were him "holding back". i am scared of him i think

lizzie wants to test if you can still jump off cliffs in boats. she then goes into a ravine (and lands in water so it isnt even a test) and realises that she did just jump into a ravine with a total of 0 resources. she gets out fine :)

they talk about saving the villagers and lizzie tries to. seduce one of them into going inside the house. then sausage tries to seduce the SAME villager.

sausage has a gapple already???? he tries to give it to jimmy but jimmy gives it back.

jim and lizzie talk about joel. jimmy: "i wish i could spend some quality time with him, you know?" lizzie: "yeah me too, me too man" they then start talking about him. like wanting custody over him. like some strange pet. jimmy and lizzie and the weird thing they found on the street. jimmy explicitly refers to joel as "our man" which i think is kind of gay.

jimmy and lizzie and sausage go mining together. this is such a great trio im so happy. they go into one of those shitty little caves and mythical "builder" sausage starts texturing the entrance. someone put him in a creative world its good for his enrichment.

sausage picked the seed :) every biome is close by

lizzie keeps taming cats and im scared she isnt going to stop.

honestly the mining trip is really chill... its just the three of them hanigng out and talking. very fun. sausage meows when hes nervous. lizzie has just found out that hardcore means the server is set to hard. they also all remember that cats scare creepers and theyre having a great time. lizzie has no armour and reaches 1 heart.

sausages texturing is an ongoing bit and its so fucking funny they keep encouraging him. sausage this whole cave needs texturing.

oli wants to know where jimmy is. this gives hey girl i mean they energy and i cant explain it. jimmy says "we" are in a hole atm and oli goes full jealous bf mode on him. he calls him kitten. i cant do this

the gang finds a lush cave and sausages texturing bit gets even funnier. hes so happy about moss. unfortunately theres like a million mobs.

aimsey asks in chat if someone can sleep so jimmy does. he says it was him and aimsey says "YAY!!!!! you are my new favourite" while scott says "youre so hot for that". jimmy does not acknowledge either of them. winning the idgaf war.

sausage combat logs in between a bunch of mobs. lizzie combat logs a moment later. leaving jimmy alone to fight all the mobs (its like a single creeper and skeleton) and jimmy is SO annoyed about it. he'll never forget this.

they both join again but lizzie has to leave :( she goes back to the surface to log out safely

sausage is visibly upset about caving day 1. he yearns to build. he really really wants to build. did you know he wants to build. he wants a starter house. he doesnt want to be in the caves.

they see some gravel and jimmys like be careful. dont touch it cuz of the glitch. sausage then goes wait can i hit it here? and the game IMMEDIATELY crashes. jimmy is devastated. like clutching his head hitting his desk. hes worried hes gonna fall to his death cuz he was placing blocks.

they both rejoin at about the same time. turns out what saus did (i think) is he tried to break a single piece of gravel that he THOUGHT wasnt connected to anything. but it was. it was connected to a lot of things actually. so they both crashed

they start to go back up and they find oli!!! oli starts playing the oli and jim theyre just two guys song. hes actually so jealous boyfriend "explain to me why i have that song ready and youre spending time in a hole with OTHER men by the way!?" he also says kitten again. i cant do this. oli tries to modify the oli and jim song to oli and oli. he chills out quickly then starts playing their talent show song

they go back to the surface and oli starts talking about wanting (armadillo) scutes (for dog armour) and a dog. while oli is talking about dogs jimmy is just. zoomed in on his feet. sausage just says he will give oli 10 gifted subs if he shows his feet on stream. they get on him for being too direct and not being pg. as if they were being perfect little angels. ok oli and jim.

they all start talking over each other about lore and i cant hear anything except jimmy going "IM THE DADDY OF THIS SERVER!" and oli going "NO YOURE MY KITTEN YOURE MY KITTEN YOURE MY KITTEN YOURE MY LITTLE KITTEN MAN"

jimmy leaves to get food. he comes back and briefly passes oli and saus and i just hear oli calling sausage kitten too. i dont know what this new bit is and im too scared to ask.

all three of them go on a little boat ride to find more people. jimmy wrote a sea song yesterday and its really fun and catchy.......

they eventually run into martyn and sneeg. i think a thing about this smp is going to be me not being able to hear anything. theres a minimum of 3 people talking at any given time. the boats end up as jim/martyn, sneeg/oli, and saus. oli changes oli and jim to oli and sneeg.

i genuinely think theres like maybe 2 braincells between them all because as soon as someone says something they all start repeating it

oli and jimmy separate off. theyre looking for some place to live and they realise the spot they want is where scott is. so they make a bit out of trying to move into the area without anyone noticing theyre there. scott tries to talk to them and theyre like heyyyyyyy we didnt notice you here aha. ahaha. for context the area is like. a massive hole in the ground thats not a cave but its just. a pit. scott and aimsey call it the donut jimmy and oli call it the disc.

oli says "has there ever been a disc war" and i was thrown so hard into 2020. they then speak over each other but jimmys like (to scott) YOU FRUSTRATE ME! I AM FRUSTRATED! and oli says that oli/jim are the disc heads. surely nobody is going to mispronounce this. just a couple of disc heads. ok mr pg. their house is the discheads disc den and they keep saying it really fast and i think somethings going to go wrong.

martyn and sausage and sneeg turn up and within like a second olis like "we love riding disc in this house" and saus says "ill ride that disc" i dont like either of them at all. then oli shoos jimmy away to convince sneeg to call it the disc and not a donut (probably to say something not pg). whatever he said it worked cuz by the time jimmys back hes calling it the disc. mog turns up at some point during this too.

jimmy walks off and finds a whole bunch of dogs.... he got one of the new ones. woods wolf? idk its very cute. he goes back to the group and mog gets exiled for calling the hole a donut. jimmy mines for like 5 minutes then ends. :p next stream monday and theres another build and seek video tomorrow

Me and Liau read this ask together a few days ago and all of this OOC is the funniest shit. But also I don't think it'd be bearable for me to watch lol (minimum of 3 people speaking at a time sounds god awful. I'm just not the type of person to be able to watch that without getting really overwhelmed. Sobs) so I lay you extra thanks for updating me!! Also the humor sense is uhh. This is really starting to feel like one of those fan-made Life Series where it's mostly kids whose humor sense is primarily sex jokes. Once again OOC this all gave me a good laugh but oh my god I would not personally be able to get through this

Aughhh him and Lizzie talking about Joel though.... their man... yeah it's gay. Jimmy needs to be adopted into hermitcraft so bad dude these two never stop proclaiming how much they miss each other. End my misery

How dare Sausage and Lizzie combat log and leave Jimmy to fend for himself.... Jimmy should start murdering... also the bit with Sausage hurts my brain noooo all I can think is that miserable Jimmy does just. fuck Sausage I guess. Because he gets little affection from anyone else and Sausage is the only one to actively reach out to him and offer anything of the sort and Jimmy just takes it and has led himself to believe that he likes it this way when he just doesn't have any other options to get the affection he desires but is unable to ask for it from anyone himself. The trauma and all. Ugh I'm sorry Sausage enjoyers I cant with him

And Oli is so weird about him too lmao what are they doing!! But I can accept Oli, he's funny to me. The way he goes to comedic extremes at any inconvenience in his relationship with Jimmy to quickly switch back around is funny to me. He doesn't compare to Sausage. He could do Jimmy some good. The blonde boyfriends have my approval even if Oli is the way he is

I love when Jimmy just proclaims how he's feeling. "THAT FRUSTRATES ME. I AM FRUSTRATED" why is he such a stupid little thing I love him

Mog getting exiled immediately for referring to the hole wrong is really funny. I'm so sorry Mog

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The Fictional Crush Line-Up For 2023 and Beyond

Was going to do this sooner (as in a review on the year based on the new or resurfaced interests I picked up, with aforementioned fictional crushes along the way), but I wanted to collect art for them all too and then I also had to try and remember them all. But here we are. If I'm missing any, I'll either have to edit and or reblog to include them.

See if you can spot any common threads (it may get trickier as the list goes on, just be warned). This goes almost in chronological order. But order does not in any way reflect my level of brainrot and obsession with each.

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THE FRAGILE THREADS OF POWER, BALDUR'S GATE III, AND ARCANE: LEAGUE OF LEGENDS (SPECIFICALLY REGARDING VIKTOR).

Consider yourself warned.

Victor Vale (Vicious by V.E. Schwab)

Victor and his revenge story are kind of responsible for kick-starting my journey of self-rediscovery these past twelve months, in a strange and roundabout way. He made me want to stick up for myself and what I wanted out of life. Sure, he's extremely morally grey in a concerning way, and yeah, we don't normally encourage revenge, but I found him a comfort at a difficult time. But also, I could totally fix him (no one can and it's no one's responsibility, yet the sentiment is still there). I'm not usually one for blonds (I am a liar) but his cold aesthetic is oddly pleasing. There's nothing I understand more than an awe that rots into resentment and envy while maintaining the same thread of fascination with someone. "Victor Vale was not a fucking sidekick" is just a, mwah, chef's kiss line. Honestly, I have less of a crush on this guy, more of an understanding that I appreciate. Also, I haven't even mentioned the chronic pain implications and canon uses of his powers. But that might be for another time.

Viktor (Arcane: League of Legends)

Another Viktor with chronic illness themes and whose (in LoL lore) regard for a partner in science goes sour over time as they pursue different objectives (not seen in the Netflix series yet, of course, it's too early for glorious evolution). This guy always comes back to rot in my brain, and I cannot wait for season 2 later this year to see what comes of his arc. I'm planning a fanfic involving him, Jayce, and maybe/sort of Jinx, based on a dream I had months ago but still have swirling in the soup that is my consciousness. There is something so pretty about this guy. If I was more confident in my sketching abilities, he'd end up being my muse way too often. Viktor's character to me is kind of a tragedy personified, and I love a good tragedy. Oh, and his voice actor?? Amazing. There's some debate over how authentic he sounds to Eastern Europeans, but the accent aside still, he sounds sooo good. I want to sit in on a lecture where he speaks about literally anything for two hours.

Kell Maresh (A Darker Shade of Magic; The Fragile Threads of Power by V.E. Schwab)

Usually, I don't talk about Kell because of how silly I feel like my crush on him is. I identify with Delilah "Lila" Bard throughout ADSOM and even Threads, so I hate further mentioning how much I actually think about Kell because I'd have to fist fight anyone who said I only relate to her because of Kell when that's not the truth. And yet, there's still enough differences between Lila and I for me to be like "if I had to pick a woman in the Schwabverse..." But also, MAYBE I JUST THINK KELL IS GORGEOUS, OKAY? 🫣 Maybe I like that he starts as a somewhat naive prince who's had things both easy and rough in life (wanting to be loved by the only family you know and not feel like you're only there to protect your adoptive brother whom your parents tried to tell you both was not actually your brother and you should stop treating each other as such is VALID, argue with the wall, also he's the bodyguard and eternal worrier (yes, worrying) for Rhy and he's taken lives way too young). Maybe I like that he fell first and fell hard for Lila (okay, but if we're getting into the nitty-gritty, she did flirt with him first multiple times, but she would never admit to actual feelings), that he's the male love interest without reservations for once, leaving it up to Lila and whether she's open to love for once in a story. And yeah, okay, maybe I like that he's actually some kind of a prince charming, the sort you always secretly dream about, you know? Shut up. I like his stupid magic coat too. He's clever, but occasionally actually unbelievably dumb, he's funny and witty yet he knows when to keep his mouth shut (and is usually the one hauling others out of a scrap because of their own smart mouths), he cares too much about his family, AND DID I MENTION HE ALSO HAS CHRONIC ILLNESS THEMES THAT BROKE MY DAMN CHRONICALLY ILL AND IN PAIN HEART? I've said too much already, but there. He's a guy.

Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man: Across The SpiderVerse)

This is the one my sister teases me most about because she doesn't get it. To be honest with you all, even I don't know how to explain it. But this guy. Miguel. There is something about him that I just abdkjdjsdv, you know? Is it the tragedy? The moral greyness? The fangs? His insane height? Just his fanon self? The fucking muscles?? I don't know. But I will defend how interesting he is as an antagonist until the cows come home.

Elliott (Stardew Valley)

Oh... boy. Sometimes, I realise I have a type. It's pretty guys who are hopeless romantics that write novels and poetry. Maybe it's just this one guy. But wow, it works on me. I'm writing a fanfic about him because I need to. There's only 400-odd words to it so far. It was not long after I met him in the game that I decided I had to wife him up. I planted that pomegranate tree early, because it's his favourite fruit for those who don't know, and he loves receiving them as a gift. I got ducks so I could give him their stray feathers. I learned how and when to find lobsters and catch crabs because he loves those too. If I'm out of gifts, I go get a coffee for him because every writer needs their sustenance. Literally, by Spring of Year 2, we were married, and I wondered if perhaps I might have been a little too single-mindedly pursuing every one of those cut scenes when I should have been taking it a bit slower and making it less of a mission. Don't know what to tell you, I went crazy. I fully believe in the headcanon that he gets up early just to go through his haircare routine. Is he pretentious? Maybe. Does he lay it on a little too thick that he's scared of dying alone? Well, okay, yes. Does it bother me that as a househusband he doesn't help out more on the farm? Occasionally. But there's also no one else I'd rather be with (and I developed a sprinkler system specifically so there was less work for me anyway and so now I don't mind at all when he isn't helping). And I can't believe my sister ever introduced me to Stardew Valley because I am now mentally ill about a videogame character made of pixels. Yes, I make wine just for him too. Hush. I spoil him daily now that we're married. Our first child is a son named Ernest. I was debating between Ernest and Edgar, and honestly, I think I should have gone with the latter, but I chose the former. All the dialogue from Elliott is so frickin' cute.

Astarion Ancunín (Baldur's Gate III)

And do you know what the worst part about this one is? I still haven't actually played Baldur's Gate III. I know, I KNOW. A crime. I'm working on it. But you best believe I've watched every cutscene I can, every scrap of gameplay dialogue, all the choices, the different endings you can get with him (Ascended breaks my heart every time -- I don't care how hot he is, it's not what he would have wanted, he doesn't love you like he used to anymore, and he's not as happy as he could be), and I've listened to all the interviews with Neil Newbon and the writer for Astarion about him. This fruity traumatised vampire haunts me. I want to hold him gently and caress his face and tell him he's beautiful and what he looks like to me since he hasn't seen his reflection in centuries and I want to make sure he knows he's loved. I want him to bite me and drink my blood too, but that's not as important. Does it weird me out how much he reminds me of Prince Charming from the Shrek franchise and Preminger from Barbie: The Princess and the Pauper and then aesthetically Asra from The Arcana: A Mystic Romance? Yes. But Astarion's also his own character and I'm in love with his smile and goofy lines.

Settrigh "Sett" (Heartsteel; League of Legends)

This... might be the lowest point, actually 💀 My sister would agree. Because it's not enough to crush on book characters, show characters, and videogame characters -- while technically this guy is a videogame character and was part of League of Legends waaay before the music video, it was the PARANOIA music video that got me. So, even fictional characters made/involved in music videos are not safe from my heart. Because, as I understand it, OG Sett is a bit different from Heartsteel Sett, and I've found I usually prefer reading about the interpretation of the latter in fanfic more than the former. I mean, I still really, really enjoy fanfics where he's The Big Boss of the pits, and or his other background/lore is included, but I've read some where his old personality is a bit Yikes. The golden retriever energy is my favourite era of his if we can call it that (I still headcanon him as a part fox Vastayan, you can't convince me otherwise so go argue with someone else about it, not me). And honestly, I think I might have read more fics involving Sett in 2023 than I did any of the other characters on this list. Which is saying something since he's not as popular as a few of them. He's a pretty guy and I wish to bite him. Lovingly.

Mizu (Blue Eye Samurai)

Oh woman. Mizu is... is... she's basically my wife. I know she's all our wife, but like just let me dream a little here. As soon as I finished the series, I was opening up Tumblr, Pinterest, and AO3, my holy trinity of fandom. My platonic wife was sending me TikToks of our shared fictional wife. Mizu can wind up non-binary, male, female, I honestly do not mind because I am in love with any version she is/becomes (for now, I interpret her as a woman in disguise, but if that changes, I'll absolutely change how I refer to Mizu). She is a tragedy wrapped up in revenge because of a rotten love and unfortunate parentage and time period. I want her as much as I want to be her. Also? I go insane over her little smiles and smirks. I LOVE when we got to hear her laugh, even if it was mostly the flashbacks (do not mention Mikio near me; if he wasn't already dead, I would kill him). Also, who doesn't hate their British/white half, ahaha, oh my god, I know mixed ethnicity is a hot topic for people who do not want POC whitewashed in media, and I fully understand that, but I do appreciate seeing parts of myself in mixed characters like the conflict between trying to be more like one side than another. I'll also admit it: she does indeed look hot covered in blood and carrying a sword. I'll see myself out the door. I've been wanting to write a fanfic about her but I'm still stewing over ideas. Mizu is also probably my first truly major crush on a fictional woman (other than my childhood crush on Helga Sinclair from Atlantis: The Lost Empire). Vi from Arcane comes pretty close, but I see too much of myself in her that it gets weird.

We'll do some honourable mentions for characters from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim since I've gotten into that again.

Brynjolf, Hadvar, and Nazir, I wish I could mod my gameplay so I could marry you. The developers hated their men-loving gamers (I know the women-lovers complain about Serana, but she will never be as heartbreaking as Brynjolf, I don't care if she recognises proposals only to decline them). I mean, Brynjolf is the Tamriel equivalent of Scottish, he calls you "lass/lad", has got a smoothass voice, supports you through so much of the Thieves Guild questline, has a wicked sense of humour, and then when you finish the questline, it's all "sorry, lass. Got important things to do. We'll speak another time" 😭 You can't even recruit him as a follower. He says nothing when you wear an amulet of Mara. I play on a fucking PS4, I can't do mods to marry him or get more dialogue.

(By the way, on my most recent playthrough, Lydia died when I fought the troll on the seven thousand steps, and I am still mad about it. It used to be difficult for Lydia to die, that was why I brought her everywhere, and now I have to become Batman "I work alone". ESPECIALLY after Benor then died on the way up to Paarthurnax. I still can't believe that happened, I should have told him to stay behind and wait for my return.)

Also, every time I play, Derkeethus is so bugged, I can't even rescue him let alone marry the guy, which was disappointing because he seemed nice.

Argis the Bulwark, Vilkas, Farkas, Rayya, Aela the Huntress, and Marcurio, you are all marriageable and live in my heart always. Marcurio was the first I ever married, I think. Three guesses why I chose him (it's the sarcasm, wisecracks, and general sense of humour) (maybe the long hair too). Has anyone noticed how there doesn't seem to be marriageable options among the Khajiit characters?? Why do you think that is? I just checked the Skyrim marriage wiki and this is what it has to say in the trivia: 'There are no Khajiit spouses, however; since the majority of Khajiit in Skyrim are traders or travelers from Elsweyr, they probably have families back home. Additionally, Khajiit characters talk about home a lot, stating how much they miss it and how cold Skyrim is; thus, they probably do not want to marry and settle down in Skyrim.'

Heart-breaking. Oh well.

And that's the end of the line-up. If you read through this, Divines bless your goddamn soul. Psycho-analyse me based on them, I dare you. Or just judge me. I'd like to see either. And if you can find something in common about them all (you don't need to consider the honourable Skyrim mentions), please let me know, because I am personally at a loss.

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What's the best way the spinner deku convo could (realistically) go? (Unrealistically I think they should (finally) team up and travel straight to hell together to get shigaraki back)

laughing and crying at that "(finally) team up" because for real. They should've!!!! I realized the other day that they're exact opposites in what they think of Stain and Shiagarki:

Deku: Understands Stain, Can't Accept him/his methods; Does Not Understand Shigaraki, Cannot Accept him.

Spinner: Does Not Understand Stain, Accepts him/his methods; Understands Shigaraki, Accepts him completely

And like. that could've been so good a clash and then collaboration.

The best way, imo, for a Deku and Spinner convo to go (tho will be somewhat not realistic if I want Deku to be challenged in anyway), is Deku having to get to know Spinner and his grief and anger and bond with Shigaraki and the League (...All the things Deku didn't do with Shigaraki). To understand why the League wanted to destroy, why the League are so close with each other, why the League are so loyal to Shigaraki, and why, even after his heart was touched and his hatred destroyed, that Tenko remained the League's leader to the end.

Shigaraki spoke of destruction because he was angry and lashing out from trauma, yes, but also because he wanted to destroy the current values of the world, the injustices and rejection that affected all of his League, that harmed all the people labeled Villains/made it so they were labeled Villains in the first place. He wanted to be the one guy who stands up for the Villains. That's what Deku didn't understand (because Heroes! So! Cool! Worship Them Like Gods!), but what everyone in the League did even if the way Shigaraki phrased it seemed insane and evil.

Of course Deku would argue back that, while that's actually kinda noble and he gets it now, the League damaged a lot of things and hurt a lot of people in the process, so they had to be stopped, couldn't they have found a different way to go about it and be patient? Because in hurting people, they only continued the cycle of sadness.

And Spinner would have no good justification for the latter except asking why should they have to put up with the pain until things changed, because being 'selfish' for themselves is the League's big flaw, but also say there was no other way of forcing real change - ideally making Deku think of what Nagant said about trust being the bedrock of the Hero System and she was ordered to do to maintain that illusion.

And they go back and forth until they reach a balance, an understanding, in which Spinner admits the League were extreme in their methods and will atone for it, but Deku also understands that sometimes, in the case of structural injustice and corruption, destruction is valid. Smash! by another name. And he understands what Shigaraki meant by 'depends on you guys. do your best' and agree to destroy the current values of the world that creates Villains in the first place.

Actually this is very unrealistic. Def too radical. But it is the best way such a convo could go.

Agreed with you that the best unrealistic way is that Deku frees Spinner from jail, goes on the run with him, and they two of them make their way to the underworld to retrieve Shigaraki. Spinner's account of the league of legend duo play he did with Shigaraki moves Hell Overlord so much he allows Shigaraki to leave. Actually maybe Shigaraki has been wreaking havoc in Hell so much that the Hell Overlord is relieved to see him go and just needed an excuse. Anyway Deku's job is to make sure neither of them look at each other on the journey back to the land of the living. This is an extremely difficult job but in the end he gets it done (Then he never wants to see the two of them ever again because they were so cringe and horny during that long and exhausting journey).

Thanks for the ask!

[n0wav]

My Miku Obsession...

Hello chatters!!!

I am currently coming at you guys from my pc in which i use to play video games such as, overwatch, fortnite, destiny 2, league of legends (i feel off fr on that game) and good ol' roblox and minecraft.

if anyone wants to play any of these games with me (mostly fortnite) please dm me and we will play at any point you'd like!

Now back to the topic at hand

she has blue hair, blue eyes and she hides in your wifi...

IIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSS

HATSUNE MIKU!

Now my story starts aaaaaalll the way back to the year 2010, I was age 5 in my daycare/pre-school. Now my time in that daycare has many many many stories, but i will not be talking about those at the moment. Now as a child i did not enjoy nap time at daycare. I was not able to sleep thanks to my ADHD, so instead I was allowed to stay up and like draw or play with toys and stuff. At this daycare, maybe at many more I've only been at the one, they had highschool interns working there and helping the main teachers take care of and control the little children.

There was one high schooler who, instead of just making me draw, she would take me to the office and watch youtube, and majority of the youtube videos were miku music videos. As a little 5 year old i was automatically hooked, to the point to where I would beg our roommates (we lived with another family for a large part of my life) to let me use their computer so I could keep watching more and more videos over and over all day long.

Now through the years I stopped watching many of the videos mostly because i was scared people would think i was weird for watching them so in middle school i basically fully stopped and ended my love for miku.

up until high school in my freshman year where i came across a random miku video and decided to click on it....

I was then hooked again.

i kept it a big secret however, not even telling my close friends.

near the end of highschool i kinda stopped again mostly because i was going through a whole lot and i just really could't watch much things anymore so I had a small break.

Recently i've been falling back into miku and its been awesome and i now remember why i loved her so much. I cannot stop wathcing videos and listening to songs and once i have money i will spend it all on plushes and figures!

we love miku

miku is our everything

here is a miku song i suggest yall should listen to

thank you all for listening tomorrow i will make another post where i will do an analysis of a band and it will be very very good and def wont be another rant :3

last note this is the best miku song (joke)

[collidescopeeyes]

Time is a Roulette Wheel

Viego: Pt 4, finale

League of Legends | Viego x F!Reader

Chapters: Prologue | Viego: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Read the whole thing on AO3 here

NSFW: Oral (f!receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, overstim

Summary: Turns out that Runeterra isn't the only place that has a Void. Plucked from your world into one of a video game with nothing but stolen time powers, an inability to die and a middling recollection of lore, you're prepared to do just about anything to get back home again. You just have to find the right Champion to help.

The restorations get more tiring. Viego is careful with who he brings you, though you have no idea how he can tell how old the souls are. You don't complain, but he seems to notice how drained you are after. You think you're doing well to pace yourself, until one day after the newly restored souls have been sent off, Viego goes very still.

“The mist is rolling in over Bilgewater,” he says tensely, his eyes focused on something very far off. “There will be a Harrowing.”

You straighten, concerned. “Can't we do anything? I mean, before anyone dies?”

He glances at you, brow pinched. “I will go,” he decides. “Every wraith banished back to the Isles is one that cannot hurt anyone for a time.”

“You know I'm coming with you,” you say. He gets a very pinched look on his face, and your tone steels. “Viego, I know you're worried about me, but I am not staying here while people are getting hurt. I'm going, and you know you can't stop me, so you may as well watch my back.”

He searches your eyes for a moment, then sighs and holds out his hand. “Very well. Let us go.”

You take it, and mist envelops you. You've never traveled through his mist awake before, and it feels a mix of diving into ice cold water and walking through a car wash. You can't see anything for a moment, not even your own hand.

The mist clears just enough for you to make out Viego's form just ahead of you. He raises a hand, and as he waves it the mist curls back in on itself, creating a bubble of clear but filmy air around you. You recognize Bilgewater by the rickety dock-streets under your feet, and more than that, the man in a trifold hat who runs full tilt past you swearing at the top of his lungs. Viego immediately strides in the direction he ran from, releasing your hand to pull his sword from nowhere. He spares you a single worried look, before the first wraith breaches the mist and he grimly turns to the task ahead.

The wraiths don't target Viego at first–he’s one of them, after all, and has no precious life force to siphon. You, however, are a different story. A dozen wraiths spills from the mist, and you raise your hand to freeze them mid-leap scant seconds before Viego cleaves through three in one swing. He spares you an appreciative look before he dissolves into mist himself, and then is behind you, running through another you hadn't seen. You finish the rest in front of you with a fan of thrown knives, instantly teleported to their destination by force of habit.

You work your way through the streets like this, you controlling the crowds and him dispatching them with quick and brutal swings of his blade. Pretty quickly, the wraiths start to target him too, and he seems to have much less concern for his own health than making sure nothing touches a hair on your head.

“If you die on me, I'm gonna kick your ass,” you say tersely, catching him by the elbow as he appears close to you, a wraith already impaled in his blade. He blinks as the gashes left by the wraith's claws close, the dark mist that was leaking from the wounds vanishing.

“I will endeavor not to disappoint you,” he says dryly, and effortlessly swings his zwei with one hand to catch two leaping wraiths at once. Inappropriately, you get the sudden urge to pin him to a wall and kiss him senseless, but you're going to ignore that. Effortless displays of force did something for you, noted, moving on.

“It's him! It's the King!” Someone yells, and you turn to see someone standing at the edge of the mist looking strongly like he doesn't know which way to run. “He's here to kill us all!”

Out from behind him stumbles a stocky woman desperately trying to support a bleeding man. “Oh, shut your fucking trap, Harold,” she seethes, turning to look at the both of you. “You ain't here to kill us, right? You brought me auntie Sash back, so do me a favor and fix this lug up ‘fore you gotta pop him back out the mist too, yeah?” She gestures at the bleeding man. Viego looks vaguely appalled, and she clears her throat. “Uh. If’n you please, your majesties.”

You stifle a laugh, and walk up to touch the man's shoulder. His wounds vanish, and he slurs what you think is a thank you. The woman nods sharply. “Many thanks, milady. Now, if I could suggest you bring that murder machine you call a husband up to the slaughter docks, he’d have a right fine time killing all the mist beasties there,” she offers you a sailors salute and proceeds to march out the way you came, her companions scrambling in her wake.

“Why does everyone assume we're married?” You say aloud. When you look back at Viego, he's scraping some spectral wolf thing off his blade. Murder machine you can't deny, but husband? You're not even wearing a ring.

“Can we please focus on the task at hand, dearest?” He says. That was probably why. You make a face and march towards the docks.

—

It is a long, long time before the wraiths begin to thin. With them out of the way, Viego corals the worst of the mist away, pushing it back out towards sea with his mouth set in a grim line of concentration.

The citizenry begins to emerge from their hiding holes as he does, and the murmurs echo around you so loudly they become completely indecipherable. Viego sends the rolling wall of mist away, creeping slowly back out over the water, and lets out a harsh breath of exertion.

“Are you okay?” You ask, touching his elbow. There's nothing to rewind, though–whatever effort he's expended isn't the physical kind.

He nods tightly. “It was still hungry. Difficult to control, after we interrupted its meal.”

“Your majesties!” A familiar voice calls. You turn to see your ferryman, no worse for wear save for a gash across his arm. “On behalf of Bilgewater, thank you for your assistance.”

“You know I'm not actually a queen, right?” You point out, reaching out to heal his wound.

“Legal particulars ain't never mattered much to me, my lady,” he says smartly, completely missing or deliberately ignoring your point. “I'd invite you to the post ‘hooray for not dying’ celebrations, but from the look on milords face and the way you're swaying on your feet, I reckon he'll be wanting to take you home shortly.”

“I'm not swaying–” you protest. Viego catches your shoulder to steady you before you overbalance. “Alright, yeah, I spoke too soon,” you relent. He leaves his arm around your shoulders, you notice.

Viego inclines his head at the man. “We will require your services the day after tomorrow, Captain Brigg. I'm sure there are those we could not help, and Iso will want to return them as soon as she is able.”

“The day after?” You ask. “I can–” he casts you a look that brooks no argument, and you resist the urge to pout.

“I'll be seeing you then, milord,” Brigg agrees amicably. “Have a good evening, your majesties.” Viego nods, and as the last fleeting tendril of mist curls around you, you disappear.

He takes you directly to your bedroom, and you really do hate to admit it, but he's right–now that the adrenaline has passed, you can barely stay on your feet. Viego gently lowers you onto your bed, and then kneels to take your boots off.

“You don't have to–” you begin, flustered.

“I know,” he says, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. “But I want to.”

You're too tired to argue. Instead, you sigh and struggle out of your bodice and skirts, until you're just in your chemise. Viego stands as you shuffle under your covers, and on the very brink of unconsciousness, you feel him press a kiss to your hairline. “Rest well, my heart,” he murmurs into your hair. You want to sit up and ask what exactly the fuck this thing between you is, but you can't help but sleep.

—

In your dream, Viego is on his throne. He hasn't seen you yet as you walk around it, but when he does he smiles so warmly it makes your heart jump. You get that insatiable urge to be closer, to touch that perfect porcelain skin, and you can't think of any reason not to. His hands settle on your thighs as you climb into his lap, and he kisses you like it's the most natural thing in the world. He's warm, despite the plumes of mist leaking from his heart, and when you mouth along the column of his neck his skin feels as alive as any others. He gasps, rolling his hips up into you, as you grind down into that delicious friction–

You wake with a start.

“Viego, if I took you to a bar, would you wingman for me?” You ask the ceiling muzzily. Predictably, he is indeed in the room.

“What does that mean?” he asks, puzzled.

You open your mouth to explain, then immediately think better of it. He'd make you look bad by comparison, with a face like his. “Nevermind.”

“Are you well?” He asks, tone considerably more concerned.

“Yeah,” you sit up, rubbing your face. “How long was I out for?”

“All night and most of the day. It is around sunset now, I believe.” Viego says. He sits on the bed next to you and hands you a plate. “Here, eat.”

You stare down at the sandwiches for a moment before taking them from him. You can tell he made them himself–he still sucks at cutting tomatoes. “The ferryman came by,” he explains casually as you eat. “Some of the citizens wanted to send their regards, which apparently in Bilgewater consists of a vast array of gold and alcohol. They're holding a vigil over the bodies, instead of burying them at sea.”

“I suppose you'd better find those souls then,” you muse. “I imagine we'll get some strongly worded letters if we're late.”

“No need,” he says. “They've all found their way to the castle already. I suppose nothing can stop the Bilgewater rumormill, not even death.”

You start to get up, putting the plate on your bedside table. “They're here? I should–”

Viego pushes you back down against the bed with a hand flat against your collarbone, right over where his triangle of mist would be on him. You hit the soft pillows with a faint whuff. “You should rest.”

“Viego–” you begin to argue.

“Iso,” he shoots back in a tone that clearly brooks no arguments. “You only just awoke. I will not have you putting yourself back into a coma. We said we would return them tomorrow, they will wait until tomorrow.”

You stare each other down for a long moment, but Viego holds resolute. You sigh. “Y'know, the last man who pinned me down in bed was a lot more fun.”

A flash of something dark flashes across Viego's face. He leans in, putting one hand on the pillow next to your head to support his weight, while the hand still on your chest comes up to stroke the column of your throat. His gaze, already so piercing in its uncanny glow, bores into yours. “I do not expect you to reciprocate my affections, but that does not permit you to make light of them,” Viego says dangerously. His hand reaches your jaw, his thumb just barely brushing over your parted bottom lip. “I am a greedy man, and one day you will have me wanting more than you are willing to give.” You let out a trembling breath, and he’s so close–

And then he sits back, stands up, and vanishes into mist.

“What the fuck?” You ask the empty room, dumbfounded.

—

It's not so much that you avoid Viego for the rest of the night. You're not sure you could avoid him, if he was particularly set on finding you. It's just that you're so fucking confused you have no desire to do anything but pace around your room.

You'll admit, you've been avoiding so much as considering the idea that Viego has feelings for you. Most likely because it's pretty obvious that you have feelings for Viego, which absolutely was a horrible idea, because Viego's defining character trait was being irrevocably, obsessively, head-over-heels in love with a dead woman.

…Except the Viego you know has done his grieving. The Viego you know came to terms with his wife's death and found other things in his past and future to live for. The Viego you know didn't have his story end in the Hallowed Mist, pinned to the scene of his wife's last true death for all eternity. No, he's changed and grown and remembered who he used to be, before death robbed him of everything but the thing he held most dear. The Viego you know has, now that you think about it, been pretty straightforward about his feelings, and you just deflected every time because you were staunchly refusing to address the possibility out of…what? Fear of rejection? That you were reading him wrong, and he would be disgusted by the thought of anyone who wasn't Isolde, thereby ruining your friendship forever?

Your eyes catch on the music box, still on your dresser. In the drawer in the bottom of that dresser sit the notes you wrote, detailing your every foiled attempt to get home. Somewhere deep inside, you still held out hope that you'd find something, anything that could take you back. If you said yes to him, you'd be saying yes to staying in this world. Forever, probably. Neither of you can die or age. The only thing that could take you from him is if you left of your own will, and the thought of having him and then being forced to choose between him and home petrifies you.

You groan, throwing yourself back onto your bed. God, you just had to uncan these particular worms, didn't you? You couldn't have just…fucking repressed all of your feelings forever. Not that that's fair to Viego. Who you've been flirting with and then immediately brushing off when he reciprocates. No wonder he got fed up with your shit. You're stricken with the urge to rewind yourself back to Ionia and disappear into the woods forever, but then again, he'd probably follow you.

He doesn't show up when you pad down to the kitchen to make dinner. The solitude makes you antsy–it’s the longest you've been truly alone for months now. Viego has practically been your shadow, and having him gone for so long makes you uneasy in a way you didn't expect. You make yourself something quick and easy, and leave a portion out for him in case he decides he wants any, before quickly making your way back to your room. You do not sleep well.

---

The next day, Viego is waiting outside your door. You give him a slightly stilted hello, incredibly aware of yourself in his presence in a way you never had been before, and you walk in awkward silence to the Great Hall where the shades gather. The clamoring of the dead is preferable to whatever the fuck this is, and you're glad for the distraction just as much as you are that you can help. The ferryman even makes the trip up to the castle this time instead of meeting you at the docks, and about an hour later he departs with the grateful newly not-dead of Bilgewater in tow. Leaving you back in the awkward silence hell.

“I apologize,” Viego says before you can figure out what the hell you’re supposed to say to him. You give him a questioning look. “For yesterday. I was agitated and got…carried away.”

You stare at him, even more thrown off than before. “I…” Fuck it. You couldn't avoid it forever, and this is killing you. “Viego, how do you feel about me?”

His brow furrows as if you're asking a very strange question. He hesitates a long moment before answering, searching your face for some indication of what you're actually asking. “I love you,” he finally says. “You saved me from myself, and I hope to one day become a man worthy of your affections.”

That confession, delivered as if he was stating an obvious and self-evident fact of the world, floors you. “But why?” You insist, flabbergasted. “Because I just…happened to be the person who freed you?”

He frowns. “Of course not. You taught me a different way to live, and gave me back parts of myself I did not even know I had lost. You treated me with kindness and honesty, and every day you drive me to be better just by existing.” He looks at you earnestly, as if willing you to believe him.

“I–” your voice trembles. Fuck, are you crying? You are. Viego's entire counternance softens, and he steps up to cup your face.

“Oh, my heart, what troubles you?” He asks softly, wiping your tears away.

“I love you,” you hiccup. His eyes widen in shock. “But if I love you, then I can't–I couldn't bring myself to leave, Viego, I couldn't–”

“Then don't leave,” he says softly, urgently. “Stay with me.”

You shake your head. “You don't understand, I can't…I can't give up on them. What kind of person does that make me, if I give up on them?”

“My heart, my love,” Viego croons. “Moving on is not a betrayal. You taught me that. You have fought so hard and for so long, and now they would want you to rest, to find peace and happiness where you are.”

You dissolve into sobs against his chest. He holds you tight, stroking your hair and whispering soft assurances into your hair, until you're so exhausted from everything that you can't help but sleep.

—

Viego is beside you when you wake up. You know, because he's toying with your hair. You open your eyes to find him laying on his side on top of the covers, head pillowed on his arm.

“How often do you watch me sleep?” You ask. “Be honest.”

He thinks about it for a moment. "Do you remember the first night I brought you back here, and you told me to focus on something in the room?” He asks. You nod. “I chose your breathing. I found it comforting, and I still do.”

“Is that your way of saying ‘a lot' while not technically answering the question?” You ask.

His lips quirk in a smile, and he shrugs noncommittally. You're struck with the urge to kiss him, so you do. It's a simple press of lips, but when you pulls back Viego looks stunned.

And then he's on you, devouring your mouth like it's the first water he's seen in years of drought. He pulls you closer with one hand and cards the other through your hair and tilts your head at an angle just so, and, god, he really was a heartbreaker, wasn't he? He had to be, if he could kiss like this.

“Iso,” he breathes against your lips. “My heart, my beloved.” His lips move along your jaw, down your neck, and you gasp. His mouth latches on your pulse and you have no doubt you'll have a mark there tomorrow.

“Viego–” you gasp, only for your voice to trail off into a needy whine as his teeth scrape along the junction of your neck and shoulder. You grab onto his hair for stability, and he moans when you accidentally tug. The sound goes straight between your legs. “Fuck,” you breathe.

“That can be arranged,” he murmurs, looking up at you from beneath those pretty lashes. You nod frantically, and the grin he gives you is absolutely wolfish. He levers himself up so he can pull the covers off you, and you’ve never been so angry at how many layers women's clothing in this world has. Still, Viego is amazing at multitasking–he nips at your throat as he unlaces your bodice, leaving open mouth kisses down your chest as he pushes your chemise down to free your breasts. You gasp as his mouth closes around a nipple, and he slips an arm under your back as it arches, pulling you ever closer to him. You take the opportunity to wrap your legs around him, and he makes a needy little noise against your skin.

His free hand slides up the outside of your leg, rucking your skirts up, and for one delicious second he rolls his hips into yours and good lord, he was packing. Then he’s between your legs, slithering down the length of your body so quickly you're half certain he becomes mist to do it. You yelp as he snaps off your garters with his teeth, and obligingly raise your hips so he can slide your underwear off. You get the impression he would be remorseless about tearing them off you, and you like this pair–

He laps at your clit and moans like it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted, and thoughts evaporate from your head. You grab his hair again, this time to hold on for dear life, and you swear he whimpers as you fist your hands in it. You'd be worried you were hurting him, if he wasn't still going down on you like his life depended on it. You roll your hips up against his face demandingly, gasping yes right there–

Viego isn't satisfied with making you cum once. He gives you barely enough time to come down before he's easing those long fingers into your drenched pussy. He sucks on your clit and curls his fingers ruthlessly up into you, noting what makes you twitch and cry out with pinpoint accuracy, until he's reduced you to a trembling mess.

“Viego–” you gasp, tugging his hair. He doesn't even seem to register the motion, so you do it again but harder. He comes up, mouth glistening with your juices and eyes glazed, looking somewhere between indulgent and lust-addled and vaguely annoyed you're interrupting him.

“Yes, my love?” He purrs, curling his fingers up in you again. You moan, rolling your hips, and his eyes track your face intently.

“Get up here,” you order as soon as you can form coherent sentences, beckoning him with one finger. He complies immediately, and oh, that's kind of nice, isn't it? You kiss your taste out of his mouth, and he whimpers, rolling his hips against the mattress. “And get this off,” you continue, pulling at his coat. He sits back on his heels to comply, and from this angle you can see his cock pressed painfully up against his pants, neglected save for whatever friction he got against the bed. You sit up and palm him through his pants, feeling him throb, and his hips jump against your hand as he lets out the most desperate noise you've ever heard a man make.

He leans back over you, kissing you desperately as he undoes his belts with one hand. His cock springs free as he shoves his pants halfway down his thighs, and he buries his face in your neck and moans as he drags his length through your folds, once, twice, then finally, he pushes his cock into you. Even with his relentless preparation earlier, the stretch almost burns, and just when you think there can't be more his hips jump and there is. His grip on your hips is almost bruising, and when he finally hilts himself in you, you're both trembling.

Then he begins to move, almost like he can't help himself, dragging his cock out in one slow movement before slamming back in with a moan. You're not sure Viego is even capable of getting tired, because he fucks like he isn't, furiously pistoning his hips like he isn't making an absolute mess out of both of you. He's noisy, too, moans and bitten-off pleas and slurred praises, you're so tight and wet and perfect, my love, my heart, come for me, yes, just like that–

He moans gutterally into your ear as you clench around him, thrusting into you as deeply as he can before he cums. His hips don't still, and with a start you realize he's still hard. “Forgive me, I need m–mhh, more,” he slurs, already starting up another brutal tempo even as his cum leaks out of you. “You–ah, you feel so good, please, let me–” his speech dissolves into needy incoherency. He grips your knees and pulls them up and together, practically folding you in half, and it changes the angle of his thrusts in such a way that has you whimpering. When you cum, it's to a stream of praises and an absolute lack of any noticeable change in his pace.

Perhaps it's to be expected for breaking a century long dry spell, but Viego is insatiable. His thrusts turn sloppy as he chases his own release and he practically sobs as he cums in you again. He sits back, and he's a mess, hair stuck to his face and cock still dripping with your combined fluids. You think he's done, but apparently the sight of your abused hole dripping with his cum does it for him. “One more?” He pleads, and those puppy dog eyes do not belong on a man whose cock is twitching against his stomach.

Ah, fuck it. You roll onto your knees and and give him your best come hither look, aided by the no doubt completely fucked out look you must be sporting. He almost growls, and then he's on you.

—

“I…apologize,” he says sheepishly. “I may have gotten carried away.”

You crack open an eye, and he's looking at the bruises he's left on your hips. “You know I could fix those, right? I'm not doing that because I like them.”

He blinks at you, except his eyes are glazed in such a way that tells you he's thinking of something dirty. “You will be the death of me,” he muses.

You snuggle back against his chest, and he wraps his arms around you. “Been there, done that, dying is overrated. You're stuck with me.”

He kisses the spot underneath your ear, and he sounds utterly sincere when he says, “And how lucky I am.”

[ketchup112]

It's happening again. The hamster in my head is telling me to do something random with an AU and two games that I like... So, League of legends or other and Rainworld. What to do with this AU and I decided to do something unique but with the cities or country. The game's not our latest those little robot guys that you see in the game and tell you lore and no pearls. In the where they live is name of the purpose of what this city country means.

As the hero of the story, you go into a area. Called Progress. Progress is a giant capital city where everything looks beautiful. Go to the bottom all the way to the top where all the animals. Look interesting. They all work in unison like cogs in a in a cuckoo clock. It looks beautiful and great but. Can you see the dark side of this place? You need to escape immediately.

Piltover and Zaun- These two twin modulators live in the top of the city. Once you see them, they look destroyed. They attacked each other to take control of the city. Someone long ago stopped them but couldn't a pair them. They cannot since each other. They cannot see each other but leave pearls to one another. And each Pearl has code of venom. Threatening to destroy each other if they ever see each other. One is blind, the other cannot speak. The other shows the work, the other shows the beauty. But both have toxic personalities. That makes it all rotten. Think about Arcane and how the structure of and toxic both of the city is. After all, it was an illness and also. Years of mistreatment. So, they're just acting out. Endless everyone misses the original 1-Zeun. The True city and moderator of Progress.

1-Zeun Mom- The true moderator of Progress she is cursed with curiosity and understanding and learning. Even though her progress is just trying to find the answer to something that she doesn't know. Or want to know? Like there's a mental block in her head telling her that what's the point of falling these delusions? Just one day that she just did her normal thing and leave the room and explore everything to see After that, she figured out how to crake, make and help. To understand the true meaning of creation and progress. It's like everything positives about the show Arcane about the Twin Cities. Everything that she did is from her own desires and wishes to help. She felt so attached to the people who live there. She felt so attached to the people who live there. Until. The people who made her thinks of her as a failure. And the scattered her. And then she'd been replaced by two twins. But she is alive somewhere waiting to the day that she will come back and take over her job but right now I think where she's at is what she needs the most or please someone go save this chick before she rushed to death.

[la0hu]

skz ate first impressions

Mountains

something extremely 2015 about this beat… something very NEFFEX/imagine dragons adjacent… i think it’s objectively maybe terrible but i also actually have two entire spotify playlists dedicated to this genre of music bc i love it. league of legends AMV music. 6/10

Chk Chk Boom

dude these tones are so different from what they normally do??? changbin, jeongin, seungmin, chan? all in a row?

wait hold on this bumps... actually. guys i think it bumps?

not the la vida loca lmao

the best parts are the verses but they’re excellent. chorus is okay; i’m guessing the choreo will make up for it. i hate how short the song is though. 7.5/10 (btw SO much better than lalalala)

JJAM

oh fuck yeah. this is what i signed up for. same table as ITEM and DOMINO just from the opening beat. prechorus is boring though.

GOTdamn! lol the chorus is so silly i love it… all the food references are reminding me of Cheese

my synesthesia is really confused right now. i worry this song isn’t super cohesive and it’ll be forgotten in the archives (e.g. get lit, top line). or maybe it’s gonna be a certified hit. it’s walking that line… i like the half-assed EDM breakdown in the bridge! 9/10*

I Like it

snoreeeeee. this song sucks lol. 2/10*

(it reminds me too much of Charlie Puth or contemporary Jungkook. i hate the pop elements. they should’ve leaned into the drill more, or done Hanpop, or whatever they did with Ex or Chill or Mixtape: OH or literally any other type of pop. i thought it was super fun and sexy they wrote a song about flings but they fumbled the production here)

Runners

i am getting the cyberpunk vibes chan was talking about, it’s nice i guess. wait no the chorus is bad. they should’ve made it actually edgy, not this inspirational major key schlock.

rare case of me disliking felix’s verse

it’s giving Blind Spot, which i didn’t like for similar reasons. the song isn’t done yet but i’m already sure it’s a 4/10

twilight

it’s alright i guess? never been a ballad girl. i think i liked Cover Me more. 4/10

Stray Kids

it’s my kryptonite… drum and bass with felix’s higher register… beautiful angel

to be completely honest i cannot rate this song objectively. despite all the cynicism and harsh reviews i give them, i’m still a stay and i feel so sentimental at the chorus i can’t think past that lol. maybe the beat is boring but does it matter? it’s a tribute song. they say “hellevator” and i’m already sold. 8/10

Chk Chk Boom festival ver.

STOP IT! YOU ARE NOT LE SSERAFIM!!!!! NOR NEWJEANS!!

wait hold on. i didn’t hear this choral instrumental. actually this is good lol you could totally play this at a festival! i thought it was just a sped-up version but now i’ve completely changed my mind; this is extremely valid. still don’t love the sped-up verses but i love DJ VXNILLX. 7/10

some final notes: i was trapped on the I-90 after work today and blasted the album the entire time, and upon further reflection, JJAM is cohesive and is thus a certified hit, and although i still think I Like It is still kind of bad, i also think it's catchy and i like the despicability of the lyrics.

unfortunately i do think this album is just another variation on a theme that was established with Rock-star, where it's a mini album with one title track, one JJAM/ITEM/COMFLEX, one I Like It / Blind Spot / Leave, one ballad, one Megaverse/Mountains to start off the tracklist (they're literally the same song actually), and a couple semi sentimental tracks to close out the album (compare Runners to Social Path to Stray Kids the song). it's a formula and it's not completely divorced from what they did with Maxident for example, but their sound isn't really changing much since 5-star dropped. i miss the whiplash i got when they went from Oddinary to Maxident. and as much as i do actually like Chk Chk Boom, it feels like they're definitely trying to make something to market, and the sub-three minute duration makes the song suffer for it

[atelierpenny]

what types of video games do you think you're the best and worst at playing?

I think I am not particularly outstanding at any genre of video games but I suppose there's a few. In middle and early high school I was an Okay smash player but I stopped playing that game cuz of all the stuff surrounding the scene making me feel unsafe. I would probably get smoked by today's kids although I hear my characters are annoying top tiers in ult

Real answer is probably card games? I was a very consistent hearthstone arena player from like launch until 2017-2018 or so, to the point where I'd boost my friends accounts regularly to get everyone packs in arena (or get them to legend if I was really bored) when the f2p progression in that game was really shit. I don't really have a card game I'm passionate about anymore (until my wife inevitably gets me into MTG again) so that skill has been more used in like, the deckbuilding-y strategy games of late. I beat spire and a few other popular deckbuilders on my first run ever and I have pre patch Completionist+ in balatro

Worst genre is probably modern first person shooters I spose. I play splat3 a decent bit (mostly backlines although I don't play pencil). I was diamond in overwatch circa like, 2016-2018 tho I suppose that doesn't mean too much. Modern shooters are something I'm just ass at positioning/movement in outside of splats, and a lot of the more simulation shooters don't agree w me bc I am epileptic and I cannot play games where the muzzleflash is too large and bright. I am also in a strange spot w most mobas where I've been told by my brothers who each have thousands of hours in league that I was a natural at it but I was so fuckin bored by the match length of mobas that I would probably be the worst at those just by that alone. Comparitively I also blow ass at mahjong but it's really fun to play like a donkey in that game so I play it a good amount anyway

[medea10]

Medea Plays Pokemon Scarlet & Violet: Part IV

Get ready for some of the most shocking things you’ll ever see in a Pokemon game.

Huh?! Wait, what?! Haunter...evo, evolved in an in game trade. It wasn’t a sick joke this time. This sweet lady, didn’t give her pokemon an Everstone.

Thank you.

Okay. I last left off at the end of all three routes. Well, near the end. It’s not over until you face several people in battle.

Clavell admits he was Clive the whole time. Even though, you can totally tell it was him all along and his disguise is on par with season 13 Team Rocket.

Clavell says he’s the real hacker and head of Team Star. You must now face him in battle. After the battle, he says he’s not really the head. And then gets in mucho trouble for battling in front of the school. Miss Tyme don’t play that. The real head of Team Star is really...

Oh hell no. Penny, you are not going all Slim Shady on me here.

What in the...whoa now! Penny, you’re a smart girl. You mean to tell me she doesn’t see Director Clavell standing right there in that bullshit pompadour.

After battling Penny and her all Eevee-lution team, she gets almost teary-eyed when disbanding Team Star and abandoning her friends.

But, they’re loyal to Penny. So they’re going to return to school. The school won’t expel the rebellious five. Penny might face some harsher consequences because...

Well...that happened. But thankfully, she wasn’t expelled and Geeta is going to use her skill for the benefit of the league. Now for the end of Victory Road.

Just face her in battle (again). And same for the end of the Titan storyline. Face Arven in battle. After you do all of that, time to finally visit the hellhole of Paldea.

For this mission, you will need Arven, Penny, and Nemona.

And they all get along like what you would expect. A geeky introvert, a battling nutjob, and Mommy issues put together in one room.

Bruh, you are not helping. Cyllene in Legends Arceus is sounding more positive than you right now.

OH HELL NO! THIS AIN’T HAPPENING!

BELIEVE IT OR NOT, I’M WALKING ON AIR

I NEVER THOUGHT I’D FLY THROUGH THE SKY

FLYING AWAY ON A KORAIDON AND A PRAYER

WHERE COULD I BE?

BELIEVE IT OR NOT, I MIGHT DIE!

I hope you enjoyed that musical interlude. I was really worried I had to use the controls on my console to get them down the crater.

We land and the professor identifies us in her...usual manner. Hey, she first identifies you in the game by saying your school ID number. You would think that was her quirkiness. But as you progress...it isn’t.

Koraidon refuses to leave his pokeball, so you have to go on foot. First, you have to go to all of these stations and press buttons to unlock the professor’s ultra-secret lab.

On the way to these stations, you run across these primal pokemon (or in Violet, futuristic).

Whoa, that ain’t no cute Jigglypuff. Yeah, these pokemon do attack. The ones that do attack you, you cannot catch. You’ll get your chance when you go down further.

In each station, you learn a little more involving the professor. Including that she has a time machine and that Koraidon is really a prehistoric form of Cyclizar. I guess that means Miraidon is the futuristic version.

And like in the Pokemon Mansion on Cinnabar Island, there are journals scattered about in each station. Geez Professor Crazy Bitch, that boy has a name. Once you get to the 4th station, things get crazier.

Yeah, there’s your biggest clue about Professor Crazy Bitch.

Oh come on, if you haven’t figured it out.

She’s a fucking robot.

We finally make it to her secret lab. But then, a stronger Koraidon intimidates your Koraidon. And now, a bunch of paradox pokemon have come out of the lab to fight you.

Thanks again, Professors Big N***a and Crazy Bitch.

Yes, that’s what I call the two professors. I stand by it. Now, you can finally meet the professor...sort of.

Yes, she’s a robot (or A.I.). The real Professor Crazy Bitch died while protecting Koraidon. Which is why the 4th station was a real shithole. She asks you for your assistance with stopping the time machine. She does warn you that she might go berserk and fight against you.

She wasn’t lying. Her whole team consists of powerful paradox pokemon.

Including Pokemon’s second attempt at giving us a member of KISS in pokemon form. You defeat Professor Crazy Bitch and then...

Don’t worry, it’s only going to continue to hurt.

And now you must fight against more-powerful Koraidon. None of your pokeballs will work. The professor is glitching. And the only option left is to let your Koraidon fight against this overgrown, mutant bicycle. After all of that, it’s time for the professor to sacrifice herself to the time machine.

And she’s gone. Arven has a whole lot to process with everything that has happened. We all do.

Stop!

Just stop. Nemona, read the fucking room. Arven’s parent is dead. We all watched this woman glitch out and disappear before our eyes. Calm your tits and shut up for a minute or two.

Now is when you get to the ending credits. And yes, they play the entire Ed Sheeran song, Celestial. So it wasn’t just a promo song for the advertisements, it got into the actual game. Good on you. After this part of the game, you finally obtain a Master Ball from Clavell. There are other uses for that ball later in this game. I’ll probably mess with that later, for now...

Thus, the Academy Ace Tournament was born.

Okay, Penny is officially my spirit animal.

Before the tournament can start, you have to help Geeta with gym inspections. And that means fighting all 8 gym leaders in a rematch.

Okay, now you can compete. After this first tournament, the setup will be random with who you will face. This time, you are set to face off against Geeta, Miss Dendra, Arven, and Mr. Jacq-strap.

This dude is always getting in trouble.

After all of that, you can do these post stories with the teachers and your friends.

Nurse Miriam is going to be a teacher next year.

Arven is going to be a cook.

Nemona is going to get horny off battling.

Larry is still Larry.

THEY’RE THE SAME PERSON!

Penny, watches and encourages her Team Star buddies as they reemerge back onto school grounds. And once you get closer to your friends, they invite you back to their dorm room.

I know many people would live like this.

I think this is my last post for a while or if and when they decide to drop a DLC for this game. This game has been fun. Once you get past the glitches.

The many, many, many, many glitches. I’m not going to complain. As long as the game doesn’t crash or gets corrupted, I’m fine. I know that the glitches and bugs were a big drawback for many. I mean, if we’re paying $60 per game, you expect quality work. But Game Freak has been on strict time-crunches with the past several games and it shows. That’s why I’m usually lenient when it comes to this subject.

I’m enjoying the open world feature and I do love the stories that came out for this. I promise you that these games aren’t as intense as Legends Arceus when it comes to the pokemon themselves. That just means the pokemon don’t attack you physically. That’s never going to leave us now. Honestly, if you’re able to overlook the glitches, you’re going to have a fun time.

Time for a sandwich break.

[themattress]

Why "Team Rocket VS. Team Plasma!" was permanently shelved, summed up in 15 seconds.

As we reach the end of the month that started with the scripts' release, I continue to think about how...cosmically absurd, borderline hilarious in a morbid way the whole situation is. Reading the script for Part 2 and seeing how Team Plasma was utilized, it really cannot be overemphasized just how badly Tomioka and the writers on Best Wishes bet the farm on Team Plasma circa Pokémon Black/White. The Myth Arc of the show was to center around the dual Heroes legend with Zekrom and Reshiram and how Team Plasma uses the legend for their "Pokémon liberation" operation. Ash reaching the Unova League and all the Gym Leaders he meets along the way there, Iris' heritage from the Village of Dragons and her empathetic bond with Dragon-types, Cilan's position as a Pokémon Connoisseur, Team Rocket's campaign to conquer Unova...all of those were supposed to link into this Myth Arc. In the earliest episodes of the series, you can even clearly see evidence of that. Just look:

But then a double whammy of Kafka-esque proportions occurred virtually back-to-back: the 3/11 disaster and Game Freak going with sequels, Black 2/White 2, rather than an updated special edition of Black/White. All that set-up above was rendered for naught, and the originally planned Myth Arc had to be abandoned in favor of a new one reflecting Black 2/White 2. And this is why even though "Team Rocket VS. Team Plasma!" is technically still a story in the Japanese version of the show, the episodes themselves couldn't be shown, because otherwise, well, the reaction in the video would transpire among viewers. Instead, Japanese viewers have access to the bare minimum of knowledge that Team Rocket and Team Plasma came to blows over the Meteonite until Pikachu destroyed it, after which Team Plasma retreated back into the shadows and Team Rocket was left to start over from scratch. Without the episodes to contradict anything, you can still imagine Team Plasma still being their B2/W2 selves in this brief conflict, with Ash and friends learning nothing about them.

After this, the only real holdover from the original Myth Arc is BW066, where an obviously intended return appearance from B/W style Team Plasma was cut and the Golden Dark Stone needed to summon Zekrom goes unused after being obtained; the only reason the episode was still permitted to exist is that the Heroes legend itself and Cedric Juniper's involvement in researching it ended up being a part of the new Myth Arc too, which also mixes Reshiram, Dragonspiral Tower and N's character development from B/W in with a story based on B2/W2 (The evil Team Plasma, led by Dr. Colress at Ghetsis' behest, kidnaps and experiments on Pokémon as part of a grand scheme to control a legendary Dragon-type so they can conquer Unova by force, with N having left them and now being out to stop them, which ultimately results in a climax at an out-of-the-way location connected to said legendary Dragon-type that Ghetsis wants under his control and at its maximum power). As Myth Arcs go it's a good one, harmed mainly by being needlessly truncated and not provided the ending it deserved, but it's also clearly not how Best Wishes was supposed to go when it began production. @ultraericthered put it best: "what was meant to be experimental, groundbreaking and truly epic in a way unseen in the anime up to that point ultimately became just another Atsuhiro Tomioka series." It's still my favorite of the Tomioka Pokeani series, but when the competition is the pandering cowardice of XY and the....everything of Diamond & Pearl, that's not saying too much. However, it certainly does make it objectively the most interesting series to look back at and analyze, not to mention elements from "Team Rocket VS. Team Plasma!" were salvaged and Team Rocket's villainous story arc was not severely impacted by the whole kerfuffle, so did things really turn out so bad?...Yes, no, and halfway between, tbh.

[antihibikase2]

The castle was clear, all of its remaining grunts captured and arrested.

All the sages and Team Plasma's king had fled, but his sisters- goddesses, they were called, willingly turned themselves in without so much as a fight.

They supposed that was preferable to the members who insisted they've done nothing wrong.

In a way, they were right- they only believed in the words of their king, for a future that liberated Pokemon.

But Grimsley could not forgive the members of The Order of The Heart, no matter how earnest or naïve they were.

Regardless of intentions, how could anyone justify the sacrifice of a child for a dragon?

For a recreation of a tale none of them were sure existed?

How could Grimsley allow them to feel anything but shame for what they've done?

He wouldn't. And he knows the league wouldn't either.

Even if, deep down, they all knew that the fault was within themselves for not doing anything sooner.

As soon as Alder allowed it, Grimsley ran back to the spare room they were using as a medical bay, finding Audrea outside with three children; two of which were his previous challengers, and one he had never seen before.

A group of three.

A hero, a warrior, and a scholar.

And a heart. The same heart in the infirmary right now. The same heart that was dying.

"Grims," Audrea addressed him, still maintaining that calm exterior. One of her hands brushes through the hair of the smaller girl, in an attempt to soothe her nerves. "Dr. Colress is inside. You should go in too."

"And you?"

She looks down at the children by her side; the blonde one was hugging her waist and sobbing into her coat, leaning against the warmth of her hand. Hilda was trying to keep herself together, hugging her bag close to her chest and leaned back against the wall.

Hilbert looked off into the distance, tears streaming down his face, nails digging into his palms.

The fact that the league allowed this to happen by not dealing with Team Plasma sooner..

"Got my hands full," She said, cutting off his train of thought. "You go. Check up on your brother."

Brother. Right.

"I'll leave you to it then,"

He enters the bedroom, unprepared for what he was about to witness.

He hears screeching.

"Keep the patient down!"

He stops in his tracks.

He could only imagine what was happening behind the curtains, as Dr. Colress barked orders at the nurses to fetch for a syringe.

The patient was conscious.

Alive.

No longer dead in the arms of his best friend.

But he was erratic.

Screaming.

Seeing things that he wasn't supposed to.

Grimsley couldn't process what he was yelling; something about a hero, a prince, begging for them to cease their fighting, pleading to be saved-

Then silence.

"Dr. Colress," he hears one of the nurses speak. "The patient's heartbeat. It's-"

"Strange, but he'll live." Dr. Colress assured. "This seems to be a result of the poison. I'll look into it further. For now, you two should assist everyone else. This is all you can do for now. I'll call you if I need any more assistance."

The nurses scurry out from behind the curtains, hurriedly greeting Grimsley as they passed by.

"Mr. Slater," Dr. Colress calls. "So you're here. Please, come inside."

Grimsley finds himself moving again.

When he sees the state of his brother, he can't do anything but stand uselessly.

For all his yelling earlier, Dr. Colress is back to a state of calm, as if nothing had happened.

Cheren still looked dead, even if Colress insisted he wasn't.

He wasn't breathing.

"You might want to sit down for this. It may be hard to believe. I personally cannot believe it myself, but if what Team Plasma says is true.."

"Team Plasma," He says, trying to conceal his rage. "Why are we taking their word for anything?"

"Because, Mr. Slater, they were recreating the legend."

He didn't think Dr. Colress would be one for legends.

"And if they succeeded, then that would mean your brother has lost half of his heart."

He doesn't buy it.

Not for a second.

Until Dr. Colress continues talking, pacing around the room as he does so.

"It's unscientific. It's madness. But what you've witnessed tonight here at the league is also the same, isn't it? And if what those lot were saying had a modicum of truth in them," The word "truth" is said with a scoff. "Then it means he was used to awaken Reshiram. And it worked."

"It didn't. The dragon woke up when it wanted to, that's the case with that N guy, isn't it?"

"Zekrom wasn't awakened,"

"Wh-? Yes, it was. Didn't you see the big black dragon on the news?"

"Just because it's moving doesn't mean it's awake. Come now, Mr. Slater,"

Dr. Colress adjusts his glasses as his Magnezone hovers near him, bringing him a tray of medicine.

For a moment, Grimsley felt the room get colder.

"That dragon- compared to the Reshiram under Mr. Blackburn's care, is akin to a wild Pokemon. Though it may have listened to N, it was not completely conscious nor was it tamed."

His Beheyeem flies into the room without a noise, using its psychic abilities to fix Cheren's position on the bed; it lightly surrounds him with an aura of pink and fluffs up his pillows, before leaving again.

"Yes, he gave it commands in battle, but let's ask ourselves the question; was Zekrom listening to his ideals, or was it merely a beast with no direction, only following its sight on what to attack next?"

Grimsley finds himself unable to reply.

Dr. Colress stares at him intently with an unreadable gaze, before he sighs.

For a moment, he seemed like a completely different person.

Not like Dr. Colress, the league's reliable if not overworked medic.

But someone none of them knew of.

But then again, Grimsley didn't really know anyone that well, didn't he?

He glances at his sleeping brother on the bed, wondering how he's going to explain everything to their parents- there was no way Audrea would let him brush this off easy, and even then, was Grimsley willing to leave his side? When he was like this?

"I'll give you a moment," Dr. Colress says, beckoning for Magnezone to follow him. "I'll talk to Audrea and the children outside. If they've calmed down considerably, I'll permit them to enter."

When he leaves Grimsley, alone with his thoughts and with a near corpse, he wonders if Cheren- little Cheri, would have went on this dangerous journey just to see him, if Grimsley had just been home a little more.

Grimsley buries his face in his hands, dreading for the answers and the what-ifs.

When Cheren starts stirring in his sleep, calling out for help that may not arrive, Grimsley could do nothing but mourn.

[tree-dragon]

Fiddlestick Analysis

Disclaimer: I know like nothing about league of legends. My friend sent me Fiddlestick’s song and I listened to it almost exclusively for weeks and couldn’t help analyzing it based on the very very little I know.

Atmosphere

     The entirety of the music from the background to the foreground is meant to instill a certain fear into you.

     Right from the beginning the song is introduced with a vibrating violin, which typically signifies some hair-raising anxiety. Throughout the song it remains in the background, ebbing and flowing to create an atmosphere as if to say there is something out there. You may not know what it is or have some definitive reasoning on why you think there is something, but it is there. That something is, of course, Fiddlesticks.

     To continue with the atmosphere, the notes themselves are off beat. Not in that they are on the 1 and 3 count of a 4 count beat, but as in they are either on the forefront or backfoot of the beat we are typically used to. Still technically hitting the timing, but dragging or pushing the time to give a sense of urgency and dread. The only time the foreground music does not give this sense is when the kid is singing since they have yet to take this fear to heart. 

     At the turning point of the song, all music stops for a beat. Almost every horror movie holds a suddenly silent moment in anticipation of what is to come. The song plays right into this gives an abrupt stop after building anticipation and tension with the lyrics. But even the silence only lasts for a moment. Ever so faintly there are descending screeching high notes like something is stepping ever so closer to you until it leaps in a crash of music.

     After the turning point is when Fiddlesticks is actually present. I am unsure of the instrument but there is the growling of Fiddlesticks directly in your ear as they hunt and trap you in its fear. 

Lyrics

     This entire song is a Mother trying to teach her child about the danger of Fiddlesticks, maybe from a past experience or some other person’s encounter. She begins telling her child the warning signs, trying to prompt them to repeat back what she has told them many times in the past, and in fact, they do join her as she drops off to prompt the child into continuing on their own. She begins the first lines in the differing sections (after a repeated set of words) and eventually the child joins in. The repeat differs. The first one the child sings the last line by themselves as if the mother wants them to know the signs by heart, making sure they know it without her continuing. The second repeat the mother continues by herself. She is begging her child to hide. The crows of Fiddlestick are already in the sky and it is too dangerous for anyone to be out, so the best bet is to hide. She even pauses after “Hide” as if bracing herself to continue and gives a gasping “now” to finish.

     Breaking up the verses, the mother and child to a humming back and forth. The mother is literally showing the child one way to stay calm, to calm their fears so the literal fear demon couldn’t feed off of them. 

     Eventually the child gets the lyrics in the second verse. This is probably after numerous repeats from the mother. The mother even reaffirms the child’s “Stay down” on the repeat with a minor lilt in her voice with unusual pausing suggesting she knows she cannot do anything else to save her child except for this warning. 

     The child continues with minimal input from the mother, who even when also singing, is the harmony and is fainter than in previous points suggesting the child is only remembering her voice. This is supported by how the child continues to hum along with the increase in chilling music following them. They are walking along alone, trying to keep the fear at bay with the little hum their mother taught them as Fiddlesticks stalks them.

The Tornado

     The song describes a tornado dead on except for the crows (which, sidenote, are incredible mimics. Like dead on mimics hence why Fiddlestick is an incredibly good mimic).

     “When fields lie calm and wind stands still” - tornado sign: a complete stillness before or after a thunderstorm.

     “As crows make night of the fading sun” - tornados happen typically during some storm. Good luck seeing the sun then, biotch.

     “When the trees do bow, as if they weep” - Tornado winds go woosh real hard. Trees are resilient mofos. Ever see one in a tornado or hurricane? They be parellel to the ground and survive just fine.

     “Through its light beacons forth” - tornado sign is the sky changing color.

     “A melody calls out” - Not really a melody but a dang freight train sound is typical with a tornado.

[cator99]

My coworker asked me what I'm doing for Christmas and I said SAVING MY MONEY and she laughed and said Yeah Same and then recanted her statement and admitted that her saving wasn't going very well because she had just spent 700 DOLLARS on a fucking gaming chair for her lard-ass boyfriend but it didn't stop there because when I said WOW she said No it was a League of Legends chair actually. When I gave her a Blank Stare she said you know what that is and I said well not really kind of it's a game right. I didn't know what to say well no I knew exactly what I wanted to say I am going to break a molar with how much I clench my jaw at work holding back from saying anything honest to these people about how insane I think they all are. 700 dollars. For a... gaming chair....... That is more than I pay for rent I don't even own any chairs I sit on the floor who what kind of luxury ass I have pillows I can put a pillow under my ass I would prefer that in fact use a pillow keep my $700 oh my God I could travel to America rent an Airbnb and spend you don't like a month maybe not a month but a significant amount of time just hanging out lounging like a king for $700 and all of that is going towards a chair he's going to just sit around and eat doritos and jerk off in. And she followed this up by saying well at least I know he'll be happy finally what ok if he isn't happy and the one thing preventing this man from experiencing happiness is a $700 fucking League of Legends gaming chair I think that money would be a better spent on therapy or something of the sort that cannot really the extent of his woes I seriously doubt it why is it her responsibility to make him happy anyways you know doesn't this woman have her own issues her own happiness to consider I have spent one shift with this woman and i can confidently say yes she should probably focus on her own happiness and tell that baby ass man to go sit in a stroller

[talesofmetalandmagic]

BadThingsHappenBingo – Episode II (part 1)

@badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: League of Legends (Shurima)

Characters: Emperor Omah Azir, Xerath (+ extras)

Prompt: Forced to beg

Synopsis: Azir is an emperor, and as such, even a prisoner, he thinks himself ready to face anything. But Xerath has one advantage over him, his seemingly endless historical knowledge of him, and he's ready to use it. When the memory of an ancient, lethal ordeal springs back into Azir's mind, whatever remains of his imperial pride melts away in three dreaded words: "I beg you".

This one will be a three-parter because I let myself go and it’s too long for Tumblr posts

They go down the stairs to the edge of the quarry, to the bottom. The sand is different, under the spurs: it has a clayey, ductile consistency, and the humidity remains on the cartilage with each step. A river, or its vestiges: where once some stream must have flowed, all that remains is a ravine with wavy edges, like the trail of an immense snake, which disappears on the horizon in the ocher mist of sunset. They lead him along the bank, holding him by the elbows of his handcuffed wrists, Xerath floating behind his head with that unbearable creaking. Perhaps they expect me to pan for gold, or gather clay for some garnish that pleases Xerath, but that would be far too light a punishment for the insubordinate madman. An image of Xerath flashes through his head trying to drown him in the river only to find him aground, and a half-smile creeps across his sore beak. Another pull of the wrists and they're around the corner. There is a platform of sun-grayed wood, a couple of much newer barrels – and a little further on, in the battered and worm-eaten remains of a landing stage, two perfectly identical wooden boats wait aground in the sand. Azir no longer smiles.

The condemned are placed in two identical boats, called twins, and they are sealed one over the other so that he cannot in any way free himself. Azir kicks the air with his claws, pecks at the void, throws his arms around as if to dislocate his shoulders. After that, they are served plenty of food and drink. If they refuse to eat, may their eyes be pricked and forcibly swallowed. The rune torc weighs on his chest like a hundred medallions, suffocating him. He grips their arms with feathered fingers as they roll him onto his back, when he slams into the wood he lets out a wounded pigeon screech. They hold a limb each, his arms and legs, pressing them against the grooves of the boats until his bones crackle. After each meal, his face and exposed limbs will be washed with a sweet mixture of milk and honey, so that even flies and other insects do not go hungry. It is Xerath himself who sets the hull above on him. He locks into the one he lies on with a heavy snap, and his tormentor's electric snares close the pulsing metal seals that anchor them to each other. Someone behind him places a sack full to the brim behind his head, a parody of a pillow. Azir opens his beak to breathe. It is as if the hull were placed directly on his chest and crushed his lungs and trachea; he struggles he twists his face and eyebrows, to square Xerath with all the hate inside him. -Are you comfortable, my dear?- the Magus asks. -No, and you know it. Get me out, it's not funny.- It's absurd, not being able to move. From that position Azir sees the tips of his arms, his fingers digging into the sand for anything to hold on to, and feels the wind resisting against his kicking legs. Yet he doesn't feel them as he does: they are inert tools, without blood and without flesh, more part of the boats that lock him up than of his now useless body. But that's not the cruel part. Scaphism, they call it; yet the hulls are ornamental. The true monster is underneath, and around, and behind the chains of Xerath. -Did you hear me, Xerath? Get me out of here. You can't do this for real.- -Indeed I can. Only you can stop me: have you thought about it, Azir?- -Yes, and I won't. An emperor does not beg.- Xerath sits on the hulls, crossing his legs, and slaps Azir's cheek gently. -You are no longer an emperor, and may you never forget that. It will be easier for you if you accept that you have fallen and start begging.- -Just try to bend me, scoundrel. I will never be less than I am.- -That is, nothing. But good for you: I will never cease to be surprised by your stupidity. Maybe a honey bath will be good for your brain. Azir gasps, lungs on fire under the hull. He's starting. -Don't you dare!-

Part 2

Part 3