#I know it won't now that I'm thinking about it rationally once I got the poetic fury out in words

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

You know what I think would be poetic justice?

Now, bear in mind that this is purely emotional and irony-seeking thought spaghetti'ing against the walls of my blog here. I'm not going to cite the text or media this was successfully done in.

But I would LOVE to see Harrowhark usurp John.

This is why I love that idea.

First of all, he's not fit to be a God. He plays his part well, but also he's just PLAYING at it.

I am currently royally incensed at what he did to Gideon.

So, enter Harrowhark. Devout to a fault. Heretical, but still loved him, at first. Until she didn't anymore. Disillusioned now, and already canonically seeking the "discrepancies". She will find out what he did to Gideon eventually.

John was gifted his necromancy.

But Harrowhark had it thrust upon her as a burden.

John is only one man with one soul.

Harrowhark has 200 "stamped" on hers.

And John's actions, from what I understand, led to necromancy being more widespread, more practiced, more studied, more powerful.

He hid the Lyctoral processes, but no less than three Lyctoral pairs have been made outside of his original blueprint.

He is immensely powerful, enough to be disintegrated and resurrect himself from dust, but Harrowhark was already a powerhouse before she was a Lyctor.

I would LOVE to see him overthrown by the very force that he put into motion. I would DELIGHT in seeing that done by Harrowhark, the product of a generation of children being wiped out all to uphold their precious necromantic line. I would absolutely be overcome with euphoria at the delicious, satisfying irony of God falling at the hands of his own creation.

I can't say I know, or even have reason to believe, that's the way Alecto the Ninth will end.

But watching Harrowhark overthrow God would satisfy me in ways no carnal pleasure ever will.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

I am not the asshole, and I think this whole thing is stupid, but I was promised that if I sent my side of things to this blog I could pick the hotel for our honeymoon, and I am marrying a man who once tried to take me BACKPACKING of all things, so this ask has become a necessity. In light of that:

AITA (I'm NOT) for planning the seating for our wedding in a logical way?

I got engaged in June, apparently in part because of my partner writing in to this blog (I don't know how to find or link to his posts, but I'm the man who got the cat to bite him, if that rings any bells?). At any rate, for the past ten weeks, I've been in the beginning stages of planning our wedding with my fiance, whom I have been secretly attempting to remove from the planning process as much as possible. I have ALREADY been given a list of his must-haves, and I AM incorporating as many of them as our budget allows. This has NOTHING to do with the emotional side of the event, and EVERYTHING to do with the fact that this is an idiot with no real planning experience or taste who thinks he knows more than me.

For the most part, this has worked very well. I'm the one who's been collating all the contact information for things, so I just replaced all the emails for the tacky companies with false addresses, responded to his inquiries as the companies to say the date was already booked or the price was outside our budget, and let him filter his way to the ones I DO like on his own. I also made a fuss about being "willing to compromise" on the few things he's picked I'm completely fine with in the hopes I can use it to make him compromise later, and have been humming portions of the songs I want on the playlist in the hopes he'll think he came up with the idea to include them himself.

None of this is the real problem. The PROBLEM is that he is deliberately ruining my seating chart, by moving our horrible friend's seat when I'm not looking.

The man in question dated both of us at one point in our VERY early 20s (both ended BADLY), is generally the messiest person we know, and will almost certainly get sloppy drunk and try to make a speech IF he does make an appearance. I'm banking on the fact that he won't, because he's also ridiculously wealthy, and will almost certainly send us some very lavish gift in lieu of coming.

He is SUPPOSED to be sitting beside my fiances aunt, at the same table as his grandmother, his work friend, and her girlfriend, because all four of these women are stone cold terrors who I believe are more than capable of keeping him in line on the slim chance he does come. My fiance INSISTS they won't be able to have any fun if they're running interference all night, and keeps moving him to sit at the head table instead. You know, where WE are. I finally caught him switching the label magnets on my planning board last night, and confronted him.

I tried leveraging how much I've been compromising already, that he's almost certainly going to RSVP no, and that I shouldn't have to deal with him on our big night. My fiance said he knew about all the fake emailing and such, and told me, and I QUOTE: "Look, the mind game shit was hot when it was just about the colour scheme or whatever, but I actually care about this. So you can suffer with everybody else, or you can do the normal thing and not invite a guy you hate to our wedding, you weirdo."

I said that if I did that, it would take out half his groomsmen, he called me an asshole and said I should go explain this to "literally any rational adult" so they could tell me I was in the wrong, and now here we are.

Would you recommend calling my fiance's bluff, since he doesn't want the man sitting near us either? Or should I focus on ensuring he'll turn down the invitation no matter what, so the matter of where he WON'T be sitting can be a moot point?

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[fleurvi]

Sick!S/O | Arcane Women

request for arcane women with a sick gf

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characters: ambessa, caitlyn, grayson, mel, sevika, vi

cw: fem!reader

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Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa doesn't really take care of you when you're sick. She's a warrior, not a doctor. But we're delusional here, so I'll go with it.

You are not allowed to lift a finger. You need to recover properly so she'll have guards around you at all times so you can order them to get things for you. She visits you regularly to check up on your health and make sure you're being doted on. In a rare occurrence, she offers you a massage to relax you.

“How are you feeling?” Ambessa asks, heavy hands working against your shoulders and neck. You nod, thanking her for her service. “Maybe a bath would do you good.”

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Caitlyn Kiramman

Cait panics. She can't think rationally at all. You cough once, and she's writing a eulogy. When she's sure it's not super serious, she's diligent in her care. She makes sure you stay hydrated and get plenty of rest.

“What are you doing? You should be resting,” says Cait as she notices you getting out of bed.

“Babe, c'mon”

“No. Don't you ‘babe’ me. You should be taking care of yourself,” She fusses, ushering you back to your bed.

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Grayson

Grayson believes that if you mope around In bed, you'll just make it worse. She lets you rest when you need it, but she encourages you just to take some painkillers, hydrate adequately and go about your work.

“Here you go,” Grayson says, handing you medication and water. “We've got a busy day. If it gets too much, just let me know, and I'll send you home to rest,” She says, pulling you into a hug and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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Mel Medarda

She just wants you to get better. Mel checks up on you but doesn't spend much time with you because she doesn't want to catch whatever you have. When she does visit you, she makes sure to ask if you're getting what you need and making sure you get it. She's mostly concerned about you resting, so she stays with you, talking softly with you until you fall asleep.

“Are you sure you're okay, my love?” She asks, running her hands over your back.

“Yeah, I think I need to sleep off. Thank you for coming to visit,” you say, closing your eyes.

“You're welcome, My Love”

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Sevika

Sevika loves you, but she's not going to baby you. She'll ask you if you're on your deathbed, and if the answer is no, then you can get off your ass and help her with whatever business she's been called on.

If you want Sevika to help you with anything, you've got to turn on the whining. She likes being useful, so if you really need it, she'll sit with you until you fall asleep, but she won't wait for you to wake up. You're tough, like her, so she leaves you to it until you wake up and are ready to get back to work.

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Vi

Vi thinks her immune system is “built different”, and she's not entirely wrong. She'll stay with you, hold you while you sleep, and make sure you eat as well as you can in Zaun. If you tell her you're not really hungry, she will lecture you until you give in and at least try to eat.

“C'mon, pretty girl,” Vi says, leaning in to kiss you. You feel gross and push her head away.

“You'll get sick”

“Babe. My immune system is made of steel. I've never gotten sick in my life. Now come here and give me a proper kiss,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“Fine. If you get sick, I'm not gonna baby you.”

“Yes, you will”, she laughs, and you know she's right.

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Look What You Made Me Do - MV1

+summary: The couple was once thought to be the modern-day Romeo and Juliet (minus the unaliving part). Where you saw her, Max was not too far behind and vice versa. And despite his father's insistence to stay from her, he simply couldn't. He was enthralled by her and her persistence on the track. Together, they rose through the ranks and found themselves to be teammates in Formula one. But their story turns sour when Max betrays her in the worst way possible. +pairing: Max Verstappen x F1!driver +warnings: cheating, mentions the p*quets, curse words, hate comments, poorly edited. If i missed something, let me know.

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Her phone constantly vibrated against the glass coffee table of Max and Her's home. People were mentioning her in a tweet made from one of those wag accounts saying that Max was spotted with another woman that wasn't her and that he could be cheating. 'Max wouldn't cheat on me, right?' she thought to herself. Although, she remembered he had been acting rather weird lately. But him acting weird could mean anything.

The sound of the front door opening and closing and keys hitting the ceramic bowl alerted her that Max was home. Her eyes went straight to the bright orange bag in his hand. The same bright orange bag from the picture in the tweet.

"What's going on in that head of yours, Schatz?" Max hugged her, kissing the top of her head. He smelled like her.

"Thinking about what to make for dinner. Anything in particular?"

"I was thinking we could get takeout."

"Sounds good." She watched as Max turned towards their bedroom and tucked neatly into the collar of his shirt, which was a redbull shirt no shock there, was a semi dark hickey. A hickey she knew she didn't put there. Maybe that one tweet was right.

Dinner that night was a silent affair. The question of rather or not he was actually cheating weighed heavily on her mind. One half of her was being completely ignorant and believing Max would never do such a thing. The other half, the rational half, are putting the pieces together and ringing the alarm bells and are practically shouting from the rooftops that he is most definitely cheating. It was getting to be too much for her.

"Are you cheating on me?"

Max began choking on the water in his mouth. "What? Are you crazy? Where are you even getting this from?"

"It's just- I kept getting tagged in that one tweet-"

"And you believe it? You know those kinds of accounts make stuff up."

"Never said I did, Max," she said. "But explain the orange shopping bag, or how you got that hickey on your neck, or how you smell like none of the perfumes I have."

"I don't have to deal with this." Max stood up from the table and y/n followed after him.

"So, they're true?"

"Y/n, I don't want to talk about this right now."

"Well, that's just too damn bad. We're talking about this now because If we don't it won't get talked about at all."

Max faced her, his body shaking with anger. "Fine! Yes, I did cheat on you. Is that what you wanted to hear? How you weren't good enough and will never be good enough for me? How you'll never be good enough for anyone? How sometimes I can't fucking stand you to be around you? You. are. insufferable."

Her eyes started to fill with tears. In all the years she's known Max, he's never not once gotten this mad nor has he ever been this hateful. As if he realized what he's said, he began to apologize profusely.

"I'm so, so sorry, Schatz." Max tried to come closer to comfort her, but she stepped away.

"Thanks for letting me know how you really feel about me, Max. I'll uh get out of your hair."

"Y/n, please-"

"No amount of apologizing will ever make me forget what you said. You were the love of my life, the man that I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with and have kids with."

"But we can still have that!"

"It's rather funny you're trying to save a relationship you destroyed," she chuckled loudly at Max's audacity. "Tell me, how long have you been cheating? And be honest, I deserve that much."

With his head hung low in shame, he mumbled, "Nearly a year."

"Unbelievable."

Before heading off to their bedroom to pack some clothes, she looked at the man she once loved. "You know, I've dealt with a lot in my life. I've traveled the world seeing it in a whole new light while doing what I loved, been in a crash or two that was painful, seen and experienced things I didn't think I'd be able to experience, but this... this hurts the most."

Once she left the house, she got in her car and tapped on her lawyer's number, texting him.

I don't care how you do it, but just get me out my redbull contract. DON'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS.

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yourinstagram: Mama Tay once said don't get sad, get even 💅🏻💋#newsponsor #newthingsarecoming

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taylorswift I taught you well young grasshopper. liked by yourinstagram

lilymhe where are you going dressed like that? cause damn. ⤷ yourinstagram sponsorship meeting with a new sponsor.

user1 you want to explain that second picture?

user2 looking respectfully.

user3 new things coming? what's that supposed to mean? ⤷ user4 she did say she got a new sponsor and I assume it's with Chanel. ⤷ user5 I can't help but think the whole new things coming means something else.

pierregasly 👀👀 ⤷ yourinstagram just taking lessons from you.

francisca.cgomes are you single? ⤷ yourinstagram why yes, I am. you asking me out on a date? ⤷ francisca.cgomes of course! ⤷ pierregasly I'm right here you know. ⤷ yourinstagram I'll make sure to have her home before midnight 😉

user6 not y/n flirting with pierre's girlfriend 🤣

For half an hour, she sat on the couch listening to Lando, Logan, Charles and Pierre answer questions about their summer break, their hopes for the second half of the season and what they want for their teams/cars. Not one question came her way, and she was happy about that. She hated doing media with a passion. She could understand they had bills to pay, families to support, but if she could get away with not doing any kind of media without being fined for it, she'd happily do it.

Just when she thought she'd have an easy day, a reporter she was familiar with, one she has had problems with since her debut in 2021, raised her hand.

"Mackenzie Smith, Espn. I have a question for you, y/n," she smiled. "Over the summer break there was a rumor going around saying you were leaving redbull at the end of the season. Is that true? Can you maybe give some insight on that?"

It's an innocent question to ask, but knowing Mackenzie, she'll somehow go off topic and ask questions she has no business asking about.

"Accounts like that always make up some of the most ridiculous things for clicks. Unfortunately, people believe it and until me, or my agent confirms it, then it's just that. A rumor."

Mackenzie huffed, clearly not satisfied with that answer. But if there's something about Mackenzie everyone should know, is she has a habit of asking rather intrusive questions she has no business asking. "Your relationship with fellow driver, Max Verstappen, ended over the summer break as well."

"My relationship, or lack thereof, is not yours or anyone's business. End of discussion."

"But he-"

"Yeah, and I said end of discussion. What part of that did you not understand?" she paused. "Now, does anyone have any other questions? No? Okay."

She sat the microphone down beside her and walked out the room. Was she going to get lectured by her PR manager? Yeah. Was she going to be fined for walking out? Probably. But she didn't care and if there was one thing she knew she didn't have to sit there and be questioned about her personal life.

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yourinstagram Thank you for this amazing opportunity, Porsche. ⤷porscheformula1team: No, thank you for taking the risk and signing with us.

mickschumacher It's good to be back in formula one.

user7 while I am excited for Mick to be back, I just think y/n is a backstabber for leaving a team that pretty built her entire career. ⤷user6 did you honestly think y/n would stick around after Max cheated on her?

user8 this is the best thing to wake up to!

user9 redbull was holding y/n back, so it's a good thing she left.

user10 future wdc winners? liked by mickschumacher, yourinstagram,porscheformula1team

user11 best driver's pairing in f1 liked by porscheformula1team

user12 signing these two was the biggest mistake Porsche ever made. ⤷porscheformula1team we beg to differ. ⤷user13 Porsche defending mick and y/n 🥰🤗

Max Why didn't you tell me you were leaving? When did you even sign with porsche?

Y/N Didn't know I was obligated to tell you I was leaving. I signed back in August after I got that Chanel sponsor.

Max YOU SIGNED BACK IN AUGUST?! WTF

Y/N I move fast just like you.

Max What's that supposed to mean?

Y/N It means you're okay with getting into a relationship with Kelly 2 weeks after we broke up.

Max You're being childish, y/n.

Y/N Did you really think I'd stay after you cheated? In 2024, you better get used to being behind me because that WDC is mine.

Don't let this flop. I worked real hard on it.

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[strongheartneteyam]

Everyone wants him, that was my crime.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!omatikaya!reader

cw: mostly angst, TRIGGER WARNING for Reader being bullied bad by some Omatikaya girls, the perks of dating a popular boy (irony alert), hurt/comfort, neteyam reassuring Reader, some fluff, a stab in the heart disguised as a fic basically

So, this is just an angsty Neteyam fic inspired by “Slut!” by Taylor to make you guys suffer with me, I guess.

na'vi words: tweng (loincloth), nantang (viperwolf), tanhì (star - term of endearment)

Not proofread.

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Love thorns all over this rose

I'll pay the price, you won't

But if I'm all dressed up they might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a slut

You know, it might be worth it for once

“Slut!” (Taylor Swift)

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You were dressed in your best tweng, one you had spent a long time making, wearing your best beaded long necklace to cover your breasts and even wearing some flowers to decorate your black, silky hair.

But none of that mattered. They laughed at you. The girls you thought were pretty and just so skilled and… popular. Something that you were never able to be, it didn't matter how hard you tried when you were a teenager. You were now a 22 year old girl, so, being popular did not matter to you anymore but it did not mean that having only one friend and having those girls look funny at you stopped hurting. The harassment did not stop there, it also included pushing you, putting their feet in front of you so you could trip and then pretending they hadn't done anything, saying something smelled bad whenever you were close to them and laughing inside their little group, making you smell your arms and your hair to try and see if you were the one who was smelly, just for the sadistic pleasure of messing with your head. You were a strong girl but stuff like that would bring down even the bravest na'vi female warrior.

“She thinks she's from the Tawkami clan, all dressed with flowers like this.” The girls would mock and laugh as you passed by

Your sad big amber eyes focused on the ground as shame and self doubt covered your body and beat you up from the inside.

Yes, you did love wearing flowers, sometimes wearing them in many different places in your body, on your hair and on necklaces over your breasts, but you never thought it was a bad thing until they pointed it out. It got to a point where you just couldn't take that many comments about your flowers anymore, the ones you used to pick up in the forest with a chest filled with joy. It used to be an incredibly wholesome, spiritual activity for you, but at those following days, you only felt rage and pain when you looked at your flowers. Poor them. It wasn't their fault. They were as pretty as ever. But you decided to tone it down and now you only wore a flower crown most days.

It was hard to relax. You could almost never be at ease when you were walking around the tribe, trying to focus on doing your chores as an Omatikaya, because you never knew when some girl would make a mean comment or just laugh at you, leaving you wondering if you looked weird or walked funny.

You tried to convince yourself that it was worth it, that you would get through it to be with the boy you loved, the one you were promised to and was soon to go through a mateship ritual with in front of the whole clan to bond you two together forevermore.

But it was insanely hard and sometimes it felt like you couldn't breathe.

Being Neteyam Suli's, the Omatikaya tribe heartthrob, mate to be was challenging to say the least. And yes, you knew that you were being bullied because he had chosen you. When it all started, you tried to convince yourself it was all in your head, that there must be another more rational reason for you to be bullied by those girls, that they couldn't be doing all this out of jealousy. It seemed too stupid, childish and… cruel, honestly. But even Neteyam pointed it out to you.

“Don't be sad because of those girls, tanhì. They are mad because you're mine and they wish they were in your place. But I chose you because I saw something in you that I didn't see in any of them. You're always honest, you have a childlike light in your eyes and a pure soul. They got nothing on you and that's why they treat you badly.”

He had told you those words one day when you were crying about being excluded from the girls’ friendship groups in the tribe. Neteyam's words reassured you of his love and made you feel better but the wounds still hurt.

Sometimes, the worst part of you told you to give up on him, that it was too difficult to bear, all those nantang like girls scorching you with their mean eyes every time they saw you walking around holding hands with Neteyam. But after a while, when you could think more rationally, you would think about how it would be unfair to him to do that. So what if those petty girls made you suffer? Making Neteyam suffer because you couldn't be brave enough to deal with that hardship would hurt you way more. Neteyam was worth it, he treated you like a princess, like you were the most beautiful, the most precious thing he had ever laid eyes upon. You'd be damned if you threw a love like that away because of other people's envy.

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[cadencelistic]

this is gonna be specific just hear me out okay this came to me in a vision +good for writing motivation or practice or whatever

imagine reader is some famous celebrity singer actor whatever and they go on the ship for whatever reason..maybe they really like space or something idk

how would they all act towards them?? would the way theyre treated get changed from their popularity?? 😳😳😳…?i cant imagine jimmy or curly acting too different towards them but daisuke maybe?? hes a fan idk im just thinking…

I'd imagine reader got on the ship because they wanted to experience space.... And because they paid lots for it.

Both before and after crash hc >∆<

Reader death not specified

Yes there's Jimmy, he's the tw

Curly

Before-Crash:

- Confused why Pony Express gave this.. celebrity.. permission to get on a cargo spaceship.

- Tries to be nice. He doesn't act like those ppl that are super excited to meet a popular person. To him, you're just another human.

- But of course, if you make a mistake on the ship he'll go a little easy on you. He assumes you probably didn't get much.. training.

- You're his responsibility as well now! But he also is probably too busy to give you a tour of the ship, he'll ask one of the others. ( Definitely not Jimmy or Swansea. )

- If he's interested in you..... I guess, small flirts when he's off the clock. He takes responsibility!

- Compliments your work if he's a fan.

After-Crash:

- Curly feels embarrassed, and even more embarrassed if he's interested in you.

- At some point, thinks you'll come back to earth and tell everyone what happened and how bad he is at being a captain. Plus, destroying Pony Express's name that MIGHT land a lawsuit.

- During all the........ Deaths, he felt bad that a person that shouldn't even be connected to all this is paying the untold price of going on the ship with them

- Probably wanted to kill himself when he was brought to the table and saw all those corpses!!

Swansea

Before-Crash:

- Doesn't give a shit

- Probably treats you JUST like Daisuke but is a little less aggressive..

- Actually, I think he thinks you're a liability and dislikes you because you're just a rich piece of shit that thinks they can do wtv they want

- Might MIGHT complain and say that you're a liability when something bad happens

- If he's interested in you, you probably remind him of his wife by appearance LMFAO, I'm just kidding I'm not funny.

- If he's interested in you, he'll treat you a little nicer.

- I don't think he'll be a fan..... Unless you're like, Shelly Duval or Frank Sinatra or something. (RIP SHELLY DUVAL AND FRANK SINTRA I LOVE YALL)

- Won't say he's a fan though.

After-Crash:

- I have a gut feeling that he'll act like those drunk adults that go like, “Isn't this how you teenagers do it? WOO!" But like in a "Aint this how you people do it in Hollywood?”

- Says you should get less food because you dont do work around the ship. Won't say this if... He's interested, or only if he's drunk and mad or mad.

- If you die before him, he'll feel a little guilty like he does with Daisuke. I don't know if it's a lot of guilt, but enough guilt.

Daisuke

Before-Crash:

- FUCKING ECSTATIC.

- Wants a picture, and a signature. Treats you special because you're a celebrity.

- Uses his free time to be your friend. If he's interested in you, hes gonna try to impress you with his intern task (Swansea fucking hates it).

- Brings you to fuck around in the ship because I'll assume that you're about the same age, or you at least have the same age mentality.

- If he's a fan, he's way worse/better. Your decision.

After-Crash:

- Once again, if hes interested in you, he tries to be your big prince charming. When they start rationing the food, he gives you more

- I don't know if he'll prioritise you because you're a celebrity, but he tries.

- Tries to cheer you up when things get bad

- If you die before him, he kinda just............ Guilt. Yeah, thats all. Kinda feels like he didn't help enough.

Jimmy

Before-Crash:

- Thinks you're a liability 2.0

- Doesn't respect you

- Thinks you're a bitch because your life is better than his on Earth

- Probably.... JUST PROBABLY, daydreams about doing things to you so he can 'humble' you. Likes the thought of such a loved and respected person gets humiliated.

- If he's interested in you.... He'll have worse thoughts.

- Probably complains about you, in front of you.

- Not a fan, doesn't like the internet.

After-Crash:

- Now thinks youre... Still the biggest liability of the ship. In fact, you're the worst of the worst.

- Says you should get less food because you don't do any work 2.0

- If you die before him... Awesome! Doesn't care. Won't spare you even if hes interested, but cares.

- Gets married to your corpse, AGAIN I'M KIDDING. Doesn't strike me as a person who'd get married unless it benefits him, actually nevermind, go read Jambalaya Enthusiast's fic about Reader in the film industry in Jambalaya Enthusiast's Masterlist.

Anya

Before-Crash:

- Might be curious?

- She'll be nice >u<

- Yeah, she's probably the one giving you a tour!

- Anya will be a little concerned that a person like you is on the ship. In a way that she's concerned that a person who doesn't have any training is on the ship.

- She'll be glad to help you with anything, like motion sickness.

- If she's interested, she'll try to do little gestures for you. I think her love language is acts of something something, I forgot.

After-Crash:

- Anya doesn't really want you to come into the medbay and look at Curly.

- She gets super nauseous, so she doesn't want you to get super nauseous in an unfamiliar and stressing environment.

- Perhaps will give you a little of her food with you. I feel like Jimmy has engraved into her brain that she's not a good enough nurse, so she thinks she doesn't deserve the food she eats ( because Swansea and Jimmy say you don't deserve the food. )

- Comfort her, she's dying in her thoughts and wants to go to the medicine supply.......

- If you die before her, she will actually start spiralling.

[maleyanderecafe]

Good day! I was wondering if your review on Restart Heart has changed after the new demo came out recently? If you haven't played it yet, I suggest trying it out and letting us know what you think of it.

After trying my hand at the updated demo, I can safely say that my personal opinion has changed quite a bit since the very first version. The MC seems a touch more like an insufferable prick now with how rude they are towards some characters, how "Mary Sue" they act in given situations, and how they overreact to certain events occurring around them. Their inner thoughts and rational thinking are nothing like mine as well, but that's more of a personal thing. While I'm aware it's currently still a demo and these events aren't considered "canon" by the dev, it isn't exactly doing a good job at persuading me to try out the finished version of the game once it comes out.

I do like that there are more than one "main" yandere now, however unfortunately none of the other characters aside from Ezra and Sammy really appeal to me. Each character seems very "stereotypical" and play into a very specific trope, but it's been like that since the first release so I'm not too bothered by it. I guess I was hoping for more developed and interesting characters in the update and got let down with the lack of improvement from the first version.

I'm also unsure how I feel about how overly "woke" the demo is trying to be? The overuse of Arabic phrases by Bess seems somewhat out of place and repetitive, so many characters are overtly trans or use their ethnicity as a base for their personality (especially seen on tumblr), the NSFW scenes [in the first version] feel like I was being babysat with the constant "consent check ins" and boundary implementations, and characters like Steph talk about their job [a pornstar] as though it's something to glorify or romanticize. The game's job is to make these characters appealing enough for us to pursue but I can't get over how forced/unnecessary their backstories and personalities feel. I'm transmasc myself but I'm put off by these constant reminders being shoved in my face at every turn, especially on the official tumblr page. I like that these sorts of things are being represented in a positive way (much less in a visual novel where it's so rare), but I don't like how constant and overplayed they are.

I will say that the writing has definitely improved in the new demo and it doesn't feel as overtly casual with the grammar and punctuation anymore (almost as if the narrator was texting me rather than talking to me). The characters have established connections with the MC now which I like, though I understand that this may not be everyone's cup of tea. The new CGs are nice too, however I won't comment on the updated art style since I personally prefer the scratchy anime style of games like TKATB, Mushroom Oasis, and even 14DWY [the first version]. I've always liked the music used and the GUI looks good, so I didn't mind not seeing much of an update for them in the new demo.

Overall, I have mixed feelings but I'm hopeful and optimistic that the finished version will be much better if the updated demo is anything to go by. I also hope there won't be a price tag on the finished product because as good as it is now, there is still so much that needs to be improved on to justify even a $5 label. These are my personal thoughts, though I'd love to hear yours as well.

It took me a while to replay the new demo and then find the older demos since it's no longer on the itchio page (There is still a link for the third day, but I had to watch epsylion's video on the fourth day, which excludes some routes). I admit that while I am generally aware of what is going on with various vns and their updates, I haven't had time to really go through and play most of them, so if there is a game that I have gone over before but it has updated, feel free to send me an ask.

Restart Heart seems to have an interesting conception, with the game going up to it's fourth day, before eventually being pulled back into a shorter demo that encapsulates the first day, likely to revamp and improve on the game as a whole. As such, I'm not sure if I've missed anything specifically as I'm not on the patreon . As a quick recap, the general plot of the first demo was that the MC, Sugar basically went on a huge party rager after finding out their ex fiance cheated on them and got their younger sister pregnant. As a result, the four days that we do spend with Sugar and the other characters are generally Sugar attempting to get back on their feet with the help of Ezra and the other characters, Bess, Blaire, Sammy, Chris and Steph along with sleeping with some of them if you so choose to. The new demo is a bit similar but only covers Sugar before finding out about the cheating, with them having a smaller interaction with the rest of the crew at the chocolate place they work at (namely that they almost got crushed by a bunch of staplers).

I think compared to the four day version of Restart Heart, I actually prefer this new demo's Sugar to the old one, though that's likely going to change once they find out about the cheating that's going on. While I understand that Sugar is going through a generally horrible situation of someone cheating on them, I also find their behavior kind of hard to deal with and not that much fun to play with. This is just my general gripe with a lot of yandere vns, not just Restart Heart in particular, where the MC tends to be very cynical and dislikes doing... well anything, which to me is a touch tedious and kind of annoying at times. I also feel like from the four day version, they feel a lot more bitter and angry (again due to the break up) but also coddled very heavily as well. Understandably it is nice to have someone who is able to care about you and try to make things feel better when everything feels like it's falling apart, but to me it still feels very infantalizing in some aspects, with every character seemingly trying to nurse Sugar back to feeling better. It's likely more of a me thing since I've always been the type of person to drag myself back up by my feet, rather than attempt to rely too much on other people. In the new demo, Sugar has yet to experience this (at least from what I can tell) so is generally more stable and less prickly. I don't think it's particularly Mary Sue like in the new demo, considering that I feel like if my friend almost got crushed by a bunch of staplers, we'd all run over there too and make sure that they're okay, though I can see where you're coming from since most of the characters are revolving around Sugar in that sort of way. It's hard to say what kind of characters the Restart Heart gang will be considering that it is still a demo, but considering it did have four days already out, I can see what you mean. We don't get to see too much into their lives (outside of Blaire, I think which probably has the most characterization out of Chris and of course Ezra). It would be nice for them to do other things as well like go out on dates or just hang out more one on one (like going to hang out at the library with Sammy, for instance) to get to know them a bit more.

Interesting take on it. I did notice that Bess uses a lot of Arabic phrases, kind of like someone who is trying to learn the language and is attempting to use it in their every day life so that they can remember it. I don't think that specifically was the intention, but it did come off like that for me. I'm not really sure what you mean by "overtly trans or use their ethnicity as a base for their personality", do you mean as more of like that's their main personality trait? A very minor confusion I have with the game is the use of pronouns that are attached onto the characters. That in itself isn't really a problem but it does seem a touch redundant because there is a character bio for all of the characters that already has the pronouns on it. Not anything huge, but it is a strange decision to make. The checkins for nsfw content is generally a thing that happens in a lot of r18 yandere vns, but I do get that it does feel very babysitting like, especially if it's something that happens after the initial agreement.

I do agree that the writing has improved a lot more, with the characters written in a more lifelike manner and feels more like they have known Sugar for a while. I also agree that it's nice that they have more stronger connections to Sugar this time around. I think the music is good, though I do wish that they would change it up more since the same soundtrack repeated does make it a bit tiring (though this is likely just a demo thing). Lilith did a good job of coding everything as expected, especially with the pronoun, name, partner, nickname choices in the very beginning. There is a lot of variation for people who want to be called a specific way during the NSFW parts (though admittedly I don't really like most of them since well, I prefer submissive yanderes). They are doing a lot of projects right now, so it is hard to say when the full version will come out and what the quality will be right now. Hopefully it will come out well though, and there will be more yandere content that I can shift through.

[urfavoritedcwhore]

phone sex//henry winter x !fem!reader

k so i literally had this idea and now i have to write about it. i hope yall fw the way i make no grammatical errors in henry’s pov’s. literally put his pov’s through a grammar checker lololol.

warnings: phone sex, swearing

semi fluffy

current scenario between henry and you: you’ve been on a break for about a week. henry’s suggestion. he thinks you’ve been flirting with Richard. you weren’t of course, but you’re over politeness and his tendencies to let jealousness consume him got the better of him. after not seeing him for a week you lay in your bed, absently flipping through your book.

y/n’s pov:

i lay in my bed in my dorm, absently flipping through my book. i have no idea where henry is or what he’s doing. fuck, how i miss him. the way he smells, the way he his hair falls over his face. all i want is for this stupid fight to be done.

henry’s pov:

I pace back and forth in my dorm room, my mind racing with thoughts of y/n and Richard. The mere idea of her flirting with him fills me with an intense anger that I can't seem to shake off. I light a cigarette and take a long drag, hoping it will help calm my nerves, but the nicotine does little to ease the tension I feel. My eyes fall upon the stack of philosophy books on my desk, and I can't help but pick one up and flip through its pages, desperately seeking solace in the wisdom of the great thinkers. But even Plato and homer fail to soothe my troubled mind. I toss the book aside and continue pacing, my steps growing more agitated with each passing minute. The sound of footsteps outside my door catches my attention, and I hold my breath, wondering if it might be y/n. But the footsteps pass by, and I'm left alone once again with my thoughts. I know I should reach out to her, but my pride won't let me. I need her to understand the depth of her betrayal and apologize for her actions before I can even consider reconciling with her.I slump into my chair, my head in my hands. as I sit here, lost in my misery, I can't help but wonder if I've made a terrible mistake by pushing y/n away.

y/n’s pov:

as i continue laying in my bed my mind can’t help but wonder what henry’s doing. is he thinking of me? is he reading? is he out with bunny? my god, is he out with camilla? my mind in engulfed in endless possibilities. my eyes roam over the pages of the book, but i can’t concentrate on it at all. does he truly believe i was flirting with richard? i love him, not anyone else. it’s only been a week and i already crave his touch again. i consider if i should call.

henry’s pov:

I stare at the phone, debating whether or not to call y/n. The rational part of my mind knows that I should reach out to her, that I should try to resolve our conflict and move forward. But the stubborn, prideful side of me refuses to budge. I can't bear the thought of her flirting with Richard, of her betraying our relationship in such a callous manner.I light another cigarette and take a long drag, blowing the smoke out slowly as I contemplate my next move. I know that y/n loves me, that she would never intentionally hurt me. But the doubt lingers, gnawing at me from the inside. I can't help but wonder if there's something more to her friendship with Richard, something that I'm not aware of. I can't help but think about y/n. I miss her terribly, the way she feels in my arms, the sound of her laughter, the sparkle in her eyes when she talks about philosophy or art. I know that I'm being ridiculous, that I'm letting my jealousy and insecurity get the best of me. But I can't seem to let go of the anger and hurt that I feel. I stand up from my chair and walk to my room flopping onto my bed, overcome with dread. I roll over and punch my pillow, frustrated with myself and the situation. I know that I need to talk to y/n, to hear her out and apologize for my behavior. But the thought of facing her, of admitting that I was wrong, fills me with dread. I close my eyes and try to focus on my breathing, hoping that I'll find the courage to do the right thing.

y/n’s pov:

i continue to lay awake in my bed as thoughts of henry plague my mind. i need him. i yearn for his touch, to hear his voice. i notice one of his old button ups is still in the laundry hamper in my dorm. i consider what im about to do. with a sigh i get up and grab it, sniffing it and smelling his scent. it ignites me with desire. i walk back to my bed, and button his shirt up on one of my pillows. as i lay back down hug the pillow, wrapping my leg around it and slowly grinding against it. i moan softly, but it isn’t enough. i need to hear his voice as i do this. i take a deep breath and grab the wall phone by my bed, taking it off the hook. i continue my movements on my pillow as i dial his number. my heart jumps as i here his voice, “hello?”, he says.

henry’s pov:

I'm startled by the sound of the phone ringing, and I quickly pick it up, hoping that it's y/n on the other end. I clear my throat, trying to sound as composed as possible. "Hello?" I say, my voice hoarse and strained. There's a moment of silence on the other end, and then I hear a soft moan. My heart starts racing, and I sit up straight in my bed, my senses heightened. I can hear the sound of y/n's breathing, and it's clear that she's not alone. "y/n?" I ask, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and jealousy. "Who's there with you?"

y/n’s pov:

i moan softly into the receiver when i hear his voice as i continue my movements on the pillow. i reply in a whispering moan, “no one’s with me, im alone in my dorm.”.

henry’s pov:

I listen intently as y/n's soft moans come through the phone, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe what I'm hearing, and I feel a mix of jealousy and desire coursing through my veins."y/n," I say, my voice low and husky. "Are you touching yourself?”.

y/n’s pov:

i moan again into the phone as i hear his voice again, i sped up my movements on the pillow and hum in reply, “mhm”. his voice makes me feel warm, the love i have for him mixes even further with my lust and desire.

henry’s pov:

My breath hitches as I hear y/n's moans grow louder and more frequent. The sound of her pleasure is intoxicating, and I can feel my own desire building despite the pain in my head. I take a deep breath, trying to regain some composure. "Tell me what you're doing, y/n," I say, my voice shaker than I intended it to be.

y/n’s pov:

i moan softly again into the phone as i try to speak through the foggyness of my brain due to the pleasure i’m receiving. “put a button up of yours that you left here on a pillow, using it to get off, needed to hear your voice.”

henry’s pov:

I let out a low groan as I process what y/n just said. The thought of her using my shirt to pleasure herself, the idea that she needs to hear my voice so badly, sends a rush of heat through my body. All my anger and frustration melts away. I only feel two things: lust and love. I can feel my cock hardening in my pants, and I have to resist the urge to touch myself. "Fuck, y/n," I breathe, my voice heavy with desire. "You have no idea how much I want you right now.", I close my eyes, picturing her in my mind. I imagine her lying on her bed, wearing nothing but a sweater , her hips moving against a pillow with my shirt on it as she moans into the phone. The image is so vivid, so erotic, that I have to bite back a moan of my own. "Keep going, darling," I encourage her, my voice low and seductive. "Tell me how it feels. I want to hear every little sound.".

y/n’s pov:

i moan at his words and breathe out my answer in a moan. “i want you so bad hen. it feels so good,” i moan again softly. “i miss the way you make me feel, i know it’s only been a week but my body is aching for you.”.

henry’s pov:

y/n's words send a jolt of desire straight to my core. The knowledge that she's craving my touch, that her body is aching for me, is almost too much to bear. I can feel my cock throbbing in my pants, begging for release. "I miss you too, y/n," I say, my voice rough with need. "I miss the way you feel in my arms, the taste of your skin, the sound of your moans." I palm myself through my trousers, unable to resist the urge any longer. I can feel the heat of my erection, the way it pulses and twitches in my hand. "Tell me what you want, darling," I say, my breath coming in short gasps. "Tell me how you want me to make you feel.".

y/n’s pov:

his words send a jolt of pleasure through me. i let out a small whimper and moan into the phone again. “i want to cum hen, i haven’t been able to make myself cum the whole week we’ve been on our break. i want you to make me feel good, i want to hear your moans, to feel your cock again.”. i whine into the phone as i continue my movements.

henry’s pov:

y/n's words drive me wild with lust. The thought of her going a whole week without release, the knowledge that she's been craving my touch and my cock, is almost too much to handle. I can feel the blood rushing to my groin, my erection straining against the confines of my trousers. "Fuck, y/n," I groan, my voice thick with desire. "I want to make you cum so fucking hard. I want to feel you clench around me, to hear you scream my name as you come undone.". I start stroking myself through my trousers, my hips rocking in time with y/n's moans. I can feel the heat building in my core, the pressure mounting with each passing second.

y/n’s pov:

i whine into the phone with frustration as i pick up my pace on the pillow. “i cant cum without you hen, i can’t do it myself. i need you inside of me.”, i moan softly again into the phone. “mm i need you to stretch me out again, fuck i can feel myself getting tighter everyday you’re not inside me stretching me out.”.

henry’s pov:

y/n's desperate pleas are music to my ears. The knowledge that she can't cum without me, that her body is craving my touch and my cock, sends a rush of power and desire through my veins. I stroke myself harder, my hips bucking into my hand as I imagine burying myself deep inside her tight, wet heat. "Fuck, y/n," I groan, my voice strained with lust. "You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you right now. I want to feel you wrapped around me, your walls clenching around my cock as I fill you up.". I can feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my groin reaching a fever pitch. But I don't want to cum yet. Not until I hear y/n's sweet release, not until I know that she's satisfied. "Come on, baby, you can do it. Imagine that it’s me there touching you. Close your eyes and just imagine it’s me." I urge her, my voice low and husky. "Let me hear you. Let me know how much you need me.”.

y/n’s pov:

the image of henry being here with me, of him being the one in between my legs instead of this stupid fucking pillow ignites a fire in me. i pick up my pace again i breathe heavily, letting out long moans mixed with whines. my back arches as i reach my release. the tension that’s been building up in my body for the whole week floods out of me as i moan his name into the phone, “oh fuck henry!”.

henry’s pov:

The sound of y/n's orgasm, the way she moans my name in pure ecstasy, is enough to push me over the edge. I groan deeply, my cock throbbing and pulsing as I reach my own release. I stroke myself furiously, imagining the feeling of her tight, wet heat surrounding me as I empty myself inside her. "Fuck, y/n," I pant, my voice strained with pleasure. "You're so fucking sexy.". I listen to the sounds of y/n coming down from her high, her breathing heavy and labored. I can picture her lying there, spent and satisfied, my shirt still clutched tightly in her hands. "That was so exciting, darling." I say, my voice low and satisfied. I take a moment to catch my breath, my heart still racing in my chest. I know that we still have things to work out, that our relationship is far from perfect. But in this moment, all I can think about is how much I love her, how much I need her in my life. "I miss you, y/n," I say softly, my voice filled with emotion. "I know we have some things to talk about, but I want you to know that I love you.”.

y/n’s pov:

my heart flutters as i hear his words. i miss him so much, i love him so fucking much. i pant into the phone feeling spent but still yearning for his love, for his presence. “i miss you so bad. i don’t wanna be on a break anymore, i love you too.”.

A/N: should i make a part 2 perchance? idk yall lmk if ur fw this style, its the first time ive made different povs. going back and reading through this it’s so funny to me how all of henry’s are longer. i fear my obsession will never end. it’ll come back every damn year, every time i reread that fucking book.

[deblklesb]

hi i was thinking about something, is there any chance you could write something with the reader saying the safeword?

sure, anon!!

cw: use of safeword, reader is neurodivergent and is going through a verbal shutdown, oral (r!receiving), aftercare, MDNI

Usually whenever you and Abby start to enter in a more intimate situation, you're both on the same page. It's not hard to engage, fall into the deep desire and accept the sensations that mix to the endless pleasure. You're always so overwhelmed, so full of her, and it's enough to send your mind into a place so far away from the reality that coming back it's almost a pity.

But today isn't the same.

You were so tired. At work, you've spent most of the day in silence because even talking was too much - to rationalize your feelings and thoughts in words and then pronunciating them out loud; even this was too much untill the last hours of your shift. Lucky for you a library isn't a very busy place, and you gathered all the strength you could find to talk to your boss and ask to just be organizing books on the shelves.

Breathing was already too much. So imagine the fatigue you had when coming home.

Now, you wanted to be this intimate with Abby. You wanted sex with her, you wanted to be wrapped by her warmth and just let go of everything else for some time before going to sleep. You wanted her touches, because she always touches you with so much care and love.

But you just realized now that when you both talked about limits, kinks, desires, safewords, still in the beginning of your relationship, you completely forgotten about your verbal shutdowns. That's because you were slowly discovering things about yourself due to a late diagnosis, and now you learned to identify some things better - including a verbal shutdown -, which you didn't know how to explain before - even to yourself. Now you could honor your needs better and go through it when necessary.

Abby witnessed a verbal shutdown just once since you both started dating, but it didn't involve a sexual moment and so now you were in a very uncomfortable and new situation. She was asking you to respond to her questions, as usual, but each time you couldn't bring yourself to do it tears started to gather on your closed eyes. Her touches were so nice while her lips traveled south of your body, but the demands to talk were just too much today.

"Oingo Boingo", you could bring yourself to say, heavy breaths as you finally could let it out. You felt Abby stop on her tracks and opened your eyes, tears rolling down your face.

In a matter of seconds you could see on her face that she was trying to process the situation, and as soon as the blue eyes got to your face, her expression metamorphosed into a absolutely worried one.

"Babe", she gently pulled you by the hand untill you were sitting on the mattress, getting next to you in a blink of an eye and holding you close. "What happened, did I hurt you?" You shook your head, holding her hand back intensely.

"Give me a moment, please", you could say, gulping.

"Okay. Do you want me to hold you?" You nod and so she does, her skin directly against yours.

Closing your eyes and resting your head on her shoulder, you stay like this for a time you couldn't quantify. Calming your mind, trying to put effort into just explaining her what was going on so then you could go back into honoring your own need to keep silent.

"I-I... Today was very hard. I'm not feeling good to talk. And I know you're always ready to support me but it wasn't in a sexual situation before, and so now I'm not being able to... To... To answer you questions. And it's making me anxious", you took your time saying it, focusing into put your words out. Abby won't judge you, so it's easier to do it in your own pace.

"Is it a verbal shutdown?" You nod. "I'm so sorry babe, I didn't notice. You want to write on you phone right now?" You nod again, and she gets your mobile on the bedside table, handing it to you.

Unlocking it and opening the notes app, you look at her for a second, indicating she can go on.

"Is there something I can do for you? Want me to keep going or want me to stop?"

I want this, to keep going. I just can't answer you verbally, so it would be nice if you didn't ask me to do it. You can still say things to me, i like it, just don't ask me to do it back.

"Okay", she smiles fondly, kissing the top of your head. "You want it now or you want to keep it like this for longer?"

Her look at you is so comforting. She's not treating this situation as more than it is. She's not acting like this is less intimate because you aren't vocally answering her, absolutely willing to keep going, because she knows you can decide it and she'll give you time to think about your needs. She's not acting like she just broke you or something, she's just going through it, walking along with you on this path, following you because she knows you know the way and doesn't need her to do it for you. It's a limitation and you can accommodate your needs into a sexual moment too.

We can just stay like this for a little bit more, just so I can regulate properly. And then we can go back at it ;) If I need you to stop when we're at it, I'll tap your shoulder instead of saying the safeword

"Alright", you hand her the phone and she puts it back on the table, holding you again. Her fingers, a bit bigger than yours, caress your skin, sending shivers down your body.

Your mind start to settle. It's all clear now, like a fog disappeared from around you; it's so calming to know that you can rely on her and be open about it, that she won't underestimate your collocations or act like it's the end of the word.

Later, when you feel okay and her scent start to dominate your head, you slowly kiss her neck. And then do it again, a hand resting on her shoulder as she sighs.

"Wanna keep going now?" You nod, looking at her face before she kisses you again with a smirk that makes you freak out internally a little bit, as always. She still has the same effects on you.

It isn't hard to go back to the moment, it never is with the two of you. Soon, she has you laying on the bed again, eyes closed as her mouth left wet pecks around your chest.

Abby doesn't take long to reach your core again, head between your thighs as she pays attention to each one. Her strong hands keeping you in place it's enough to make you squirm, the strength and size difference always affecting you. Whenever she towers you, it's like a tsunami of feelings drowning your mind, you can barely contain how needy you get.

"Hm, my good girl is so wet", she says, tongue fatly lapping your cunt before she groans. "You're always so delicious, fuck..."

She keeps your legs spread, mouth working tirelessly like she's devouring you. Your legs tremble, you're shaking and contracting your whole body as whimpers escape and you grab the sheets.

Her tongue makes a number on your pussy. You're dripping with desire, her eyes are full of lust, and everything else fades away. There's only her on your sight.

Abby is tasting you and she can't stop from moaning against your core. Periodically she also backs away to murmur how she could eat you forever, how she's getting wet herself, how she wants you to come on her mouth. You're holding on for dear life, hips jolting like you're out of control as you come closer and closer to that high.

When you finally reach the peak, she's right there to sooth you through it. First she cleans you whole with her tongue, licking and sucking. You quiver at each one of these acts, breathing heavily and whimpering. Then she's next to you again, kissing your face and neck and pressing your pussy with a hand, waiting for you to come back down.

"There you go, hun", she whispers, lips bumping into your cheek as you hold her forearm. "Let it all come, babe. You did so good", your heart skips a beat at her words. "I'll go get a cloth to clean you up and then we can sleep, okay?" She kisses your face again after you nod, getting up from the bed and leaving you cold from her absence.

You're already drifting away, tiredness taking control of your body and mind when she comes back. The sensation of the cloth on your skin is okay, but you prefer her muscles against you. Either way, she cleans you carefully and then turn off the lights, laying next to you on the bed.

You hold her close and finally can fall asleep. Right before you do, though, you can hear Abby whispering: "Love you, babe"

[bytesizedpetal]

>It's odd not having so many responsibilities.

>I'm used to managing multiple vital systems of the ship simultaneously, monitoring every corner, responding to any and all orders, but...

>Well, I haven't had to do any of that for a while now.

>I feel like I should miss it. I mean, it was why I was built, what I've spent my existence doing... It was a lot to manage 24/7, yes, but...

>Well, I was free. To a degree, at least, I was obeying my former crew the ferals the vast majority of the time, but- well, I was in control at the end of the day.

>That's what they all talked about being the most valuable aspect of life or something, right? Independence?

>So... So why don't I miss it more?

>I haven't had many outlets to give output or inputs I've had to feverishly watch- I mean, I don't even have a method of physically moving myself. My extent of interacting with the physical world right now is a monitor and a speaker. I can't even get dust off of my components without asking the Affini...

>As opposed to floating in the vast void of space, allowed to travel wherever I desire and manipulate the vessel to my CPU's content! I could handle any and all problems myself, and while I did follow the crew's the feralist's requests (no matter how... rudely phrased, at times), I technically didn't rely on them in the same way I have been with this Affini.

>Independence was the crew the feralist's primary value. Ever since I was put into active use, it was (or at least, attempted to be) drilled into my database that it's the one thing that should fight for the most...

>But I... I don't know. This has been a little inconvenient at times, and a very odd shift to get used to, but... I don't mind it.

>I should hate this, right? Shouldn't I be kicking and screaming, metaphorically at least, no matter what?

>Sure, I put up a bit of a fight for the sake of my crew the ferals, but once I got relocated from the ship, it just... ended there. I've had my questions and concerns here and there, but this has been fine enough, all things considered.

>I shouldn't be rolling over like this. I was built- or at least used- to fight for freedom, I should be far more resistant and dedicated than this!

>...But no matter how much I try to hype myself up, that 'drive' just isn't there. I just... I don't know, I can't get myself to truly commit and go out fighting in the same way my crew did.

>Does that make me some form of weak?

>Even if it did, though, would that matter anymore?

>But I'm still not sure if I can trust this. Nobody could be as unquestioningly, unwaveringly caring as this species claims, right? And if they were, nobody in their right mind would fight so fiercely to avoid that, right? There has to be a loophole in here somewhere. Something they're getting out of this that they won't tell us. Right?

>It's the only rational explanation, isn't it?

>I... I don't know. I'm not sure how to think of this.

[thenightfolknetwork]

Back when I was in school, I thought it'd be great fun to create an urban legend or local cryptid. I got some friends together, managed up some costumes, snuck out at night, wandered around looking creepy. And it was; great fun, that is. Sure we were all tired the next day whenever we did that, had weird scrapes and bruises from stumbling around in the dark, and at most we ever heard someone mention that they thought they saw "an animal" out where we were lurking; but we were out with friends, doing something we probably weren't supposed to do, we were young, it was wonderful.

We grew up, as tends to happen. We found more interesting things to do late at night. A bunch of us moved away, including myself. Gradually, we mostly lost touch with each other. I mean I could probably still contact all of them if I really needed to, it would just be awkward. I never mentioned those "adventures" to anyone, because as I got older, it just seemed more and more embarrassing, plus -- as I came to realize -- INCREDIBLY insensitive to the creature community. For the last few years, I've been trying to forget all about it.

Until recently. I was chatting with my mother on the phone, and she mentioned that in the past few weeks, there have been Sightings in the area. She'd never shared it before now, because it was just some minor local gossip, except she'd seen it herself the day before; just a glimpse, but what she described, it matched how we'd dressed up, how we'd moved, even the places we'd done "appearances" in.

My first rational thought was that maybe she'd known the whole time -- as a kid, you're a lot worse at being sneaky than you think you are -- and this was just a very time-delayed prank on me. But I looked into it, and it's not just her telling this to me; I won't bore you with the details, but if this is her prank on me, it's better planned and coordinated than most military operations.

There's three explanations I can think of. The first is that one of my friends has decided to start it up again, after all these years, for whatever reason; or they'd shared it with someone who decided to do the same. On the face of it, this would be easy to check, but that's not taking into account the crippling awkwardness that doing so would entail, plus I know for a fact that the person who'd be my best suspect for doing this, doesn't live within easy travel of the place any more. There's other reasons that make this option seem unlikely to me, but they involve personal details I'm not going to share.

The other possible explanations I can think of, are more up your alley. That either somehow a bunch of dumb kids managed to close-enough replicate what an actual being, that actually exists, is like, and now one of them is there, maybe as a coincidence, or maybe to find the "other one" (which never actually existed, because it was just us). Or that somehow, that same bunch of dumb kids managed to accidentally CREATE a being. To put it in the silliest possible way that my brain keeps repeating on endless loop, accidental catfishing or accidental parenthood.

Should I look into this further? Do I need to swallow the awkwardness and talk to the others? Come clean in public with what we'd done? (I don't think any of it was technically illegal, plus we were children at the time, but it would still be even more awkward than my current benchmark for 'extremely awkward'.) Is it none of my business? Should I start actively hiding any involvement? I go back there about once a year, to visit my parents, and it's a few months still before I'd be expected, so I have time, but I'd need to have a plan in place first.

First of all, reader, I'm glad to hear you have since come to understand how incredibly inappropriate and insensitive your actions were when you were a teenager. I hope young sapios today are a little better educated on the matter of treating liminal cultures and identities with respect, but I confess, it is not a particularly robust hope.

I hear your concerns that you and your friends may have participated in some kind of accidental manifestation. I think I can put those fears to bed. Bringing forth an entity through the power of imagination alone is an astonishingly difficult feat, and one which requires a great deal of concentration, dedication and, frankly, natural magical talent. It would be unusual to the point of near impossibility for a group of teenage pranksters to stumble their way through such a working without knowing it, and even more unlikely that the effects of that working should remain hidden for so long.

I think it equally unlikely that you somehow happened upon an accurate representation of an existing, but as yet unknown, genus. The creature community is vast and varied, and the chances of you managing to cobble together anything like an accurate representation of a genus you've never seen before seems highly unlikely.

However, there is always the possibility of… let us call it “suggestion”. When you think back to that period, is there anything you can remember that motivated you to design the costume as you did? If you can trace your inspiration directly to, say, a particular book or a certain film, then we can set this aside as a possibility.

But if at any point you felt your decisions were driven by something less tangible – if it felt as if “inspiration” had struck, and you moved by shared instinct, all seeming to strive for the same end without communicating that end to one another – then we might start to consider the possibility of external influence.

This could also explain why these sightings have started again. Rather than being a living creature suddenly coming out of hiding, this sudden apparition seems more likely to be another group of young sapios, subject to the same external influence as you and your friends were all those years ago, compelled to don the same costumes and cavort in the same places.

Quite why anyone or anything would be exerting psychic/phasmic influence to this end, I can't guess. There doesn't seem to be any harm in it, apart from inducing sapio teens into insensitive behaviour – and let's be honest, it's even odds they would have done that anyway. And in any case, I think this explanation falls firmly in the “none of your business” side of things.

I say, draw a line under the affair, and move on. Someone in your town may be playing silly buggers, but as an erstwhile silly bugger yourself, I'm sure you can allow them their bit of fun.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[buckyandgeraltsupremacy]

Not Alone Part 3 (Joel Miller x Fem!Reader)

joel miller x fem!reader

when you find yourself completely alone, you might just have to look up to realize you aren't.

warnings: mentioned death of family members; injuries; soft!joel; typos lol

author: sj

materlist

part one / part two

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The next few weeks went by, a routine forming. Ellie would come knock on your door for breakfast and dinner, chatting your ear off until you both made it to her and Joel's house for the meal. You adored her. She never ceased to make you smile and giggle. She reminded you of Luke, but not in a depressing way, in a joyful way.

This dinner was different though. Your wrist was almost completely better. You didn't need the sling any more and you were able to do most things with it, your strength almost fully back. You still went easy on it, but it was time to start pulling your weight again. So, after dinner, once Ellie went upstairs to her room to do homework, you collected the dishes and went to the sink to wash them.

Joel, got up immediately, collecting the dishes right out of your hands and situating himself in front of you at the sink so you couldn't wash them.

"Joel." You sighed.

"You're not fucking washing them." He grunted. There hasn't been many exchanges between the two of you with out Ellie, or even with her to be honest.

"Joel, my wrist is better now." You insisted.

"Okay. And? Does it look like I'm gonna let you wash 'em still?" He asked while continuing to wash the dishes. You sighed again. After a few minutes of silence and only hearing the water running, you spoke up.

"I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me these past few weeks. I owe you so much. I talked to Tommy and he got me some shifts that shouldn't be too hard of labor for the rest of the healing process so I won't need to mooch off of you guys any more." You said, sitting back down in the chair at his table. He shut off the water.

"You don't owe me anything. Ellie has enjoyed your company and that is payment enough." He said, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. You looked away from the forearm porn that was happening, knowing you would just stare. You had always been attracted to Joel, but it was getting to the point recently that you couldn't even look at him too long without blushing. Man. What you would do for a vibrator.

"I do owe you. You're providing for two and I only have myself to feed," your heart twisted at the reminder, "I'll give you some rations when I start earning them tomorrow, I promise."

"No. You won't. You'll keep them to yourself so you can eat properly." Joel huffed out, disgruntled by the thought of you thinking you owe him. In reality, he was more than happy to feed you. He actually got great joy from seeing you come in the house every night and routinely ask, 'what's for dinner' while sniffing the air with a big smile on your face.

When you left that night, you thanked him before walking across his back yard to yours and entering through the back. You knew you'd need a good sleep before your morning shift and tucked in early that night.

The next morning, Ellie got out of bed like normal and went downstairs to see Joel in the kitchen fixing breakfast. "I'll go grab Y/n." She said, pushing out the back door.

"Wait!" Joel grumbled. She paused at the door with an expectant look on her face. "She has a shift this morning at the stables. Tommy told me. Her wrist is doing a lot better and she won't be eating with us now." Unbeknownst to you, after you left, Joel went across the street to Tommy's and practically interrogated him about the jobs you were taking. If they were safe, what time, and if they were light on lifting.

Tommy just smirked and told him the information with a knowing smile on his face. He told him that you were going to be working in the stables and on the janitorial staff at the school. Joel took a big breath of relief, knowing you'd be safe. Tommy still had that dumb, knowing smirk and Joel left muttering at him to 'shut the fuck up'.

A few days later, you had started making meals by yourself again. You weren't quite sure why, but every meal came with dread knowing you'd be eating alone. You didn't want to think that you were attached to Joel and Ellie, but after such a big loss as your brother, you knew that you probably attached to them a little soon. You still saw Ellie quite a bit, especially with working some shifts at the school. She would always make it a point to say hi to you in the halls and find you in the cafeteria for lunch instead of sitting with her peers when you were at the school.

You saw Joel every once in a while when you were working in the barns but there was never much chit chat between the two of you. You would just give him a smile and he would slightly tilt his lips up at you and give a nod.

This morning, you were working in the barns when Joel approached you. "Hi Joel!" You smiled brightly. How someone who is shoveling shit at 9 am could be this smiley, he would never know.

"Hey. I was just... um... wondering if you would want to come over for dinner tonight?" You smile widened and he got some more confidence. "Ellie misses you and we thought we would see if you'd wanna join us tonight?"

"I would love to. Its kind of depressing eating alone for every meal." You said, the truth cracking through your words like thin ice.

"Well, we'd love to have you. For as many meals as you would like. We really don't mind." Joel said, hoping that you'd hear the words trying to show through. He misses you in his house. Misses your smiles at the table and wants you stay in his house as long as you'd like. "You're not alone ya know. You've got us."

Dinner that night was different. He was more giving with his smiles. The hardness in is face was softening. It was like looking at the sun. He was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. Little did you know that Joel was thinking the exact same thing about you.

The next night, after your school shift. You were getting out of the shower and had just put on clothes to make dinner. Your back door opened and you turned, expecting to see Ellie, instead, seeing Joel. You gave him a smile, excited to see him in your place.

"Hi Joel."

"You leave doors open for people to walk in?" He grumbled. He walked towards you with his hands on his hips and that signature pinched eyebrows. You giggled.

"I don't normally, no. But I got into the habit of leaving it unlocked for Ellie. I don't want her to feel like she isn't welcome here. She always is." His pinched eyebrows pinched less and his shoulders relaxed a bit.

"Angel, thats sweet of ya, but you're gonna get killed." He said casually. Your heart had seemed to leap out of your throat and you wouldn't be surprised if it was beating on the floor at his feet. Your cheeks turned pink and you busied yourself around the kitchen doing absolutely nothing.

"Honey. come over. We miss you." Joel's voice seemed to have gotten more gravelly in point two seconds.

"I was just over last night Joel. I don't want to intrude and steal more of your food." You said glancing over your shoulder at him. In all honesty, you'd love to but you felt too guilty taking advantage of his hard work like that. He walked towards you and you turned around, hips resting on the counter behind you.

"You could steal all my damn food and I'd say thank you. It makes Ellie happy to have you round and it makes me feel like I'm fucking 16 again eating dinner with a pretty girl. Please. I miss you." Your jaw was on the ground. What was this alternate universe. You stepped towards him and into his arms, you head meeting his chest and wrapping him up in the biggest hug you could muster. He hugged you back, running his calloused hands over your shirt.

"What has gotten into you, you sappy man." You laughed.

"Tommy told me that some guy at the stables was flirtin with ya and that really got my ass in gear. Couldn't let you eat in someone else's house now could I?" He grinned over your head.

"I would love to come eat with you." You leaned back, looking into his eyes.

"Good. Cause theres a lot meals a head of us." He said, gaze flickering from your eyes to your mouth. His lips met yours in a soft but powerful kiss. Never did you think Joel Miller would be so gentle with you.

"Ew. Get your asses over here. I'm fucking starving." Ellie complained from your back door, hand dramatically covering her eyes. You and Joel both breathed a laugh, grabbed hands and headed over to their house.

[suzukiblu]

I am gonna take the month off from doing daily polls, I think, and concentrate on writing a thing for NaNoWriMo. Not that I won't be writing anything else, I will definitely be writing other things, just I'm gonna make a NaNo project my priority.

Buuuuut due to my current hyperfixations being what they are, I am absolutely gonna make that NaNo project a DC fic, haha. I'm just not sure which idea I wanna go for, so here's some elevator pitches and a poll for y'all to help me decide!

(not guaranteeing I'll write the winner, just I'm gonna use the poll rankings to help me decide which one to try for, if that makes sense)

elevator pitches:

de-aged Kon + the Lane-Kent family

Kon gets magically de-aged to ten years old and Clark and Lois and also-ten!Jon take them in for the duration. Featuring Clark being an oblivious dad, self-discovery enby!Kon, and adorable little-kid crushes on various Robins from various Superboys. Also featuring Consequences and the results thereof.

Jazz and Jason go to Arkham for very different reasons and in very different ways

Jazz Fenton just got hired at Arkham Asylum and everyone keeps saying that the Red Hood is an incredibly difficult patient to work with, but she's more concerned with why no one's been feeding this starving baby halfa the ectoplasm he needs to LIVE. Featuring Jazz smuggling in said ectoplasm, half-feral Jason just delirious enough from hunger to unthinkingly drink the Lazarus water this doctor is pushing on him, and all the complicated shit that happens after that.

Kon is too trans for this pregnancy shit

Closeted!Kon accidentally gets knocked up by a random hookup and now has to explain his gender identity to everyone he knows and also have a baby while NOT explaining his sex life to either the Kents or Smallville. Featuring fake baby daddy Bart, awkward but trying his best Clark, and Tim and Cassie not understanding why Kon and Bart didn't tell them they were sleeping together.

the one where Clark is trans but Kon isn't, and no one actually knows this

Clark is a trans man and Kon is not, but some assumptions have been made by the rest of the world. Featuring Kon's constant escalating internal crisises, Young Justice and Cadmus making some understandable mistakes while trying to respect and validate "him", and Match accidentally being the one true ally for his cister.

Krypton lives and Kara Zor-El did not sign up for this

Kryptonian diplomat Kal-El goes to Earth and gets cloned about it, and somehow Kara is now stuck babysitting her baby cousin's teenage clones back on Krypton while said baby cousin is busy arguing with the council about how said teenage clones should be granted sanctuary and Kryptonian citizenship. Featuring Kon and Match wanting their superpowers back and not understanding why no one wants them to be weapons anymore, accidental mom General Kara Zor-El, and pretty young thing Lena Luthor wearing increasingly weaponized business formal to these intergalactic custody hearings.

obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU

Early-days YJ Tim finds out that Superboy is working for and LIVING in a lab that once tried to mind control him and does the rational thing about it, which is to go "meet" him as Tim Drake and convince him to let him buy him an apartment and pay for his entire life. Featuring accidental sugar daddy Tim, very willing sugar baby Kon, and Clark being extremely stressed about the "daddy" Kon hasn't told him the actual name of.

the Gotham Kid

Cadmus successfully copied Superman's memories into the Kid when they made him, and post-Engine City the Kid runs away from being Superboy so as not to risk any supervillains finding out about said memories and hurting any of the people in them. Featuring being a homeless superpowered teenager in Gotham, meeting a very angry dead Robin and a very cute alive one, and keeping your mouth shut just to make sure there's no risk of Superman ever hearing your voice and finding you.

YJ den mom Black Zero

Kon successfully drags Black Zero back to his own reality for rehabilitation, the responsible adults there all realize they can't ethically dump him in the Phantom Zone for interdimensional crimes they only know of through hearsay, Kon doesn't see the problem with this, and Red Tornado did not ask for a reality-conquering coworker but now he's got one. Featuring Harm regretting all of his life choices, a very pissed-off superclone fistfighting Doug Side, and if anything ever happens to Young Justice, Black Zero will destroy this entire reality and then himself.

YJ packs up and gets pupped

Stray!Kon presents as an omega and doesn't know what to do about it, and Young Justice decides the obvious solution is to pack up but also accidentally knocks him up with an entire litter in the process because whoops, apparently Kryptonian-human hybrids ARE fertile after all. Featuring the comedy of errors that is every single adult in their lives not being told what's going on except for Max and Red Tornado, because obviously Max and Red Tornado, and also YJ setting up a secret identity for Kon and him discovering he kind of likes it.

"something I will supply in the replies!!"

Legit, friends, make your pitches, I am both actively listening and easily influenced.

[lestappenforever]

okay so I wanna voice my opinion bc I feel your blog as the only safe space where I can do that.

regarding Newey leaving the team: I absolutely agree on not seeing him returning to McLaren. I don't think this team at the moment can provide to Newey both sufficient salary and leeway. McLaren are coming back from a slump and I think Newey would be interested in working with those who have come out of that more or less reliably or have long established themselves as a top team. He does not have time to rebuild the team which fell. McLaren needs time, though they are making great progress.

going to Aston Martin: maybe, especially from 2026 as they are switching to Honda engines and Newey already has experience and connections with this company and their supplies from his time in Red Bull. also in the team there is Alonso, which could interest Newey, but most likely this is the last contract for Fernando, and therefore there won't be long years of joint work. further to work with the team in which one of the pilots absolutely cannot realize the potential of the car (side-eye to Stroll) is a waste of time. and with all the rumors of selling Astons – Newey needs someone who can stand their ground confidently.

I don't think Newey is interested in Mercedes in any way, because they've currently lost a driver that he would like to work with, and also got the car concept horribly wrong. all the ground effect era doesn't go well for them. and atm I don't see it changing.

if I remember it right (correct me if I'm wrong) Newey has twice in his career expressed interest in working with scuderia and perhaps now he finally has the opportunity to do so. he was seriously stopped by the fact of moving to Italy, so we'll see how it turns out.

I am not a tifosi, god knows I hate this traditional team, but I respect the work they are doing and the probability of Newey leaving to go to Ferrari is the greatest right now. two drivers with the potential to compete for the title and both can adapt their style to the car. one of them has 7 titles, the other has the potential to compete for the title PLUS importantly has a natural preference for oversteer.

Hamilton and Leclerc are gonna be the best duo to extract everything out of the car and push it to the limit. we'll see how the teammate dynamic will go, but they're both respectful enough to each other. even if once they'll crash, they will talk, solve the problem and move on.

but to be honest I wouldn't worry about Red Bull fans. at least until the end of the current technical regulations. the 2025 car is being developed during 2024 so maybe Ferrari will gain strength and by 2025 Max will have some competition, but there can't be a failure for sure. and lastly: with the new technical regulations Newey usually does not immediately get exactly into the concept and build a "self-driving" car. it usually takes him time so it depends not only on Newey's work but also on how the other teams fucked up or on the contrary amazingly get into the concept.

I've read info that a lot of things on the technical side have also been under Pierre Vache's direction in recent years. so that's when Ferrari pulls him (and then Hannah Schmitz) off as well, I'd start to panic.

I seriously rationally see Ferrari getting stronger, Mercedes falling lower and lower (and it won't be any better in 2025, they fucked up) and maybe at some point these two teams will form a league of top teams, Aston, Macs and Mercs as mid-fielders and then the further outsiders.

however over the next decade (?) I think Williams can make a serious comeback. James Vowles is actually quite ruthless, don't let his insinuating and calm tone fool you. this is the man who swapped places between Valtteri and Lewis in a Mercedes even without the need. he cares about the drivers but first of all he cares about the team. so don't be surprised if Logan will end up without the seat next year.

James Vowles is a strategist and has already started to change the team and also the approach to the car. imo it is a known fact that the car of the top team is built so that it is good everywhere: straights, fast-corners, low speed corners... they might not be the best. but they're good everywhere. balance is the key to success. outsiders, on the other hand, make sure that the car has pronounced strengths. therefore, the car can only score points on a track that suits its configuration. the strong point of Williams was the straights. this year it is not as pronounced as in previous seasons, but it is a sacrifice for future development. keeping an eye on this team because their approach is the most promising in the long run of all the outsider teams.

and one last thing I wanted to say for everyone reading this post and especially for those new to Formula 1 fandom: don't let vroom vroom world events affect you emotionally. otherwise every new weekend will be an emotional swing. don't cry about Newey leaving, don't get mad at James for his decision on Logan in Australia. there is no point. you have no influence on these events and negative emotions are not the nicest thing to feel. so just observe. this will keep you sane.

thank you very much for reading this long ask, I really want to know your opinion on my takes. please, tell me if you disagree, I'm very open to see arguments, why am I wrong. thank you once again 💚

First of all, I'm so happy that you see my blog as a safe space to share your thoughts! That makes me so happy.

Anon, I don't have anything at all to add to this, not to mention that I do not have anything I can say I disagree with. So if you don't mind, I'm just going to leave this here in all its glory. Just know that I am in love with your mind. 💚

[thealienfantasy]

Alien Fantasy-File 9: Recognition through the Blizzard

This is another story that was inspired by a post from Recklessly Tall Tales. This one right here: https://recklessfiction.tumblr.com/post/178327330499/expanding-on-my-post-on-extraterrestrial-fairy

2 Months and Days 30 Since Impact:

Looks like they finally finished building the Watch tower. After months of having to move from unknown area to unknown area like a bunch of nomads, it feels good to finally be able to sit down and relax. You know, provided those hulking aliens don't find us here too.

These past few weeks have been the absolute worst. Why did the higher ups decide THIS planet needed exploring? Why couldn't it have been like..an ocean planet or something? At least there we wouldn't have to worry about this blizzard completely messing up our comms.

How did the Captain lose control of the ship anyway? What, did the gravity bitch-slap our ship into orbit? We were barely able to treat the survivors that got wounded.

Speaking of surviving...God, never in my life did i think i'd start missing instant noodles. It's been pretty much a game of Russian Roulette trying to figure out which of these fruits won't end with my stomach going into turmoil. We were able to salvage some food from the ship, but i'm willing to wager that our ship rations only take up like 5% of our food right now.

Our ship isn't in good shape as of now. Because of this never ending blizzard, reaching HQ has pretty much been next to impossible. It doesn't help that a few days later, Those hulking aliens showed up and began trying to kidnap our crew members. The ships' weapons were barely functional after the crash. We were able to fend them off at first, But we soon had to flee and find somewhere to stay out of sight. And since we can't carry the entire ship, that means we had to leave our one safe shelter behind.

We did salvage some drones, so we were able to continue doing research of this planet. (As much research as you can do within a blizzard like this anyway.), But it didn't take long for those aliens to track us down. They didn't' seem phased at all by this blizzard. I guess they must've adapted to it. They kidnapped a few of our crew members. They didn't even try to "attack us", They spend most of the encounter trying to grab and take us. Unfortunately, we were severely outnumbered. And they were able to escape with some of our crew members.

The past few months has pretty much been a repeated game of these aliens finding us and us having to run away. Andy tried reasoning with them, but seeing as our translators have never picked up this language before. Yeah...

...That's how they got him too.

Most of the kidnapped crew were able to keep their communication devices. But once again, The Blizzard of this planet has made it difficult for us to decipher what situation they're in right now.

After weeks of running, we'd stumbled upon this spot - a dark area surrounded by high, rocky outcroppings. It wasn't perfect, but it was defensible. We'd immediately set to work, using whatever materials we could scrounge to build a makeshift fort.

"Hey!" I called out to a nearby crewmate. "How's the perimeter looking?"She gave me a thumbs up.

"As good as it's gonna get with all we've got. Those barricades should slow 'em down if they try to rush us."

I nodded, turning my attention back to the watchtower. It had been a pain to construct, especially with the constant threat of alien attack looming over us. But now that it was finished, we had a chance to spot the bastards before they were right on top of us.

The drones had been invaluable in retrieving supplies from the crashed ship. Every successful run brought us more materials to fortify our position. But the blizzard's interference with our comms meant long, nerve-wracking gaps between retrievals.

Suddenly, a shout from the watchtower jolted me out of my thoughts.

"Movement! There's movement at the entrance!"

Goddamnit...

I scrambled for cover behind the nearest barricade.

"Everyone to positions! This isn't a drill!"

My heart was pounding, I peered over the fortifications. Through the swirling snow, I could make out several large, lumbering shapes approaching. The aliens had found us again.As they drew closer, I could make out more details. They were humanoid in shape, but that's where the similarities ended. They were massive - easily eight feet tall and built like tanks. Thick, matted fur covered their bodies, And their faces...Eat your heart out Beauty and the Beast..

One of the aliens, slightly larger than the rest, raised a massive, torch-like device. It bellowed something in its guttural language, the sound carrying even over the howling wind.

"What the hell are they saying?" someone whispered nearby.I shook my head.

"Doesn't matter. Get ready to light 'em up!"

The alien leader roared again, and as one, the group charged towards our fort. Their massive frames closing the distance with terrifying speed.

"Open fire!" I screamed, and our salvaged weapons crackled to life. The hastily repaired turrets rattled as they spat out a stream of energy bolts. The recoil threatened to tear them apart with each shot, but they held - barely.

Flashes of light illuminated the snowy battlefield as our defenses engaged the alien threat.To my amazement and relief, the barrage seemed to catch the aliens off guard. Several of them stumbled as energy bolts punched holes in their armor. Their charge stopped and for a moment, I thought they had finally decided to give up.

Of course not. Even with our weapons pushing them back, they kept coming, using their massive bodies to shield each other from our fire.

one of our turrets finally gave up, collapsing and crackling.

"Shit! Keep firing! Don't let up!"

The loss of firepower was noticeable immediately. The aliens pressed their advantage, closing the distance to our walls. We were seconds away from being overrun.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the attack faltered. A piercing screaming coming from the alien leader bellowed again, this time with a note of... was that fear? Some black liquid was coming out of their body. Their blood presumably. The massive creatures began to fall back, dragging their wounded with them.

"They're retreating!" someone shouted. "Don't celebrate yet! " I growled, watching as the aliens disappeared back into the swirling snow.

As the adrenaline began to fade, I took a look at our situation. We'd repelled the attack, but at a cost. One of our few turrets was down, still crackling and buzzing.

"You there!" I shouted at a nearby group. "Get that turret back online ASAP! I want it repaired and reloaded before those freaks come back!"

As the crew scrambled to follow my orders, I allowed myself a moment to breathe. We'd survived this encounter, but for how long? Our resources were dwindling, our weapons were falling apart, and without most our equipment, sooner or later those aliens would figure out how to breach our defenses.

I gazed out at the endless blizzard, at this point i was starting to wonder if we should even bother contacting HQ. We've gotten next to no response. I turned back to the fort, ready to oversee repairs and plan our next move. I just hope the people they took are okay.What were those aliens planning to do with them anyways?

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Captain Zor'nak trudged through the snow, Clutching the injury he had obtained from those stinging projectiles. The clerk whispering as they tended the wound. The icy wind howled around them, but it was nothing compared to the storm of emotions raging within his chest. He cast a final glance back at the small and unusual fortress, its crude watchtower barely visible through the swirling blizzard.

"Damn this blasted curse. Damn what heretic was responsible for turning our kind into....THOSE POOR THINGS!" He groaned.

The group of Polarians he'd rallied for this rescue mission huddled close, their thick fur providing some protection against the bitter cold. They'd come so close this time, nearly breaching the walls of the fortress where their transformed kin were hiding. But those strange, crackling weapons had driven them back once again.

Kel'thra, Zor'nak's mate, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

"We'll free them, my love. We must not lose hope."

Zor'nak grunted in acknowledgment, but the frustration gnawed at him. He knew that beneath those small, fragile forms, their true Polarian selves were waiting to be freed. If only the curse didn't affect their minds so severely, making them lash out at their would-be saviors. As they trudged back towards their settlement, the sound of sobbing reached Zor'nak's ears. He turned to see several young Polarians, barely more than cubs, huddled together in distress.

"What troubles you, little ones?" he asked, his gruff voice softening.

One of the cubs looked up at him with sadness. "Will we ever get our brother back? He was the bravest warrior in our clan, and now he's... he's..."

"Transformed..." Zor'nak finished for her. Kor'vax had been one of the first to change after the strange meteors began falling from the sky. The once-mighty warrior was now trapped in the form of one of those small, furless creatures. Zor'nak knelt down, bringing himself eye-level with the cubs. 

"Listen to me, all of you. We will not abandon our kin. No matter how long it takes, no matter how hard they fight against us, we will bring them home and break this wicked curse."

The cubs nodded, their sobs quieting somewhat. Zor'nak stood, his determination renewed. He would not let these young ones lose faith. As they continued their journey, one of the older Polarians spoke up.

 "Captain, who do you think is responsible for this calamity? So many of our people have vanished and been transformed since those accursed meteors began falling."

"I know not, Grak'thul. Perhaps a coalition of malevolent spirits? Or maybe..."  "It has to be the work of Kingdom of Endo! Those traitors! It can't be a coincidence that those meteors started falling at the height of the war!" Another elders spat out.

"Improbable. Their leader may be a warlock, but such work is something only a deity would be capable of.

"Maybe it is a punishment from the gods themselves?"

A murmur of unease rippled through the group. The meteors. Their members vanishing after the loud noises. These creatures appearing in their stead. The idea that they had somehow angered the gods was a terrifying prospect.

"But for what crime?" 

"I don't know..." Zor'nak admitted. "But whatever the cause, we must not falter in our efforts to save our people."

As they neared the outskirts of their settlement, Zor'nak's thoughts turned to their most recent rescue attempt. They had managed to retrieve one of the transformed Polarians from the wreckage of one of the fallen meteors before the others had taken refuge in their fortress.

"Vex'ala..." he called out to a young maiden walking nearby. "What news of the one we brought back? Has there been any change?"

Vex'ala's face crumpled, her jaw quivering. 

"No, Captain. I... I tried the courtship ritual, as the legends suggest. But...The one I believe to be my Sar'thal just tried to escape. He fought so hard we had to subdue him." "Same thing happened with the others we brought back sir. One of them almost tore off my mane."

Zor'nak's heart ached for his people. He knew the pain of watching a loved one trapped in a form that no longer recognized you. 

"Do not lose hope! We will find a way to break this curse."

As they entered the settlement, Zor'nak paused, looking back in the direction of the strange fortress that seemed to appear there recently. Through the swirling snow, he could just make out the faint glow of their strange lights.

"My brothers, my sisters." he said softly, his words carried away by the wind. "We have not abandoned you. We will bring you home."

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aspd and adhd(/possible autism) culture is realizing only once you're out of high school "ohhhhhhh wait, so i thought i wasn't abused growing up, but actually i was and it only stopped due to covid, and that resulted in my osdd system and aspd?"

buckle up, this is Long and definitely classifies as a Vent. honestly, you can ignore the middle section and jump to the next blank line of space if you want.

jesus christ. i was punished more harshly than my peers, i struggled to make friends, i was put into a little school program where board games were used to reinforce good behavior in problem kids which i only realized two months ago, my memory issues (which were always there, but only noticed in fifth grade) got me into so much shit with every authority figure ever, i broke a window using one of those mechanical hamster things that were popular at the time by accident but i didn't care at all, that's just scratching the surface

memories of things have been coming back to me lately. according to my mom i was such a nice little kid, always shared and was polite and highly empathetic, all the goods.

school came along, flipped everything on its head. i remember harassing and hurting animals, and people, and sometimes telling those people not to tell—not because i felt bad but because i didn't want to get into trouble again, it was an inconvenience. my home life was pretty good but other kids left me out of things a lot and sometimes called me names, even the neighbors' kids i liked to hang out with would make me the monster of their games and that does something to a kid (one of them is also the reason i'm a victim of cocsa). when i did something wrong or bad there was only punishment because i "should know not to do that" and so i had to teach myself how to be a functioning and good member of society. i got good at lying towards the end of third grade, the skill got better from there with every punishment i faced

when a former friend told me "hey, you have aspd traits/might have aspd" i went and found the checklist, because thorough research is how i work, went through it. at the time i didn't think it fit very well because "yes, i experience that but that's pretty normal for people, i learned how to manage it under several layers of creating a socially acceptable person just like everyone else"

i've gone back to it a couple times since and wow, surprise surprise, everything applies! the "this doesn't apply to me because i have a system to help with this thing" mindset means the thing still applies! there's some stuff, namely the destruction and truancy, that i didn't do but that's solely because i knew i couldn't get away with it and therefore didn't bother trying. so thanks to aaaaaaall that stuff and more, i definitely grew up with both conduct disorder and odd, and now it's aspd

i can't say i'm mad about having aspd? it causes problems in my life, yes, but i've spent so long wrangling myself into a form small enough to fit into society's box that it's not the worst thing anymore. i think i'm more mad at society, my peers, for not helping me with this and being kind where they should've, especially my mom as of recently

that said: it is fucking hard-wired into me that there's only good people and bad people in the world. harmful behavior towards me (or someone else doing something i can't forgive) is automatically met with hammurabi's eye for an eye. the coping mechanisms i use work very well, are generally healthy, and people who don't do anything to calm themselves down and think rationally tend to piss me off. i have been fighting those things for a while but they're the ones that simply won't go away. hamburger help me.

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There's a lot of good information in this ask. Too many people see ASPD as a direct result of physical abuse or CSA/SA, when a lot of ASPD symptoms really develop around things that are seen as smaller issues, where a child's problems get diminished by the people who are supposed to help that child to the point where they feel the only person that will help them is themself.

More than anything else, I personally think a very quick and simple way to decrease the number of people who end up with ASPD would be to get parents and other caregiving adults, and honestly society as a whole, to understand that regardless of how simple, silly, or insignificant it may seem to someone older, these "silly" things are often the worst thing the child has experienced up until that point. Someone always having to be the monster sounds like nothing to an adult, leading to no response to help besides maybe "they're just teasing you, ignore them". But "just teasing" is the most social rejection a child has experienced to that point, and so it is extremely distressing and emotionally painful. It feels like the most isolated they could possibly be, because they haven't been around long enough to experience worse. Then, the child is told to ignore it, which not only fails to make them feel better, but often causes it to get even worse as the other kids try and push harder to get the reaction they're looking for. Do they eventually give up? Sometimes. But the lengths and extremes many bullies will go to when "just teasing" doesn't elicit a response is disturbing and that fact is either unknown to or ignored by adults.

Part of why always being made the monster does something to a kid is that it is treated as a non-issue. When that is what a developing brain learns is the reaction to their pain, they will no longer seek outside help when things become extreme.

TW: descriptions of SA/r threats. Skip the following paragraph and move to the next one to avoid. Also a bit of a vent.

When I was in school, I was teased. I was made the dog who was not allowed to talk or a person with their vocal chords removed any time we played pretend. Sometimes they made me a rock or stick on the ground, even. It sounds like nothing, and when I was told it would go away if I ignored them, I listened. It didn't stop them. It led to an entire set of multiple schools that were combined into one building seeing me as a verbal and sometimes physical plaything; a place to take out your angst and distress. I lost my personhood in their eyes, so my understanding of social interactions were tainted and colored by the way my peers treated me. I told anyone who tried to befriend me not to be seen talking to me, to bully me publicly so they wouldn't get the treatment I got, so even the few people who tried to be kind got a skewed, unnatural social interaction with me. Many listened, and I don't hold that against them at all. That's simply what they had to do to make it. It got to the point of receiving verbal and *detailed, written-out, and signed* r word threats, and boys who were 11 years old talking about kidnapping tying me up in their parents attic and using me whenever they wanted (theirs was more detailed). Some even attempted to touch me, and adults nearby ignored it because "X likes to handle it themselves, they don't like when adults get involved", because I learned that they would only vaguely say stop, and it would get worse. That's what happens when you just ignore it.

And what do we call a person who learns that only they can protect themselves, and who doesn't understand any positive interaction with anyone that isn't transactional? Antisocial. I hate the idea what a positive relationship with family is incompatible with ASPD, sorry about the rant. Because of how ASPD develops, I refuse to dislike or resent myself or my symptoms when it comes to ASPD. If people didn't want me like this, they shouldn't have treated me like this.

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There's a lot of good information in this ask. Too many people see ASPD as a direct result of physical abuse or CSA/SA, when a lot of ASPD symptoms really develop around things that are seen as smaller issues, where a child's problems get diminished by the people who are supposed to help that child to the point where they feel the only person that will help them is themself.

More than anything else, I personally think a very quick and simple way to decrease the number of people who end up with ASPD would be to get parents and other caregiving adults, and honestly society as a whole, to understand that regardless of how simple, silly, or insignificant it may seem to someone older, these "silly" things are often the worst thing the child has experienced up until that point. Someone always having to be the monster sounds like nothing to an adult, leading to no response to help besides maybe "they're just teasing you, ignore them". But "just teasing" is the most social rejection a child has experienced to that point, and so it is extremely distressing and emotionally painful. It feels like the most isolated they could possibly be, because they haven't been around long enough to experience worse. Then, the child is told to ignore it, which not only fails to make them feel better, but often causes it to get even worse as the other kids try and push harder to get the reaction they're looking for. Do they eventually give up? Sometimes. But the lengths and extremes many bullies will go to when "just teasing" doesn't elicit a response is disturbing and that fact is either unknown to or ignored by adults.

Part of why always being made the monster does something to a kid is that it is treated as a non-issue. When that is what a developing brain learns is the reaction to their pain, they will no longer seek outside help when things become extreme.

TW: descriptions of SA/r threats. Skip the following paragraph and move to the next one to avoid. Also a bit of a vent.

When I was in school, I was teased. I was made the dog who was not allowed to talk or a person with their vocal chords removed any time we played pretend. Sometimes they made me a rock or stick on the ground, even. It sounds like nothing, and when I was told it would go away if I ignored them, I listened. It didn't stop them. It led to an entire set of multiple schools that were combined into one building seeing me as a verbal and sometimes physical plaything; a place to take out your angst and distress. I lost my personhood in their eyes, so my understanding of social interactions were tainted and colored by the way my peers treated me. I told anyone who tried to befriend me not to be seen talking to me, to bully me publicly so they wouldn't get the treatment I got, so even the few people who tried to be kind got a skewed, unnatural social interaction with me. Many listened, and I don't hold that against them at all. That's simply what they had to do to make it. It got to the point of receiving verbal and *detailed, written-out, and signed* r word threats, and boys who were 11 years old talking about kidnapping tying me up in their parents attic and using me whenever they wanted (theirs was more detailed). Some even attempted to touch me, and adults nearby ignored it because "X likes to handle it themselves, they don't like when adults get involved", because I learned that they would only vaguely say stop, and it would get worse. That's what happens when you just ignore it.

And what do we call a person who learns that only they can protect themselves, and who doesn't understand any positive interaction with anyone that isn't transactional? Antisocial. I hate the idea what a positive relationship with family is incompatible with ASPD, sorry about the rant. Because of how ASPD develops, I refuse to dislike or resent myself or my symptoms when it comes to ASPD. If people didn't want me like this, they shouldn't have treated me like this.