#I still like Flying Spaghetti Monster

[aliensareactuallycows]

To my pen pal, Leipä

I know that I knew you just for a few letters, for a month. Still, I miss you. I wish you would said your farewells.

I started to use that app. You were one of the first people I wrote. It was automatch system and your pre-written letter was sent to me. Your wild writing style, your emoji using and your seemingly great sense of humour got my attention, and I wrote back. I told about myself, asked questions and wrote reference to a series that almost no one knows, in hope you would get it, and lied that it was traditional greeting.

Of course you didn't get it, so I told you I lied. You didn't trust me since (okay, I believe you were just joking. Maybe.).

To my delight, you answered. You told something about yourself (not your real name, because not like me, you are a reasonable person and don't tell those things to a complete stranger on internet), answered my questions, and asked some.

Then we started to speak and I told you about my preferences, role models and dreams. It was nice. I always waited impatiently when I saw your letter was coming.

Then it came: lack of motivation. It's always when I download an app. For a while, I'm super into it. And then the lack of motivation just comes. I can't really influence it. Anyway, I tried to keep it up even if I sometimes forgot that the app existed. Still, I appreciated your letters, even if it took long time to write back.

We wrote few letters. You even told me your real name. But then... You send that one letter, normal letter. And I tried to answer, but like usual, it took long time. But about 3 days after that letter, your account was deactivated. I don't know what changed or why did you do it. Maybe something happened, or you just got bored to app.

But still, I would have wanted farewells. It's okay, we didn't really know each other. But I considered you as my friend. I know. I sent you like 3-5 letters maybe. Maybe it's weird. But you were, (oops I shouldn't write this in past tense) and still are, amazing as far as I can tell.

I even tried to find you from internet, but nothing. Well, if you would have wanted me to reach you, you would have warned me, but still I wanted at least hear it from you. Probably this will never reach you, but I just wanted to send this to somewhere, partly because I have this futile hope that you would read this.

(The app was Slowly if someone wants to know)

From

Your weirdo pen pal 🌼

[bitchesgetriches]

I’m a feminist and I believe STRONGLY in people’s reproductive rights above all else. I support everyone who wants to be child-free. I also really struggle with the moralizing of having/not having children though. I keep seeing people say that I’m horribly selfish for wanting to have kids. And socially, I get that it’s a backlash to child-free people being called selfish for not having them. But… I didn’t do anything to deserve that and it gets to me sometimes. I feel like it gets brushed off because I’m seen as doing what society “wants” me to do (which is … not true. I’m trans, gay, and disabled. Societal pressure discourages me from having kids). And even if I was, it would still suck to see people who are socially and politically aligned with me be unsupportive of my reproductive choices. Do you have any advice? I feel like either way I’m being pushed to sacrifice part of myself to feel at home in a social/political context.

From our article on the choice to have or not have kids:

"If you want kids, you should have kids

I firmly believe that anyone who wants to be a parent should find a way to make it happen. If that’s something that’s important to you, then by the Flying Spaghetti Monster’s noodly appendage, you must not rest until it’s a reality.

Some people find ridiculous amounts of joy and fulfillment in raising children. Even though they’d probably be richer or retire earlier if they didn’t have them. For these people, kids are the point. They’re worth it. Kid-having should not be reduced to a foolish and wasteful financial decision. And those who choose to parent deserve the respect of those of us who have chosen not to populate the Earth with future generations."

In other words: your choice should not be political. Yeah, it sucks as a childfree person to get harassed about my decision. But the point is that it is MY decision, just as yours is YOUR decision. Anyone pressuring anyone else in either direction (even if it's a reaction to being harassed themself) is being A MASSIVE FUCKWAFFLE. And you should tell them so.

ALL personal reproductive choices must be protected and validated. We must make parenthood accessible, affordable, and safe for people of all demographics, just as we must make it accessible, affordable, and safe to AVOID parenthood for people of all demographics. Anything else smacks of fucking fascist eugenics.

WHOO! This touched a nerve. I'm so angry on your behalf. Anyway, if you want more of our advice on this front, read these:

You Don’t Have To Have Kids 

The Most Impactful Financial Decision I’ve Ever Made… and Why I Don’t Recommend It

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[buniix3]

what fearsome critters is your cowboy dungeon meshi crew going to cool up?

Of course there are your standard lower level monsters:

Jackalopes that Marcille refuses to eat because of how much they look like cute rabbits. Still, Senshi prepares stew, cutlets, and other dishes with them because of how common they are in the western wilderness.

Hoop snakes that grab ahold of their own tails to roll around like stray hula hoops to get to you faster. Prepared as jerky for a nice travel snack or filleted to put in heartier dishes.

Cacti Cats that blend into their surroundings with their greenish short fur and spikey backsides. They make their nests by digging holes into saguaro or other large cacti species and rely on them for food, usually eating the fruits they grow or hunting birds and other species the fruits attract. They’re territorial and will attack adventures that get too close. To prepare, Senshi would probably pare their meat with pickled or fresh cacti fruits all roasted together to have a nice sweet and savory combo dish.

Giant Scorpions that act the same as in the show except that they lurk in abandoned animal dens and rocky patches instead of cracks in a dungeon wall.

Goofus Birds that fly backwards and hang their nests upside down with eggs that stick to the nesting so they don’t fall. These birds are hostile, but quite dumb and easy to defeat. To prepare, their meat works best in dishes you’d usually have chicken in (they taste very similar).

As for higher level monsters:

The Look Behind is a fierce opponent only skilled adventures have survived. They’re all black and it’s hard to tell what exactly you’re looking at especially with how elusive they are to the people they stalk. If the gang is ever able to defeat one, they’d probably make spaghetti with vodka-based marinara sauce, and the Look Behind meat would be ground up into meatballs.

There are others it’s just this post is already kind of long so I’ll leave it as this for now.

Shout out to @just-anarchie for showing me a cool website that I used to reference a lot of these monsters. Western mythology is so goofy especially in how things were named. Of course not everything in my interpretation is faithful otherwise I would’ve just linked the website and been done. Most changes are to make the creatures more aggressive to fit the same hostile environment of the dungeon for the west.

That website if you want to be inspired and make your own interpretations of western folk creatures: http://www.lib.lumberwoods.org/fc/agropelter.html

[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Kamaitachi

CR 13

Chaotic Evil Medium Fey

Bestiary 6, pg. 176

These wicked and fickle fey can appear just about anywhere that there's pain to be caused and lives to be ended. They appear cloaked in their Dust Devils, magical winds that whip around them at all times, carrying their little weasely bodies around like a single spaghetti noodle in a pot of boiling water. Despite how cute and silly they look, they're among the most vicious and sadistic of all Fey, maximizing the fear and agony in whatever creature crosses their path for no other reason than their own twisted amusement. What's worse is that there's almost no warning before they strike; depending on what sort of debris is in the Dust Devil, one may not see the beast within until the wind blows past them and tears the flesh from their bones.

While in their shell of wind, Kamaitachi (which I will shorten to 'itachi' from here on out) can fly at speeds of up to 120ft a round without issue, bending and twisting through the air with the ease of a barracuda in the open sea. Their sole offense is their quartet of Deadly Claws, scythe-like limbs so razor sharp that they can straight up do the Samurai Diagonal Cut at will, but more on that later, for now we'll focus on the claws themselves. Each claw deals 1d6+12 damage boosted by their constant Greater Magic Fang to hit even harder, and as previously mentioned these claws are especially deadly, critically hitting on a 19 or 20 and dealing x3 damage on a successful crit. Every blow also lacerates the target to deal 1d6 bleed damage a round, and the weapons of the Itachi are designed to flay the targets so agonizingly that a struck creature must make a DC 23 Fortitude save every time they're hit or become sickened by the pain for a round.

Able to make upwards to four of these attacks if it manages to Full-Attack, an adventuring party will rarely have to deal with that except against a foolish Itachi. It's got Flyby Attack and no reason not to use it to cut a party to ribbons bit by bit, savoring their slow and terrible demise. It can get away with this kiting behavior, too, because while a cursory glance at its stat block reveals only DR 10/Cold Iron as its primary physical defense, you have to look a little further down to realize that you're going to need to be able to fly or have a way to ground the beast to actually fight it and win, because Dust Devil automatically deflects ALL small projectiles; arrows, bolts, and bullets are utterly useless against it, and any throwing weapon has a 30% miss chance. Magical AoE, lines, cones, and rays all still work, though they have to contend with the wonder weasel's 24 Spell Resistance.

Side note because I'm legally required: If you or a loved one has ever been beaten to death by a creature with Flyby Attack, please remember to regularly apply readied actions to your party bruisers.

Anyway, these vicious weasels have another, far more horrific use for their claws than ripping someone to shreds: blackmail. As I mentioned a few paragraphs ago, Itachi can swing their cutting limbs with such speed and ferocity that the victim doesn't even realize they've been cut until the violent fey blows on them just a little too hard and they fall to pieces. Delayed Doom allows the fey to 'store' its claw hits up on any number of targets, preventing the damage, bleed, and Pain but leaving it on a trigger delay, allowing it to deal otherwise fatal damage to a creature but refrain from killing them outright.

Such unfortunate creatures are walking time-bombs, the Itachi able to cause the stored damage, bleed, and agony to blow up all at once with nothing more than a free action at any point within the next two weeks. This allows the Itachi to wring poor souls for all they're worth in the hopes that it will choose to spare their life, turning friends and family against one another or forcing victims to perform painful, humiliating, dangerous, or otherwise criminal actions at its request... only for many such victims to suddenly fall to bloody pieces anyway, as the Fey has no compulsion to honor any deal it makes.

This also means an Itachi can do a drive-by scything on someone and make them believe it missed, so it can just float in the air above them, giggling to itself as it picks the perfect moment to make their head fall off. Being hit with a Full-Attack causes, at minimum, 52 damage + 1d6 bleed, so an especially sinister DM could have one of these creatures ambush the party multiple days in a row, FA-ing them one at a time before flying off, and then once it's stored up damage on everyone over a few days, drop in and instantly take off half the party's HP with a free action. That, or fly down, hit someone a few times, then fly back into the sky and carefully wait for their HP to drop below a threshold where the Delayed Doom would kill them. Is that unfair? Yes. I only recommend this tactic if you want to be especially evil to your party!

How does it know if someone is below a specific threshold, though? Because Itachi can also cast Status at will, and frequently do so in order to keep track of interesting or amusing victims. If a victim manages to get further than 1 mile from the weasel, or is so amusing to it that it doesn't trigger Delayed Doom for 2 weeks, all the stored damage falls off harmlessly, so the weasel has a vested interest in keeping them relatively close if it wishes to prolong its suffering.

Delayed Doom also ends if the Itachi is slain, and doing so is actually a little bit simpler than it looks... if you have access to specific spells. See, the Dust Devil of a Kamaitachi gives it incredibly offense and defense, but the weasels must maintain control of the wind in order to keep its shields up. If it enters the radius of any spell which controls or alters the winds, no matter the spell's level, it must save against the spell or the Dust Devil dissipates, taking away the Itachi's fly speed, immunity to projectiles, and 6 points of its AC (lowering it from 29 to 23). Alter Winds and Control Weather are both options presented by the book itself, but with such long cast times (and Control Weather being a spell level too high for a party encountering a single Itachi besides), you may want to aim for more practical spells such as Calm Air, Tailwind, Air Geyser, or Gust/Blast of Wind, all of which either end the Itachi's flight or can easily be argued to do so.

The Itachi can still make a saving throw against the incoming inconvenience, but if it fails it has to waste its entire turn using one of its 3 castings of Control Wind on itself just to restart its Dust Devil, giving the party enough time to surround it and beat the snot out of it. Without its defensive tornado it's both less mobile and more vulnerable to being beaten into the ground... and depending on how high up it was when your party invoked the winds, it might already be damaged by the fall. I think, after all the trouble one of these little bastards can put a party through, they may take some satisfaction in seeing it hurl towards the ground, tumbling end over end like a dropped pasta noodle.

You can read more about them here.

[forthedancingandthethriving]

So I had a kind of funny idea for the eventual time travel arc;

Maybe whichever group actually goes on the adventure gets joined by past and future versions of certain characters who got dragged in by all the Time Bullshit.

Past characters: The Pre-Waluigi Arc versions of Mario, Meggy, SMG4, SMG3 and Boopkins. So 3's still evil, Meggy's still an Inkling, nobody has their redesigns, and they have the limited animation and dialogue noises of that era of the show.

Future Characters: Mario, Lily, Tari, Zach (well, Zoey by that point) and a new character; a 14-year-old Inkling girl named Tyde who was apparently taken in by Future Bob a few months ago. They're from six years in the future and are dressed like they just walked out of a metal album cover because they apparently just came off the tail end of an arc called "Deep Dish Demons and Spaghetti Metal" where Marty's Spaghetti Cultists, Toadsworth's Flying Spaghetti Monster Cultists and Papa John caused the gates of hell to open up and plunge the Mushroom Kingdom into anarchy for a few weeks.

Yes, this means there are three Marios in one place. And one of them's Mario before most of his character development.

Oooh, I like this!! I like it a lot,, (Mostly because it can add some red herrings for me). Also, the arc name "Deep Dish Demons and Spaghetti Metal" is AMAZING, I love it.

[astaldis]

May I proudly present -

My Witcher Monster MAYhem Masterlist:

Geraskier fic:

A Lesson in Prudence

"Jaskier, don't open the ...!" Geralt shouts, but it is already too late. The cast iron padlock still in his hands, Jaskier's eyes grow wide as the heavy wooden lid rises an inch by itself. Then, many tiny fingers sneak through the gap. The lid lifts several more inches into the air ...

Jaskier spends some time at Kaer Morhen. Being his usual curious self, of course, he gets into trouble and Geralt has to save his bard. (words: 854) (Jaskier Angst)

Prompts: Day 1 "Don't open the ...", Day 3 "Tiny monsters", "Pointy Teeth" and Day 7 "Isn't it cute?"

Kaer Morhen Witcher fic:

Die, Monster, Die

"Die, you mother-fucking monster! Will you finally die?" Lambert roars, yet the monster seems to have other plans. For the umpteenth time it reassembles its scattered fragments and attacks again. Damn!

While the "Girls" are not at home, the Witchers are attacked by a very strange monster, one they have never encountered, heard of or read of before. A monster that stubbornly refuses to die. (words: 1,623) (Lambert Whump, Friendship)

Prompt: Day 6 "Die, Monster, Die"

Cahir/Gallatin fic:

Yet Another Save

Finally spring has come and Gallatin is out hunting. Alone. Not a good idea in these times of contempt ... (words: 2,689) (Gallatin Whump, Friendship)

Prompt: Day 3 "Necrophage"

Hansa fics:

Smelly Goo Loves Company (or: Lucky that the bard brought plenty of soap)

While collecting firewood, Angoulême has an encounter with a creature that could easily have gone wrong. Fortunately, she is not alone. (words: 847) (Adventure, Friendship)

Prompts: Day 1 "Paralysed", Day 2 "Run!", Day 5 "Swamp Monster" 

Something In The Water:

It is spring and Milva wants to have a bath. Yet, something goes terribly wrong. Lucky that she has her Hanza, and especially one Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy. (words: 1,875) (Milva Whump, Friendship)

Prompts: Day 2 "Bulging Eyes", Day 3 "Necrophage", Day 5 "Fuck, there's another one" and Day 6 "Surrounded"

Not A Good Place To Stay The Night ...

Forced off the main road south by advancing Nilfgaardian troops, Geralt and his weird company find themselves inside a dark, eerie forest, and night is falling soon. (words: 5,530) (Cahir Whump, Friendship)

Warning: Better do not read if you are afraid of spiders!

Prompts: Day 1 "Paralysed", Day 2 "Vampire", Day 4 "Hairy Legs" & Picture prompt, Day 5 "Too Many Limbs", Day 7 "Creepy Crawlies", Alt. "Bat out of Hell"

What would you do if ...?

One day in the fairytale Duchy of Toussaint, while Anarietta and Fringilla have to attend the bachelorette party of a relative, all the members of Geralt's Hansa are spending a rare evening together in the kitchen of Beauclair Castle, playing games and having fun. Well, at least some of them are having fun. (words: 666) (crackfic)

Alt. prompt: "Flying Spaghetti Monster"

This Is Not A Chicken Egg!

On their travels through Riverdell, Jaskier finds a strange egg. It is just about to hatch, but what the hell is it? And what the fuck does it have to do with Emhyr var Emreis? (words: 1,356) (crackfic, Pikachu/Emhyr mentioned)

Prompts: Day 3 "Tiny Monsters" and Day 7 "Isn't it cute?"

Pikachu/Emhyr fics:

Electrical Attraction

Emhyr's sexuality is a very secret secret that not even Dijkstra has been able to uncover. Maybe it is better for the spy master's mental health that he hasn't. Caution: Mental health hazard. Uncover Emhyr's most secret secret at your own risk. (words: 100) (crackfic)

Prompt: Day 2 "My Beloved Monster"

A Weighty Decision

Ciri and Emhyr have to make a weighty decision that might forever change the fate of the Empire. For the better or worse? Who knows ... (words: 600) (crackfic)

Prompt: Day 7 (lyrics) "Cheerful, cheerful/Furry, happy monsters feeling glad"

Witcher Geralt fic:

A Pet For The Witcher

Geralt happens upon an old acquaintance of his who is doing something he does not like - at all. He does, however, like a lot what comes of this unexpected reunion.

Prompt: Day 4 "Were-"

[trans-bastard-dude]

they’ve all moved on… my ex partner has blocked me on discord, and my ex girlfriend (who i still have feelings for because she was the first person to love me for me) has found someone else to date. look, i don’t care what religion any of yall follow. pick any god or adjacent being, God, eros, st valentine, venus, asmodeus, hathor freyja, lada, the flying spaghetti monster, a tree you like, yourself if that’s your thing, i don’t care, just please… someone pray for me to have a good relationship that lasts for once…

i know i’m just a kid… i’m 17… but i still wanna be loved and in a relationship that lasts… i feel like a dog no one wants to keep. it’s like im grasping for something i can’t get but crave like drugs.

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Yandere Sebastian x Mina (OC) - Glory Be Thy Goddess 🌟

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Word Count: 2,251 words

Scenario: Yandere Sebastian is so madly in love with Mina that even in the calmest of moments his mind never seems to be tame about her.

Includes: yandere and/or possessive canon character, OC character, first point of view from Sebastian.

Thank you for commissioning! It's so highly appreciated lovely! ✨

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I need her so bad.

It's a constant thought that's on my mind these days. As.. much as I've been trying to hide it; to keep it together when in the presence of her, I can't seem to stop thinking about Mina. At any point.

I remember the first time I laid eyes on her; the way the sunlight seemed to hit her like a halo around an Angel and I knew I was a demon and that's exactly why I just had to have her. To keep her all to myself, to stake my claim on her to I could experience her perfection as much as he wanted and whenever he wanted.

The thought of anyone else approaching her was enough to piss me off, to send me into a sour mood that could stick for the whole days. I never feel right without her; it's gotten to the point where I can't imagine not waking up at her side, not being there for every beck and call she could ever make for me.

Mina is mine.

I say it all the time; I've been saying it even before I was fully aware of it.. glaring heatedly whenever someone seemed to approach her with interest and not the kind that seemed friendly either… with the silly belief that they could possibly be a better mate for her than I am and I've come to realize that that was as foolish as believing in the flying spaghetti monster or something like elves or whatever…

Silly; because Mina doesn't see them like she seems to see me.

Even so, I can still get annoyed… irritated, when someone bothers us but the way Mina smiles at me, the way she feels when our hands graze each other… the way her voice sounds whenever she allows me to hear and listen to her.

The only people I can stand being around her are Sam and Abigail and even then sometimes… sometimes I can't help but want so much more.

To steal her away, to run away together and I've even come to really… enjoy being outside with the help of her.

She's so insanely bright, like a million twinkling stars in the shy and I love it so, so much even when I hate how it I'm not the only one it seems to draw in.

I can't stand it.

The idea of someone seeing her and seeing what I see; an angel so pure, too pure for this world… pisses me off and bad.

They wouldn't know how to treat her, not like I knew how to.

Sometimes when someone seems to take her in for just a little too long, or smirk just a tad too mischievously at her I gently grab hold of her but I’m stern as well. Wrapping my arm around her shoulders or waist because she's mine and I like people knowing that especially because seeing their surprised faces was only just enough to stop me from wringing my fingers around their throats. It's interesting really; the way being around Mina has only managed to bring out parts of me that feel so fucking alive. I love Sam and Abigail but even with that I've always felt like something or someone was still missing and after so much time… I'm more than confident that that person is Mina.

She's so cute, so extravagant and I need her…

So, so bad.

I need her all the time and even though we've been together for months now all I can do is find myself so deeply infatuated with her that I wonder if she even knows how much I crave her.

In some ways it pisses me off; the fact that I can't wake up a single day without the thought of her smile being the first thing on my mind or the way that when she's not around all I can do is think about her, where she was… her smiles as she tells silly little jokes, the way her eyes twinkled when I speak to her and called her name, or the way her hand feels on mine when we lay together and cuddle.

I'm moving even before I can really even help myself; standing up from the seat I've been sitting in for the last handful of minutes in her home while she happily hums and washes dishes. I look over to the stove and the smell of something both savory and sweet reminds me of the fact that right now it was just me and her in here.. in the home that we'll hopefully grow many precious and beautiful children in. Never before had I thought I'd even dream of such a thing, having children of any sort but ever since we've gotten together it's been a growing thought in the back of my head. Every time I look at her these days all I can wonder is where we'll be years from now and I'm so so happy with the many different possibilities that I'll be damned if someone tries to take her from me.

“Sebastian?” She suddenly speaks and I perk like a dog being called by its precious owner.

I've been so lost in thought that I've been staring.

She looks over her shoulder at me, that smile that I fall in love with over and over again is showing on her lips that I just so desperately love to kiss. With the little giggle she seems to give a moment after it's clear that she's managed to pick up on the fact that I've only been so quiet for the last handful of minutes because I was taking her in; consuming the energy she always seemed to have more and more of… always giving looks that made his heart rush in his chest even after all this time.

I need her.

She has to have my child…

I want it so bad it's killing me and before I even realized it.. I was standing behind her, eyes bright as I looked down at her back before reaching over slowly. I hug her, wrapping my arms slowly around her soft waist and then humming lowly as I lean in and gently press my face against her shoulder blade to give it a nuzzle. The sound of her letting out a scoffed laugh makes my head spin and butterflies brew in my gut as my arms carefully tighten around her.

I take my time; pressing snuggly against my head and gently running my lips along her smooth and tasty skin. As my arms hug her I can't seem to help the way the feeling of her makes my cock stiffen. It's the spell she has on me and the spell I happily take every time she's around. She sucks in a breath, moving her head and tilting it to give me some more room and oh how sweet of her.

I waste no time moving even closer; the gentle tracings of my lips on her skin turning into sweet kisses.

I'm fucking losing it.

I need her.

I move my hands up and greedily cup her breasts, fondling her just the way I’ve come to know she likes, gentle kisses turning into nips, my teeth grazing her skin and fuck the way she seems to loosen, weaken, in my arms knowing well that I’ll hold her easily no matter what.

The way she seems to lower her head a little now tells me everything I need to know; that this woman, my woman loved it when I showed my love for her.

I could show her so much more.

It's hard not to pin her down right here; it's taking everything in me not to lose it but I have a better idea. One that may just prove to everyone once and for all that this woman was taken.

I growl, a low snarl coming from deep within my throat and the way she shivers and gasps has my cock so fucking hard that I'm starting to worry I might break my zipper.

It's fine.

She presses back into me, falling into my caresses and touches like she's supposed to and the way that she's squirming makes me tempted to help make an even bigger family. I've always wondered; always imagined what being with someone like this would really feel like and for so long I was left wondering. No one was of interest, was worth my time and just as it seemed like j was starting to understand that there she was. Showing up like an omen and I remember the first time I laid my eyes on her, how the room seemed to grow quiet and nothing else seemed to matter but her… the way my heart had gone from perfectly calm to a racing mess in my chest even as I held my neutral expression.

She came over with no issue, everything about her was just as beautiful as she was. It's her voice, her eyes, her smile… and I just can't stand it.

I'm so helplessly infatuated with her.

She spoke so freely, so easily even with the slight nervousness that could be detected and I nearly fainted. With how much alcohol I had actually managed to drink that night and yes..fully prepared for the consequences; it would have been easy to think I was simply hallucinating.

‘No fucking way..’ I thought with the weight breath I had managed to deeply breathe in as if braving myself and oh when she spoke I think a shiver ran up my spine.

She's a goddess.

One that I had received the privilege of meeting and I lose myself every time and it's all because of her.

Now as my kisses grow a bit rough; gentle nips turning into harder bites and my tongue would slip out right after just to ease the sudden spikes of pain with a following gush of cool pleasure and of it's so hard not to take advantage of this… to not mark her up just to make sure everyone knew she was mine. I can't help it, I can't stop it… I desperately need her and I need others to know their places.

Just thinking about others looking at her with greedy eyes, hearing and listening to whispers makes me feel like exploring just how easily it could be to hide a body.

I bite down with force, eyes closed and brows furrowed as she cries out when my teeth breath the skin and I…I don't mean to hurt her but fuck the way she cries out and rolls her hips into mine, is to know this is needed.

She needs this.

I… need this.

I continue to touch her, showering her in so many kisses, my tongue running over that bite mark, the one that stands out beautifully in the open… in a hard and nearly impossible place. I keep touching her; hands running from his breast and rubbing them and gently groping turns to my hands moving to move and run my palm down her frame up until I can grip the tips of her thighs and grip her and hold her tight against me.

She's mine.

She's been put on this planet to be mine…

And people needed to know that.. and I'm willing to show them.

I pull away from her skin; wet lips lightly panting as I take my mouth from her delicate skin to look at her throat and oh, it's so beautiful. The mark I've left on her stands out so beautifully and I can't help but feel proud, like I might just rip her clothes off right here and spend the next few hours making a mess out of her in every which way.

“S-Sebastian!~” she squeaks loudly and I can't help but grin against that skin of hers.

I touch her so leisurely; hands squeezing and rubbing her thighs before slowly moving to slide my hands under her shirt and caress her belly. The belly that I love so much, the one that helped carry our precious and beautiful baby and it's warm, her skin feeling so fucking good under my skin.

“I love you Mina.” I coo, voice heavy as I hold her close, breath hitting her skin and as she shakily moves one of her hands to shaking grab one of my own, rubbing my knuckles caring before she looks over her shoulder again at me.

Our eyes connect and Mina grins before brushing her lips against mine in a way that lights my soul so brightly that I think I'm actually starting to melt from the inside out.

“I love you too Sebastian.. you..you know I love you more than most of this planet.” She admits and my eyes widen, heart soaring and oh it's so good to hear her say it from her own lips.

I kiss her again but I can't hold back, I can't be as gentle as I probably should but Mina doesn't seem to hate it as she turns in my arms allowing me to hold her better.. to cup her thighs and press her front against my own as our lips meld into each other in a way that really made the world around them seem like nothing but a dream.

All I need is her.

All I want is her…and I'm willing to do anything and everything to keep her safe and loved at my side.

~

[nancydrewwouldnever]

If anyone still wants to give money today to a good, registered actual charitable endeavor today that helps people, may I make a suggestion?

Since about 2016 I've been part of Kiva helping make microfinance loans to people looking to help grow small businesses or help family farms, etc. in underserved, underfunded areas of the world. This is not exactly traditional charity as we think of it. I'm basically putting my money into small loan funds run by non-profit organizers, who in turn help administer the loans to their clients. I get to choose which applicants I want to help, and get to see their stories and follow along as they pay back their loan and work towards their project goals. You really do get the sense that you're helping an individual.

And what's really great is that your money comes back to you as the loan gets repayed, and you can in turn keep loaning that money out, helping more people. Over the seven or so years I've been loaning on Kiva, I think I've only had one complete default. I've lost some in currency fluctuations, but it's a fairly stable system.

It's not a huge commitment of cash. I do the $25 loan level on each of my loans. But over the years each $25 loan has just kept rolling over and kept rolling over, and has gone out into over thirty countries in the world helping people. Over my time there, I've transferred in $275 to make loans with, but that money has made almost $1000 in total loans with repayments being loaned multiple times. It makes me feel like my giving is going a little farther, you know?

And what's neat is that you can join a "team" and get the social aspect of investing as a group, and having people there helping look through loans that are available. The team I'm on is the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. LOL. Look us up if you decide to give it a try.

[panemsfakenews]

My favourite headcanon that I have for The Hunger Games is that while well known and established religions (i.e., Christianity) possibly no longer exists in Panem, new age and joke religions somehow managed to persist and flourish into legitimate faiths.

I’m sure religion still exists in Panem, but it’s probably not that mainstream, Christianity probably even less so since there’s not much that ever alludes to it in text. The closest indicator we get that Christianity might still be a thing is when Katniss and Peeta and co. are in (I believe) District 11 and there’s a mural or something in the justice building of what Katniss describes as (and I’m paraphrasing here) “fat babies with wings.” To most readers it’s probably obvious that these fat, winged babies are cherubs. But Katniss doesn’t seem to know that. This suggests that either A.) Religions, especially Christianity which currently dominates North America, no longer exist and this building is old as fuck, or B.) Religions do still exist but Christianity no longer dominates, but may still be popular in D11, but also since districts are cut off from each other it may be much more underground or even nonexistent in other districts such as D12.

My headcanon aligns with option B.

Now, since I’ve established my thinking, just imagine it.

Two tributes are allies in the arena, one ally is killed but the other survives. The survivor looks down at their fallen ally and gives a slight bow. “May the Force be with you,”* they say before sadly walking away.

Once a year in District 4, near early fall, everyone dons a special hat, a sacred spaghetti strainer,** and greets their neighbours with a cheerful “ahoy, matey!”***

Or even a young Tigris, bogged down and exhausted from working so hard to keep food on the table and having to keep the Snows’ poverty a secret, turns to a lesser known and relatively unpopular religion within the Capitol in seek of some sort of comfort. “The dude abides,”**** she says quietly to herself as Fabrica gives her another undignified task to complete.

Like sure, God is dead but the Flying Spaghetti Monster lives on.

* Enough people in different commonwealth countries once listed their religion as Jedi on their country’s official census, thus making “Jediism” a legal religion.

** Pasta strainers are “religious headwear” for Pastafarians. Pastafarianism is a mock religion that “worships” the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

*** Additionally, Pastafarians see pirates as “divine beings” and celebrate International Talk Like a Pirate Day which occurs annually on September 19. I thought this was fitting for D4 since they’re the fishing district and on the ocean.

**** This is a quote from the film The Big Lebowski, which inspired the mock religion Dudeism. Dudeism’s philosophy is basically “go with the flow, take a chill pill.”

***** All information can be found on each religion’s respective Wikipedia site.

[sanvirtheobserver]

Taking Flight, Chapter 36: Ready Or Not

The BLU Engineer slowly makes his way through the winding caverns. He carefully weaves between stalactites and outcroppings to avoid the various Acolyte patrols and hordes of sleeping Thralls. So much as an ill timed twitch could spell a swift end......... if he's lucky. After a bit of walking, sneaking, and praying, he finally comes across a mound of rocks decorated with discarded weapons and dead chitin. The Engineer was surprised to find a small fat Italian man sitting atop the mound.

Mario: Papers please!

B. Engineer: Uh........ I beg your pardon?

Mario: Mario is in charge of this checkpoint. I need to make sure no unauthorized personnel get in.

Meggy: *sigh* Thanks, Red! I'll take it from here!

Mario: Oh, okay.

Meggy arrives and is quick to usher the Engineer into the base camp. Tari is still in Tödliche's little meeting and shows them the new weapon she had acquired.

Garnet: (You say this thing was covered in a shell when you found it?)

Tari: Yeah. When I picked it up it just started......... molting.

Tödliche: Your energies must have cleansed it. The Hive have a tendency to twist things into how they see fit, corrupting them with their dark arcana. They also have an appetite for anything they can use to enhance said practices. The allure of the Kuva would've proven irresistible.

Tari notices the bottle of Kuva on the Doctor's waist. The churning oil within had the same red shine as the Assailant's "blood." Her mind was quickly drawn to the Assailant itself. There was something wrong about that thing. Something horrible. She couldn't figure out why, but the more details her mind tried to recall, the deeper this pit in her stomach became. A sudden snap from Pietro brings her out of her contemplation.

Pietro: You okay?

Tari: Yeah. Sorry, I got a bit lost there. So how are we gonna deal with these things.

Y. Scout: YO A LITTLE HELP HERE?

Everybody's attention turns to the YLW and RED Scouts carrying the recently recovered RED Heavy. His armored suit is riddled in claw marks, and the visor on his helmet is partially shattered, but he's still alive and in DESPERATE need of medical attention.

Tödliche: If you will excuse me.

Tödliche and the other Medics tend to the RED Heavy. Some time passes before he regains consciousness and explains his recent ordeal to Garnet, Marston, and Tödliche.

R. Heavy: Giant bug appears. It feeds little bugs its blood, making them bigger. Soldier said run, and I did. Had to fight lots of bugs, though. I don't know how long I was running until Scouts found me. Soldier....... I do not think he made it.

Tödliche: A Hive Broodlord capable of producing Kuva. Remarkable.

Marston: You said you fell down there. How did that happen?

R. Heavy: I was pushed off bridge by big monster bug.

Garnet: (A bridge.......... That's right! On our way here, we tried passing over a stone bridge that was guarded by a group of Hive Ogres. That means........)

Marston: We just found the back door.

Everybody is loading up for the next big firefight, with the RED Sniper and YLW Demoman collecting a bunch of discarded Hive weapons for what is likely another hairbrained idea. The BLU Engineer tinkers with his Teleporters as Marston is busy drafting up some battle plans, and the other Demos are wiring the heftiest payloads that they can muster. Meggy takes stock of her ammo, Mario gets in some last minute Spaghetti time, and Tari is currently practicing with her new weapon. It has a bit more heft than what she's used to, but it still packs one helluva punch as it easily shatters a large rock into pebbles. Rufus and Belle watch Tari while Bob and Boopkins rummage through their loot.

Rufus: *whistles* Glad she's on our side.

Belle: Not to long ago she wouldn't hurt a fly. Now here she is getting ready to crack some skulls.

Bob: I guess we've all had that wimpy cringe phase at some point.

He turns to Boopkins, who is currently playing with his anime figurines.

Boopkins: What?

Marston: LADIES AND GENTLEMAGGOTS, MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE!

Everyone gathers in front of the commander, with Garnet and Tödliche by his side. Pietro and Soldine just watch on the side.

Marston: Today has been one of the greatest challenges we have ever faced. It took an immense effort to get where we are now, when most others would be unable to withstand such a struggle......... or give so much to do so.

He places his hand on the five badges hanging on the chain around his neck. He turns back to the crowd with a fire in his eye.

Marston: But we are not like most.We stare death in the face and laugh! We embrace danger as we would an old friend! We grab fear by the balls and hurl it off a cliff! We have the eye of a tiger, the heart of a lion, the wings of an eagle, and the silent majesty of a kraken! We are mercenaries, and we won't let some overgrown mutant bug zombies stand in the way of our glory! With God as our witness, Saint Peter as our judge, the archangels as our jury, and the devil himself as our executioner, we will fight, and we will WIN!

Garnet tosses Marston a shotgun, and he gives it a good rack.

Marston: So what do you say, boys!? Let's give these maggots a good old fashioned MANN CO WELCOME!

The crowd roars with fervorous jubilance. Even Soldine can't help but crack a little smile, though he quickly returns to his "cold hard badass" look as soon as he sees Pietro's sny smirk.

Pietro: What?

Soldine says nothing as he marches off. Tari and her friends are just about ready when Tödliche catches her attention.

Tödliche: I trust you are ready for the raid ahead?

Tari: As ready as one can be.

Tödliche: Excellent........ Say, is it alright if I were to make a small request?

Tari: Uh...... sure.

Tödliche: Once this is over, I would like for you to show me those ruins you found earlier. I'd like to make some observations before I take my leave.

Tari: Oh, okay. Will do.

Tödliche: Danke.

And so he takes his leave. His lingering aura leaves a deep sense of unease with Tari and the others.

Clench: Well THAT sure wasn't foreboding at all.

Boopkins: Does anybody else think there is something weird with that guy?

Mario: Hm............. NAH it's probably nothin'.

Some time passes, and the whole party makes it to the stone bridge. The BLU Engineer sets up some teleporters on the north side of the bridge before turning to Tari and the GRN Soldier.

B. Engineer: Once you're down there, just lay down the exits and they'll set themselves up in a wink. We'll be right behind you.

The two share a nod as they pick up a tool box in each hand. Tari is the first to make the descent as she floats down on her wings, followed by the GRN Soldier with his parachute. It takes a minute or two before they reach the bottom.Over time the lining of the cave walls transitions from natural rock faces to ossified carved walls. The fluttering of small wings can be heard as the moths fly around them. They seem to be attracted to the glow of Tari's wings. Eventually they land on a carved walkway, illuminated by the pale glow of a hanging chandelier. They lay down the tool boxes, which spring open as the exit teleporters begin to take shape. The two take a moment to examine their surroundings. The structures that surrounded them exude an ancient aura. Archaic architecture bears a sharpened semblance of aggression. Their designs have been honed to a fine edge, a testament to the malice of those who follow the Sword Logic.

G. Soldier: Look alive. God knows what's waiting for us down there.

Topside, we see Belle and Tödliche having a little conversation. Though they both wished to keep it civil, there was a palpable sense of tension between the two.

Tödliche: I can assure you, I have no ill intentions planned.

Belle: Then what's your angle? Out of the FIVE of us who have been there, why choose her?

Tödliche: Well, I believe the answer is obvious. Her "gifts" were what allowed you to enter the tomb in the first place, ya? It's possible that if there's anything else that's hidden there, she will be the one to find it.

Belle: I hope you understand if I have some trouble taking you at your word.

Tödliche: Alright, let me put it this way. I, Doctor Tödliche Heilung, hearby swear upon the Hypocratic Oath that no harm shall befall your friend. If I were to break this vow, then you have every right to execute me where I stand.

Their conversation is interrupted by the teleporters whirring to life. Marston readies his shotgun and turns to face the rest of the party.

Marston: Look alive, it's showtime!

He is the first in, followed by Garnet, Soldine, and Pietro. Belle maintains a steely glare with Tödliche for another moment.

Tödliche: I trust you will remember my vow.

Belle: Oh, don't worry. I will.

She readies her Handcannons as she makes her leave. Tödliche adjusts his glasses and follows suit as the party enters the nest below.

[annoyangle]

Ooo, If we found multiple, we could make a really big Meatball sub...

But if not, spicy Marinaria and Oregon oregona sounds like it would be Perfect!!! Maybe with some really big spaghetti too!

- Noodles

I AM DROOLING, NOODLES, DROOLING! OH! OH! LEMME CALL UP FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER. HE STILL OWES ME A FAVOR!

HERE, YOU AND FRANKENSTEIN GO TO PARMESANIA 13 AND COLLECT MY MONTHLY TRIBUTE - JUST GO DOWN THE CORNER, PAST THE ENGINE ROOM, ABOUT 13 PARSECS DUE SOUTH AND THEN JUMP OUT OF THE WINDOW ON THE RIGHT -NOT THE ONE ON THE LEFT THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT! AND PARACHUTE DOWN TO THE PLANET'S SURFACE, I HAVE THE HEX PARTIALLY INTRUDING INTO PARMESIANA'S UPPER ATMOSPHERE! [TURNS AWAY, HAND SHAPED INTO THE SHAPE OF A PHONE PRESSED TO THE SIDE OF HIS EYE]

YELLOW? FSM? BILL! LISTEN, I NEED ABOUT A SOLAR SYSTEM'S WORTH OF YOU FOR A SNACK! DON'T FORGET WHO GOT YOU THAT MEDIA DEAL!! RIGHT, RIGHT... [TRAILS OFF AS HE STARTS WALKING ON THE CEILING STILL TALKING TO FSM]

[katie-the-bug]

Tribulation Force: The Continuing Drama of Katie Getting Angry at a Book

As promised, we immediately return to Tribulation Force. In case you missed the first post, our cast: Rayford Steele, allegedly the greatest pilot in the world; Buck Williams, allegedly the greatest reporter in the world; Chloe Steele, Rayford's daughter and Buck's girlfriend; Bruce Barnes, pastor and expositor; Nicolae Carpathia, Antichrist; Hattie Durham, girlfriend of Antichrist.

The beginning of Chapter 9 is concerned with Buck and Chloe talking themselves in circles about their relationship or lack thereof before finally clearing up a misunderstanding that shouldn't have existed in the first place. Rayford and Buck promptly blame Chloe for making problems out of nothing and generally being a woman unreasonable. I hope somebody dies soon.

Buck: "The issue was the difference in our ages. Then I realized that with only about seven more years ahead of us, that becomes a nonissue." It's official: Buck thinks that the impending end of the world permits being creepy.

NOW Chloe thinks BRUCE wants to date her based on some mysterious flowers that arrived on her doorstep and is talking about how she's going to talk to him about THAT. I'm going to throw myself off a coffee table.

In Chapter 10, Buck has a single, blinding moment of common sense. "The UN signs a peace treaty with Israel and you think it's bigger than the disappearances of billions all over the globe?"

Somewhere in between all the nothing that was going on, Rayford has been offered a job flying Nicolae's plane. He doesn't quite take the job, but he does agree to fly Nicolae to Israel for the treaty signing. In a better story he would be grappling with the possibility of crashing the plane en route, killing himself but possibly killing the Antichrist and saving the world as well. Even if he didn't go through with it, the fallout of his decision would take his character in an interesting direction. Unfortunately Rayford is nothing but a bystander, and the story remains uninteresting.

"Buck laughed, not because the joke was any funnier than the first time, but because it was theirs and it was stupid." Congratulations, authors. You have captured one (1) relatable human experience.

In Chapter 12, a bunch of religious leaders under Nicolae's influence announce their desire to create "an entirely new religion, one that would incorporate the tenets of all." Meaning, for example, a religion that simultaneously believes in one god in one person and one god in three persons and millions of gods and no god and the Flying Spaghetti Monster, all at once. This only makes sense if you, like the authors, believe that the world only has two religions to begin with: True Christianity and Everything Else. The authors believe that Everything Else is fundamentally the same, and thus will eventually come together into a one-world-religion. The authors are crazy.

In Chapter 13, Buck interviews a rabbi during a cab trip, at the end of which the rabbi asks him to pay for it. Buck jokes that he'll do anything short of funding the rabbi's upcoming flight, and the rabbi says, "Now that you mention it-" The greedy Jew stereotype: you hate to see it!

In Chapter 14, Buck goes to Jerusalem to see the two witnesses, who are promptly attacked by a screaming man with a gun who claims to be on a mission from Allah. The violent Muslim stereotype: you hate to see it!

The two witnesses are not killed, because prophecy says they will preach for 1260 days. I think it would be really funny if they died only a few weeks in and threw the prophecy into chaos, but I suppose if I want to see that I'll have to write it myself.

Our new friend Tsion Ben-Judah says of Jesus, "His very name is as profane to the Jew as racial slurs and epithets are to other minorities." The authors have convinced themselves that the only reason Jews aren't Christian is because they hate Jesus personally. Just in case you still thought they had any respect for Judaism at all.

In Chapter 15, it's mentioned that Nicolae will be buying most of the world's media, and we get a list that includes Disney. This has no bearing on the plot, I just find it funny.

We get this in Chapter 16, while the characters are attending the treaty signing: "The Antichrist was on a course foretold centuries before, and the drama would be played out to the end." Followed by: "No one could stem the tide of history." The authors are now trying to convince us that our "heroes" are justified in not doing anything about the impending apocalypse. This book is so dumb.

"The seven-year 'week' had begun. The Tribulation." Wow, what an endi - why are there three more chapters?

In Chapter 17, Tsion goes on TV to discuss the messianic prophecies and criteria he's been studying for years - most of which are only messianic in nature by Christian reckoning. Unsurprisingly, he comes to the conclusion that Jesus was the Messiah and is promptly chased out of the studio. Nicolae remarks, "I would have liked him saying he was the Messiah better," and cements himself as my favorite character.

Chapter 18 begins with the words, "Eighteen months later." You guys realize you're supposed to put the time skip BETWEEN books, right? And with the number of things that have changed in the time skip, I feel like I'm starting another book anyway!

Rayford's narration mentions one "Amanda White," who had been mentioned exactly once before in the story as an acquaintance of his wife's. She is introduced as a good-looking, fashionable woman with a "servant's attitude." An entire romantic arc between her and Rayford is crammed into a summary of the preceding eighteen months, and I'm pretty sure the authors just want to give Rayford a second dead wife in a couple books.

The world has changed in many ways during this time skip - for example, the new world religion is now "Enigma Babylon One World Faith" and Nicolae is now the "Potentate" of the "Global Community." Terrible branding all round.

"The one-world religion was headed by the new Pope Peter..." That'd be Pope Peter II, ya Protestant.

Buck is devising an "anti-Global Community Web site on the Internet." Ah, the 90s.

In Chapter 19, we get the news that Nicolae and Hattie are expecting a baby. I've read enough summaries of this series to know that their relationship won't work out, but I want so bad for them to live happily with their little hellspawn. Hattie deserves it after all the shit these books are putting her through, and having a kid would open up some interesting characterization angles for Nicolae. I would love to see this giving him a genuine motivation to oppose God, as opposed to just being evil for evil's sake - he wants the world to go on so his child can grow up, and if he thinks taking over the world and wiping out Christianity will help, so be it. Excuse me while I outline a fanfiction...."Son of Rome and Babylon," coming probably never!

As of Chapter 19, WWIII has broken out, and it occurs to me - none of these major world events are connected to each other in any way. The Rapture doesn't contribute to the rise of the Antichrist, it merely heralds it. If the treaty with Israel has any bearing on WWIII, the book doesn't say. There isn't even any lead-up to WWIII in this book - we get a minor warning of it a chapter before it happens, and that's it. Jenkins and LaHaye aren't writing a story - they're writing a very elaborate checklist.

On the last page, somebody - Bruce - finally dies. I feel no emotion other than slight disappointment that it took this long.

And that's it for Tribulation Force. It's all downhill from here for characters and reader alike.

[veryrealimagination]

“It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

Day No: 23

Prompt: Stalking

Fandom: Murdoch Mysteries

Medium: fic

Trigger Warnings: none not related to prompt

SFW

Llewellyn hated that he felt eyes on him as he walked home from school. Without Jack, he was alone every day for his final year of high school. His friends didn’t live close and with the new, old, memories jumbling around in his head, he didn’t have the energy to deal with nonsensical things that teeners worried about these days.

The loneliness hurt. It was something he dealt with last time, and he would be able to do it again. He didn’t have to, there were those he could talk with. His, his… Doctor Ogden, Murdoch. A couple of people online, although not with the past life issues. There were likely others that he could approach, but, it was not something that he could really talk about with many people.

Whomever was watching him had been doing it for two school weeks now. He didn’t go out on weekends anymore, no reason to do so. He was getting sick of it. He just wanted his life to settle into something that didn’t pain him or make him misterable. It would be a delight to become ignorant again. Llewellyn Ogden had a comfortable life and now he had Llewellyn Watts’s memories again. And his issues. And his depression.

Stopping a few blocks before getting to the apartments, the sidewalk went eerily devoid of life. Not even a homeless person begging for scraps. He knew this situation well. There had to be a store or cafe that he could quickly walk into and disappear from the person that was watching him from afar.

He ran quickly across and walked into a little coffee shop that he only managed to get into twice before. It was always busy when he went to school and he didn’t drink coffee in the afternoon. Right now, there was one other person typing on their computer with a slightly bored worker behind the counter.

“Oh, what are you going to get?” The voice startled him, and he almost turned around until he felt something pressed into his lower back. *James Gillies? Gun?!* “You a little popular, Llewellyn,” he whispered directly into his ear to keep anyone else from picking up his words, “Someone else was watching you mope home from school today. I think they were going to try something. I saw duct tape.”

That terrified him. M- Julia said there wasn’t a dangerous case going right now, and he didn’t have any great ideas as to who would be targeting him out of the blue. Except for the man with a gun pressed in his back.

“Boring old silver duct tape. I didn’t recognize him.” Llewellyn didn’t talk. He wasn’t sure if anything could come out of his mouth at the moment. An interesting change from the man that pissed off his captors numerous times. “But, honestly, I’m not the only man giving you a Rockwell right now? I feel crushed. I thought I was special.” His other hand had been tapping along his arm, going up and down to make sure he didn’t run or try to fight back. “I think I need to escort you home today. Make sure you’re safe.”

*One stalker protecting me from another stalker. Oh, God.* A part of him wanted to collapse on the ground and panic until his Mother showed up in front of his face to lead him through a breathing exercise and he could just break the fog starting to cloud his brain-

*I called her Mother.*

“I think you should go with one of the herbal teas,” he commented, “Your heartbeat feels a little erratic.” James made him walk forward so he could also see the pastries that were still available. “Nothing with chocolate. Shame.”

Oh, God, Goddess, or Flying Spaghetti Monster, what did he do to deserve to have James Gillies stalking him and ‘protecting’ him from another stalker? *I didn’t think there were more eyes than just those I felt. Who is the other person?*

[otakween]

Digimon Adventure (Manga) - Vol. 3

Not much to day about this one. Sora looks kinda derpy on the cover. The front is so-so, but she straight up looks drunk on the back

Ch. 15

-This was an adaptation of the Skullygreymon episode and Joe got his crest. I noticed that they're not saying the names of the crest like they did in the dub. It's just "my crest" not "the crest of X." Well that's closer to the original Japanese I guess.

-Kinda bugs me how the kids instantly know that Skullgreymon is a bad digivolution. I get that they would know something's up when he starts acting out of control, but to assume based off looks feels weird. They haven't even seen any other ultimate forms at this point, how do they know a skeleton is a bad thing?

Ch. 16

-Apparently Piximon's English catchphrase is "yep yep"/"nope nope." What is he Ducky from the Land Before Time? (Well...minus one word).

-They really didn't explain how cleaning Piximon's house helped them get stronger at all lol

Ch. 17

-I forgot all about Etemon merging with his dark network. He kinda looked like the flying spaghetti monster.

-The impact of Tai and Koromon ending up in Tokyo was much weaker here than in the anime. In the anime it's a moment of silent shock and they do a close up before cutting to the reveal. Here it's zoomed out with lame "yOu'D nEvEr GuEsS wHeRe We EnDedD uP!" narration. Oh well, least I get to see Kari in manga form now

Ch. 18

-Well damn, that sucked. They really had the nerve to shove 5 episodes of the anime into one brief chapter. This means that the real world bit is basically skipped over and we don't get to see a bunch of the ultimate digivolutions' first battles. SO lame! No wonder no one's talking about this over on MAL

-The gang is now looking for Sora but they neglected to mention why she isn't with the group in the first place. The could have just stuck a "we split up" line in there somewhere. Sheesh...

-Kari's calm reaction to Koromon makes no sense. Yeah, she saw him when she was younger, but it's been what, 4 years since then? She should still be surprised that he's suddenly reappearing. Instead she acts like she's seeing her cat or something smh.

Ch. 19

-We're already onto Myotismon, which is weird because I don't remember them ever defeating Etermon! I flipped back a couple chapters and I guess they defeated him right before Tai went back to Earth, but it practically happened off screen. What the heck...you don't end an arc like that.

-I don't think they even bothered saying Garudamon's name. They were just like "Birdramon digivolved!" I guess they really just expect you to know things from the show huh...at least the art was good.

Ch. 20

-When I first watched the anime I thought Izzy was really smart for figuring out Myotismon's card-based key system, but now that I'm more familiar with how digimon work it's really obvious lol. Guess the other kids didn't get the background info from Gennai though, so it makes sense that they'd be impressed.

Ch. 21

-Okay I completely forgot that Vamdemon/Myotismon actually drinks human blood. Definitely makes him feel more threatening. It's really weird though because that would mean he just starved in the digiworld all this time? There aren't any humans...I guess he can eat other things too -shrug-

-They finally said Garudamon's name but they called her Garudomon so...yeah

[munsonsduchess]

I cannot believe in the year of our Lord The Flying Spaghetti Monster we still have to preach about ❝ don’t like, don’t read ❞ or KINKTOMATO

Take it from someone who’s been in fandom for a while kids. Read the tags, read the warnings, decide for yourself if this is going to trigger you, squick you out, make you uncomfortable, whatever. If you don’t like the content then just don’t read it. The back button exists for a reason.

It’s up to you the individual to curate your online space. Be mindful of your own triggers and what bothers you, do not just ignore tags and warnings and then get mad at artists or authors because you decided to ignore something there to warn people of specific content.

If I see you making threats towards artists and authors for stuff that was clearly tagged and warned for then I will come for you in the night. Congrats I’m your new sleep paralysis demon.

An eye for an eye and I don’t care if I go blind.