#I still plan to be as open and honest as possible regarding these things

[doginprogress]

Trying to communicate effectively about breed health is so exhausting

More than anything else about purebreds and their respective communities I so wish health issues could be discussed openly and honestly without breeders being attacked for things beyond their control

I wish breeders could discuss health issues vs breeding decisions and we as a whole could understand that while we may not have made that breeding choice when confronted with that health issue, it doesn’t mean it was a bad or wrong choice.

I wish we as a whole could realize that breeding is an inherently grey area. There are very, very few black and white, blanket “no” health issues, and that every breeding is essentially a risk vs benefit analysis with a lot of unknowns

And above all that, breeders are humans who sometimes make bad decisions, make mistakes, do things they regret given hindsight and experience. I wish we could allow breeders some grace and room to have more nuanced discussions publicly.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Traitors & Lovers (Hero & Villain) part 6

Warnings: severely injured villain, blood loss & infection, high fever, initials carved into flesh

He didn't want to miss it if her health suddenly crashed -- and sleep was a small sacrifice to make for his peace of mind that he'd be able to react quickly if Villain's condition deteriorated.

To his immense relief, she miraculously survived the night, though the fight to keep her alive was far from over.

It was still hard for Hero to come to terms with what had been done to Villain. The whole situation was just so... violent. And the fact that Hero had found her like he did, coincidentally driving his usual route home from work...

He couldn't help noticing that it was like someone wanted him to find her like this. Mangled and dying. Had planned the whole thing from the start. Hero had a lot of enemies, but none that immediately stuck out to him as possibly being bold enough to do something like this.

I can worry about that later, Hero scolded himself. Right now I can't afford distractions. I need to... keep making sure Villain doesn't die. Until she's recovered enough that dying isn't a valid concern anymore.

He carefully slipped out of bed, brow furrowing when Villain didn't even twitch at the movement of him leaving her. In all regards but breathing, she was a dead body.

He let out a shallow breath, tugging open the curtains to let in some natural light as he got to work removing the bloodied bedsheets and blankets to throw in the wash, gently carrying Villain away to lay on a couch in the next room over while he worked to let her rest undisturbed.

He cringed in disgust and rage every time he touched some of the dried blood staining the fabric, stuffing the sheets into the washer with more force than necessary before he started the cycle. Just the bedding alone was enough to fill the machine, and he had to take his bloodied clothes and set them aside for a later load when he changed into fresh ones.

The guilt was tearing him apart inside and ripping into his mind. All of the horrible what ifs? What if he'd told Villain the truth about why he'd dated her once he realized he'd developed feelings for her, instead of hiding it until she found out on her own? What if he'd been honest about his Agency-given mission to gain intel from her, the ulterior motives behind his actions during the beginning of their relationship? Would Villain have been understanding? Could it have prevented her from wanting to run away in the first place? Could they have become something more than dating partners if circumstances had been different?

I wish I could change it, he lamented, but I can't. I'll have to live with this forever.

A haunted shiver ran down his spine as he glanced at the pile of clothes he'd swapped out of, the ones covered in blood. Villain's blood. Dark red and awful to look at. The image of his ex-lover laying mangled in the middle of the road flashed clear and vivid through his head, and he flinched before forcing the unwelcome thought out.

Not now.

Hero mentally steeled himself as he finished up and sulked back to where he'd left Villain, gently scooping her up in his arms and carrying her back to the table he'd first placed her on when he'd brought her home -- the one still covered in drying blood from last night. He set her upon the level surface, taking the utmost care not to stretch or exacerbate her many wounds as he laid her flat on her back. Her skin was still tacky in places where the blood hadn't fully dried yet, a grim reminder of what she'd narrowly survived.

Hero's lips tightened into a grim line as he pulled out his medical kit to further treat the vicious wounds. He'd been desperate yesterday to keep her alive, and hadn't been able to follow all the proper procedures for perfectly dressing the injuries. Closing them up had been a bigger priority than sterilizing each and every one before he bandaged them. But today he had time to be thorough, now that Villain was slightly more stable. So he got to work gently peeling off bandages and gauze, cleaning the stitched skin beneath to apply some antibacterial cream to fight infection and cover them back up again.

But it looked like he was a bit too late to stop a few infections from setting in. The puncture in Villain's side in particular worried him deeply. Overnight the skin around it had swelled up, red and inflamed, the wound weeping infected fluid through the stitches. With how weak Villain's body was, it had set in fast, way faster than Hero would have liked. An infection was the last thing Villain needed to have to recover.

Hero flushed the hole in her side with some sterile fluids to rinse out as much of the mess as he could before patching it again with medicated gauze and moving on to the next one. Villain was going to have a lot of nasty scars after her traumatic ordeal.

Hero did his best to wipe as much old blood from her skin as he went with a damp rag to clean her up the best he could, though he knew she'd definitely need a real bath to be fully clean. But he doubted her body could handle something like that in its fragile state.

The silence was thick and suffocating as he worked, methodically moving from wound to wound until he reached Villain’s left shoulder… and faltered at what he saw, his blood running cold. Because there, the cuts were clean and precise – and he'd been too panicked to notice before, but they formed actual letters.

Letters in the order of Supervillain’s initials.

White-hot rage flashed through Hero, brighter than the sun, a wave of sheer hatred that consumed him. Supervillain had done this – caught and tortured Villain, then left her dying for him to find.

Hero’s hands shook with anger, a muscle feathering in his jaw at the realization. There was no doubt now that this was intentional – Supervillain hadn’t even bothered trying to hide what he'd done. He’d wanted to announce it loud and clear to the world, bragging about it.

Hero wasn’t a murderer… but for his rival, he could make an exception. As soon as he tracked him down he would kill him without hesitation for what he’d done to Villain. To Hero’s Villain.

Supervillain had just declared war… and Hero was eager to meet him on the battlefield when the time came. The only thing stopping him from marching out into the city right now to hunt Supervillain down like prey was the fact that Villain was fully dependent on him for survival.

Villain needed him… so finding Supervillain could wait.

Once he finished up he carried her to the bedroom, setting her gently on the soft, fresh sheets he'd put on the bed. He grabbed a coat rack to use as a makeshift stand to set up a proper IV drip in her arm, and he wished he had a heart monitor to go with it just to know her heart was still beating somewhere inside her wrecked body, instead of being kept wondering of it would suddenly give out without him realizing.

He pressed two fingers to the inside of her wrist to check her pulse once the IV line was securely taped to her arm, and his gut twisted in knots when he could barely feel it fluttering beneath his fingertips, struggling weakly to keep pumping what little blood volume was left in Villain. But it was still something, and Hero could work with that.

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[vivispec]

Atish'an

In her, he'd found everything he'd stopped himself from hoping for. She was earnest, honest, open-minded. And she was never meant to have existed.

In the arms of his lover, Solas gives into his guilt. Viera is quick to silence him. I'm going to quit pretending I can write anything fluffier than hurt/comfort, but in my defense a prompt like this lends itself to such.

Fluffuary Day 10: Reassurance Solas/Viera words: 646 tags: solavellan, hurt/comfort but heavy on the comfort, physical fluff, brooding solas, rogue lavellan, solas pov, during dai, cuddling, some allusions to datv lore if you squint

There was peace here, if he let his mind fall completely silent. A calm like the prelude to sleep, of slow inhales and melting exhales. He'd found it easier to grasp the longer he let himself linger in the half-light, between waking and sleeping, but for once he didn't wish to slip into the Fade. For however long he had, he wished to savor it within her arms.

Viera'vun cradled him against her chest, the gentle rhythm of her callused thumb dragging lazily from cheek to temple, and her warmth beneath his other ear seemed to sing. Not just a song of pulse and breath, but a song of spirit, crooning to his very essence through their skin pressed flush. It felt as if he should see her very being painted on the backs of his lids, the light of her soul branching and reaching just as his once had, intertwining with his own. As if he should feel her there, deeper than their skin would allow.

In her, he'd found everything he'd stopped himself from hoping for. She was earnest, honest, open-minded. And she was never meant to have existed.

His arms wound her waist tighter, as if to remind him where he was; still the thoughts found crack and crevice, still they crept inside. All this time he'd known and yet still he'd stumbled, careening so wildly off the path as to end up here. He traced his steps backwards, past the press of her lips and the song her company sang. It hadn't been that first sight of her, crumpled in a makeshift bed on the dungeon floor with the light of the Anchor ripping her body apart from the inside, nor was it that first touch as he'd grasped her hand and thrust it towards the gash in the heavens. She'd been collateral, then, and a guilt he'd grown unnervingly comfortable carrying. Regard, only in her ferocity to live.

Had it been the thoughtfulness with which she chose her questions, then, and the rapt attention she'd bestowed him? Or her adherence to her beliefs, her loyalty to what was right?

Where had she disarmed him so, and when, exactly, had he lost such control of his carefully laid plans?

"Vhenan, what's wrong?"

Her voice was a murmur, tired and slow, and his brow tensed over eyes still shut. "I fear I am a selfish man, for loving you the way I have," he confessed. She rolled her head, resting her cheek upon his crown.

"Tell me, how's it selfish when I love you?"

There was no doubt within his mind that, to some extent, she already knew. It was wishful to believe that she didn't, a truth he'd much rather ignore—and she made it easy to, always patiently waiting for him to come to her in his own time. But she deserved better than that. She deserved the truth, and if he was unable to give even so much to her…

"Am I truly who you want? You cannot know, the things I've done—"

"There's nothing that would keep me from loving you," she interrupted, guiding him to look up at her with a gentle hand. "As you are is who I care for. Who you once were has no bearing on that fact."

The rebuttal upon his lips, the insistence that she pull away as he couldn't possibly bear to any longer, was silenced before it could be given voice. She tilted his chin, and then Viera'vun stole his words with a kiss, soft, but insistent. It unraveled him. The pounding of his heart, the sigh of their mingling breaths, until the cadence of his thoughts meant nothing to him. Unintelligible, or simply just irrelevant.

There was peace here, if only he'd let himself feel it. Solas closed his eyes once more, and let her song lull him into silence.

[greatqueenanna]

What do you think of the theory that Honeymaren was made especially to please fans of #GiveElsaAGirlfriend and that initially there would be more moments made to shipp the two until Disney decided to reduce these moments? I'm not saying that they would actually be a couple, but that all of this was meticulously planned to please these fans who wanted her to have a girlfriend without confirming anything.

I always thought it was very naive to think that after years of Disney avoiding the question: “Will Elsa have a girlfriend in Frozen 2?” and they release the film which, despite not being romantic, still shows her talking near a campfire (a moment used in many romance films) with a girl of the same age while they caress a reindeer calf, sing a small duet and they talk about magic and traditions when it would have made much more sense for Elsa to have that conversation with Yelana, but the plot made the older woman stay away from there.

According to most sources I’ve seen (but I need to do more research regarding this, if I'm being honest) the reason Honey (and Ryder) were created was to simply have characters that helped the audience empathize with the Northuldra. They used to have a bit more story content in earlier drafts, which is a shame they got rid of chunks of their story because there wasn't enough screen-time for everything.

This is one of the reasons I feel Frozen 2 would've made an amazing series instead of a film, and why Frozen 3 being separated into two films is such a great idea, even if the initial intention was for more profit. Because let's face it, both the first and second films suffer from the 'too much stuff, not enough space' plot issues so having a show and double film will do wonders for the story going forward.

They also needed characters to help gear the story in the right direction. Honey tells Elsa about the Fifth Spirit, and Ryder helps get Kristoff out of the way so that Elsa and Anna could be alone during the boat scene.

The reason I think Yelena was probably not used, is because her original role was to be a villain along side Runeard, but they scrapped the idea after heavy criticism. Since they had already made Honey and Ryder, there was no point I suppose in giving Yelena a different role other than a leader type to mirror Mattias, especially since they had to shrink down the Northuldra's stories to begin with.

Now, in terms of Honey being created specifically to please fans who want Elsa to be with another woman, I can't say for certain.

I do know that there was a tweet that Jen Lee liked during a Frozen QandA on Twitter (X) where a user begged her to keep Elsa single so that people can imagine her to be with another woman if they wanted. I will see if I can find this tweet for you, but as Jen Lee deleted her Twitter, I’ve lost a lot of sources.

Unless her sentiments have changed, I think Jen Lee will try to keep Elsa single for as long as possible so that fans can decide for themselves what Elsa's sexuality is. Elsa means so much for fans of all sexual orientations, leaving her sexuality open lets fans have freedom with her character. Jen Lee was always about leaving things open for fans, so this concept is not a stretch.

Thus, the possibility that Honey was introduced so that Elsa can have a strong relationship with another woman that is not Anna, but is left open so that fans can interpret the relationship as romantic or platonic, could be a thing.

However, as said, there is no evidence for it other than speculation.

This is also the reason that I pretty confident that Elsa will never be paired off with a man either. They want to leave it open for fans to decide for themselves. Again, unless their thoughts have changed on the subject.

[deathfavor]

I think it's time that I properly address this now that I've had nearly a year to ponder this. ( literally; the activity drop is so so visible after march of 2024 ). I know my activity here has been minimal at best, and I'll be honest when I say that such isn't likely to majorly change any time soon. I'm not abandoning this blog, but it is going to likely be dormant, going through periods of activity and none. Maybe a few days, maybe a few weeks, maybe a couple months, who knows. Might be more often if a certain muse / fandom takes focus back or it might be graveyard silence. I understand if this means you wish to break connections, drop our ships/bonds, mutuals, etc. I know it can be disheartening and disappointing when someone isn't around. I won't hold it against you. If you want to keep them and being mutuals, great! but i understand not wanting to as well and if you softblock me, there's no hard feelings. Maybe one day I'll be here more and we reconnect if you are so inclined.

It's also been hard for me trying to figure out how to come back between lack of muse and having sort of fell out of the space here. Both due to I'm sure people's uncertainty as well as my own uncertainty, and that's perfectly reasonable. Some days are okay, some days are honestly extremely hard. The sorta delete it hard. I don't know what my long term plan is, I don't know what to say to expect, and I'm sorry I can't offer that. Maybe every couple weeks I'll be active? I don't know. I don't know to put this other than this time last year was a very, very dangerous time for me. So my focus has been elsewhere in a space that's helped a lot. Which, on a lighter subject, I think has helped refine my writing in some ways and I've learned to be proud of what I write. ( Most of the time. ) So silver lining to things. Maybe I'll make some au verses for other muses, it's possible. But i digress.

I truly am very sorry for my very spotty activity. You're all always welcomed to reach out and chat with me if you would like to. I very much still care about the connections, and I have missed you all and hope you're doing well. I'm sure that most of this you guys have probably already figured out by now. I just wanted to make a more official post in some regards to address the lack of activity and lack of muse on my side, and not being sure if people want to keep or drop things. What I do ask is please, please don't feel like you have to keep connections or mutuals or anything for any reason. It's sort of like when asking if you should add a muse people say yes, but then no one writes with them; you don't need to say so just because you feel expected or obligated to for one reason or another. This is 100% an open, honest invitation for you to do what you need / want to with the understanding that there's no hard feelings involved either way. I'm well aware of my absence and the effects/consequences of that before people come at me for that.

Anyways! With that, I conclude this post and bid you all the best wishes!

[multiplicity-positivity]

Do you have any advice for systems who recently had a massive influx of new members? Especially when these members present as their own system (essentially like a sidesystem I guess?) We're trying to work together, but it feels like two strangers were suddenly thrown into a living situation together and we're struggling to connect and work with each other (it's a lot of "us vs. them" right now)

We're also confused and somewhat struggling because the main system (A) is non-disordered, but the introjected system (B) has a lot of really awful trauma from exomemories and this exotrauma still affects them (one of them was in front recently and was getting flashbacks of something that happened within their exo/source life) and because of this and exomemories, system B describes their plurality as being disordered.

How do we go about all this? Any advice is useful

hey, so your situation sounds kind of complex - we’re sorry in advance if this response gets a bit long!

first of all, strangers quite often do get thrown into living situations together. this is something that happens quite regularly in real life. it can certainly be uncomfortable and a bit intimidating, but there are things you all can do to slowly start getting to know one another. perhaps try to set aside some time every day to try and get to know each other. you can ask each other questions, or try to find some kind of activity y’all can do together that could help y’all bond and learn a bit more about each other.

maybe try passing around this headmate form created by a part in our system for everyone to fill out as they wish:

getting to know everyone may take some time and energy, but that is absolutely normal and something to be expected. also, if not all headmates are able to click and jive well together, that’s okay. not every system member has to have familial or friendly relationships. maybe viewing each other as roommates, acquaintances, or coworkers could help tone down relationship expectations and help everyone feel a bit more comfortable with each other.

and, as y’all go along, as conflicts and arguments do arise, we also have a post on dealing with these sorts of things which may help you:

regarding dealing with trauma from exomemories, we truly feel that healing from events that the body did not physically experience may look incredibly similar to healing from real world trauma. so getting therapy, learning grounding and coping techniques, journaling, creating art, and allowing yourselves time to process at your own pace are all good things to consider.

often with exotrauma, there very well may be real-world trauma at the root of it, so be careful and ready to help each other if and when a memory of a real-world event surfaces. maybe come together to create a safety plan to keep your whole system safe in the event of certain headmate struggling to cope with a traumatic exomemory. be open and honest with each other, and try to provide support to the best of each of your abilities.

disordered vs. nondisordered does not have to be a black and white experience. it’s possible for systems to be complex, with varying levels of impairments caused by their plurality, and even to have headmates who may find their plurality disordered while others do not. it also doesn’t have to be set in stone - it is possible for a disordered system to become nondisordered later in life and vice versa. we understand that this may be a difficult new thing to come to terms with, and we hope that, as your new side system is able to access healing and recovery, life may become easier for all of you. again, things like therapy and healing/recovery tools may be beneficial here.

we hope something we’ve said here will prove useful for you. rest assured, with more time spent together, you all will start to feel less and less like strangers. good luck to you folks with dealing with this in the future though.

[hauntingofhouses]

Probably you have spoken about it earlier (sorry if so), but how do you think that Taigen will know Mizu's gender in the series? And how would you like it to happen? I would like it to be intentional, but regarding the amount of wounds Mizu constantly have, who knows...

Hello! :D And no I don't think I've ever written about it publicly on this blog, and to be honest I've never thought much about it.

To preface, I've not always been the type to properly sit down and theorise about future narrative decisions. When it comes to these things, I'm very "big picture" oriented, where I'd usually be fine with anything happening in the story as long as it touches on certain themes, remains in character, and adds something meaningful to our protagonists' arcs.

For example the only reason I came up with the Mizu's mom theory was because knowing exactly who Mizu's mother is (whether she is white, or royalty, or anything else), could, depending on the different posible outcomes, drastically alter Mizu's sense of identity and how she perceives herself, as well as morph the core themes and message of the overall story.

On the other hand, when it comes to the particulars of the inevitable gender reveal, I'm not picky at all, and I'm open to all the possibilities of how it would play out. This is because the outcome to all of it remains the same (in which Taigen finds out Mizu's gender), with only the process to get there differing, and in that regard, the question is then mostly on personal preference on tropes and avoiding cliches, and speculating future plot beats that would allow the gender reveal to happen in the first place.

Like you said, it could happen by way of Taigen trying to stitch Mizu up while she's unconscious or at least half-conscious, which would thus likely involve a big battle happening prior. A similar instance that comes to mind is Mizu's face off with Chiaki and the Four Fangs; iirc it's the only time Mizu is unconscious and vulnerable in front of Taigen. I'm not counting the time after they both fell out from Shindo and Fowler's fortress, because in that case, they'd both been completely KO'd. So anyway yeah, to get back on track, post-Four Fangs battle, if Ringo was not a factor, Taigen would've likely been the one to bring Mizu to safety and patch her up. From the framing of the scene, and Taigen's expression upon noticing Mizu look so vulnerable (because at this point he'd still believed Mizu to be nigh invincible, as we see from his daydream of him battling a giant Onryo in Episode 2), it's almost like the show was teasing us with the possibility of a gender reveal right there and then. But then of course, Ringo comes in and puts a stop to that happening (and thank God for that, because neither Taigen nor Mizu, on a narrative level, are ready for such a reveal yet).

Other than a Taigen-patching-Mizu-up scenario though, and outside of Mizu confessing to the truth herself, another possibility is that Taigen deduces the truth on his own. And this an idea that Ioana (@saessenach) and I were discussing, assuming a scenario where Taigen did not follow Mizu on the boat to London, but remains in Japan to do his own thing. In this scenario, all four of our protagonists are separated throughout Season 2 to have their own arcs: Mizu in London, Akemi in Edo, Ringo in Eiji's forge, and Taigen? Well, absolutely zero hints were given on where Taigen's going to go after S1, so everything's up in the air. The reason for this could be just some network/authorial reason whereby the writers are leaving it open because they themselves aren't sure what to do with Taigen.

Or, if they'd pre-planned everything early on, the complete lack of Taigen's presence at the end of the finale could itself be an indicator of where Taigen, and his arc, are going. What I mean is, Taigen in Season 2 might be a Wanderer, also known as a Ronin. Remember, he was disgraced and cast aside by his Lord, has lost his station and place in his Dojo, and him witnessing the "humiliating" death of the Shogun could be reason for Lady Itoh to want Taigen gone. He has nowhere to go. Plus, with him beginning on a journey of unlearning his prejudice and confronting his wrongdoings so he can properly change for the better (with the scene of him in Kohama in Ep7 being only his first steps), it's possible that his arc next season will be something along the lines of Zuko's from Zuko Alone in A:TLA. If you haven't watched A:TLA, what I'm referring to basically involves going from village to village, seeing that the status quo and society is cruel and unjust, trying to help people but having it kinda blow up in your face because of the fucked up status quo, and also facing the past you've been running from your whole life (through the form of flashbacks and introspection).

Thus, should a Taigen Alone arc really happen, it's possible that Taigen also gets wrapped up in some plot involving the black market dealers in these towns he visits, which would help tie in to the main story happening with Mizu and Akemi, because the white men (on Mizu's end) and the corrupt officials in the palace (on Akemi's end) both have ties to such black market dealers that Taigen may encounter. So it's possible that while investigating these people and tracking them down, Taigen gets wind of some rumours about the huge bounty on a half-breed blue-eyed girl. And, well, you can guess where it goes from there. Taigen deduces the truth, and when he reunites with Mizu later on, there'd be all this tension because now he knows. And this would be a very interesting outcome because this scenario wouldn't lend itself to a huge heat-of-the-moment argument that everyone's expecting, whereby Taigen finds out the truth while Mizu's right in front of him. Instead, in this case, Taigen finds out on his own, gets time to stew in the revelation, and likely drive himself mad in the process, and BOY THAT'D BE JUICY AS ALL HELL!

So basically, yeah, between the two scenarios I just presented, I'd favour the latter more, but I wouldn't mind the former either, or anything else the writers might throw our way.

However, I do still kind of hope Mizu could be the one to reveal the truth to Taigen herself, as I feel she should be allowed the choice in the matter, rather than having Taigen find out against her will. Plus, being the one to tell him herself would be such a huge step for her, signifying how she's opening up to people again, and would also be a big sign of some pre-established trust in their relationship.

BUT like I said, I'm not all too picky, and I also live for the drama, so, in conclusion: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also I just realised just how much I typed up, and I'm so sorry that I can never be concise with my words, but I hope it's still somewhat legible. 😭 Thank you so much for this question by the way! I love rambling about this show, and I'm grateful for any chance to ramble about it even more <3 <3

[justiceforjumin]

Masterpost

This is a comprehensive masterpost linking to every chat I've translated in chronological order. Here are however some things to know before you proceed :

↳ I do this in my own free time, and I'm not being paid to do it. I pitched this idea randomly at 1AM on my other sideblog on a whim, and I'm still making this on a whim. ↳ Neither English nor Korean is my first language. I am however fluent in both. I'm only mentioning it in case one of my translations completely misses the mark. I can't be perfect all the time, lol. ↳ I'm doing this in real time. I don't have anything backed up, which means that I'll have to go through the entire game from the beginning and translate each chat as they go. Please understand that I might not be able to update this blog every day and that it's likely going to take a while. ↳ Translating from Korean to English is tricky. Some things are bound to still get lost in translation despite my efforts. I'll have to take some liberties at some points to keep the meaning intact if translating word-for-word makes it hard to understand. ↳ I am not going to be translating every possible answer with every possible outcome. I'm crazy enough to take on this project but I have my limits, lol. The version I'll be posting is the one from my own game, with the answers I pick to get to the good ending. These may not be the "canon" answers, but there will be enough of them to get the good ending. (Also ! I will add a "♥" whenever there's an answer I give that Jumin likes.) ↳ However, I am open to translating other interactions in the game, even if they aren't in Jumin's route. As long as they involve him, it's fair game. Anything he says that makes you stop and think "wait, that's weird", just ask and I shall deliver (I've done every route except Yoosung's. It's likely that I'll be able to find the Korean line in my own game, but in case I don't, you'll have to send it to me.) ↳ Since this is meant to be about Jumin, I'll only be translating the chats, calls and story modes that concern him (if a character talks about him in a chat he's not in, I might also translate it if I think it would give more insight on Jumin's character overall). Tackling the ENTIRE thing will drive me insane, lol.

Thank you for your patience and support.

PROLOGUE (Part 1, Part 2)

COMMON ROUTE

Day 1 - Chatrooms ↳ 주민의 외로운 출근 · "Jumin's Lonely Commute" [08:00] ↳ 세영의 고양이 사랑 · "Seven's Love for Cats" [10:04] ↳ 주민의 호기심 · "Jumin's Curiosity" [13:48] ↳ 두 남자의 의논 · "Discussion Between Two Men" [18:58] ↳ 파티 개최 의논 · "Discussion about Hosting the Party" [19:40] Day 1 - Phone Calls ↳ Outgoing Call · [01:03] ↳ Outgoing Call · [08:35] ↳ Incoming Call · [18:10] ↳ Outgoing Call · [18:58] Day 2 - Chatrooms ↳ 내게 감정표현이란 · "What Expressing Emotion Is to Me" [02:11] ↳ 부자들의 삶은 달라 너무 달라 · "Rich People's Lives Are Different, so Different" [11:50] ↳ 티격태격 · "Bickering" [15:58] ↳ 에이 솔직히 말해봐~ · "Come On, Be Honest with Me~" [19:56] Day 2 - Phone Calls ↳ Outgoing Call · [00:31] ↳ Outgoing Call · [11:00] ↳ Incoming Call · [14:15] ↳ Outgoing Call · [19:58] Day 3 - Chatrooms ↳ Zorro 포스터 · "Zorro Poster" [02:59] ↳ 점심 식사 · "Lunchtime" [12:02] ↳ 그사세 · "State of Affairs" [15:15] ↳ 파티에 대해서 · "Regarding the Party" [20:01] Day 3 - Phone Calls ↳ Outgoing Call · [02:59] ↳ Incoming Call · [09:58] ↳ Outgoing Call · [17:00]

Day 4 - Chatrooms ↳ 몰랐던 사실들 · "Things You Didn't Know" [11:45] ↳ 포도 농장에 다녀왔어 · "Coming Back From the Vineyard" [20:02] ↳ 고양이 사업 구상 · "Planning a Cat Business" [21:21] Day 4 - Phone Calls ↳ Incoming Call · [08:45] ↳ Incoming Call · [15:15] ↳ Outgoing Call · [15:15] ↳ Outgoing Call · [20:02]

JUMIN'S ROUTE

Day 5 - Chatrooms ↳ 역시 그건 나쁜 징조였어요 · "I Knew It Was a Bad Omen" [08:12] ↳ 치킨의 의미는 나도 알아 · "I Also Know What Chicken Means" [15:05] ↳ 정략결혼 · "Political (Arranged) Marriage" [20:55]

Day 5 - Story Mode ↳ Han Jumin · [08:12] ↳ Han Jumin · [15:05] ↳ Han Jumin · [19:00]

Day 5 - Phone Calls ↳ Outgoing Call · [08:12] ↳ Incoming Call · [10:30] ↳ Outgoing Call · [15:15] ↳ Incoming Call · [17:16] ↳ Outgoing Call · [20:55] ↳ Incoming Call · [22:59]

[recoveringdreamer]

TIMING: current LOCATION: felix's boiler room PARTIES: @zombiebabysitter, @gossipsnake, @ariadnewhitlock, @notstinky, & @recoveringdreamer SUMMARY: a group of rhyming allies come together to break a curse. CONTENT WARNINGS: descriptions and discussion of snakes eating

The rhyming had become… almost fun, if Felix was being entirely honest with themself. There was something kind of entertaining about it, even if it was technically a curse. It didn’t seem to be hurting anything and, as a bonus, it seemed to annoy Leo enough that he’d been avoiding conversation with them. If it were only Felix cursed, they might have just… let it continue for a while. But they were pretty sure some of their friends were getting tired of it, and it didn’t seem fair to subject all of them to a life of rhyming just because Felix didn’t mind it. 

So, they’d called together a strategy session. A few of the people who were cursed — and no one who wasn’t. The last thing they wanted was to spread this thing even further, so it seemed way safer to only include people already involved. It wasn’t like someone could be cursed twice, right? 

The boiler room was a little cramped, not really meant to house this many people at once, but that was okay. They wouldn’t be in here long, hopefully. Felix had set the glass orange in the center of the room, like they all might need a reminder about why they were gathered here today. He squinted at it suspiciously from where he sat on the single office chair, elbows on his knees and hands folded and propping up their chin. 

“We need a plan of action,” Felix announced. “So far, nothing we’ve tried has had any real reaction. It can’t be broken. And once you’ve touched it, rhymes must be spoken. But every curse has to have an out. I think we all know that without a doubt. So, what should we do? I want to hear from all of you.”

—

As far as Charlie was concerned, rhyming kinda fucking rocked. He had been a lyric-writing machine as of late, speaking the words aloud and then writing them on paper if they sounded good. Yeah, Finn was annoyed any time Charlie opened his mouth to speak to him, seeing as how everything that came out of his mouth was a fucking rhyme, but that wasn’t his fault. How was he supposed to know that ugly as sin Faberge egg was cursed with a rhyme scheme curse?

So that’s how he’d ended up in Felix’s boiler room apartment after a shift at the pit, tired and a little out of sorts. Charlie looked around at the others in the room, then let out a sigh. “Well as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing that we’ve learned. We’re stuck in a rhyme which is, as far as I’m concerned? A total fucking crime. But also, I’ve been writing a lot and I feel kinda like a robot. So I can go either way, I write music by day.” He shrugged his shoulders.

As far as Charlie was concerned, this was a gift. He was able to write his music and not have to wrack his brain for rhyme schemes when he was cursed to do it automatically. It was great! He’d written so many songs in such a short amount of time that he was allotting himself a break after all this was cleared up. 

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Thea had found a nice patch of damp for herself, tucked against the wall of Felix’s possibly still rat-infested boiler room. For hundreds of years, humans had been rhyming (probably, Thea had done no real research regarding the topic). But the couplet itself dates back to like, the medieval era, right? (She really should’ve googled) Regardless, Thea felt connected to her poetry slinging ancestors in that she was certain she had poetry slinging ancestors. Really, could anyone confirm that she wasn’t related to William Shakespeare? The rhymes said otherwise. There was a history of art she was connected to; a history of verse and meter and kids teasing each other on the playground rhyming ‘fart’ with ‘smart’. It was all really normal, when she thought about it. 

Still, her ability to hold conversations was severely impaired and that ability was struggling before the rhyming. “What if the answer is a visual enhancer? Perhaps the answer is…more advancer than basic thinking?” Thea had been testing the bounds of the rhymes; as long as they existed—slant, couplet, alternate, ballade, enclosed, triplet, limerick, villanelle—the form didn’t matter. ‘Hickory Dickory Dock’ was as valid to her tongue as ‘I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again (I think I made you up inside my head)’. She wasn’t surprised that this had led to creativity for Charlie. “I’m pinking.” Thea brought her cold hands to her hot face; it was hard to say what she was about to but the truth was clear to her. 

“I-It might be that state of head clear, so-called.” Thea gestured to her hair (which was growing in nicely!). “That state of bald to which I was once appalled; in case any here recalled. That is to say, to our problem enthralled, perhaps we all must go bald?” 

—

The English language was complex and often confusing as a non-native speaker; and that was without being cursed to rhyme anytime one opened their mouth. Of course, as Anita had learned, the rhyming wasn’t limited to speaking in English. Spanish was a much more beautiful language and lent itself better to forced rhyming in her opinion. But in this strange grouping of Felix’s friends, Spanish was not a realistic option. Despite her usual propensity to yap she had resigned to being slightly more silent to try and avoid having to rhyme. Being forced to do anything, even something as simple as rhyming, was not something she had interest in. It had grown old and at least in silence Anita felt like she was in control. 

Both people who had spoken so far seemed strange and Anita didn’t know them much at all. When the one sitting against the wall suggested they all go bald, Anita’s face scrunched into a disgusted frown as her eyes rolled to the side in the direction of the woman. “No, we are not entertaining that for one moment; and I surely hope I am not that suggestion’s only opponent.” 

Moving somewhat suddenly from where she was standing near Felix, Anita picked up the orange egg from the table and threw it against a wall on the other side of the small boiler room with all her strength. It, of course, didn’t break. They’d tried that many times before. She sighed, walked over to pick it up in defeat and then placed it back in the center of the room where it had been. “It doesn’t break. And nothing happens when you feed it to a very large snake. I don’t know much about curses and I’m sure there are some exceptions, but the ones I do know of can last for generations.” 

—

Rhyming wasn’t the worst, but Ariadne had never been a big fan of Dr. Seuss. That was too much, and she preferred an occasional rhyme rather than constant ones. Which was probably rude to say and think, but she couldn’t help it. At least rhyming didn’t seen to cause her or anybody around her any actual harm. That would’ve been too much, and wouldn’t have been something that she could so easily deal with. Some of the nightmares she’d had to cause even wound up rhyming, which was a bit of a headache and had made for some less effective nightmares – something she’d have normally been thrilled about, because less effective meant less harm, but it also meant she wasn’t as quickly satiated, which meant she had to do more, which ended up meaning more harm.

But right now she was here to help Felix. Not to make things about herself and have some sort of a pity party about all of it.

“You’ve all got good thoughts.” Ariadne began. “I guess we’ve just gotta figure out how to connect the dots.” She winched. “I’d rather not go bald, if it’s all the same to you. I bet there’s something else that we can do!”

—

Okay, so some of the suggestions so far weren’t the best. Felix wasn’t really sure how going bald would help anything, and they rubbed a hand absently over their hair at the thought. Their mother used to shave their hair in the summers, but it had never looked quite right. Their brother always insisted it was because they had a lumpy head. Felix wasn’t sure if that was true. They hoped it wasn’t. “I’m not sure going bald is the best solution,” they said hesitantly, flashing Thea an apologetic smile. “I’m sure, between all of us, we can find another resolution!”

But, of course, throwing the orange wasn’t helping much, either. Felix winced as it hit the wall uselessly, falling back onto the ground without breaking the same way it always did. They weren’t even sure if breaking it would actually lift the curse. For all any of them knew, that would make things permanent. “We can’t afford to be pessimistic! How many of those generational curses are linguistic? I know we can find a good way out. There are some really smart people here, so I have no doubt. We know trying to break it won’t work. If we keep trying the same thing, we’ll all end up going beserk. Let’s try to think of things we haven’t done yet! I’ll start up a list so we don’t forget.” They pulled out their phone, typing in the notes app. Breaking the orange was at the top of the does not work list. They added a last resort list and typed bald beneath the heading. “Has anyone tried anything on their own? Let me know so I can put it into my phone!”

—

There was a brief moment that Charlie considered the bald thing, a hand shooting up to his hair, and then thought better of it. “I’d rather rhyme forever than be bald.” He decided, pulling a face. He fell silent for a long moment, wracking his brain for ideas of how to be free of the curse. Sure, it was useful to get songwriting done, but it was a nightmare when trying to have a serious conversation with someone and you’re acting like fucking Dr. Seuss. 

He frowned at the mention of generational curses and large snakes, looking at Anita a little funny before shaking his head and going back to the task at hand. Breaking the curse. “What happens if we dull its shine?” He asked, staring at the tacky object. “Surely if we find a way to tarnish it, we’ll all be fine.” Charlie scratched at his head, unsure if that was a solution to anything or just a way to take his frustrations out on the orange.

Had he tried something on his own to break the curse? He thought about it for a minute, looking over to Felix’s phone. “I tried rhyming all the words I could think of that would rhyme with red. Took a while, but… it didn’t work and I was filled with dread.”

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Having an idea rejected was not a good feeling; having it rejected in rhyme was somehow worse. Thea slumped against her moldy pitch of wall. Yes, she’d also rather rhyme forever than be bald and yet, she couldn’t stop thinking that ever since her hair started coming back, her life was weird. Mostly that was because of the strange hair serum she insisted on but what if it was because she angered some baldness god by not respecting the bald? What if this curse was yet another warning from the bald man above? Thea sighed; probably not. Wait… Thea shot up, waving her arm in the air as though this were a classroom, but spoke despite anyone calling on her. She pointed to the older, very attractive woman. “Snickity snackity make, what’s this about a snake?” Thea leaned back again. “We’ve gone through it, if a snake can’t do it, maybe we quit?” But Felix was trying so hard, and no one wanted to rhyme, or be bald. 

“Yes.” Thea shrugged at Charlie’s red rhyming plight. “What a mess. Technically everything rhymes. I don’t have lactose digesting enzymes.” Thea shook her head. “No, what I mean to say—not to play—is that rhymes slant, are still rhymes you can grant. Words imaginary are not a rhyming scary. It is true, though it makes me blue, that the English language has…” She paused. “Words known as…” She paused again. “Unrhymable.” She sighed. “I thought I was able…to break rhyme with these words fabled…instead I became unstable.” Thea lifted a finger up. “Listen: purple. What rhymes with purple? Purple rhymes with purple. Circle is not a perfect rhyme for purple. Jimminy jemminy nurple, I still rhyme with purple.” Thea hugged herself, trying to soothe the pain of purple rhyming. “My point is that rhymes imperfect, are still rhymes you can perfect. And so what does it matter? What’s the point of all this chatter? For a curse that will never shatter?” 

—

Anita didn’t care for being pointed at, but she did grin softly at the suggestion that if a snake couldn’t solve this that it was perhaps unsolvable. A sentiment she, as the snake in question, wanted to agree with but also one she knew had to be untrue - because she knew that there had to be a way to stop this awful rhyming even if she wasn’t the one who was able to figure it out. “Why are you both trying to rhyme colors? Red, purple … and all the others. You seem to be making this harder on yourselves than this all needs to be. Don’t you see? You don’t need to be Shakeperian with the words that you say. They just need to rhyme at the end of the day. It is harder in English that is no doubt, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a solution we can’t scout out.”

It wasn’t something that she would admit aloud, but there was part of Anita that wondered if this was a permanent curse. Her ability to transform into a snake, the gift of the lamia, was technically a curse. An unbreakable one that traveled through a family for generations. She didn’t really want to have a second curse upon her forcing her to rhyme until the end of time. “Maybe if we source this orange back to its origin we’ll find a solution before we become permanent jesters. Preferably before the start of the new semester. It’s one thing to have to rhyme, but I don’t wish to feel like the lorax trying to find words that rhyme with antenna, glands, and thorax.” 

_ 

Ariadne did her best to stay mostly silent. All the rhyming was giving her more than a bit of a headache, and she wasn’t always great with words to start, so suddenly rhyming perfectly was a bit unsettling. Which, again, was maybe a rude way of looking at things, but she couldn’t quite help herself. It was important to try and think of ideas though, and she scrunched her face up, trying to think of more ideas – Thea and Felix and Anita and the dude called Charlie were all having really interesting ideas, and she wanted to do her best to at least try and contribute something.

“Maybe if we ask it to stop? I don’t know if that idea’s a flop.” But it couldn’t hurt to suggest. Ariadne was always down to ask people, animals, or – objects, in this case, to do their very best. Give them the choice, even though she wasn’t sure if this orange had a thought process – conscious – but if she could come back from the dead then maybe decorative oranges could think for themselves.

“Thankfully if I have to rhyme when I do ballet – I shouldn’t have to think all day.” Ariadne nodded, “Plié rhymes at least mostly with chassé, and so on.” So that much was a relief, that she wouldn’t sound too weird during class. Though she was sure that some way would come about to make things sound weirder than they should’ve. “Uh, we could also leave it be? Go away and come back and maybe offer another plea?”

—

This really was a mess, wasn’t it? Everyone was going back and forth about their experiences, and Felix’s feelings towards the curse were souring the more they realized that their friends were probably having less fun than they were. Charlie was full of dread, Thea was rambling about unrhymable words and baldness, Anita had classes to teach, Ariadne had ballet… but that was why they were all here, weren’t they? If they banded together, they’d surely find a way to break the curse. 

Glancing up at Ariadne, they offered a small smile. “Talking to it was one of the first things I tried,” they admitted. “I asked it to let us stop rhyming, but it never replied.” They’d tried that tactic for longer than they’d like to admit, in various different ways. Begging, pleading, making empty promises to the reflective glass… nothing had really done what they were hoping for. “I’m not sure making it dirty would do much, either. It’d probably work as well as breaking it, and we tried that for so long that I had to stop to take a breather!” Breaking it seemed mean, anyway, and Felix didn’t want to be mean. They squinted at the egg, inspecting it carefully.

“Maybe it wants us to make a specific kind of rhyme,” they suggested. “Something to do with the thing itself this time? There could be some kind of secret password. Or maybe something we need to try to say backwards? Or it could just have to do with the egg. Or maybe we have to take it to the leg!” Could the leg be related? Leg did rhyme with egg, didn’t it? Except… “I guess it doesn’t look much like an egg, when you really look at it. The shape isn’t quite right, so the word doesn’t really fit.” They turned it over in their hands with a sigh. “I guess… it’s really more of an orange. I didn’t even know they sold glass oranges, but apparently they do. Isn’t that weird to think about?” They were rambling now… and unaware that those rambles no longer rhymed. Still turning the egg over, still perplexed, and just as clueless as always.

—

There were a lot of ideas being thrown around, and Charlie wasn’t sure which one would make sense. Well, the orange egg thing wasn’t lonely, so appeasing it seemed to be out. Rhyming words with difficult words to rhyme made sense. He was so lost in thought that he tuned out most of what was going on, only coming to when Felix began speaking again, going on and on about different rhymes.

Charlie stared at Felix as he rambled on, noticing that his words slipped from rhyme to just regular speech. “Wait.” Charlie pointed at Felix, shaking his head. “Nothing rhymes with Orange! Which means…” He paused a moment. “Felix, you fucking genius!” Charlie surged forward and shook his friend by the shoulders, grinning brightly. “That’s it, nothing rhymes with orange! We’re fucking free!” He placed his hands on either side of Felix’s face and nodding his head excitedly before letting go and doing a little dance now that he wasn’t stuck rhyming everything. Now Finn wouldn’t be reduced to murdering him for his rhymes! Amazing!

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“No, technically things do rhyme with orange.” Thea said quickly, ignoring the more celebratory aspect of Charlie’s words. “There just aren’t perfect rhymes. But what’s a perfect rhyme even mean? What does it—I mean—what I was saying was…” Thea paused, staring at the group. She wasn’t rhyming. Felix wasn’t rhyming. Charlie wasn’t rhyming. Their problem was solved! And yet, watching Charlie celebrate made her feel decidedly empty. “I guess we’re free?” Her words were back to being bland; her cadence was clumsy again. She was Thea. She frowned. What rhymed with free? “Uh, I guess we have knees? Uh, tree?” It wasn’t the same—she had to think about her words, she had to bear the ugly sound of her voice echoing in her ears. She was Thea, as she had been before all this. Rhyming wasn’t so bad, when the alternative was this. Thea forced herself to perk up. “Hey! Good job, Felix!” 

Pushing herself off the ground, she swiped dirt off her legs. “Now, what do we do about the orange?” Thea pointed at it. “It is really nice, and I think it matches with the Garfield posters, but maybe we should, like, break it or something? Or put it in a case that says ‘don’t touch unless you want to rhyme’? Or, uh, something?” Thea winced at herself; she’d gotten used to the more eloquent rhyming. 

—

For as much as Anita cared for Felix, she did not much care for this group of their friends and she cared even less for their ramblings and ideas regarding fixing this curse. Clearly there were no solutions down in this boiler room. Mentally planning a swift exit before things devolved into listening to the girl suggesting they go bald, Anita had not even noticed that people stopped rhyming until the excitable one burst across the room (not that it took much to burst across a room that size) and was exclaiming that they were free. She frowned, a bit annoyed that everyone was still talking about rhyming with colors. Hadn’t they gotten past this. 

“Tons of words rhyme with orange in Spanish,” Anita muttered, mostly to herself and whomever else in the room spoke Spanish. “Naranja. Toronja. Corrija. Esponja. Puta.”  As she listed of Spanish orange rhymes the realization of what the others were talking about settled in. Had the ridiculousness of the English language just saved them from this rhyming hell? Gross. She’d cogradulate Felix on the success later, maybe, it was their fault everyone was rhyming to begin with anyone. She certainly wasn’t going to do it in front of these strangers, though. “Did you not see what happened earlier? How do you expect to break this thing? No, no. This thing must be locked away in a box of some kind, taken to a remote location, and buried a minimum of 12 feet underground. And then the key must be destroyed.” 

_ 

“Aw, well…” but it did make Ariadne smile that Felix had already tried her idea. They were really great, and the fact that they didn’t just immediately brush her idea off. Because there were plenty of people who might’ve done that. She wouldn’t judge any of them for brushing it off, because that was just how things worked, sometimes, and there wasn’t a reason to be judgmental about it right back to them. That wasn’t kind, and she wanted to be kind whenever she could.

“That’s – we’ll think of something, I know it. We’ll figure stuff out.” Except she did a double-take, listening to everyone else. They weren’t rhyming anymore. “I sort of like blue. It’s a nice color.” Ariadne shook her head. “Sorry, was – I just wanted to try it out, to see if I’d –” she smiled. “If there was still rhyming going on. “That’s true, orange is a tricky thing – word – to rhyme with.” She signed, but nodded to Thea’s idea, and Anita’s. “We could lock it up. Just to be safe?”

—

The rhyming curse was broken, it seemed, as easily as it had been cast in the first place. Touch an orange and rhyme. Speak the word ‘orange’ at the end of your sentence and free yourself. It didn’t make a lot of sense but, then, curses rarely did, did they? Felix felt a rush of… pride, maybe, as Charlie called them a genius, even though they’d had no idea what they were doing when they broke the curse. They hadn’t meant to free anyone any more than they’d meant to curse them in the first place, but maybe intentions didn’t mean much here. Maybe it was enough that they’d broken the curse at all.

There were other matters to attend to, anyway. Felix looked to the orange skeptically, shifting their weight uncertainly between their feet. If Anita wanted to bury it, maybe they could bury it. But… “I’m not sure I can dig a hole that’s 12 feet deep. Maybe we should just, um, chuck it into the ocean or something?” Did it still have its power? If they touched it again now, would the curse start anew? It was hard to say. “I can take care of it. Um, one way or another. I can make sure no one else gets cursed.”

—

Staring at the orange with a look of hesitation, Charlie frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe you should handle it with a pair of tongs, yeah?” He suggested, looking over to Felix with a raised brow. “I mean, can’t risk touching it again, you know?” He looked to Anita, nodding his head. “I definitely think the deeper the hole the better off we are, bury that shit away and hope no one digs it back up. The ocean is an idea too, throw it off the side of a boat Titanic style.” Charlie wiggled his brows, remembering the scene where she threw the necklace into the ocean. 

“Just don’t get yourself cursed in the process of getting rid of it. Because if you curse yourself and then throw it into the ocean, you’re fucking screwed, you know?” Charlie decided it was important enough to point that out, god forbid that poor Felix be stuck rhyming for the rest of his life.

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“What if the fish start rhyming?” Thea asked with complete and honest seriousness. “When you throw it into the ocean? I mean, and, you gotta think about—like…” She hated not rhyming. Everything sounded harsh and wrong. “…like, pollution. There’s a lot of garbage in the ocean already, it’s not nice to dump things in it.” She frowned; maybe none of them really cared about the environment. And yes the ocean was vast, but that thing totally looked like it would just float and then what? “It’s like, you know in Oops, I did it again? They have that whole part in the music video. Which, um, yeah—“ Thea gestured to Charlie. “Yeah, like Titanic. I know that’s not your point but people find things in the ocean eventually. Someone could find it.” The attractive woman was sure that it couldn’t be broken—even if Thea thought they just needed to try harder—and Thea couldn’t argue with an attractive person. It wasn’t much better to bury it either; there would be rhyming worms. 

Thea shrugged; rhyming wasn’t the worst thing to her. “I trust you, Felix. Whatever you want to do with it, that’d be good.” She agreed more with Ariadne, and the idea of locking it up. “Even if it slightly contributes to the declining environmental state of our planet.” Felix was allowed a little climate crime, she thought. They were owed that. 

—

“Oh my god!” Anita finally exclaimed, astonished and exhausted by all of the talking and discussion about what to do and how it might make the fish start rhyming. It was like the curse was lingering, trapping them into a cycle of hypotheticals and hesitations on how to destroy the stupid orange thing. She had given a perfect solution but its feasibility was questioned. Fine. But she was not going to sit around in this room any longer and have a philosophical discussion about how throwing the orange in the ocean may impact the environmental state of the planet. 

Walking up to the egg again, Anita allowed her neck, jaw, and inner digestive tract to shift into the mojave rattlesnake. She did not know these people, and typically would not have exposed herself so obviously, but none of the questioned an orange figurine making the rhyme and they were all friends of Felix’s, in the boiler room of the Grit Pit - if there were ever a space safe from hunters this was it. Opening her mouth wide, she inhaled the orange and allowed it to travel through her body where it would hopefully, finally, meet its end. 

Anita whipped her mouth after shifting back to her human appearance, scanned the room, making eye contact with each of the individuals present. “Now that that is settled, let us never speak of this again.” She paused, waiting to see if the orange in her stomach was going to make her rhyme again, “And look at that, no compulsion for poetry.” She grabbed her bag and made her way to the exit, seeing no need for her to stick around for even a second longer. 

_ 

Ariadne found herself distracted by her relief, up until a lady partially turned into a snake? Or snake-like? Which caused her to do a fairly significant double take. “Or… that. That works too.” It did work, so long as it didn’t hurt the woman who’d eaten the orange and didn’t hurt the orange, either. Even if it had caused all of them to just keep rhyming non-stop. Wynne had found it cute, maybe even charming, but it had been a bit dizzying.

“I won’t say anything about that, I promise.” Ariadne held up her hand, Girl Scout salute and all.

“I know I could use a rootbeer float, if anybody wants to come along?” She turned to leave. “Felix, if you want, we can go shopping for decor together sometime.” Ariadne nervously shifted from the ball of one foot to the other, wishing she had on shoes that were more flexible, desperately wishing to go by her dance studio. “But we did it. That – good job, everyone!” She winced at herself.

—

Thea made a very good point. What about the environmental impact of a cursed glass orange sitting on the bottom of the ocean floor? Felix grappled with the lack of a perfect solution, heart stuttering uncertainly as they tried to come up with some magical answer that might resolve the issue with no kind of negative impact. Burying it in the dirt might find someone else digging it up, keeping it locked away always ran the risk of it being found. What options were available to them? How could they get rid of a thing that didn’t seem to be able to be destroyed without risking someone, somewhere finding it and using it for some kind of poetic evil? 

Their heart was pounding with the pressure, panic threatening to suffocate them, when Anita stepped forward. She made a quick beeline for the orange, and — she ate it. Felix blinked, watching it disappear down her throat. She spoke, not in rhyme, and Felix blinked again. The orange was gone. No one was cursed. This was the closest thing to a best-case scenario they’d gotten in a while, wasn’t it?

Their eyes scanned the group, wide and maybe a little confused, but no longer quite as stressed. Ariadne spoke up with offers of root beer floats and shopping, and Felix nodded. “Yeah,” they agreed. “Yeah! Okay! Root beer floats. I’ll pay for everyone. Um, as an apology. For the curse.” Wow, it still felt weird to not speak in rhymes. A slow smile spread over Felix’s face, in spite of everything. They sighed, content, and walked towards the door. “Next time,” they mused, leading everyone out into the hall and closing the door behind them, “I think I’ll buy a glass apple.”

[aseriesofunfortunatejan]

Okay so for a good faith look at those two elements I've been grimacing about;

That shoe-phone

I'm getting flashbacks to Jojo Part 5 and I don't like them. Due to how incredibly famous Jojo's, including Part 5, is, I can't help but think someone on the team has that influence.

However. Although the reference, if intended, is ugly to me... I think it's mostly about Mortis and not necessarily that they think this is a known symptom of DID. (Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm not aware of mistaking random objects for phones being an actual symptom.)

Mortis is childish, acts childishly, and processes items in her headspace as toys. She whines like a child and draws a big angry red cross on a fairytale book (that looks a little bit like it has Sakiko as a witch on the cover) when she's upset. Ultimately, what makes Soyo click with her is Soyo's habit to look after other people - we know her as a parentified teenager.

So Soyo picks out the other ballet shoe and talks to her as if it were a toy. Of course, it needed to be a shoe so it could be a pair... but either way, this works for Mutsumi.

There's always the possibility that Mortis dislikes actual phones, and therefore resorted to compensating with something else. She doesn't like seeing Anon's smartphone. I'm not sure what the reason is - maybe that Sakiko looked at her phone as the catalyst that broke up CRYCHIC? Maybe that in the era of smartphones, the public knowledge of Mutsumi was shared on phones?

Regardless, I'm assuming those shoes were intended to show Mortis' childishness rather than a symptom of her disorder. At the very least, she isn't actually hallucinating some third person in the form of a doctor; the doctor never picks up the phone, until Soyo plays along.

Raana's "bullshit autism powers"

To be honest I don't know what her deal is yet. I don't believe we're doing supernatural powers, but I'm worried we're kind of doing... "what if autism could be kind of a superpower but in real life". Still, it's not like Tomori could tell anything, and she's the real autism diagnosis girlie here.

...So now is two days later and I still haven't remembered what I meant to say about that. Like I think I thought of a plausible excuse for Raana's systemdar and instantly forgot it when I started to type. Maybe she did that?

So mostly, it turns out I don't have a "good faith reading" to contribute to this matter. I can only share my worries, though of course I plan to discover the rest of the story it with an open mind and an open heart.

I saw someone point out that she grew up seeing a lot of people, which could be how she got used to all types of different beings. This idea stuck with me as logical in regards to her writing, although I'm not convinced by that concept... like... granted Mortis is the worst masking alter on Earth, but how is she supposed to see that Mutsumi is asleep? That's not like. A real thing that people can do. I'm almost sure.

I did note the different colours of her eyes [...]. I don't know if one of her eyes is the same colour as theirs on purpose! I'm not buying the theory that she has DID too, especially if we're going with a confirmation that Mutsumi/Mortis are a two-alter system, which is proportionally much more common in fiction than in real-life to my knowledge. Like the writing of DID is accurately researched but not that deep... that's my impression so far.

I like seeing Mortis form a bond with her, though.

I swear I had something else to say but I forgot. Whatever OTL

EDIT: I REMBER! I do agree with the reading that she is a very observant person already. GOOD NIGHT

[missv4mpsdiary]

Miss Vamp’s Diary • Fetish Goths Explained

Introduction

This is my first tumblr post don’t judge me. I’ve been wanting to do this since purple galaxy pattern was trending. I’m also writing this on my phone atm. You can skip the introduction, just trying to show some credibility as a goth content creator (ʃᵕ̩̩ ᵕ̩̩⑅)

Hello, my name is Miss Vamp. You can also address me as “Vamp” or “V4mptiddy” if you’re not one of my simps online. I decided to open up a small blog to elaborate on some small things like my inspirations for my fashion/cosmetics, honest makeup reviews, commentary on gothic culture or just personal experiences as a financial dominatrix. I want to share more dimensional factors about my (attempted) online personality. This is my awkward way of actually conveying some information that I’ve planned on sharing with the public such as how I’ve grown into being “Miss Vamp”.

I’m a year and a half in the industry, I hope to have this as a long term investment in my future. I aspire to be a goth influencer like MamieHades with my own twist. I love her to bits, one of the first people to notice my posts when I started on Instagram around April 2023.

During my time, I’ve managed to have a sub-funded makeup series where subs buy my makeup for me, a collaboration photoshoots with my best friend of eight years (Mellowbatz on IG), and own a 18+ NSFW discord server, “SlutCult”. So that’s also pretty cool too. I feel almost indebted to the Findom, Goth and BDSM community for supporting my dreams. I’m still small, lots to improve on but optimistic on what my capabilities are in regards to my own contribution towards the locals.

(I’m open to mutuals, you don’t have to pay to chat with me. In spite of that, sub that are interested in serving me, my initial tribute is $20. I’m a busy woman so I expect something transactional to catch my attention.)

Anyways, since I’m juggling so many things so early, making so many securities, a lot of people acknowledge it but never really understand how much this occupation means to me. I’ve barely started recognizing the emotional attachment I’ve had with this occupation until six months into it. There’s more intricate details between the line of my presentation. They don’t know my storyline of how I swindled to becoming a sensual sadistic fetish goth vampire that glue down their eyebrows and give subs nightmare fuel with my uncanny goth makeup. Nor have I truly exposed this side of me. In an unfiltered and non restricted manner. This is my raw self and attitude through written work.

Findom, Makeup tutorials and Goth Modeling is honestly my biggest passion as I’m entering my twenties and one of the things that orbits around my individuality. Yes, I have other accomplishments like graduating with an English degree and other adult stuff but this is equally important to me.

I plan on possibly running a YouTube channel with my bestfriend in the future but for now, I wanted to dabble in blogs and possibly have this as an online diary. A media that my intended audience can enjoy and for subs to indulge in secrecy.

If you've followed me on my other platforms outside of tumblr, I identify as a Fetish Goth. At some point, I pathetically failed to articulate that I wanted to have more queer/alt mutuals on an Instagram reel which backfired because I realized my interest is NICHE. It’s not well defined and misconstrued to be something else. Therefore, I feel like I have a sense of responsibility to actually elaborate and educate people who actually have an interest in my vision. I see that there’s attentive people that would like to know what I’m deliberately posting about.

General Explanation About Fetish Goths:

Fetish goth is a style blending elements of gothic fashion with BDSM aesthetics, stands out as a striking and provocative form of self-expression within alternative communities. Sensuality can serve as an identity in an individual’s life by their practice, morality or occupation. Sex sells but committing to the bit is taboo. It’s distinct subculture style within the broader landscape of gothic fashion, drawing influences from BDSM culture, punk fashion, and alternative music scenes. It was formed in the progression of goth culture, embracing edgier and more provocative aesthetics, incorporating elements of fetish wear and erotic symbolism into their attire. Generally speaking, it’s the reason why we wear fishnets, chokers and corsets.

The origins of fetish goth can be traced back to the late 20th century, a period marked by profound social and cultural upheaval with pop culture. Pop Culture media loves incorporating it but the average citizen can sneak a few disapproving glances at you. This fashion statement is not only controversial but can be relevant in today’s societal pandemic of purity culture and norms about fashion. A more honorable mention is the arguments about goth only fans models and idiots arguing in my comment section about how i’m a “poser” yet they lip sync to London After Midnight’s “Bondage Song” as a thirst trap on TikTok. This evolution in thought is not merely academic but has had profound social and moral implications. The motives developed through the ongoing media interpretation of said fashion and formed into a more political statement. In recent years, it has continued to germinate and adapt, reflecting changing attitudes towards gender, sexuality, and identity. As society becomes increasingly diverse and inclusive, fetish goths have expanded their ranks to include individuals of all genders, sexual orientations, and cultural backgrounds, encompassing a more fluid and expansive understanding of alternative fashion and subcultural identity.

As punk and gothic subcultures gained momentum in the 1970s and 1980s, a wave of creative experimentation swept through alternative communities, challenging conventional notions of fashion and identity. Inspired by the DIY ethos of punk and the macabre elegance of gothic aesthetics, early fetish goths began to incorporate elements of fetish wear / symbolism into their attire. The 1990s had a rise in electronic music (synth waves) and Fetish style such as PVC, rubber, piercings, leather latex and BDSM bondaged wear in Goth Clubs. This was an imperative step in separating Goth as a distinct subculture that is dissimilar to the post-punk scene it spawned from. Punk fashion had also incorporated elements of bondage and BDSM-wear because it was popularized in the media (Vivienne Westwood and Malcolm McLaren’s legendary SEX store in London) but it wasn’t as evident. Most punks were wearing D rings rather than O rings. The difference is O-ring is solely meant for BDSM, it means ownership and customized for humans participating in it; Having a D ring on a collar was catered to dogs. This might be a culture shock to some but chokers are called chokers for a reason.

It was merely drawing inspiration from the dark romanticism of gothic literature, the raw energy of punk rock, and the provocative aesthetics of BDSM. Fetish goths crafted a distinct visual language that defied categorization and pushed the boundaries of traditional fashion. The rise of this look coincided with a broader cultural shift towards alternative lifestyles and underground subcultures. As mainstream media and popular culture began to co-opt elements of gothic and BDSM aesthetics, fetish goths carved out their own niche within the subcultural landscape, embracing DIY ethos and a spirit of creative rebellion. From underground clubs and music festivals to online forums and social media communities, fetish goths found camaraderie and solidarity with like-minded individuals who shared their passion for dark fashion and unconventional beauty.

This is the part that could be upsetting to some but I must admit that it’s necessary to emphasize on how insane some users sound when they blame me as “part of the problem”; that doesn’t make sense. Fetish goth is not porn material, I personally don’t pretend to be goth for money. Not every single fetish goth is meant to be a sex worker, some just like it for the sex appeal and nothing more. As for me? I incorporated it into my findom / online branding and it was my own personal choice. There’s something more important to be addressed about within this context, there was always a fetish component to the subculture. It’s inherited into our characteristics. It doesn’t mean that femme presenting people should be fetishized. No one deserves to be fetishized unless there’s consent. I just need to make it abundantly clear it has been adopted by the goth scene entirely and any article of these clothes can be obtained without going to a sex store. It’s the unspoken reason why goth clubs are 18+ and elder goths were so territorial around baby goths. We have adopted explicit fetish accessories and turned it into street wear, the beloved footwear of big stompy boots also deviated from early goth footwear. While Demonia makes many styles of gothic shoes, their most identifiable boots are characterized by their tall platforms and heavy silver hardware, which can take the form of spikes, O-rings, buckles or chains. Both of these that were originally worn by them are now integrated into casual fashion and have influenced gothic culture. So I’d hate to register people on my page complaining about my fashion niche as hypocritical. ESPECIALLY if they’re in possession of Demonia boots and lip service items, it’s like the call is coming from inside the house. It’s so similar to our modern appearance that people can’t differentiate the two or register that it was the blueprints.

One of the key influences on the development of fetish goth style was the BDSM subculture, which was also a distinct community in the latter half of the 20th century.

BDSM, an acronym for Bondage, Dominance, Sadism, and Masochism, encompasses a wide range of practices and identities centered around consensual power exchange and erotic role-playing, Outside of the biased interpretations it’s classified as "a multidimensional paraphilia of sexuality; (consensual) power interchange in sexual encounters." All of this is safe of course, unlike the stigma, there are plenty of rules and reinforcements because it’s disciplinary between two parties (or more).” Fetish attire actively include leather, latex, corsets, and other fetishistic attire serve as symbols of sexual empowerment and personal expression, challenging societal taboos surrounding sexuality and desire to the public interest. It could simply be served as a temptation and pinpoint what kind of individual a person is by their reaction; "A twofold evolution tended to make the flesh into the root of all evil, shifting the most important moment of transgression from the act itself to the stirrings - so difficult to perceive and formulate - of desire" (Foucault, p. 20), reflects the seductive nature of fetish goth attire.

The main introduction is mainly with O rings chokers, big boots (with O rings, chains or spikes), bondage pants, chains/mail materials, and PVC, a type of latex leather that has a glossy shine, and the alternative version faux leather. This style does more than simply shock or oppose societal norms; it questions the foundations upon which these norms are built. By bringing 'the stirrings of desire' into the open, It critiques the notion that internal desires should be repressed or hidden. Instead, it celebrates these as parts of human identity that should be acknowledged and expressed. The visibility of such attire in public spaces and subcultural gatherings underscores a rejection of the idea that the body and its desires are sources of evil or shame. Furthermore, the very act of displaying what is conventionally concealed operates as a form of resistance against societal controls over the body and sexuality. It embodies a challenge to the 'twofold evolution' where the personal, internal aspects of desire are not only made visible but are also celebrated rather than censured. In doing so, fetish goth fashion not only redefines the aesthetics of desire but also reclaims agency over how desire and the body are perceived and governed.

Philosophy In The Details:

In historical context, particularly within Christian doctrine, this transformation can be seen in the transition from a focus on overt acts of sin to a more introspective examination of one's inner life and temptations. This shift places a greater moral burden on individual thoughts and feelings, which are inherently more subjective and less observable than actions. This introspective turn is deeply aligned with the practice of confession, where the faithful are encouraged not only to repent for their sins but to verbalize their innermost temptations and desires, thus making what is internal and hidden into something spoken and external.

So yes, to an extent there is a transformation of desire when most people start experimenting with it. Western societies have conceptualized sin and morality. This statement reflects a significant shift from viewing sin as merely a matter of wrongful actions (the acts themselves) to a deeper concern with the internal desires and impulses that precede and instigate these actions (the stirrings of desire). Without a doubt, there’s a site of moral scrutiny and social control that resonates strikingly with the aesthetics and expressions within it. Fetish goth attire, with its explicit evocations of the forbidden and the transgressive, challenges this historical moral schema by externalizing and aestheticizing what mainstream culture might deem dark or deviant desires. The provocative nature of fetish goth attire is not just a fashion statement but a form of social commentary. It confronts the viewer with a visual dialogue about the nature of desire, transgression, and the body.

In essence, the provocative freedom of fetish goth attire is a powerful form of cultural critique and resistance, embodying Foucault's observations about the shifts in moral scrutiny from acts to desires. It is more avant garde promoting a more inclusive and accepting approach to the diverse expressions of human sexuality and identity.

Significance In MY Life

However, to me, It’s my lifestyle. Arguably, it's the origins of my alter ego. My wardrobe, which is slowly accumulating more BDSM fetish attire and undergarments. Subs tend to buy my accessories, leather goods, makeup, lingerie and underwear. The exhibitionist in me can’t help but to be promiscuous in material. I personally love receiving attention in tight fitted and licentious displays of my best physical assists. I love it when it’s acknowledged and obsessed when I get complimented by anyone really. There’s just something about it that makes me feel really good inside when I challenge the status quo of “modesty” and “purity”. Makes me perky when I get worshipped for these qualities. Truly and honestly, I write this with my full heavy heart that I feel absolutely empowered. I take pride in being a tease and being spoiled for it. I love taking money and turning people on for wearing sexy clothes. For offending conservatives and being labeled as a lecherous “Jezebel”. It's the sensational urge that dwells within my erotic chimera to make someone choke on their tears when they address me as their Mistress. It’s the shine in my leather boots and in my eyes when I fantasize about a pathetic infatuated slave worshiping me at my toe box. The pleasure within holding someone at the end of the leash and consensually treating the participant as a fetish fashion accessory. Excitement to have a drawer full of subfunded panty just to add on the extra flare of what the distance of a fetish goth can preform. The ability to be thankful everyday because it’s another day to spite someone or give someone a sexual awakening. It’s the principles of my morality and the influences in my judgment as a woman in control of a libido. The confidence I have at this very moment, took many years to build up enough to prevail and rip people limb from limb apart. The guideline of sexual ethics, the philosophy of BDSM. My highest pinnacle of self expression. My own form of sexual liberation and sensuality wrapped in black satin and leather. It’s my redemption for being shamed into conformity. I refuse to surrender something valuable like that again.

This seemingly benign practice of sensuality of discussing desires becomes a profound tool for societal control on my end, influencing not just my own actions but the very desires that motivate an individual. It compliments my personality and if you dare to be technical in astrology, it’s the product of having a scorpio venus. I love the intensity, undying admiration and stubborn loyalty that could be formed in a dynamic bond. Overall, I love garnering eccentric fashion and sexual appeal like Elvira, Mistress Of The Dark. I will say it’s not for everyone, including other goths in the community but this lifestyle was solely the reason as to why I was able to reclaim my power and gain an identity as a fashionista and a findom. I do not sexualize goths, I sexualize myself if that makes sense? The funny thing about the assumption from the public eye is that everyone thinks I'm experienced and “ran through” but I'm still a raging virgin with guilty pleasures and hyperfixation on the topic. Regardless, I hold intense sentimental value in my fashion statement overall.

Originally, I treated this like exposure therapy after my assault and learned all principles before applying it into my life. I hope this perspective offers a critical framework for understanding the acts of rebellion and identity expression in communities, which stand in stark contrast to these norms, showcasing their cultural significance and resistance (and look good doing it). I also wanted to share this to formally specify why I make this such a big deal in my brand. Western societies have historically managed individual desires, particularly through the mechanism of discourse. A form of societal command unique to the West — was established to regulate personal desires captures a pivotal shift in the relationship between individuals and societal norms. This injunction wasn't merely a directive to obey the law; it extended deeply into the private realm, dictating that individuals not only confess to transgressions but also constantly discuss and analyze their desires.

Conclusion

(Relatively speaking as a fetish goth/findom)

Western society compels individuals to transform "every desire into discourse." This requirement to vocalize and scrutinize personal desires allows society to exert control over individuals not just through suppression but through the shaping of thoughts and feelings. Desires, once private, become public and malleable under societal scrutiny. I just personally feel like I’ve always been observed under this pressure before I turned 18 because of the brash gooners that had their brain fried from porn. No matter what I wear, it will never be an invitation but that doesn’t mean people won’t stop eye fucking me. So I interpreted this as my own way of processing and making desires a topic of constant discourse but simultaneously serves as a subtle but powerful form of social control for me. Before I turned into a fleshed out goth girl, I was confronted by this behavior on multiple occasion. If people are going to be weirdos, they might as well pay for my bills.

It operates under the impression of transparency and self-awareness, yet it functions as a mechanism through which society can influence and often dictate acceptable desires and behaviors. In the context of the fetish goth subculture, this societal mandate becomes a site of resistance. By openly embracing and redefining what mainstream culture might consider deviant or taboo, members of this subculture challenge the traditional boundaries set by the historical injunction to regulate desires through discourse. So in conclusion, this is how I live in my truth. Either you hate it, love it or fund it.

[daisys-reality]

Hey hey! Excuse me if I'm bothering but I'd like to ask something! 🙇🏾‍♀️

Your readings are so good and are so well to put together! So if you don't mind me asking how exactly do you learn tarot to get so good at it? And how do you make your readings flow so nicely? I always do it card by card so it seems as though the subject sharply changes. Overall I'd love to know your process of doing readings! :)

heyy @herladysrealm you're not bothering me, don't worry😊✨ thank you so much for the compliments! I will try to answer your questions as good as I can. (Sorry for how lengthy it got 😅)

Regarding what I did to get 'so good' at it, I just started doing readings for myself and for some irl friends first, then I randomly started with personal requests here on tumblr 2021/2022... and doing pac readings was also a very spontaneous decision! I just felt like there was not that much tarot content on reality shifting when I started my shifting journey, that's why I decided to do it myself lol. To be honest, with tarot readings you'll always feel like you don't really know what you do.😂 Even now, after having done so many readings and after receiving so much positive feedback, I still always feel like that! So, just go for it. Be brave, be confident and start posting! I personally did listen to some subliminals, so you could try that too if you want. And I also watched a lot of tarot videos on YouTube before buying my first deck! I really liked how they interpreted the cards and I learned a lot from it too! Everything else is just practice I guess.

Regarding how I do my readings... I want to mention first that I have my own space where I have all my tarot/oracle stuff and I only do readings there and nowhere else! I keep that space always clean, I air the room often, I also have some plants there and all my crystals and candles, so that there is always a constant pleasant atmosphere! It is pretty important for me because I can always easily get in the right headspace when I'm there.

When I plan on doing a PAC reading, the process usually looks like this: I usually look for pictures on pinterest first and then create the layout in my tumblr drafts on my phone. Once I have done that, I sit down in the space I told you about, I prepare my stuff: I get my laptop, put on some playlist, open web-tumblr and google docs, I put on a candle and do a very short meditation where I ground myself and set my intention to do a reading now and where I ask to receive clear guidance, answers and messages for my reading. As I usually have a topic by then, I think about which deck to use and about how to approach this topic (- sometimes I make a plan beforehand, other times I just start intuitively!) and then I get my everything ready. Regarding how I get my cards, I do both - I take the cards that fall out while shuffling and I also draw the cards myself. I do have some other little habits like knocking on my deck before shuffling and stuff like that but I leave those out here. I usually get all the cards I need and then I analyze the situation. I don't like having too many cards so I always try to keep it minimal -> I have a few tarot cards for the main message and then I just add oracle cards or my self made messages if I want to have more clarification. I do look up the meanings of some cards at times because I like to have all the possible perspectives in mind and then I just start writing on my laptop (in google docs)! I usually just get in the flow of writing and things pop up in my mind - so it all just happens somehow.😅 Also, I usually don't do all piles at once because they tend to get so long. So, I sometimes do the other pile a few days later - it really depends on my mood... Or sometimes I get the cards for a pile, do an overview of things (with keywords) for what I get and then I do the writing of that pile a few days later but those piles usually get a lot longer unfortunately. After finishing writing everything down, I proofread my piles, edit them perhaps a little so that they look more structured and then I copy paste them into web-tumblr! Towards the end, I put all the cards back, shuffle the decks , knock on them, (imagine/visualize them being cleansed,) clean my space/table up, put off the candle and do a short meditation again where I express my gratitude and state that I release all the energy from the reading (we don't want any lingering energies💀) and that I claim my own energy back to ground myself again.

Regarding writing style, I just picked up a few habits from my time in university I guess! (Ex. having one main topic per paragraph, having more lengthy paragraphs than shorter ones, using conjunction and stuff like that but I think those are just those main rules for academic writing). Though, if you have any other questions, just ask me! I hoped this helped you somehow 🖤🫂

[alyjojo]

Thinking of You - March 🥺 2024 - Leo

Whole of their energy towards Leo: 4 Wands rev

Feelings: Knight of Cups

Intentions: 8 Wands rev

Actions: Temperance rev

Something with you is “a trap” to this person and they don’t want to commit to it. For someone it’s your mom, for others it’s a partner. Could be a partner that has to deal with your/a baby mama/daddy (or rather, they refuse). There may have already been a marriage and this person has made up their mind they’re never doing that again. They could also just be non committal and not ready, it’s that simple. If a parent, they think you’re unreliable and can’t commit to things, or they’re being supportive to you through a situation that causes you to be out of sorts in this way. Could be your co-parent if you have one.

They don’t want to be without you, they keep their judgments or perceptions to themselves but they see you as unreliable and selfish, out for yourself only, and it causes the relationship between you to not be stable. Knight of Cups shows they love you, or they know you love them, and they want to be fair to you & nice. That doesn’t mean giving you what you want if it’s not what they want though. Intentions are making no move towards growth, not expanding, not moving in, not getting engaged, no more kids, not even really talking about it or if you have then it’s “I said what I said”. They’re not budging. Actions are this person getting impatient with deliberation and playing around with their heart maybe - if it’s them. Or getting impatient with you doing the same. Someone is irritated how long it’s taken for someone to act and they’re still not acting, idk if there’s pressure or what but I don’t see any minds changing. This is a person that probably doesn’t give direct answers to any question, they don’t like to commit to things generally, especially love. Or they address it one time and there’s no convincing them otherwise.

Messages:

Their side:

- You belong with me.

- There’s no one else for me.

Your side:

- Cannot Handle Reality 😵‍💫

- You are too much for me 💯

Possible signs:

Heavy Libra, Aries & Sagittarius

If you’re dealing with:

The Chariot can talk about travel, wherever that may apply, but overall this is about your ambitions and pure willpower to overcome any obstacles in front of you. Maybe others’ as well, you could work or team up with some of these people, they could be helping you achieve your goals, or influencing them.

Aries - disappointed you’re holding grudges with them, or they are, someone was hurt and not letting it go, could be regarding money / a position on something, or holding onto it, could be this person

Taurus - blocked communication, feels there’s no other option & it’s the right thing to do

Gemini - obsessed with you, wants you, willing to wait *forever* for the opportunity to be with you, intends to do everything they can for it 😍

Cancer - loves you, finds you extremely attractive, loves the way you do things, but maybe not necessarily *just* you - or switch it, someone gets off on getting attention

Leo - loves working with you, I heard “the dream team”, no matter the relationship

Virgo - thinks you’re hot 🥵 but keeps it a secret, planning how they want to handle that

Libra - ended this for a reason, they feel like they’ve been honest with you about it

Scorpio - doesn’t care, moving on - or switch

Sagittarius - hoping a wish comes true, or you do, they/you have put a lot of time into something

Capricorn - done doing things for the wrong reasons, maybe acting controlling or materialistic, someone bit their head off or will if they don’t quit (you?) - or switch it

Aquarius - there’s no romantic feelings growing between you, but they’re honest and a good person to talk to

Pisces - busy trying to clean up some disaster that came out of nowhere, could be financial or work related & they’re open about it

[ofallthingsnasty]

I started reading your fics on ao3 and my goodness they are such a treat😍💕 dark and nasty fanfics just hit different('capture kill' and 'through the briar' have me in a chokehold omg😖😮‍💨)

I also feel super happy to find people that feel exactly like I do about Micah from rdr2. Like he is the worst plz shoot him, but he is also just a fascinating character. I hate him, but I also think he's neat( and low-key kinda of funny) haha but I never say it out loud out of fear of getting absolutely blasted by the fandom🙃💀I mean looking at the fact that a lot of rdr2 fix-it fics, fix it by banishing Micah to shadow realm at the first possible moment and everybody making full blown essays of why he's the worst character of all time, is enough for me to keep my mouth shut lol 😭 So its really nice to see that there are people that appreciate his character and Peter Blomquist's fantastic work portraying Micah Bell.

Also are you planning on giving 'capture kill' and 'through the briar' sequals👀? Because I am 100% here for any continuation for either of them🫶

Thank you so much!! 🥰💖💖 I am so incredibly glad you like my fics - especially 'through the briar' and 'capture kill', they've grown to be my favorite stories. A little darkness sometimes (or all the time) is just so... indulgent 😉

And oh my god, anon, you fucking get me. Micah is one of my favorite characters - and the only character I truly loathe but still adore because he's just so damn well-written. He makes me uneasy in the game, to the point I visibly cringe, he is a total piece of shit I just want to punch - but he is such a good character. One of the best villains to me. And exactly, a giant part of that is Peter Blomquist's wonderful voice acting. That man is a fucking magician because you can identify Micah from his breaths alone. He did one hell of a job on that blond bastard and I really admire him for it.

"but I also think he's neat( and low-key kinda of funny) haha but I never say it out loud out of fear of getting absolutely blasted by the fandom🙃💀"

To be entirely honest, I had the same worries as you when I posted 'through the briar'. You have a lot of people on here who send you hate for writing noncon AND there are a few others who hate Micah with every fibre of their being (which is totally understandable, but please don't send hate haha) - I was really nervous to draw the ire of BOTH of these parties. I was fully prepared to get a few nasty comments and otherwise silence on that fic - and I am STILL floored at the sheer amount of positive feedback I've gotten. You don't know how happy every single comment I've gotten has made and still makes me. 'through the briar' was two months of work and a lot of headaches for me and for it to scratch an itch for so many people has been one of the highlights of my little 'career' as a fic writer. Genuinely, thank you so much for your love!!

Regarding sequels, I have written about some scenarios after 'through the briar' happens - here and here. I want to write out the immediate aftermath and that little escape scenario as little vignettes on here, it's on my list!! I am basically waiting for my muse to fully strike - right now, I'm still pre-occupied with getting through One Piece, so that might take a while 🙈 As for capture kill - I am currently working on a little Bill pwp - just a little thing, some years into the future with him - that should be done by tomorrow! Other than that, I have some thirsts/scenarios here, here and here. Both of these fic will probably not get a 'proper' sequel but I don't want to rule it out, I am known to finish WIPs that have been rotting away in my docs for three years 😭 I am however always open to write little blurbs and the like, feel free to ask for anything that might come to your mind!! 🤗 And thank you again for your sweet message, it means so much to me.

[jimmyknives]

REGARDING OPEN YOWCHO ORDERS:

Howdy, I know there are still a good handful of people waiting on their orders since the shop closed. I totally understand the frustration or just eagerness to get your stuff, and I apologize for the wait. This is where I’m at: after a year + of financial hardships, dwindling sales, and general setbacks, I closed the shop in August- it was losing too much money, and as hard as I tried to save it, I just wasn’t making enough to cover the shop’s expenses or my own. I gave it an honest shot, all of my blood sweat & tears, but truthfully I’m just not very good at running a business. I probably wouldn’t be an illustrator if I was. 

The shop’s bank account is now empty, and since closing I’ve been shipping orders and issuing refunds on my own dime. Orders have been trickling out, but without the shop, I don’t have a proper stream of income. Job hunting has been tough, and I’ve been relying on freelancing to make ends meet. I’m sure many of you know what that’s like and how difficult it is to eke out enough money to get by. I’ve spent all of my savings, and at this point I can’t ship orders or process refunds until I have a proper job. Freelancing right now is barely covering what I need to survive, and more often than not lately, my bank account is overdrawn. Orders and refunds will be handled as soon as I’m able, but right now 100% of my focus is on making enough to keep my rent paid and food in my fridge. Any extra income I have is going straight to processing outstanding orders, Again, I’m sorry for the long wait times, I wish things worked out differently with the shop, but unfortunately this is just where it’s at right now, and until I’ve got some extra dough to grease the wheels, this is the only update I’m able to give you. I can’t really tell you not to file a chargeback with your bank, obviously I’d really strongly prefer you didn’t; that all comes out of my own personal money, and at the time of writing this my account balance is negative $142.07 - but I can promise you that as soon as I’m able to handle your order I will. 

I’m also not really responding to DMs about orders right now. I understand most of you are kind and understanding, but the amount of straight up harassment I’ve experienced from a minority of customers over the last year has been enough that for my own mental wellbeing, I’m just not going to expend the energy sorting through it all until I actually have the funds to get things moving again. I also do not need the unsolicited advice- whatever you have to say to me about how I ran my business is not helpful to me at this point, and I can guarantee I’ve heard it in every color of the rainbow, along with any and every name you could possibly think to call me. I’m not engaging with that kind of stuff, I don’t care if it’s well intentioned or not at this point. I’m done being berated by disgruntled customers and harangued as if I’m laughing it up on a yacht somewhere with piles of scam money, and not actually working very hard to pick up the pieces of a failed business that I poured all of my time and money into for years of my life. I apologize to all the nice & well intentioned folks who are just looking for updates - that makes up like 90% of you, but anybody who’s worked retail knows that it really just takes one bad interaction to fuck up your whole day, and until I can actually do something about outstanding orders, I’m not going to subject myself to that.

I’m very thankful for the support I’ve received over the years and for all the fans of my work who have helped me get this far. Maybe once I’ve tied up all the loose ends with the shop and gotten everything taken care of, I can start figuring out some kind of plan to start selling my work again, in a better, more streamlined way, who knows.. that probably won't be for a loooong time- - Until then, I’m going to focus on illustrating, and I’m always looking for work (illustration or otherwise) so please please please holler at me. If you live in Portland hire me, and if you’re some kind of freakish good samaritan and want to kick me a few bucks to keep the lights on while I get things sorted, you can venmo me @jimmyknives or cashapp me $jimmyknives666 . Thanks for understanding.

[kidmachinate]

The Burned Bridge

(This has been scheduled since July 31st to post if things go as predicted. Was right on target, therefore no reason to delete or edit this)

It must be nice to have zero responsibility. Zero accountability. Zero care for anyone for yourself unless there is some potential benefit for you and chances are, it is to help save you from something. Funny how your reintroduction after over a year of not communicating with me over something you did literally started like this.

"Sorry it took this long to reach out but I need your help."

You got it. You blew it. Time and time again.

Finding this would indicate putting in some sort of effort to use the internet outside of mobile games, political YouTube videos, and content based on the games played that you just get mad at. If I'm honest though, it's a reflection of fourteen whole months. Eight and half spent unemployed and sometimes couldn't even bother to either communicate, come with around the corner somewhere, and plenty else I'm not gonna put out there.

The worst part? Even if I torch this bridge less than two weeks from now, it doesn't mean I hate you...but there was more than bills at stake here. You knew this. You took it for granted til the very end. In fairness, I told you to have your cake and eat it too because your days are numbered. Thought maybe on principle you'd at least think of doing something different. Nope. It's fine by me. You could have been homeless. I prevented that. At what cost to me? At what cost to me and my partner who already have our own stuff to work out? Hearing daily about lack of action in multiple regards and that's without even getting into much more personal shit.

When and if you wonder why and how things got this way, I hope you find this post. Remember our conversations...which despite all you've done to tarnish this relationship, I still cared a bit to make sure you're on the right path. Gave you suggestions because you never seem to have a plan. Something that is gonna come up again before you leave and I'll help. Unless you refuse help, which I see happening due to shame. Maybe it's pride. Who knows? Once you're out, it's not up to me. It's up to you. Thing is, I'm not leaving the door open. Chances are, if things keep going this way, I'm torching the damn bridge. It's up to you.

You've got a lot to figure out. This could have been the easy path to success. After over a year of waiting, I simply can't any longer. Smear my name if you must. It will only work with people who don't know me. Everyone knows the simple truth. You did this to yourself and have no one but yourself to blame. I'm not sorry. This was never my choice. My choice was made taking a chance on you again after you blew it before. I'll never make that choice again. I won't even give myself the chance to. The last favor I'll do for you even after all this is not giving you a name, but anyone close to me you've tried to convince I'm the bad guy will know exactly who I'm talking about, and that's on you.

I've been through some romantic shit before. Sometimes even including housing scenarios in which I wasn't the problem but knew to take myself out of the equation to not make things awkward for everyone else. I can only count on one hand the scenarios that cut deeper than this. I took a chance that denied my parts of my happiness and some access to my best friend. Paint me as the villain of you need to because I'll never know about it. Any possibility of a comeback here is gonna require lots of effort, effort which has been proven countless times, you are not currently capable of and I'm not likely to care once you do. For your sake, I hope no one comes after you for the problems you're in denial and/or running from that go beyond anything we talked about that led to this point. Don't repeat this mistake with who you have left, if you haven't already burned those bridges as well.

In fairness, you didn't burn this one. You wanted to hold onto what we had while continuing to disrespect my partner and I in our own household. As a result, as you exit our home, I'm torching the bridge.