#I think? Idk

[nyerus]

A Masterpost for the Revised Version of TGCF

Due to the amount and frequency of misinformation about the revised version of TGCF, I wanted to make a post to serve as a resource for those who are confused about it, while also helping to debunk some of the sensationalist rumors floating around.

This post will be edited to include new things as needed.

⚠️Spoiler Warning: if you have not finished reading the original novel, or want to experience the new scenes from the revised naturally/fresh, please proceed with caution! I've intentionally kept things as vague as possible, but some spoilers are unavoidable!⚠️

✨ PART ONE: Frequently Asked Questions ✨

🔹What is the "revised" version of TGCF?

MXTX had been working on a revised version of TGCF since completing the original, as mentioned this in her postscript/afterword, and in an online interview (Q.27) done years ago just as she competed TGCF. That's all that was known for several years.

In early 2023, TGCF was finally released in print format in mainland China — and this was revealed to be the revised version! Due to regulations, this was a censored edition. However, in early 2024, the uncensored edition was uploaded to JJWXC (the site where all of MXTX's webnovels were originally published)! It's currently fully available to read in Simplified Chinese.

If you want a more in-depth explanation about the revised, please see my post about that here.

🔹What does the revised change compared to the original?

Several scenes have been added, some removed, others expanded upon. Overall, MXTX reportedly wrote 100k characters (words) of new content. While the overarching plot of each arc and the novel as a whole remains the same, it's a more cohesive and polished story. Pacing in each part of the story has been adjusted to flow better, especially in arcs notorious for feeling slow or disjointed.

Some segments have had fairly significant changes — namely the Bloody Banquet/Fang Xin Guoshi arc. (Though it still plays out much the same way.) Most others have smaller changes.

A new extra was also added, called "the Ghost King Dressed Down," which has been translated by Scarabsi on twitter.

🔹How does the revised version effect characters?

Apart from certain minor characters — such as the child Lang Ying who was removed entirely — there haven't been many drastic changes. The biggest thing was side characters like Lang Qianqiu and Ling Wen being given notably more backstory to further flesh them out. Their characterization itself hasn't changed, however.

🔹Which version is canon, then?

Whichever you want, and you can mix-and-match! MXTX has given fans her blessings and encouragement!

🔹How do I read the revised version in English?

Currently, there are no official or unofficial English translations of the whole revised version. Nor are there any plans to do so for the near future.

However, there are English fan translations of a few notable chapters, which you can read here. There's also instructions on that site on how to read the rest of the updated webnovel in English, using a browser extension.

Additionally, the audio drama is adapting the uncensored revised version, and has been doing an amazing job! Check out how to listen to that with English subs here.

✨PART TWO: Debunking Rumors & Clearing up Misinformation✨

Note that all chapter numbers given will be referencing the webnovel's. The old chapters are also available towards the bottom of the page as "serialized versions."

(Translated screenshots provided are janky because it's just basic google MTL!)

🔸"Mentions of Mu Qing's mother was removed from the revised!"

Not at all! Both his parents are still mentioned, along with how Mu Qing is the primary breadwinner due to his mom's failing eyesight. (Ch. 57)

🔸"The earring scene isn't there anymore!"

The earring scene is still very much there! Not actually sure why this is a rumor at all, when the whole earring thing spans several chapters. Here's the conclusion of it (Ch. 59):

🔸"Characters have been butchered in general, with Mu Qing especially getting scenes cut!"

No character (who didn't straight-up get deleted) has been butchered. Nor has any character been singled out for having their scenes deleted/changed, because that's happened to every character — yes, including Xie Lian and Hua Cheng! — and they also have new scenes added!

E.g. the scene where Mu Qing picks the cherries is removed, because that whole section was changed. (However, it's still mentioned that others are prejudiced against him due to his background, and so on.) Meanwhile, there's a brand-new scene that shows Mu Qing's aptitude in treating wounds, as well as he and Feng Xin having new hijinks as "junior officials" with Xie Lian, and more.

Despite the rumors, characters haven't been flattened to make them more one-dimensional compared to Hualian. Perhaps the idea of certain scenes being cut sounds scary for characterization, but a lot of the original has been retained one way or another. In many cases, MXTX just condensed things, or moved them around. The revised is meant to be looked at as a whole, after all.

🔸"Mu Qing now leaves for no reason in Book/Arc 4, instead of for his mother!"

Mu Qing clearly states in the revised that he wants to leave in order to find a way to improve their situation, since they anyways cannot agree amongst themselves. Just like in the original, he was frustrated and felt there was no point in continuing along the same path. (Ch 152)

And yes, he does not bring up his mother in the revised scene. For context: there is a three year gap between the end of Book/Arc 2 and the start of 4. Which means in the original, Mu Qing didn't mention his mother for those three years. Given the events leading to his departure, and what follows, this causes several inconsistencies.

That is a whole topic unto itself, however. But it's not surprising the revised did it a bit differently.

🔸"Feng Xin isn't as funny anymore!"

Feng Xin is actually one of the least changed characters! This rumor likely stems from the scene where Xie Lian reveals his password, to Feng Xin, who no longer rolls on the floor while laughing. Or maybe it's a miscommunication based on the printed revised, which censored some of his (and Qi Rong's) cursing. But that was only for the printed!

🔸"Ling Wen's character isn't as interesting because of the changes!"

People will really say anything on the internet. She's been given more depth and complexity, if anything. There's new scenes that expand on her background and early days in heaven, and her relationship with Bai Jing has been given a lot of extra attention. Her motivations and actions remain the same, but if the subtext was missed in the original, it could have led to some readers thinking of Ling Wen as certain way. Like a ruthless girlboss.

The revised reiterating that this isn't the case doesn't change or detract from her, as that was one of the points of her story to begin with. Plus, the revised arc gives Bai Jing much-needed characterization.

🔸"Ling Wen's ascension is now due to Jing Wen/not on her own merit/etc!"

Frankly, this rumor might be due to people not properly understanding how ascension works in TGCF, and thinking the revised is adding something that they forgot was already in the original. The revised didn't change anything about the manner in which Ling Wen ascended.

You can actually check out the revised Brocade Immortal arc here for yourself, as it's been fan translated!

🔸"The dynamic between Hualian is different in the revised!"

Their dynamic is exactly the same as before, only reinforced if anything. If the new additions are enough to destroy someone’s image of Hualian or turn it on its head, that’s definitely not a fault with either novel version!

🔸"The scene where Hua Cheng is disguised as Lang Ying and accidentally catches Xie Lian bathing is removed!"

Unfortunately, yes, the bathing scene is gone. However, Hua Cheng in disguise is still there — he's a village kid instead.

🔸"MXTX made changes to side characters/ships because she felt threatened by their popularity compared to her main couple!"

This one just doesn't really make sense, because several side characters were given *more* content — including their relationships.

Lang Qianqiu finally feels like an actual character. Quan Yizhen and Yin Yu have new stuff about them. Shi Wudu has some clever little cameos. Pei Ming’s feelings about Yushi Huang are brought up. Pei Xiu’s backstory is even more heartbreaking. Qi Rong has new scenes that make him feel genuinely menacing. Xiao Ying’s been completely revamped. These are just to name a few, and excluding things already talked about above.

It seems unlikely that MXTX would go through the trouble of adding to her side characters if she didn’t care about them, felt they weren’t important, or thought they were getting undeserved attention. Besides, popular characters like Shi Qingxuan and He Xuan had no cuts to their arc!

Looking at the actual metrics… MXTX has no need to feel threatened by her side ships vs her main ships.

[logicroute]

silly yttd highschoolers polycule blast.. look at them.

[plumdale]

Get it on, ig

with nico at his grandparents’, galia and ruben had the weekend to themselves

[jenevipcoraz]

tons of bugsnax memes for the funnies

[juunes]

KANGEL STAMPS ☆ ...i think. I don't know anything about nso

not requested ! ☆

F2u! No claiming as own

[glassartpeasants]

one piece zombie apocalypse au idea/prologue?

heres that idea i had, tell me if you guys like it or not

Supernova Trio x GN!Marine!Reader

warning: zombies, blood, slight gore, angst, death of an NPC and a few zombies, it's basically the start of how reader met the others

a/n: I promised you guys gn reader and i will deliver. this story/series will be gn reader if you guys like it enough for me to continue it

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A cold breeze rushes over you as you sleep peacefully under the covers, making you shiver. Grumbling, your eyes flutter open. The bright white walls of a hospital room stare right back at you. Rubbing your eyes, you sit up in the silent room. The sterile smell has your head spinning. You hold your head in your hands as you try to figure out how you got here. 

The last thing you remember was fighting a crew of pirates on the east side of Sabaody after being stationed there with the rest of your group. Your commander had been notified of some suspicious activity coming from there and sent you to investigate. 

Knowing that your commander had so much faith in you further solidified the guaranteed promotion position. After spending almost all your life in the Marines, you were already a general. Hating pirates and bringing them to justice was embedded in your soul. 

When you were eight, your parents were killed in a pirate raid, leaving you orphaned. Thankfully, you were taken in by your commander and raised as his own. Every day, training you to be the best you, you could possibly be. Teaching you how to avenge those hurt like you. That no matter what, Marines were always ones in the right. And you have yet to see or hear about them being wrong.

So knowing that you somehow got knocked out or hurt in the line of duty after fighting some pirates was a big pride bruiser. Dedicating your life to fighting pirates, spending years training, only to get bested by some ratty pirates had you gritting your teeth.

Another cold breeze hits your skin, pulling you from your annoyed state. The cool air has goosebumps rising on your arms. An open window catches your attention, proving itself the source of the chill. Pulling off the covers, you move towards the open window, determined to close it.

As soon as you make it to the window, you notice the lack of people bustling in the streets and the absence of the typical hospital noises. The silence you had earlier ignored now seemed deafening. Turning to the clock, you can see it was already noon. Surely, at this time, the hospital would be bursting with activity. 

Closing the window, you turn your attention to the door. With hesitant footsteps, you walk across the cold floor before grabbing the door knob. Upon peeking your head out, your meet with what looks like the aftermath of a tornado. Papers were scattered along the floor, and random bottles of pills broken and smashed into the linoleum. Surgical masks and heavy-duty ones were stomped into the ground.

You open the door a bit more and step out. Your socks cover your footsteps as you move into the hallway. Looking around down both ends and seeing no one, you call out.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Silence. A sense of unease fills you as you continue down the hallway. There were open doors to patients' rooms, and with each one, it was either empty or in disarray. No other sign of life to be found.

“What the hell happened here?” You whisper to yourself as you watch the lights flicker. Power barely staying on. If the lights are barely staying on, how is the state of everything else? The sense of unease grows too big to go on, making you turn back and return to your own patient room.

Opening and closing the door, you try to piece together what's going on. Not a soul near you, and you're surrounded by mess and disarray. You pace the floor, trying to come up with an explanation. There had to be one, right? Was this some sort of lucid dream? Not only was the hospital empty, but so were the streets. And in a bustling place like Sabaody, it was practically unheard of. 

Looking out the window, you take in your surroundings through the glass. The day was bright and sunny, the weather of what should have been a typical day. Just when you were about to turn around, you saw something from the corner of your eye. Bending down, you lean closer to the window, and peeking out from a corner of a building was someone looking paranoid and worried.

Finally, having seen someone, you try to open the window only to realize it's not an openable one. Sighing, you try pounding at the window to catch their attention, even yelling. Yet with each hit of your fist against the glass and sound from your voice, it didn’t reach them.

“God damnit man! Maybe I should just go down there and try to catch up with him.” Sighing, you look down again, hoping to see which way they went, when you're alerted by the sight of what is seemingly a woman booking it towards the stranger.

There was something about the way the woman ran. Her body had a sickly color to it. Her shirt ripped, drenched in a dark substance. There was even something covering her face. But since you were on the 3rd floor of the hospital, you could really determine what it was.

You watch in confusion as the stranger begins to run away from the woman, seemingly in a panic. Their head snapped around as if looking for a place to hide. Yet while he was fast, the woman was quicker, catching up to him in no time.  You watch in horror as the woman pounces onto the man, pinning him down before mauling him. Bile rises in your stomach as the man's screams and pleas of mercy echo in your ears. It only got worse when you watched the woman begin to take chunks out of the man's flesh, eating him alive. 

Your knees give out from under you, making you collapse to the floor. Seconds pass before you throw up on the ground. It was barely anything but enough to voice your disgust. The sight of it all was burned into your brain. His screams and pleas, the blood that spilled from his wounds, and the extent of his injuries. It felt as if your entire body was burning with nerves. The thought of it being you only made you more sick.

With shaky arms, you pull yourself up to check and see if they're both gone, hoping it to be a horrible dream, a hallucination. It couldn’t be real. Stuff like that only happens in nightmares and horror novels. Not real life.

When you look up, you're still met with the view of a mutilated man and the now absence of a bloody woman. You could feel your stomach drop and color drain from your face. Where did she go? Did she just murder a man and immediately leave right after?

You scurry away from the window, needing to escape the sight before you. The fear and realization that this was real. What you saw did happen, and the fact there was a cannibalistic woman on the loose did little to calm your nerves. What if she came after you now? You had nothing to protect yourself with. 

Hyping yourself up, you take a deep breath before opening the door again. With your heart beating in your chest, you take your trembling self down the hallway. Your heartbeat echoes in your ears, making you look around frantically. Determined to keep yourself safe and look out for some sort of self-defense. 

The lack of life and sound other than your breathing was a new level of unease. Knowing that possibly, there was a killer in the hospital. Just someone, no, something completely unhinged and killing innocent people.

An elevator appears before you to the right, and while the idea of not having to take flights of stairs constantly sounds appealing, you don’t want unnecessary attention. So you simply pass it and continue your way through the hallways. Each step deliberate to make sure you don’t step on discarded paper or debris.

You can see the sign for the lost and found up ahead, and you want to change out of the hospital gown, so you make your way to it. Hoping for more protective and warm clothes. Opening the door, you turn on the lights, exposing the clothing, shoes, and other items. You're quick to grab some pants, a longer-sleeved shirt, and some running shoes that were a size too small. As you tie up your laces, you make eye contact with a metal water bottle and a backpack with enough pockets to pack up a whole room. Something inside you told you to grab both items, and so you did. 

Putting it on your back and the water bottle in hand, you make the start of your original quest. While a metal water bottle could do some damage, you don’t want that crazy lady getting that close to you in the first place. 

After leaving the lost and found, you move your feet to the sign saying ‘stairs’. Hopefully, it’ll take you to the next level or at least show you to the cafeteria or security guard room. One of those places must have food or a weapon. Now that you're thinking more about it, you’ve never felt more parched in your life. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually drank some water by mouth. But based on the IV needle still in your hand, you must have gotten some fluids while you were out. But that still doesn’t explain why, when you woke up, you were attached to nothing.

While you wanted to get this needle out of you, you were worried about screwing something up when you’d pull it out. Sure, you knew basic first aid, but nothing about jabbing a needle into someone. Hopefully, you can find someone or something to help take it out. Maybe a book on medicine. Just anything cause it was starting to itch.

As you descend the stairs, you notice a foul stench coming from somewhere in them. It causes you to cover your mouth and nose with your shirt. The smell was putrid. Unbearable almost. You quickly opened the next door, which was thankfully on the main floor. You must have skipped the second one without realizing it. Exiting the stairs, you carefully look at the hallways, ensuring they were empty before stepping out. The main floor seemed even worse than the third. Glass shattered everywhere, papers scattered, and a mysterious brownish-red substance dried on the walls. When you looked closer at it, it was clear what it was. Blood. And a lot of it.

The amount of blood covering the halls was enough to raise questions and make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It must have been five people's worth of blood scattering on the walls and floor. It had to have been there for more than a few hours for all of it to be completely dry.

You continue your way along the blood stained halls, eyes peeled for the cafeteria and security room. As you turn a corner, you see a big sign that says, ‘seating area.’

‘Great! One place down, two to go.’ You think to yourself as you scurry to the doors.

Upon pushing the kitchen doors, you weren’t surprised to see it was just a mess as it was in the halls. Letting the door silently close behind you, you tip-toe along the tiled floor. Pots and pans, some empty and some still containing now rotten food.

Looking every which way, you spot cans of fruit and veggies. Maneuvering over fallen pots and pans, you open your backpack and shove two cans of each in there. You also spot some crackers and granola bars, which you push into a different backpack pocket. The pack of water bottles under all the shelves catches your eye. Quickly, you pull it out and rip the plastic packaging open, pulling one out. You practically rip off the cap before chugging it down. 

The water feels like heaven down your parched throat. The headache you had is now slowly leaving. One, two, three, almost four before you genuinely feel rehydrated. You then pull out some jelly and peanut butter before making a sandwich. Never had you been more excited to eat childhood food than you have been in your entire life. It felt as if you were eating a gourmet meal. 

Having scarfed down the PB&J, you then go to grab the other small foods to fill up on. Some nuts, an apple, and even a pudding cup before you finally felt satisfied. You let out a sigh before rubbing your tummy. Going to pull out the water bottle, you realize you have yet to wash it.

The thought of making even more noise when that monster is out there somewhere possibly clenches at your heart. But also, thinking about having your lips touch someone else's germs bugs you too much to ignore. So, with a small curse, you stand up and silently move to the sink, the faucet water stream slow yet powerful enough to do the job. 

After drying it off, you go back and pour the bottled water into the metal water bottle. The water silently fills it. Once it is full, you put it in the designated slot before throwing the backpack over your shoulder. Now that you have found food, it is time to seek security.

~~~

After what felt like forever, you finally find the security room, its door slightly ajar. A chill runs down your spine, yet you still manage to sneak in. Marine uniforms are folded in a chair while transponder snails show broken images of the hospital. Almost every single static. But the ones that weren’t broken looked all the same. Appearing like a tornado ran rampant through the halls. 

“Jesus christ, every floor?” You whisper, looking at it all before moving past surveillance and moving to look in the lockers, scavenging for a left-behind gun and ammo. With each empty locker, dread fills you more and more. There has to be something. ANYTHING.

“Oh, thank god.” You sigh upon finding a gun and some ammo. Thankfully, your marine training taught you how to use a gun like this. So, that being said, you load it up and put the extra ammo in the bag. Filling another pocket in the backpack.

Now, it was time to get the hell out of here and try to figure out why everyone was seemingly gone. You grab a Marine cap, put it on your head, and leave the security room.

Silently, you manage to leave the hospital through the front doors, your head moving every which way. You don’t see the mutilated body anymore, nothing that the only thing left was a bloody patch on the ground. Gulping, you feel dread hit you like a train. How could a body just disappear like that? Looking around frantically, you begin jogging away from the hospital as quietly as you can. The bubbly grass under your feet quieting any loud noises. 

Holding the gun to your chest, you breathe heavily. This new feeling of fear was something you’ve never experienced before. There was the fear of your ship sinking, of you getting reprimanded after disobeying orders, of pirates hurting innocent people and not being strong enough to protect them, then there was this. This feeling of impending doom, of being watched, being hunted.

There was something obviously wrong. The loud, bustling laughter that once filled the streets of Sabaody was now no more, as the only thing left was the rustling of leaves and the sound of your own frightened breathing. Not a single sign of life besides your own. The only one you saw was mutilated and eaten before your eyes by whatever that…thing was. You didn’t even know where it went afterward. But it made you want to get as far away from the hospital as possible.

You make your way to a larger building, and the words ‘auction house’ are embedded in it. Someone had to be there. People have loved buying small trinkets in the past. 

When you open the front doors, your once again met with silence and a gross smell. Biting your lip, you walk inside the house more, and to your shock, you see three people lying around the entire place. At least there were people there. Yet just as you were about to call out, another gut feeling told you to stay quiet. Something about this wasn’t right. They all weren’t moving, just laying there.

Stepping forward, your foot hits an abandoned bottle, causing a small thump to echo in the vast room. Just then, all the heads of the people lying still snap up. Their eyes wide and bloodshot. Red where the iris should be, as dried blood stained their faces. Dripping from their eyes and noses, each other's mouths covered in blood that couldn’t be their own. Rage painted their faces as they quickly got up from their seats, making a mad dash towards you.

You watch in horror and shock as they run at you at speeds only a person with determination would. The screeches coming from them only make your heart drop to your chest. Years of military/Marine training rush back through you, making you lift your gun.

“Don’t move another step, or I’ll shoot!” You call out, the deepest part of you hoping this was some sick prank, that they’d stop rushing at you. But they didn’t.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The sound of gunshots echoes throughout the entire auction house, as well as the sounds of bodies hitting the ground, this time staying down as you look at them. Really, look at them. It’s then you finally piece together the similarities between the woman at the hospital and the people at the auction house. The same red iris, bloody faces, hostility towards other people. There was no way a coincidence. 

‘This is fucked. What is happening?’ Stepping back, you begin your return to the outside. You didn’t want to stay any longer than you had to be.

Quickly fleeing, you're back outside. The sun shining down on you. It would’ve been a beautiful day if it hadn’t been for all the deaths you’ve seen today. Sighing, you quickly check your gun, still a good amount of bullets in the chamber.

A guttural roar sweeps through the vicinity, making you snap your head left, and to your horror, you're met with a horde of bloody people running at you. People of all shapes and sizes rush to you. A murderous look in their eyes. Intelligible words ripped from their throats, sending shivers down your spine. 

You begin to run in whatever direction without giving yourself a second more to think. You just needed to get away from them all. There weren’t enough bullets in your gun to protect yourself and not enough time to reload, so all you could do was run. Run and pray you’d find a spot to hide and camp. To figure out a new plan.

As you ran, the number 44 was marked on a tree. Giving you a slight sense of direction about where you were on Sabaody. There must be a boat somewhere! With how deep the water is, there is no doubt they’d have trouble swimming if they could at all!

With newfound determination and an overwhelming sense of fear, you run even faster, the adrenaline pumping through your veins. The sound of the soapy ground is nothing compared to the incohesive screeches coming from behind you. Your happy that your able to carry the backpack and not be held down? If you ever saw your commander again, you’d have to thank him for making you run that five-mile hike with 15-20 pounds of rocks on your back.

As you near the dock, you see a rock and a boat slowly floating away from the shore. The rock seemed to be moving, but you didn’t have enough time to think about it. Not when you still heard the gut-wrenching sounds of footsteps behind you. Gritting your teeth, you ignore the burning pain in your lungs. All you could focus on was jumping off the dock, onto the rock, and to the boat that slowly floating away.

Your shoes hit the dock with a thud, and the sound of wood hitting and rocking deafened your ears as your eyes were focused on your target. Tunnel vision was your ticket to safety right there. The rock looked smaller than it used to be, but that didn’t matter.

You jump from the wooden dock without giving yourself a chance to guess yourself. The gun clutched in your hands. You can feel the air against your skin as you move to land on the rock. But as your foot lands on it, it immediately sinks into the rock.

Time seems to slow as you watch your leg get swallowed whole as the rock seemingly consumes you.

“What the fuck?!” Was all you could scream as you watched the boat float farther away and feel yourself getting dragged underwater? But you still feel dry instead of feeling the water soaking your skin. Dry and falling through the air. Plummeting to the ground, which looked a lot like grass.

You close your eyes, ready for a massive, painful fall, only to never feel the pain of wood hitting your skin. Instead, you're met with soft furry arms catching you and a jumble of startled shouts.

[astrocorvus]

Oc-tober day 23 .:ritual:.

Lord Solis, during a deep meditation. Spreading his membranous wings like massive sails, he basks in the warm light of an ancient star.

@oc-tober2023

[fbatcat]

Hey guys did you know that I'm the 1# saint fan

[amyred]

If you want to prove that your art isn't made by an AI, just record a few videos of your hands drawing something on your graphics tablet (or whatever you draw/paint on) in timelapse, without showing your face or anything

Hope it works ^^

[atomicc]

ID: A digital colored drawing of a thrill ride gijinka. It is posing with its arms out, wearing a red and white clown jumpsuit. It has rainbow accents, and a pendulum swing arm on its back. The background is black. /end ID

Caro! Whatever!

[priestess-draws]

Chugging poison, promised land

[mutatedmystery]

I remember being the most submissive out of all of my partners, somehow. It got to a point where I somehow became (and still am) their collective dog. I loved being seen as such, too, to the point where I not so slowly played that role SO WELL.

cw: getting freaky down below here

It literally got to a point where I had somehow accidentally trained myself to fall into that sort of mindset whenever I needed to pee. I'm still not sure how the hell I managed that?? I'm not going more in depth, mostly so I don't embarrass myself, but like.. fuuuuuuck I would give literally anything to be like that all the time. To be treated as a beloved pet in a household.

[scopeystfu]

my sparrow was lk a whore. i think i had a wife or husband in almost every town lmfaooo

[msfbgraves]

Daniel DEFINITELY grows increasingly concerned about Tory and Sam’s “rivalry” in Mobverse. (Sorry Robby.)

Alpha/Alpha is something our conservative little omega simply can’t get behind. It’s not Church approved! How does that even work?? Terry meanwhile, is amused. Considering how his marriage came about, one might say he is anything but traditional. Also: how can he use this information to his advantage??

Well, Nonnie, you see, Daniel is indeed very pious, because he is very loving. God is love, he adores the Blessed Mother of God, the Saints make him feel safe and supported, he loves the atmosphere and the beauty - but he isn't much for dogma. It's a feeling for him, a very simple pureness, faith, and he doesn't feel that where love is, God is not. If he even thinks that much about it. He would have been fine if the whole thing were still in Latin, he feels what he feels - and he was 100% ready to elope with an omega, which is DEFINITELY NOT Church backed. And Daniel seems like such a poster boy who knows his place but that's simply because he likes being at home with his pups and he likes going to Mass and he has the ambition of a pampered housecat on the best of days. It's not an effort for him, being a "good" omega, so you might think he's very invested in the structure of the thing when what he is, is comfortable and changing it is something he personally doesn't need. Not now, at least.

D'you know who is very happy with the hierarchy as ordained by God? Terry. He likes his place at the top of the food chain and everything that helps him stay up there. Oh, he accepts the responsibilities of the position; but he likes being more divine than betas - Christ is the Alpha and the omega, and yes, Terry too loves Our Lady, but, it's not quite the same, being blessed by God and in a way being God, hm? Anyhoo, he's also obsessed with the safe space of family and two Alphas? He refuses to contemplate that. You are right that Daniel is concerned about that rivalry. Terry isn't. It's two Alphas facing off, it's natural. John's girl and his girl - look at how strong they are, it's adorable. Daniel is the one - prompted by Yasmin, actually - that's like hmmm. That's... uh... looking... uh... Sammy? Sammy, angelina, what if you sought out someone not-Tory, hm? For ten minutes? Come on, you can do it...!

[muder-boner]

Guys I might have a crush..

But Hey Here's my house in adorable home I'm waiting doe my bus I'm gonna go to the mall w my bsf (girl I have crush on)

[microtyalm13]

YOU JUST COMBINED 3 OF MY FAVORITE THINGS INTO INE CONCEPT.

my art block is suddenly gone and I must draw this.

is this about cowboy datura. is it. TELL ME????