#Like at this point just give everyone personal classes it would've been way fucking easier than THIS fucking mess

[shiroselia]

I've played all of Azure Moon and I'm at chapter 7 of Crimson Flower and I am still baffled by how terrible this game's class system is who the fuck decided to do gender lock in a game where you're supposed to have the ability to do anything for anyone

(Also they should've just made magic accessible for everyone as well, like it's already locked anyways if you don't have enough of a rank What is the point)

The gender lock is the worst issue though. Also how literally every master class with like Three Exceptions is horse locked??? For Some Reason??? Like I love me some horses but you Are going to be forced to level riding for a lot of characters who don't need it/want it if you're going for master classes

Not to mention how you literally Cannot do magical/physical hybrids even tho Lorenz and Ferdinand especially are *borderline* intended for it (Well until MASTER CLASSES which requires you to spend most of the game going for One Thing and then hoping you have enough shit in the other stat you're neglecting to get their master classes up there by the time you hit lvl 30) (And NG+ doesn't count, you should NOT need NG+ bullshitting to make some characters useable the way they're literally intended)

Forget the fucking MAP DESIGN the real crime of this game's mediocre gameplay is and always has been the Fucking Class System Shenanigans

[harbingrs]

Oh the point was meant to be: that's exactly what my mother is like. that's what her deal is.

she's explicitly confirmed to me that I didn't give her enough validation as a literal newborn infant. and she's been punishing me ever since for that. like I'm sorry that becoming a mother didn't feel the way you wanted it to. I'm sorry that popping out a baby didn't immediately fill the void in your soul. you were still the same person but with a baby. sorry. but you get that I didn't, like.... do that, yeah? they didn't give me a clear job description when I exited the womb.

it's some kind of something that my whole life I didn't know what I'd /done/. like your mom just hates you and you don't know why. idk why she wasn't like that with her other two kids but maybe she had more realistic expectations after the first one. or they just did a better job. I think it was actually worse 'cause they had to make up for my failure.

like.... it's definitely true that my two younger siblings were (and are) more Needy. and that's what she wanted. she'd tell everyone who'd listen about how Independent I was with little lighthearted stories that I didn't realise the significance of until later. I knew it wasn't a compliment coming from her but I didn't understand how much and how deeply she resented it.

but i didn't understand that as a kid. I didn't understand what she hated me for or what I was doing wrong. so it ended up being easier to actually do things wrong so at least I'd feel more like I deserved it. so she could hate me for reasons I understood.

and the fucked up thing is that I'll never know whether it started with her or me. as far back as I can rememeber I was independent and fearless and didn't need anything from anyone. the thought of turning to a parent (or anyone at all) for comfort and safety and solace never would've crossed my mind.

on my second day of school ever I said 'it's okay mom I know where my class is and i can walk there on my own'. i know now how much that affected her because she still tells that story, how I've 'always been so independent' and thats gotta be one of many moments she's never forgiven me for.

but i never would've thought of it beyond what's practical. I don't need someone to walk me to my classroom if I know where it is. why would I want my mom with me? why would I feel safer when she's with me? I'm safer when I'm alone. even if i felt scared I have nothing to gain from turning to her and that's /if/ I felt scared because I don't think I can even feel that.

and it's like. what the fuck happened to me. the earliest I can remember I was already like that. was I born that way and it made her hate me and punish me? or did she just punish me because she didn't feel the way she wanted to feel as a mother?

because it's like i didn't bond with her the way I should and I don't know if it was my fault. like later in my childhood they were doing 'reactive attachment disorder' stuff but also i was never told about any of that and I wasn't properly diagnosed with it, probably on one criteria - that I hadnt experienced abuse or trauma so it 'didnt make sense'. if a doctor had tried to suggest i seemed traumatised i know she would never take me to that doctor again. I know she shopped around to find the ones who would say I was a Bad Kid. and would treat me like it

but i don't know what happened. if she had impossible selfish expectations of how motherhood was meant to feel. she created a human for herself, to give her love and validation and worship. and most of all to need her and be grateful.

I don't know if she had some kind of postpartum depression. or just had a warped idea of what motherhood would be like and what kind of validation a literal baby can give. or if there was never anything wrong with me and this is all in her warped perception. or if it's somewhere in between.

i don't know if i really 'rejected her as an infant' or not. I didn't want to be held or comforted enough. it wasn't what she wanted. I know i was born super early in a way that was like... medically fragile so I wasn't even a typical baby. maybe it hurt me to be held and touched like she wanted. maybe I just didn't like it.

I don't know how much was her reacting to a way I inherently was and have always been, and and how much was her punishing me and I changed to survive. whether I always rejected love and comfort from her or whether I didn't seek it because it wasn't safe.

I hate that I'll never know the truth. but she confirmed she's always held it against me. she's confirmed that despite being an 'empath' she doesn't empathise with me specifically. I never understood why she always insisted I'm evil/demonic/don't have emotions but it's because she feels nothing for me. and if she's an empath then the problem is me.

like... the changeling child myth hits a little too close to home because that's how I was always treated. like an evil demon that's taken the place of her child to hurt and punish her. except unfortunately she knows that I am her real biological child but somehow - spiritually - I was born bad and came into this world to hurt and punish her for no reasons other than that I am evil and cruel at heart. and I didn't remember these things being said to me until literally right now.

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Actual Snake Boyfriend (Jamil)

Huh, a giant snake? Well, it's not like you can be surprised by whatever this new world throws at you– wait, is that Jamil?

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Naga! Jamil. A bit suggestive at the end?

Just some silliness, really. Prolly OOC.

— (⁠☞ﾟ⁠ヮﾟ⁠)⁠☞

Turning oneself into animals through magic is possible, but terribly taxing. Without proper training, one could overblot almost immediately

So the safest option is to drink a potion to change forms

(or to be Jack and have an Unique Magic that changes you into an ani)

But going back to the potions, they aren't simple to make, but a skilled potionologist can do it fairly easy

And when we're talking potionology, what duo is more qualified than Jamil and Azul?

(well, Vil and Rook, but shhhh)

At least, that's what they thought when Crewel told the class their task for the day

Except there was a slight miscalculation somewhere along the line

And now Jamil is a snake. Literally.

From waist down, he's a snake. Big, long snake, with shiny red, black and gold scales. Some scales also made their way up his back and under his eyes.

A few other things changed too: his nails became sharper, his fingers now a black gradient, his pupils are now slitted, and with his too long forked tongue, he can feel his already sharp canines become actual fangs.

Great. Jamil is very happy. Yay.

Thankfully, Crewel told him the effects of the potion would dissipate soon enough, maybe even later this same day.

So now he has to go through his day with about six feet of snake attached to his waist. At least he learns how to move quickly enough, not thanks to the Leech's terrible "tail advice"

Now, if only his crush the Prefect would stop staring.

— (⁠☞ﾟ⁠ヮﾟ⁠)⁠☞

"Can I help you?"

"Uh? Ah. No... sorry..." (Y/N) quickly looks away, failing to pretend she's interested on the book sitting on the counter in front of her.

It's been a few hours since Jamil turned into a naga, so he's had enough time to get used to the stares. He's never been one for having attention on him—easier to plot and scheme, after all—, but he can ignore most of it easily enough... unless the one staring is the Prefect, the Housewarden of Ramshackle. His heart cannot take being the recipient of her attention, specially when she seems to be drinking in his image with her eyes—if he's allowed to be a bit of a poet.

"You're staring again, Prefect," he points out as soon as he feels her gaze on him again, eyes glued on the food he's preparing in the hopes he won't blush too apparently.

Damn his stupid heart and its need to go in overdrive every time the girl is near. The time before his overblot was so much easier, when she was but a pawn for him to use. Now that he sees her as the incredible person she is, he has nowhere to escape.

"... Jamil, are you familiar with the term 'monster fucker'?"

If Jamil was eating something, he for sure would've died in a coughing fit.

"Pardon me?"

"Monster fucker is someone who is attracted to non-human beings, particularly the, uh, less human looking ones."

"..."

"..."

"... you want to fuck me?" is the first thing that comes out of his mouth, because it's the only thing his brain can process right now. Thankfully, he turned off the fire before she said that, or he'd burn something.

"Jams, you're the prettiest boy in this school, and I really like you, and you look really hot as a naga. Of course I want to fuck you!"

The hoodie is not enough for him to hide. He needs to dig a hole and die there right now. Not only because of his embarrassment over the sudden confession, but also because now that he is giving her 100% of his attention, his now heightened senses are telling him more things than he wants to know. Like the thumping of her heart, or the soft rustling of her rubbing her legs together, probably to alleviate tension.

Tension caused by Jamil.

And don't even get him started on the tantalizing smell of her arousal.

Dammit. The food will have to wait.

[mystic-kitten-writer]

Just wanna say YOU ARE SO STRONG GIRL! KEEP GOING WITH YOUR STUDIES🔥I would've died with all those exams and essays😭 Any advice on how to study well?👀

AWWWEE THANKS BABE 😭😭💜💜💜

Honestly, by no means am I an expert, and some of my tips may or may not work for you. But, if I were to give suggestions, it would be these 5:

Tip #1: study what you love.

I know this isn’t always an option depending on your circumstance. I spent approx. 6 years of my life, working/studying education thinking I was going to be a resource teacher. Once I graduated, I was so unhappy and realized that I never wanted to do that. I just did it because it��s what people expected me to be, and since I was good at it - why not do it? Philosophy is a lot of work. A lot of writing & critical thinking. Sometimes, I come home and rage - but fuck, do I love it. And it’s that passion that motivates me, something I didn’t have when I was studying education. Kind of with my story writing. It’s a lot of work, and realistically, I don’t get paid to do it (although some of you donate to my ko-fi account and I can’t give you enough hugs and kisses for that) but I love it so much, and it brings me so much joy that I'll use my free day in the week to write. Finding something that gives you drive makes studying ten times easier. 

Tip #2: going to class.

Trust me. Waking up for those morning classes KILLS ME. But I learned that if I just go to class, and listen (and I’m talking about being the goodie-two-shoes and sitting front row and center), the amount of time I spend studying is cut by half. I remember the overall lesson, so studying is not so much studying but a refrsher. Also, in Canada, we have to pay for our schooling. I pay around $8000+ CAN per year (#brokestudentlife). So for me, I’m going to get my money’s worth 🤣

Tip #3: teaching/talking out loud.

This is my rule of thumb; if I can teach someone (who has no background knowledge of x major) a concept from that major and they fully understand it - you got it. My fiance thinks I’m nuts. He’ll come home to me talking to myself as if I was teaching someone. And sometimes, I’ll make him sit down, while I rant - and if he gets whatever I’m trying to study, then I know I got it. I managed to teach my mother logic 😅. This woman is retired and couldn’t care less about arguments and true or false statements, but she can proudly say she knows how to construct a truth table 🤣 Point is - for me, talking out loud/teaching is a way for me to gauge what I do know, and what I still need to learn or improve.

Tip #4: breaking the concept to its purest form.

I had an exam, and I was the only one in the class who answered the question with four sentences, everyone else answered it with 2+ pages. I was the only one who got 100 for that question. Sometimes, less is more. I simplify a theory to its core. Once I completely understand the basics, then do I start adding to that theory. It’s like building a house. You can’t start decorating a house that isn’t built - you first got to build it; same way with studying. This helped me a lot when I was studying Astrononmy. I have no knowledge or background in such a field. But after my mini-panic attack and questioning my decision for enrolling in such a class, I realized that if I just break things down, I can do it. And I did do it after a lot of tears and nail biting 🙈

Tips #5: thought-experiments/examples.

I had to take the ‘philosophy of the mind’ and I remember my prof. was trying to think of an example, and the girl beside me had this coffee cup. Since it was the first thing in front of him, he used that coffee cup as an example. Four months later, almost every example we had was somehow related back to that coffee cup. It was hilarious because we would get our exams, and every single person would use a coffee cup in their example because that is what we thought of everytime we thought of x theory. Attactching examples to a concept or having a thought experiment is a really good way to remember things. My friend assocates music with theories. It’s been 3 years since I’ve taken that philosophy course, but I can till this day tell you about the theory because of that damn coffee cup 🤣

Sorry, this kind of turned into a rant, but honestly - if this post can help just one person out - it’s totally worth it.

Everyone learns at different paces and styles. So don’t beat yourself up if it takes you a whole week to study something while someone else can study in a day. Everyone has their strengths and weakness, and as much as we wish, we can’t be perfect at everything. But I think as long as you try, it shows.

Best of luck with your studies, hun, and hopefully this helps you out~💜💜