#TRii Group

[beatbude]

Tax Free in Leipzig on May 26th. 🎶

DJ Kohlrabi Employee (Live) Jürgen Ratan neelie. NoSign Paingel TRii Group (Live) Yeahlena + Special Guests

[indulgent-syndrome]

I think I once saw a post about dnd sessions as a great scenario for stuffing and it's so real. Because they usually involve lots of snacks and like pizza or cake and things like that, and while you're playing and chatting you eat absent-mindly so it's easy to eat a lot without realizing until you're full.

Uhhhh anyways C.harlie being the person that eats too much without realizing on a dnd session that's the actual point of this post.

[quadrant-horror-stories]

i. Eye forgot to send in the second worst thing that happened to my quadrant love life. Okay so

ii. For context: Eye was a casual larper iin a more rural area. IIt was mostly a lowblood affaiir so the no kiilling rule was actually followed for once, whiich was niice. A traveliing cerulean blood showed up and strongarmed her way iinto joiiniing us and we couldn't really say no. Well, eye wanted to say no, but the group organiizer told me not to make any trouble. Well we start playiing and obviiously she starts some trouble. Triies to kiill some new oliive blood who just moved iin. Obviiously eye go iin to defend them. We kiick her ass handiily and the cerulean blood iis too deep in character to want to keep tryiing to kiill us, thank fucking god because she defiiniitely could have raiined hell down on our heads. But she leaves, sayiing some bullshiit about how we "earned her respect" (sure we did). She.. she wiill be relevant agaiin.

iii. After that me and that oliiive blood get closer. Real close. Theiiir sweet as piiie but iiincrediiibly volatiiile so naturally we fal iiinto a summer moraiiilshiiip. IIIts real niiice.

iiii. AND THEN A SWEEP LATER THEY LEAVE TO JOIIIIN THE ARMY WIIIITHOUT TELLIIIING ME BECAUSE APPARENTLY THEY "FELL IN PIIIITCH AT FIIIIRST SIIIIGHT" WIIIITH THAT FUCKING CERULEAN AND WANTED TO SEE HER AGAIIIIN???? EYE WAS THEIIIIR MORAIIIIL???? AND THEY DIIIIDNT TELL ME???? DIIIIDNT EVEN BREAK UP WIIIITH ME???? Can you fucking Beliiiieve iiiit

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[fox-the-artist-fruit-canid]

Threads of rain

He was tired,the rain was soon to come and he wasn´t in the best condition to afford getting wet,but despite that he still needed a refuge in wich to hide.

¿But were to go? that was a question he still needed to figure out,as for now the only thing he knew was that he´s missing way to much blood and that his vision was getting blurry.

Soon enough to his luck he recognized were he was runing he recognized the streets,now an idea surged in his mind he knew exactly were to go.

Doing his best efforts not to fall and using as much strength as he had left,he acelerated the path now runing into a concrete direction,a friends house or at least to the house of someone he could trust.

He arrived to the department block looking from the side were the valconys were,tho with his arival the rain had started,he looked at his own back looking at his wings to secure their state.

Afther cheking his wings he decided and with the help of his wings he started scalating the floors,he remembered barely wich floor was it but even if he had to guess he was sure it was the 7th floor.

Due to the rain the fences in the valconys were slipery and inevitably he hit himself a couple of times for this leaving what will soon be bruises.

But afther a couple hiccups he arrived to the window of the valcony of the 7th floor taking a bit to breath looking down as a group of people passed by they were his procecutors who had lost him finally.

He let out a relived sigh as he watched them go,now he directed his gaze towards the front to the sliding valcony door to wich aproaching to it he decided to leave a little knock.

...

It was around 4 am now,he had been working on new chemical recepies since he arrived his home and despite being a bit tired he wasn´t as tire to go to sleep right away.

He heard the rain starting said rain bringing some calm into his lost deep in thought mind,he was lost into memories and what he remembered of a distant past including certain faces some of wich he prefered to forget.

Said memories would have continued if it wasn´t for an sudden a soft but strong knock was heard on the volcony´s door,it took him aback since he for sure did not spect for something to knock on said door.

Certainly it was unsure if it was an object or someone who knocked,but it was pretty unlikely who the hell would climb all the way up to his apartment floor,yeah it was unlikely but certainly not imposible.

Just in case he still will go check,he looked at his table for either sedatives of acid but finding non disgrafully,but the friying pan was way too close,he aproched the valcony and in the right moment he opened and sung the pan.

He hadn´t doubted on attacking whatever was on the other side of the door,noticing quick it was someone when his hand was grabbed,but he did not expect at all to see a known face.

''…mis?''

That was the only thing he could have mutered upon realizing it was in fact the double color eyed bee who standed in front of him,it did not need to take much closer look to notice he was really injured.

It really showed since the really shaky hand that holded his,to the poorly mantaining right leg that seemed broken,not to mention the visual cut injuries he visibly had.

He was on his exterminator attire wich meant a surely failed mission thing the slighty cracked visor sustained,now he could notice a blood trail coming of his head,he really wasn´t in good shape.

''i…i didn´t know were else to hide…''

was his only but certain response,he could barely mantain his current position and it showed when he almost fell on top of him,he put his hand on the others chest to keep him in place.

''wow there!…man you look awful…''

he said as he suported the other with one hand,he was sure the other climbed all the way up despite his clear injuries,he wasn´t surprised tho since mis was like that sometimes.

''i know…''

Said mis in a pained laught triying to lighten a bit the mood,as he let go of his other hand wich he lowered,now putting himself under mis arm to serve as a suport and help him get in.

He quickly scaned the room till he fixated his eyes into the large but old couch he had practically dragging mis there he sofly put the other onto the couch helping with his leg receiving a pained hiss.

Mis didn´t take much to get comfy on the couch,battling to maintain his conciousness due to both exahustion and the sleep deprivation he had been going throu lately.

While he was looking for medical suplies mis slowly took off his visor and mask putting them asside on the coffe table now triying to get rid of his jacket,he looked at him triying and groaning in his almost useless tries to get it off.

''your going to injure more if you keep doing that''

He said clearly for the other to hear to wich he only cursed desisting of triying,he aproached to the other with all the medical supplies in his hands putting them on the coffe table.

Now he was helping mis to get the jacket off once that done he took of the armor plates off as well to have a clearer look to his injuries the biggest one besides his leg was on his left side.

Mis hissed in pain once again he sounded like an angry cat at this point,he took at quick glance to all his injuries deciding where he should start he first of looked at the still bleading side of his visitor.

He acted quick grabing the desinfectant straight up pouring it into the cut,thing that mis did not like in the slightest cursing and growling aswell hissing in agony due to the burning feeling the desinfectant left,thanks to this waking him up completly.

As this uraveled he acted quick bandaging the zone tightly making the bandages fill a bit with his bluish blood,he didn´t had the things to stich the injurie back toguether so he had to improvise.

Soon afther he moved to the other injuries desinfecting them and bandaging them quickly everynow and then hearing the other hiss or curse at him,afther finishing he looked at his leg wondering how to proced.

''do you…''

''want you to help me with that? well yeah but…do you have any experience doing so?''

''no…but maybe i can try? if you help me with guidence of course…''

Their conversation around mis notably dislocated leg or more likely knee,put the taller one kinda nervous since he had no prior experience with fixing this kind of thing and even with guidence it could be dangerous to do so.

''i don´t know…i can guide you but…even if you use sedatives they won´t work…im still slightly under agrenalin effects…''

Clarified the bee irken as he looked at him in the eye looking trough the dark googles of his mask,he remained silent for a while as he examined the situation mis was right with the agrenalin sedatives wouldn´t work.

Wich meant having to do this with all the pain it will bring,only if she was here,she would know what to do…now it wasn´t the time to remember old ghost,he needed a solution.

''i can´t bring you to the hospital until tomorrow yet even if it was more likely for trained medics to do the job we have to improvise now…leaving it like this is not going to help you…''

Mis was thinking on what to say deep in thought as he wondered what to do,he knew how to guide him tho he didn´t new if it was the safest option to take,they needed to be careful afther all,but then he sighted.

''fine…ill guide you just try not to break my leg further ok?''

''ill try to control myself''

''toxik''

''fine,fine i was just jocking geez…''

Afther the failed joke attempt he started to receive instruction first putting a bag with ice onto the knee to lower the inflamation a bit,afther that it was finally time to try to get mis leg back in place.

''this is gonnas hurt badly…ready?''

''just get it over with already…''

''alright i warned you…''

The taller one send a glare at him not for long afther he flinched at the feeling of hands into his knee he inhaled and exahaled before bitting the pillow he had in his arms at the moment.

3…

2…

1…

Afther a sonorous crack and a kinda loud but short muffled scream from mis,he was able to put his knee back in place it seemed that everything was ok toxik let his leg rest afther putting the ice bag on it as he went to watch for something he could use to stabilise his leg.

Meanwhile mis let go off the pillow he almost exploded by sqeezing it way too hard breating heavily as he wipped a tear of pain out of his face,growling and hissing in agony as he recovered.

''aaugh…fuuuuck…!''

He let out a small laugh of relief upon hearing the other curse seing him recover silence reigned for a bit while he came back to mis,with the help of a couple spoons he stabilized his leg taking another pillow and elevating the leg and putting the ice bag onto the knee again.

Afther that he could hear mis groaning in pain wich catched his attention looking how he put a hand onto his side the injury could have opened again,he needed to take a closer look.

''let me see…''

The bandages were covered in blood they needed to be replaced that was sure but afther a quick glance the injury looked just fine,he changed the bandages carefully examining the in good apearence injury.

''and?''

''everything looks good to me''

Said himself as he put the new bandages on,mis afther that looked at the clock he had onto his wall 5 am was the hour marked at the clock,silence reigned for a bit but it wasn´t an akward one.

''do you have tea? or maybe coffe?''

''huh?''

The questions caught him off guard it wasn´t a weird request tho but maybe it was a bit inapropiate for the situation,he took some time to think he in fact did have some tea not for him tho since he was not going to drink it not like he could aniway.

''uhh…yeah? i think i do''

Was what he said as he stood up and went to the kitchen to put some water to boil and looked on the shelfs till he found the a bit dirty and dusty tea box taking one on the tea bags and putting it into a mug beforee pouring water in it.

''with or without sugar?''

''with''

''how many-?''

''two''

Soon afther he reached with the tea cup offering it to the unable to move irken on his couch,mis thanked him as he took the cup and started drinking it calmly,meanwhile he sat on another smaller couch he had.

He watched and heared at the rain once again getting lost in his own mind thinking about the current situation and how it seemed kinda…similar,mis drinked his tea as he now noticed him lost in thougt.

''everything ok there pal?''

''huh? oh!…yeah…im fine,is just…''

He sighted as he now remembered more clearly that memory of when they first met and hos distraous it was,a memory surely long forgotten,he went into his memories again now just for a second.

''i think…we should stop meeting like this…''

Was his response as he now looked at him in the face mis remained silent nooding a bit in aprovement aparently as he continued to drink his tea while saying not a single word.

''…can i ask you something?''

''what is it?''

''why…why did you came here?''

Mis again remained silent,his patience and initial liking of the silence was slightly desapearing,he just stood there wainting for a response that never came being close to speak to him when the other started first.

''becuse…becuse i trust you…''

Was the response of the taller one as he finished his tea leaving the cup on the coffe table to his side,he was surprised over this discovery afther all he wasn´t expecting such answer.

''do you…do you really trust me?''

''i do…''

''why?…why me?''

''…i…i wish i could answer…''

Afther that silence again,there wasn´t much more of a converstion afther that,sudenly mis started moving carefully calling his attention looking as he positioned his whole body on the couch.

''what are you doing?''

''isn´t it obvios? i want to at least try to sleep im exahusted…''

Not long afther that answer mis got into his final position on the couch and afther sighting he closed his eyes wiling to go to sleep,maybe he should go to bed aswell it was now 6 am afther all…

He got up and took the cup mis used and washed it once done looking at his visitor aparently now sleeping thing to wich a soft snoring sound seamed to confirm,he smiled slightly at the sight.

Once finished with everything he was doing and putting everything in order he went into his room,he let out a tired sight and let his body floop onto the bed he closed his eyes and soon the sleepiness hit.

…

A new day started without the sun while it kept raining outside someone waked up at that 7th floor apartment who most likely had forgotten all the distrous night he had lived in said apartment once sober.

He waked up disoriented and kinda dizzy looking around him in confusion,this obviosly wasn´t his house but ¿whose was it then?,he could barely recal what have happened the night before.

The only things he knew for now it was that he was at an strange house,he was bandaged all over and with and incredible pain at his knee wich had and melted ice bag on top of it and his leg was on top of a pillow.

''finally,your awake,i thought you will sleep for forever''

A familiar voice sounded close to him looking up he found a familiar face aswell or rather mask,he went static as he was remembering all the happenings of the prior night and who helped him with his injuries.

''happy to see me? you mummified bastard''

He was silent for a good minute before he started groaning and cursing onto his own misery,the other at this point couldn´t help but laugh at his dramatic acting,maybe he was a bit way too high for when he decided it was a good idea to actually came to HIS apartment.

…

They came out of the hospital afther mis leg and other injuries being cheked correctly by specialist everything seemend fine tho mis will have to wear a kind of suport for a while and be helped by a crutch for sometime.

''we´re never talking about this…''

''i promise nothing''

Was what toxik said with a smirk that could be sensed trough his voice,thing that only made mis look at him badly,the masked one just laughted at his anger walking by the side of who he could consider a rival.

THE END.

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Toxik is my friend @stingerking oc

[selectivechaos]

little vent

i can't even go to school without ending criying in fear because people are perceiving me, i can't stand all those eyes, and when i get home i just cry even more because i know i humiliate myself there

and making friends is so hard, and finding people is even more hard, and keeping friends is... even even more hard

i can't do this, i'm triying so hard... aah...

(don't feel forced to answer if you don't want to ofc!)

tw: school ⚠️⚠️

hey anon, i had a similar experience at school. it was so scary all the time.

schools are a haven for social anxiety especially because you’re being watched All The Time. 

am so sorry you’re going through this. but you can get through it. take care. 🌹🌹

sorry, this is going to be an obscenely long reply. you don’t have to read it all. i just need it out there. because the reason i started this blog to help people who went through what i did in school. back then, i wanted there to be some secret alliance of quiet and bullied kids. i wanted someone to show me how to survive those years, and i was counting the days. 

my social anxiety at school got so bad i couldn’t look up from the floor or desk ever. and yeah i cried a lot too. felt so vulnerable like no-one was safe to be around. didn’t want to be counted in things. every new ‘activity’ in lessons caused a spike in fear because it could be a group project or i could be asked to speak or read something out. 

tw: bulling ⚠️⚠️ (skip to ‘other ways to cope’.)

most people were cruel because of the culture of bullying, and any niceness just looked like either pity or a trick ( i can’t read people well, and there also was a lot of that psychological bullying - you know where they pretend to be nice and then laugh for no reason, just to make you feel like shit). 

had friends but lost them because isolated myself because social anxiety convinced me that they hated me because i couldn’t talk to them (those friends were nice; it was a cognitive distortion). 

being friendless at school is a survival game. and it is often traumatising. i want you to know that it is not your fault. 

🌹 if you’re bullied, it is not your fault. 

🌹 if you have no friends, it is not your fault. 

🌹 if you’re anxious or scared, it is not your fault. 

it may not be because you’re not trying enough; it might just be because of a shit school system which systematically traumatises the mentally ill and/or neurodivergent. 

i’d look into finding or asking for a quiet room you can go to when overwhelmed or anxious, or just to be alone knowing oif they won’t provide it (my school used to kick loners out of empty classrooms during lunch, because “they shouldn’t be there unsupervised” (when really they were just there because they would be bullied in the canteen). 

other than that i don’t have much advice. i didn’t cope in good ways. 

tw: therapy mention ⚠️⚠️

hid in the toilets and got traumatised by the fact i had to hide. many people refuse school (which is not something i advise. but fuck any place or people that makes you cry from fear). meds and therapy might help if they’re an option. 

🌹🌹🌹other ways to cope: 

headphones, especially ear defenders and / or ones that can blast music to distract you. 

when i was in school i had long long fringe, covered my peripheral vision, and that helped with fear of being perceived because otherwise i would constantly have to look around to see if anyone was looking or laughing at me. it’s kind of a ‘if you can’t see them, they can’t see you’ fallacy. 

grounding techniques. wish i’d known these. because i just dissociated out my head. 

please don’t hate yourself. i know that that is often impossible. had a therapist once who asked me “what are you scared they’ll see, when they look at you?” turns out the root of my fear was that they would see something weak, vulnerable, laughable, small; something to be humiliated and judged and hurt. (stemmed from childhood traumas including bullying). that therapist told me to ask myself: “what kind of person would judge you like that, would see you as worthless or funny or broken?” the answer is: only the cruelest, most insidious person in the world. you understand? when you have a small flame of self-worth, the judgement reflects badly on the judger, not you. 

what are Good things you would like people to see when they look at you. maybe you’re brave, or kind, or you have cool hair or nails. in school had punk hair that i got bullied for, but it was a source of pride. pride is an absolute good. there were times it actually made me Want to be seen.

calming grounding things that you can associate respectively with going to school and leaving school (i listened to the same song on the way out every day. i changed into my comfy hoodie, and it made me feel free and safe again. 

oh and when i left school for good, like finished my final year, i left them a “thank you” if you could call it that. it was actually a framed sheet of paper containing details of the bullying and how the teachers (general) ignored it. the note told them to do better. i hope that school is safer now. but the system needs to change. 

🌹🌹🌹

[mio-nika]

I got my notes, so let's talk about the "reboot" of Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni. I'm sorry that it's so long..

Major spoilers for original higu and GouSotsuMeguri, not detailed, but major. (I mean, you already reading my blog.

Part one: Precursor of Doom

So. Higurashi is an insanely famous anime consistent of multiple seasons (first two covering the main story and others covering additional content). It started as a small independed visual novel, it grown in this behemoth of different types of content from anime and manga, to written novells and audio. It cemented it's place in golden halls of horror.

But even tho, it was so popular, it never got a proper anime reboot. Anime stoped coming somewhere after 2006. And let's say the visuals looks s little dated (especially second season, which looks like shit).

So when in the year of the plague (2020) was anonced something called Higurashi Gou people were HYPED. Based on the promotional material, people assumed it was a reboot, but man, they were incorrect. Higurashi Gou was released the same year.

Let's step aside for some spoilers. Higurashi is a story of a group of children who are stuck inside of neverending timeloop of tragedy. And the ending (which was covered in the second season of the original anime) is the one where they are realised from it. That I wanted to say. The original anime was finished. Nothing else to say. Everyone survived, they won against the bad guys and finally got a chance to grow up. So everyone's assumptions that Gou was a reboot was a logical choice. The same happened with the first episode. It closely followed the first episode of the original anime, so yeah. It's reboot. Let's get cosy and watch the story about kids dying.

The second episode showed people that IT WASN'T.

A little spoiler, again. In the original story only one person remembers previous "lifes". And desperately trying to prevent the tragedies and her death. So in the second episode of Gou we see her complaining of (probably) dying and waking in the loop again. Well, having nothing else to do she tries to prevent the bad things from happening and survive to the end of the loop. Because of her memory, she knows the choices that would bring a bad outcome, but it's all futile. She triying to stop one person from becoming possessed and killing everyone, the other person becames possesed and kills everyone. Almost like no one is following the original script. Main character is confused, the people who are watching are confused. Who are the bad guy™? What's happening?

And then the last episode of Gou drops and fans ARE LOSING THEIR SHIT. And not in a good way.

The bad guy... *dramatic percussions* is a random eleven year old. Well, she's not random. She's actually one of the main characters, but she's still ELEVEN in original story. And also she was never an instigator of violence. She was a victim in probably the most serious arcs. I don't know how to convey you how incorrect it felt. And the people felt their first fires of wraith. Also, it's the last episode of the season, so if you want to know that happened wait for another 🤗

Part Two: Toxic Yuri

So. Second season starts. The people who thought that it was a reboot dropped a long ago. Some of the fans dropped too. But, yeah, I kept going.

I didnt want to include any pictures in this post (because it's so fucking long), but I make an exception for this two. When I saw this frames in the opening of the second season, I understood that something went VERY WRONG.

Anyway, the second season explained the parts of the story that happened after the original story, but before Gou and why timloop started again. I'm not gonna retell you the entire plot, but let's say, the eleven y.o. was actually the reason for everything.

And the fans were pissed. The Satoko discourse (Satoko is the mentioned eleven y.o.) was MASSIVE. Most of the people thought that GouSotsu was stupid and bad (understandable). Big number of people hated Satoko, because in the original story she was uselles little girl, but now she was malicious evil girl (I'm quoting, I don't think like this). Some people were just upset about everything, like. Creator could just. Give two season of total fanservice and it would have felt better. Fans got in the bloody fights, some saying that Satoko decisions were correct, even tho he killed (directly and indirectly) a lot of people. The others told that it's bullshit, she's evil actually and the "minor and neurodivergent" is a bad defense. Like. It was a SHITSHOW. It's all culminated in the last episodes of the second season, where a girl who remembered everything and the eleven y.o. who killed her innumerable number of times had a Yuri Moment™. They reconsilliated about how they are only two people who understand each other. Dropped a bomb about how they are probably the characters from the other story (umineko). And went their separate ways.

Part Three: The aftermath and Meguri

As I already said. People were pissed. People fought. People said that GouSotsu is not canon and never would be. It's all made up like Homestuck2.

But while everyone was reliving seven stages of grief, Gou got itself a manga! Which is not very typical, but why not. Gou manga retold the same story as the Gou anime, so everyone kinda ignored it. But. Just like anime had a second season, the manga had a second part. It's called Meguri. It started the same as the second season, but got turned at some point, after, I think, the second arc. And it's INSANITY. Not only fans got this weird anime, that totally destroyed their opinion about the higu as a whole. But now this weird part of the story that almost no one liked had a different plot root.

Anyway. Don't interact with Satoko discourse. Watch/read the original story (it's great actually. I'm gonna go sleep now.

If this post gets three or more notes, I will explain GouSotsuMeguri debacle for everyone who wasnt present or people outside of higu cycle.

Like. Y'all, you missing out on some insane level of fandom drama. Made by creator himself.

[noumenalroom-deactivated20221021]

Trii Group - “Interest in Music” - 2021

https://stroomtv.bandcamp.com/album/interest-in-music

[bad4amficideas]

(Legal) SexWorkerAU (part 1?)

Note: English is not my language, so I hope you will be understanding of any flaws you find.

Inspired by Eve Dallas ♡ books (by JD Robbs/Nora Roberts) books where my fave is the at 53 sadly now ex sex worker u-u. To compensate while working on requests, I think? May or yes tw idk which but tw read at your own idk idc.

In this messywrittenpart I offer you, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (difficult m'boy) and Dick Grayson as sex workers, is kinda intro so you feel the waters so still doesn't yandere I guess. Of course, the highlight of this UA would be SexWorker!Reader and laying the groundwork for SMUT EVERYWHERE !!! > ◇ <

But, think about this, like, for a hero who works during the day and has a lot of stamina cofcofSupermancofcof this would be a good job (since people usually prefer dates and sex in evening hours) and it would give him connections and ears in many places.

Also inspired bits by @sugarfairychan works, most likely sw!reader character 👉👈

It's the year 20XX. Prostitution has been legalized for more than 20 years. Thanks to this and the various services they provide, both sexual and other crimes have decreased, towards their sector of the population and towards others. Of course there are still illegal ones, but things have improved a lot.

This legalization means that sex workers have the right to receive RESPECT, a decent work conditions, minimum salary and treatment, right to be their own bosses, bring their own agenda and refuse to non-consensual beatings, refused to be exposed to risky diseases specially without knowledge (taking the win in the courts) and similar matters.

And of course, they have duties such as have more than 18/21 years, pay their bills, don't trick the tax authorities, bi/monthly health checks (which depending on the country are carried out by Public Health or not), maintain the privacy of their clients and must have undergone training and obtain a license that must be strictly maintained to practice.

There are several levels of what are currently called "professional escorts". And they are not just "whores". In the profession there are different classifications, and permits (to "fish" in the street -not to work in publish though-, to go to hotels without the owners quick them out or triying steal them, for parties, for galas, for groups or any kinks, etc).

There are escorts who just "fuck". But the best and well paid professionals are equivalent to hetairas/heteras or oiran. They not only provide physical pleasure, but also psychic, emotional. They are very well-educated men and women, experts in the arts, sciences, culture and so forth. When you pay for an elite escort, you also pay for a companion to a party or dinner, an enriching conversation. We could say that the level of culture of your escort also reflects your wealth so pleople are only shamed if their companion screws up.

Tim Drake

How could them end up working on this?

For metaphorically fucking his family, adoptive or not. There comes a point that being left out or feeling less, hurts and people do crazy things. If above, this madness makes you raise your self-esteem, then, well? Also for a case ofc.

How is them in/at their work?

Let's see, all these guys are elites in their work, of course but once Tim starts something, he throws himself into it and is a perfectionist, nothing half, he bestest quickly.

Among the three guys we are talking about today, he is the one who shows the most variety (I mean, he has not a speciality), has tried and does almost everything but his orbit tends to revolve around both men and women as "top" (despite what others suspect) as people kink a good guy imposing himself and then aftercaring (especially once they see him shirtless and notice that he is indeed a damn good guy). But if I must choose a few, he has been in threesomes of all kinds and is no stranger to BDSM (BOTH giving and receiving). Guy has more pent-up feelings than he seems, so he's PERFECT in both positions.

A relationship, with Tim working as an escort, would be like drops of water to a thirsty man as far as he's concerned. He would take it worse of the three. After all, you wouldn't believe it, what makes you different? He doesn't know where begins with. He would start stalking you and subtly closing your social circle so that he would be the only one remaining... maybe, so You will go with Him and not other way around... but Dick could also do this, and Bruce and...

Until he had you completely tied up -literally and metaphorically- he wouldn't even consider leaving work. If there is no Stockholm from your part or something like that, sure isn't an option. And he would deceive you if he told you otherwise, sorry.

Dick Grayson

How could them end up working on this?

Living or not in the circus, I'm sure he knew someone who worked in parallel on this so it's a very respectable job and in his mind, an option like for us is "doctor, police, lawyer". But he would enter in it maybe for work, police or hero. (I remember all of you I don't kink so much him as other, demi!Dick hcs here)

How is them in/at their work?

Well, to have entered reluctantly, actually, he seems to enjoy his work a lot. He really enjoys company but at the same times does not, he doesn't like being alone with his thoughts and he's not as embarrassed by the attention as Jason or Tim. Taps in various kinks, maybe Role Playing is the thing they ask lots from him, which shows that no one really has a real concept/graps of his true personality.

Once he has choose you would be his darling he would trick you, make you promises of new dates until you can't refuse because you we're the one asking in in first place, while, finally, he would find active use of all his other clients, to get you closer to him ... or to actually close you.

He's leaving it though as soon as he commits to you. He has you, he doesn't need anyone else.

Jason Todd

How could them end up working on this?

Assuming that his mother was illegal or lost her license, it's something familiar to him, an easy source of money where he's always in control in the end and lets him manage his schedule at will. Also to find someone in specific and settle accounts.

How is them in/at their work?

At first he got off to a bad start because he definitely refuses to BDSM and may lose control for better or worse (for himself or others) but his appearance is not that of a "kitten".

Once word got out of the intimidating scarred bodyguard who Neruda quotes you in the sexiest of voices, things changed. Jason actually succeeds as an escort in the most platonic sense, to the point where his overtime prices increase with every added hour. His appearance makes many want to "show it off", and when he's really, like actively trying charming you (and any good escort would do a previous search and would woo/court you) BUT he actually have no feelings in it, he tops Dick's natural charisma. Although he has been in orgies, they are usually several clients with him alone (in Tim's case, they can be clients + him, clients + other escorts + him et all). People who want to get started in BDSM but still don't dare also prefer him He may not do much of BDSM, but as a "starter pack", he is damn right.

Second worst living the experience after Tim very likely to cut off any "professional" relationship with you first of all or kidnap you outright if he fail to charm you since being in love with you will backfire him (above all because he's the one who gives the most shady uses of his business, so he would also protect you that way.).

He, as long as you don't ask him directly, will continue working on it, it's a good tool, to make money, blackmail, connections, etc. He considers and feels it as another shitty but well paid job so really on his part there are no problems, it's up to you.

[howdoesagrapewrites]

All yours, Babooshka.

Tags: Yelena x fem!reader, soulmate!au, fluff with a bit of angts, historically completely incorrect, happy ending.

TW: depiction of war, brief mention of sex, homophobic slur a few times, suicide.

Synopsis: War is no place for loving, it never was, but maybe you could love her again in the 21 Century, i mean, only if you could stop feeling so overwhelmed by her only existence, but no matter what, you can't stop something that's meant to be.

Notes: one, i don't like the part 4, it just feels lazy to me, and two, i'm not a native, so please tell me if i made a mistake <3

Part one: When she was beautiful.

Yelena Armanovna, as strong as ten soldiers, the jewel of the battlefield, once was just a kid, her land was destroyed by the war, and as the only child of the house, she was forced to join the army, or else die there, she became a soldier, and she desired that the war wasn't real, that she hadn't being born into this world, that no one had. 

Everyone knew that she didn't talk a lot, most of their fellow soldiers didn't even knew where she came from, or if she was even from Russia, the only one she talked to was a nurse, her name was y/n y/ln, and like Yelena, no one knew about her origin, the nurse was way more talkative than Yelena, but she was assigned to other areas, staying with older soldiers, child soldiers, or severely injured soldiers, she was called by the child soldiers "angel", because of her comforting aura in hard times like those. 

These women wouldn't be able to meet eachother if it wasn't for the near-death experience Yelena faced one time. She got shot by a hidden enemy, fainted from the blood loss and was taken to the nursery right away, they couldn't afford to lose her. That's when you saw the look in her eyes, that look, and you knew that death was upon the jewel of the battlefield, and you knew that if she died, everyone else will die, you tried as hard as you could to stay cool during the surgery, but you were breaking, because of all the hope that was layed on her shoulders, she was the hope of everyone else in that place to return home someday, even if Russia didn't won the war, her strenght will keep a few alive. So there you were, assisting the surgery of the one that could do something to keep everybody safe and triying to act like it didn't meant a thing. At the end, she survived, and with her, the dreams of returning to your home, you were the one assigned to take care of her, and you were  going to make sure Yelena survived.

Part two: Uncanny how she remind her of her little lady. 

—"¿Yelena Armanovna?" You asked to the blonde girl laying on the bed. 

"Yes" she answered without taking her deep eyes out of the book. 

You told her that it was your bed she was in, pointing at your last name on the post-it next to the bed, then showing her the same mark on the bed across the room where it said: "J. Armanovna". 

"Ah, i hate when they misspeal it, it's Yelena with a "Y". Well, sorry, but this is the only bed i can sleep in, i'm kinda tall, you can use mine, i will give you a cookie for your kindness." She concluded with a little smile, you notices how her voice was way sweeter than you could think considering how menacing her looks were. 

At the end you decided to let her keep the bed, thinking it wouldn't mean anything, how wrong you were, now you could look at her sleeping without moving from the bed, and you did it, you thought it was so creepy and you wanted to stop, but you couldn't, why? Why were you obsessed with the sight of her closed eyes and dry lips at night? Why did she gave you this insane feeling of comfort and loss at the same time? It was so uncanny. 

No matter how weird It felt, you couldn't escape from Yelena, she was your roommate, and your classmate in some of your classes, on top of that, she was quite nice, a very smart lady with a pleasent personality, so you had no excuse to be mean or distant whenever she asked about your day, or started a small talk when the professor was late. Along with that sort-of friendship, you also knew Yelena's group; a beautiful girl with raven hair named Pieck, a blonde sarcastic man named Zeke, sometimes his brother Eren, and Hanji, a very excentric and funny person. These people were good friends to you, more than you expected, and that confirmed you: there was nothing wrong about Yelena, and you had no reason to be disturbed by her… Well, to be honest, there it was a little thing that made you upset, Pieck said that Yelena liked Zeke, again, you had no reason to be mad, but you were anyway. Why did you felt so attached to this lady? Why did you did what you did? 

It was 2:00 am, you couldn't sleep and you were so ashamed of being doing what that thing, what thing? Writing a love letter, a love letter to Yelena, with a pseudonym, with the first word that popped into your head: "Babooshka". You put perfume on the paper, and you signed it under that name, a scented letter, when you were finished, you let the envelope under your bed, and let it on Yelena's locker. 

Part three: How she was before the tears.

She woke up, feeling dazed and almost disappointed for being alive, when Yelena saw you, she recognized you for the stories of her colleagues, "Angel?" She guessed. 

"Hello", you smiled and giggle a bit for that nickname, "My name is y/n y/ln, and i will take care of you until you are better"

"If i'm with you means i'm already dead, you only take care of the ones that are almost there." Yelena asserted with a careless attitude. 

You wanted to protest, but it was meaningless, you wouldn't make her upset in her state, "May i ask how is your wound feeling? Are you in pain?" You kept that polite and sweet smile on your face. 

You kept taking care of Yelena, she healed way too soon, her body wanted to stay alive, but you couldn't say the same thing about her. You got to meet the real jewel of the battlefield, she told you her story, and you told her yours, you two knew everything about eachother, likes, dislikes, and sad pasts. You noticed how Yelena cried softly whenever she thought about her life before, her life before the tears, before the war, when she felt happy. And you also noticed that you could erase that tears, the touch between your soft hands and her ser face, was something magical, something that nobody could understand in that moment, but you two? You knew everything about it, about that love touch, those secret beautiful instants you shared. 

You were the one crying when Yelena got better, you were joyful for her recovery, but you knew that she had to go, and after that, you were going to lose her forever, or so you thought. "We can send eachother letters, and we can meet at night." She reassured you while you were laying on her chest, skin to skin, she kissed your forehead and caressed your cheeks with her strong and graceful hands, you purred at her cuddled your body in hers, you liked to kiss her scars, she had so many, it showed how determined she was on the battle and you liked that, the eyes and body of a soldier, and the heart of a suave lover, Yelena was always elegant, her movements could been rough and beastily, but she was soft and neat, whether i'll be fighting, talking, or embracing you. You could say with pride that only you knew this side of Yelena Armanovna, the subtle dominance she always established on her manner mixed with the chivalry and dulcet, that made the blonde woman truly enticing and amusing to anyone with enough luck to discover it.  

You knew that your letters to Yelena couldn't be too suspicious, so you took advantage of the fact that no one knew a thing about her, "Babooshka", was the pseudonym you choose, because everyone was going to think that it was from Yelena's grandmother. 

Your first letter to her, was this one: 

"My dearest Yelena, even though i promised that i wouldn't miss you too much, you have been away for three days and i'm already feeling the lack of your touch, and missing your dark eyes that make me shiver every time. I always thought that i would die without having loved, but you prove me wrong, i love you, i love every part of you, if i could picture perfection, it would be you, your laugh, your hair, the way you talk about home, everything about you would fit the word "perfect".

I swear to God and every star on the sky, that someday i will marry you, someday i will call you my wife, and you will be fully mine, and i will be fully yours. I know that you may think i'm silly because of this wish, but i know in my guts that i will become your wife, no matter how many years or Centuries i have to wait to do it.

All yours, Babooshka." 

When Yelena read the letter, she felt nothing but joy, she couldn't use words to describe how in love she was with everyone of your words, and giggled at the idea of marriage, of course she would marry you, she would marry you all the times that she could, she will make you hers every time, and she would submit herself to you every time. 

The two lovers kept sending and receiving love letters, and meeting at the comfort and hacen of the night, with only starts and the moon herself as a witness, sharing the intimacy of loving, not always touching two bodies, but the touch of two souls, two tormented souls who found love in a hopeless place.

It has been almost a year since the letters and secret meetings started to happen, Yelena and y/n couldn't be more in love, but tragedy was upon them. A soldier named Floch, started to notice the letters, and one day, he intercepted one, the love words were obviously not from Yelena's grandmother, and with fear of the jewel of the battlefield getting courted by a man who could get her pregnant and useless, this soldier tried to trace the letters, he spend days getting up triying to catch the mailman, and when he did it, he noticed that there wasn't an adress, so it must have been another soldier. After waiting for the guilty one to put the letter on the mail box, he saw y/n y/ln, the nurse, the angel, being a witness of how Satán corrupted the two women into a sapphic relationship, he ran into his superior's arms, showing him the evidence and warning him that given the nature of the letters, he may be grossed out by the devil's pervertion in the two women. 

The superior gave orders of keeping Armanovna here, and taking the nurse away, into a convertion field. 

Yelena was lucky to hear it, and she ran the fastest that she could into the critical patients nursery, where Y/N was. "Babooshka", she whispered at your ear while grabbing your arm yo take you away, you followed her into the woods. "What happened?" You asked with confution, you saw the look of pure fear un Yelena's eyes.

"They are going to tear us apart, they are are going to take you away, they will torture you there", she was ay the edge of crying, and so did you. 

"What can we do?" You couldn't think anything, you were all feelings

"Die, that's our only option, if we run away they will find anyway." The tall one tried to stay calm, failing

"You can't die, you mean hope for everyone!" Your conscience was heavy, you couldn't let Yelena die for you

"Y/n… You are the love of my life, if they take you away, i will kill myself anyway, i can't live without you, i can't just survive anymore, i need to live, when i'm with you i'm alive." Yelena wrapped you in a hug and you felt the tears falling on her face.

At the end, you agreed, Yelena already had a little bottle hidden in her uniform, you both took  sips until the bottle was empty, and you kissed and felt eachother like never before, because it was the last time, those were your last hours of life. You passed away after two hours, you were sleeping in Yelena's arms, while she was singing a lullaby from her hometown. 

She started with a cracked voice; "I know i do not have silver or gold like many others,

but i promise that i will wrap my bride in silk"  she stopped to cry a little.

"and i will love her with such depht,

that all my lacks she will forget, 

and she will love until the end… "

Yelena cried louder, and before falling asleep, and looked at your corpse with adoration.

I'm all yours, Babooshka. 

Part four: Babooshka

She woke up, ready for the exams, dressed with her usual suit, and put a lucky charm on her pocket. 

She was getting to class when she remembered, "my lucky pen is in my locker", so she went to get it, and saw a letter that fell sloppylly on her perfectly organized locker. She looked at the envelope and read "Babooshka", It clearly wasn't from her grandmother, one, because she would have written in "the tongue of mother Russia", two, because she was a bitter old woman that didn't write her, never, not even on her birthday, and three, because it was on her locker, not the mailbox. She opened it go find a love letter that has essence of a known perfume, she received the letter with a strange delight, smelling it and making a place on her locker for the piece of paper. 

These letters came one by one every week, and she knew they were from y/n, but Yelena couldn't help to love the letters, and she wanted to keep collecting more and more. 

She decided to shoot her shot after two months, when you two were studying together, she kissed your lips out of nowhere, leaving you completely confused and flustered.

"I- i thought you liked Zeke…" 

"Oh, i did" Yelena acted so shamelessly "But then you came."

"Do you say that a lot?" You asked annoying trying to shield from your notorious blush

"No, just you, Babooshka. I don't know why, but you make me fee… alive? I feel so close to you since i saw you." 

You didn't know what to do, you felt the same way, and you were way too nervous to think a witty reprise. 

"Why did you choose the pseudonym Babooshka?" Yelena have been wanting to ask you for a long time. 

"For real? I don't know, it just, familiar? I guess" 

"Ok, then" she smiled and pulled you closer

"I'm all yours, Babooshka."

[woundedgalaxy]

bzzzzzt

low life : from squats to lots: the agony and xtc of... enhet för fri musik : ömhet & skilsmässa oxhy : woodland dance aaron dilloway & lucrecia dalt : lucy & aaron monokultur : ormens väg electric chair : social capital korea undok group : senescence reiko & tori kudo : tangerine sam gendel & josiah steinbrick : mouthfeel / serene hologram : no longer human

little skull : lower hope reach c.i.a. debutante : dust andrew pekler & giuseppe ielasi : palimpsests bassæ : untitled blank hellscape / wolf eyes : split reek minds : rabid rap : junction ora clementi : sylva sylvarum mach-hommy : pray for haiti people skills : as thru the days of endless portrayal of guilt : we are always alone sam gendel : fresh bread the reds, pinks & purples : uncommon weather anla courtis & stefan neville : roots of a knob hélène barbier : regulus natural information society w/ evan parker : descension (out of our constrictions) full of hell : garden of burning apparitions trii group : interest in music the mind : open up the window and leave your body healing force project : future form, functionless strapping fieldhands : across the susquehanna beyt al tapes : une rose lone capture library : all natures most mundane materials christoph de babalon : 044 (hilf der selbst!) the dictaphone : ish cindy : 1:2 the doozer : convalescence madteo : str8 crooked body/dilloway/head : body/dilloway/head will guthrie & james rushford : real real world astrid ∅ster mortensen : gro mig en blomst zuli : all caps jjulius : vol. 1 heimat : zwei space afrika : honest labour klas trollius : sånger till en människa ditterich von euler-donnersperg : klein : rot exek : good thing they ripped up the carpet greymouth : aerials in summer dag : pedestrian life maxine funke : seance straw man army : her majesty's ship ost htrk : rhinestones bons : peri bathous blod : missväxt russian tsarlag / secret boyfriend : split va : everything was supposed to be so easy

archival

sweet inspirations : at muon can : live in stuttgart 1975 can : live in brighton 1975 neutral : live på autodidaktik mosquitoes : mosquitoes mala : neverland 41 degrees / k.s. eden : passed beyond merzbow : green wheels stereolab : electrically possessed die welttraumforscher : a young person's guide to the early...

tunes

mr. mitch : lazy ft. manga st. hilare laila sakini : what i got

films

midnight mass d. mike flanagan the north water d. andrew haigh

[supereffectivemoonblast]

Ravnica

Chapter 18: Touch Grass

I know sometimes the constant jumping around series can be confusing sometimes, but it's a happy side-effect of multiple friends being willing to DM for the same group.

This session back in Ravinca, Mira, the Selesnya High Elf, is approached to go help with some monster plants in one of their gardens. She quickly gathers up the strangers she met the other day to fix the poison smog issue, and all are free enough to help out.

The gardens have a mostly straightforward layout. So far, they've visited a shrine, a statue, a large tree, and a flower garden. At each they find vine blights, compost(?), assassin vines, and a trii-flower frond respectively. They've also found most of a missing party who went into the gardens earlier, but they've yet to find the last missing person. It's a beautiful setting, but these roses have thorns!

Next session, we will look for the final missing person.

[delaneytveit]

The Trouble with Being Useful part 2

Lance had been gone for a long time. Like a long time. Almost the equivalent of eight Earth months. He had missed birthdays, celebrations, parties, meetings, bonding, missions. Granted he knew he likely would, it just hurt knowing he was missing so much of his friends’ lives to fight in battles.

Fighting for the Resistance was a lot different than fighting with Voltron, and even from the way that Keith described his missions with the Blade. Instead of stealth missions or space battles, Lance was on the ground, in the heart of them. He had no idea how different fighting on the ground was from in the air. It was almost like it was a completely different war.

Granted he did fight a few as a pilot, complete a few air and space missions, but it seemed where they really needed him was on the ground. He climbed quickly, though I was likely due to the fact that officers and non officers alike didn’t last very long. He had been witness to a few of his commanding officers take a fatal blaster shot.

These particular  things he kept from the team. He didn’t need them to worry about him. Not when the universe depended on Voltron. So on his bi weekly video calls, he kept them light. hearing about what was happening back at the castle and telling them of all the planets he had been stationed at and his recent promotions. As light as he tried to keep the calls though, it seemed he couldn’t get rid of the tension between all of them. He had basically abandoned them for his own ego after all.

The happy feeling of catching up was always brought to a halt when someone would comment about how long he had been gone or ask him when he would be coming back. He honestly didn’t know, and he knew that they didn’t like that answer, but it was the only one he could give them. He had to wait for his commanding officers to notify him, and considering they were literally in the middle of a battle, it likely wouldn’t be anytime soon. 

Finally the time came though, when he was gifted a few Spicolian movements of leave following a pretty bad shoulder injury. He kept that from the team too, deciding to surprise them. 

Luckily, Coran was willing to help him, giving him the day that the team would be out of the castle on a training mission for Lance to make his surprise visit. It was simple. He flew in without any trouble, and made his way to his room to take a shower and change into some fresh clothes, opting for a newer outfit as it seemed all of his older clothes were a bit too small. 

He hadn’t notice how much he had changed in that 8 months. He was taller now, granted he was pretty tall before, but he seemed to have grown a few inches. His shoulders were a little broader, and though he was still lean, he was more muscular. His hair was longer too, it wasn’t a mullet like Keith’s, no he would rather die than have that, but it did reach his jaw now, the chocolate brown framing his face. He decided against cutting it, he rather liked it now. He slipped into some civilian clothes and made his way to the kitchen to grab a quick snack before heading to the bridge, where he knew the team would soon be to begin their training debriefing. 

He didn’t wait long, simply a few dobashes before the door slid open and he stood up from the seat he had taken earlier. The team was completely engrossed in their conversation as they walked in, paying no attention to the man standing in front of them before Pidge finally looked up and gasped. The rest of the team looked to him with wide eyes, the surprise freezing them in place. 

“Hey guys, guess who’s back!” Lance laughed, breaking the silence. That seemed to launch the group into action, as he was soon encircled by his very tearful teammates. “Aw, I missed you guys too.” 

Allura had given them the rest of the day off, deciding it was much more important to be with their Blue Paladin on his day of return. 

They had taken up post in the lounge, relaxing on the couches as the team asked Lance questions about his time with the Resistance. Finally, Keith had asked the question everyone else was thinking but dreaded the thought. 

“So how long are you staying?” he tried to keep his voice steady, but it was hard. He missed Lance, too much. The castle hadn’t been the same, hadn’t felt the same without him. He missed the jokes, the insults, the bickering, the never-ending noise that came with Lance. Without  him, it was silent, too silent. 

Lance rubbed his injured shoulder at the thought of returning, he knew he had too, he wanted to, but he missed his family so much. “Basically until my shoulder gets cleared.” he almost regretted the words, he forgot that he hadn’t told them about his injuries, more importantly the one that put him out of commission for a bit. 

“What happened to your shoulder?” Shiro asked, the statement reviving a concern he hoped he wouldn’t have to have again. 

Lance hesitated his answer, eventually deciding it would probably do more harm to not tell them. “I uh, caught a few blaster shots in it, completely shattered the head of my humerus and shredded my rotator cuff.” He winced as he recounted the intense pain he had felt when it first happened. 

Everyone else seemed to have the same reaction. “Yeah, it's fine now. I mean they had to basically reconstruct it, and it still really hurts but it's on the mend.” 

“And you’re just gonna go back?” Lance could hear the unease in Keith’s voice. He wanted to assure them that nothing would happen, that he’d be fine, but he knew he couldn’t. He could likely die out there, like so many of the people he fought with. But he could also die here, he almost died here. 

“If they need me, which they do. I have people under my command now.”

They didn’t like the idea of him leaving again, but they knew they couldn’t stop him. He had his mind made. So they spent the time they had with him with enjoyment, dreading the day that he would have to go back. 

Eventually he did go back. It seemed this time that leaving was harder than the first, but he did it. And of course he promised he would be careful and that he would be back soon. 

His second deployment was shorter than the first, only about 5 Earth months, and this time he was able to go back on vacation rather than injury induced leave. When he returned the second time, it was the team that surprised him. They planned an entire party around his return complete with Hunk’s space versions of his favorite foods. Being home made him ecstatic. 

Later that night, Lance found Keith sitting in the lounge long after everyone had gone to bed. He was looking at a hologram of Earth, something Lance used to do on nights like this when he couldn’t sleep. Of course back then it hadn’t been war related nightmares and memories of battle that haunted his mind, but rather homesickness and his insecurities of his place on the team. 

Trying his best not to startle him, Lance sat down in front of Keith, their eyes meeting for the first time since Lance had returned. “You okay man?” he asked. 

Keith looked at him with an expression that pained Lance more than anything. It was then that Lance noticed the familiar jacket that his friend had wrapped around himself, the jacket that Lance had given him when he first left. Keith clutched it to him like he was scared if he loosened his grip he would float away. 

“Is this how it felt when I left?” he finally asked.“Did it hurt this much?” His voice held no malice, but the emotion in it made Lance’s heart drop. He had made Keith feel abandoned for a third time in his life.

He didn’t know how to answer that, it hurt, he knew it hurt. But he also knew that it wasn’t Keith’s fault. Keith wanted to keep the team as together as possible, and Lance couldn’t fault him as he was doing the same thing. 

“It hurt...a lot.” he said simply. “But I think the worst part was not knowing if you were okay or not.” 

It was true, Keith wasn’t the best at communication, especially with the more secretive missions he was on. There were instances in which they had gone weeks without so much as a message from him. 

“That’s why I called so much, I wanted you guys to know that I was okay. That I was alive.” 

“But you weren’t okay.” it was a whisper, but it still held the same feeling as if he had screamed it at the top of his lungs. “You got hurt, and that’s the only one we know of. So much could have happened and we wouldn’t have been the wiser because you weren’t here.” 

“I’m here now.” he placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, triying to offer Keith a small smile, but he knew that it wasn’t enough. 

“You weren’t when we needed you.” 

[liralirapowersystemguy]

Xacto- Meant for who?

Episode 3, Part 2:

Gone

The war raged for 178 hours. One by one, the planetoids fell, crumbling under the weight of destruction. But before the tide turned, Trii and Forr made a desperate move. Their loyal Divisionary Groups were equipped with Mark Forms of Destruction Essence—dangerous, volatile, and given to millions as a final stand. Countermeasures were prepared at the Palace to prevent total catastrophe, but it was clear: this was a last resort.

The TriConContructs branded Incar’s Newarchy as terrorists against the Universal Cause. They launched a massive counterattack, targeting Itter and the territories seized by the Newarchy. But Incar was ready. His trump card—the *Screams*l*—were unleashed.

Across the battlefield, squads of Forrer and Triier soldiers crumbled beneath the onslaught. The Screams moved with terrifying speed and strength, overwhelming the forces who had never been trained for such brutal offensive tactics. What had once been a numbers advantage for the TriCon was now their undoing. The planetoids became hunting grounds, and the Screams—life perfected for war—relentlessly slaughtered all in their path.

Amidst this chaos, whispers reached deep into the hubs of Forrer and Trii. The *Locons*, silent and observant, had heard of the call from Dawander, who had broken free from the chains of subjugation. Seeing their own race take action, Locons across the realm rose up. Sabotage crippled operations, and soon Forrer became a war zone, torn apart by urban battles between loyalists and insurrectionist Locons. The palace of Forr, caught between quelling this rebellion and defending against the advancing Newarchy, was now trapped in a losing siege.

Word spread across the realm of the so-called Prince of Life’s cause. Slowly, the people began to turn against the TriCon. Soldiers deserted, and what had once seemed like an unstoppable army began to crumble. Planetoids fell, one after another, as Divisionary Groups were forced to retreat or surrender. Forrer fell first; Triier, the last.

All the while, the TriConContructs watched from a distance, hidden within their Central Dome. They commanded their forces from the safety of their palace, but it was a losing battle. Itt, kept under temporary arrest, had no say in the attack. And Trii... Trii had made a deadly decision. If all else failed, he would activate the Destruction Essence in a final, catastrophic move.

On the ground, the battle grew ever more brutal. The Scream continued to assimilate the fallen into its grotesque mass, making it clear that it was a fate worse than death. To die in battle meant becoming part of the Scream, a mere addition to its monstrous form. And for what? To protect a cause led by leaders who were hiding behind golden walls, far from the bloodshed?

Soon enough, the call for a general retreat was sounded. The chain bridges connecting the planetoids to the central palace became choke points, filled with retreating soldiers chased by the Newarchy armies. But there was no escape. Trii, in a desperate bid to protect the palace, destroyed the Door Gateways, sealing off any chance of retreat and dooming his own forces.

Then came the final charge.

Incar, resolute and unwavering, led his armies down the grand hall of the palace. They passed the four great walls, nearing the Central Dome, flooding the golden streets. Inside, the ConConstructs and their most loyal followers fought back, but the siege was relentless. Even with the Prime Essence of protection holding the Dome safe, Incar's power—his ability to create essence—allowed him to slowly unravel it, piece by piece.

Itt, ever the mediator, tried once more to reason with her son. But Incar had made his choice long ago. He promised her safety when the walls finally fell, but there was no turning back now.

As the final moments of the siege played out, a new threat emerged.

The *Golden Body of the Prime Instigate*, the being who had once held this world together, made its decision. It created a space where the last of the ConConstruct’s followers could flee. In an instant, the Prime Instigate transformed into a golden ball. Its sharp, brittle tendrils reached out, taking the Prime Essence that held the realm together.

Incar, on the verge of disassembling the Dome, looked up just in time to see the Prime Instigate shoot upward. It tore through the realm’s surface, all the way to the upper cone, creating a massive hole as it fled, creating an entirely new universe as its escape route.

Incar, the Newarchy, and every soul who had fought in the war, watched in awe—and horror—as everything they had struggled for slipped away.

With the Prime Essence stolen, the realm of Editt-Ertt began to fall apart. The surface darkened. Planetoids cracked and eroded into dust, their once vibrant worlds reduced to lifeless chalk.

And so, the realm began to *Decolorize*, the universe Incar had fought so hard to reshape slipping through his grasp, leaving behind only darkness and decay.

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Authors note:

-Dawander is indeed a Locon.

-Incar's ability.

Incar has the sentience power to create and design essence if he had Forming Threads, this ability also means that he could disassemble essences that he has known or used. Specially those he created.

-Prime Essence

what are they? Well Prime Essence are unlike normal Essence, the distinction lay with the use. Everything else not considered Prime, does not have its conceptual influence running within the system of the world. Prime Essences are also need to be tied or placed somewhere within the universe to function.

Things that have Prime Essence, Gravity.

Things that have a Prime Essence particular only to a Planetoid. Life.

Prime Essence that runs a universe are greater than those that run a planet. Duh. _.

Creation of Prime Essence!

First, you'll need permission from the Prime Intigate, and he will give you a massive few of his Forming Threads. once made, it shall be placed. The greater the Threads amount, the wider the effect.

. D. Hope you enjoyed. Till the next episode!

[homestuckexamination]

Im triying to write a knight of Breath as a main character i have a ouline and would like an overview i see them as someone who is heavy and deeply connected to individualism to the point where they encourage their allies to be their own person they also avoid social media like the plague since those ironacly caused detacment from others and into not so virtous social group so the knight would be heavy on getting their friends out said toxic places and go into the free wind(1/?)

In their pursuit of their own goals of being wanted and appreciated they would put the persona of the stoic badass that can take on anyone and anything your tipical james bond when their just a nerdy kid who is really intohistorywith a heart of gold but gets furious when someone isn't taking action in their problems they would accidentaly inspire thegroupto chase after their own goals and follow thier example of if you have something to do do it but they would also share the burden ofothers(2/?

as is to say detach other from seeing their problems as their own and share them with the knight they would also serve others freedom to have more time for their own self however taken too far and this kindness could be used against them with people seeing them only as a facilitator or slave(end) sorry for the long description is just that their the main charaters so i went on a tangent also i love thinking about classpects

It's okay! Overview is: That sounds good enough! You’ve def put a lot of thought into them and I bet they’re gonna be fun to mess around with!

[pokemonfankristal]

Man I'm going to try😂 since i can't sleeeep okey, Lets seeeee you only writte something, and since you people don't writte enough livecatershipping, by the way i don't writte english to well i speak spanish sorry por that...

Curtis pov

He was so tired, tired of everything in deed Curtis has been wanting to sleep a Litle More than usual, since he doesn't rest His head in the pillow for More than five hours, His visión it's starting to bluuurr, the only thing that Is keeping him up Is the fact that yancy brought sweets in the morning and she gave him some, it's nothing new tough she loves everything that contains sugar, so if some other Random group of fangirls comes screaming at him again, aggghh he's going to lose His Senses.

-Yancy do you mind saying Mr.(insert the name of His boss hear) that I'm going to take a quik brake before we start recording, if anything happens I'm going to have my xtransvisior with me.

-dont worry, plus it's about you have a break dude i don't remember the last Time you saw the sunlight

-pretty funny

So he tries to change His Fancy clothes as fast as he could do, and goes out with His ""normal clothes"" and geez that it feels nice to feel the wind touch His face again, well sure he has been out a lot of times the last Days, interviews, shows, concerts, but not this way the people dosen't even turn around to say good afternoon, wile in other situasions they would went Wild, and it's nice to have personal space.

And sudenly he looks from the corner of His eye the group of girls, the same faces that almost tried to strip him over a few hours ago, he Is litterly containg himself to burst out a laugh at how they don't even notice him Wen he's not looking like a pop Star.

Sudenly he bumps into someone because he was distracted looking at the beutiful View, the sun it's setting and the Ferris wheel of nimbasa looks so dazling, the sky it's in a pretty Shade of red, pink and orange.

-I'M SO SORRY SIR, she said pickin up all her things,-don't be, it Is my fault i was to distracted with the View. he said begindown to help her and get a better look at her because she was wearing a cap the only thing he saw was her Brown hair.

-you have a lot of badges miss, you are doing the gym Challenge am i right

-well yes, i'm going to Challenge Elesa tomorrow, i want to be the champion of the region.

-That sounds amazing, May i now your name.

-Thank you, my name i... Ring Ring, -Hello, yes Huge i am trainin by the way how are you. WHAT?ARE YOU SURE THEY ARE THERE THIS TIME. Okey.yes i am no my way there

-Sorry it's important, ihavetogoseeyoulater, she said alredy waving and running.

-O don't worry i understand i have to go back to my work anyways. He said a lil bit disapointed that she dident even gave him her name.

He changed again and gave himself another slap in the face to keep him up.

Rosa's pov

-And here we are Kamil, running again because he sais that team plasma it's taking over the World. Rosa said with a forced laugh to her beloved servine in her arms. Kamil gave her a weird look like he was triying to say, -here we go again, that Huge never stops bothering you with The same teamplasma thing, he never even ask you how are you.- Don't look at me like that Kamil Huge Is our friend, and maybe this Time well help him to get purrlion back. Servine did a weird cry protesting, Rosa huged Kamil thigher and gave him a gentle kiss in the top of His head-Don't be mad darling plus tomorrow we are going to Challenge Elesa so this Is going to be like a trainin, right?. Servine smiled this time.

Huge: hey Rosa come hear!!, He said waving her.

-well what Is so important this Time dude,did you faund there hideot?

-well yes, and no, i saw some of them get into that building, and followed them, but i can't find those criminales anywere, so i am counting no you right? You are going to help me find them.

........

-What?

-look my team and i are really tired, we NEED to rest we haven't eat a thing since the morning i came from nimbassa to the desert, LITERLLY runnin, because you we're screaming that team plasma was here and you are not SURE we're are they?

-You haven't eat??

-Huge we are going to help you but firts I'm going to gave my friends some kind of food,.. Lets seee. There has to be something here, i Packed berries and water erlier, What Is this?. She looked at the xtransvisior in her hands, this Is not mine.

-You stoleet???

-What? Now! No way this has to be a mistake RING RING, squeek, what should i do Huge?

- I diden't stoleet, you did, he said in a Chuckle.

-SHOULD I PICK UP!??

-i don't know, what if Is some kind of team plasma Grunt.

RING RING RING

-YOU are not helping.

-well them PICK UP!

-ok, mmm Hello?

-Hello, may i ask you why do you have my xtransvisior?

-I don't know sir, (from the voice she could Tell that it was a he), BUTISWERIDIDNOTSTOLET!

-Look i'ven here before, if you want it that badly you can keep it; but taking things from other people it's not nice.

-I said I DID NOT STOLET. I am not a thief, i foud this in my bag, i swer, and i don't want to keep it i have my own. If i did STOLET i woudent PICK The call understand?, If you want it i can GIVE it to you.

-okey, you sound sincere, so even if you don't want to keep it, i can't take ir back right now, I'm really Busy, by the way my name Is Chri...

I mean CURTIS!, My name Is CURTIS.

- My name Is Rosa, you SURE you can't take ir back right now?

-Sorry

.....

-Okey then, I'm Busy to so you can call to your xtransvisior Wen you have Time Curtis but i can't talk right now.

-sounds good, well godbye Rosa

Bep bep

Huge was staring at her.

-What??

-I don't like that Curtis guy, what if he Is dangerous?

-You are the one that Told me: then PICK UP !

-I diden't expect that you we're actually going to do it.

- watever, here i found the berries, one for Kamil, one for Leafy(swadlon),one for Orión(bravieri) and one for Lara(audino), Also thank Arceus that is one for me, I'm starbin.

After that, we are going to drink water, and then we are going to help Huge to find purrlion okey steweties? , Any of them said a thing.

-You are to Busy eatin hu?

Okey i think it's not the greatest thing but, maybe someone Will read it... Maybe.....Someday, by the way this Is my firts fic Soo sorry for the grammar and maybe it's to short