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strangerinnastrangelandd · 1 year ago

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I don't know what I'm doing here.

If my 18 year old self found out that I skipped out on a charity rave to make a Tumblr page in the year of our lord 2023 she would... Well, shed probably be cool with it because she was in jail waiting to sign my will to live over to the state of new jersey. She's probably ask me for a cigarette.

Any way I found this really beautiful journal last night in a garbage can while I was on my way out of a comedy show (btw rlly funny support indie comedians case comedy free at Abyssinia in philly every Tuesday night!) and it was brand new with the lilies" all across it. It made me miss drawing, scribbling little poems, feeling like I was leaving something positive behind. The last ten years of survival mode made me a really miserable person for a long time. If I had one wish, it would be to transfer my conscienceness into a newborn baby and relive life knowing everything I know now. Me now, in my sixteen year old body? I could be a doctor! I could be a drug kingpin! I could be invited to parties ! Here's how I imagine the difference would be;

current me : CM

young me: YM

CM: hey, let's ask lucy to hang out

YM: if she really liked us she would have asked already

CM: she just asked if you wanted to hang out at home room..

YM: I asked first clearly she hates me

CM: ok... Johnny asked if you want to go to the beach with blah blah blah and also blah

YM: I hat blah and blah and I had like two granola bars today I can only wear sweatshirts until I poop you KNOW this

CM: ok... We got invited to a party---

YM: I have soCIAL ANXIETY

CM: uh... We could go to *best friends house* and watch a movie?

YM: no I don't feel like putting pants on

CM: ok well I have plans with a friend so I'll just leave ya to it----

YM: I wish I had friends :/ no one likes me! I never get invited anywhere! I don't know what it is!!! *aggressively chews hot pocket*

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I would do more of an intro post if anyone ever asks but for now this will be my little place to rant and post my pathetic doodles and snapshots. And also! I will explain at a later date but I made a gofundme kind of for shits and giggs and mostly out of desperation. I just got evicted seven days after moving into this room, owned by a man who wanted no background check or even a deposit. Yes I know it sOuNdS tOo gOoD tO bE TrUe I KNOW OKAY I GET IT- essentially the landlord is mentally ill, bizarely paranoid, obsessed with my social life to the extent that I face a ten to twenty minute inquisition about my actual plans for the day... I could go on, but it's a tale for another day. Anyway, I have to stay in Philly until October and I definitely want to get tf out of dodge the day they hand me those papers. All my money since moving here has gone to rent, deposits, food and fines to two different states. I've been able to get my license back for a year but I literally can't afford the fee, or a car to rent to take the driving test.

But hold on! This ain't a sad story kids! Because I've decided to get in on that #vanlife game. Not to TikTok or anything, just because... Well, I've been stuck between NJ and PA for ten years. I accomplished a lot I think, got clean off drugs and worked for several reputable rehabs, made some friends, heard some live music, met some cool strangers... But I want to see the world. I don't want to sign a lease every year and plan my vacations six months I'm advance. Life has proved time and time again that I'm just not cut out for it , mentally or physically. I guess someone else would see a therapist, go on antidepressants and make themselves adjust. I was on of those people. But freedom is so close I can taste it. I wasted my twenties and I don't plan on being forty regretting even more then I do now.

Fun game! Guess which girl is on drugs!

Any way, the go fund me. I found a pretty good RV my friend says he can fix up for $4000. I know even if I'm hired tomorrow I won't be able to even think about saving until I find a place to live so ya know what? Fuck it. Here's my change cup.

https://gofund.me/cacfe1eb

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3milesup · 1 year ago

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Musings of a ground hostess

I have always loved airports, as they were the synonym of holidays. Ever since i live abroad, they have become something even more important: the synonym of going home. Of taking a break from everything.

Which is why, when i hear about "your useless job that doesn't bring you any money and is only going to get you killed on the road, and you only insist on doing it for the glory of working at the airport" i want to kick and punch.

Yes, we are underpaid as hell.

Yes, the 40km drive is tough in the middle of the night, or after the shift when i just want to be in bed already...

And no, in my black pants and white polo and black blazer i have all bought myself, with barely concealed bags beneath my eyes because getting ready for work at 2am my thoughts are a coffee and black tea combo not my make-up, i am nowhere near the glory of the flight attendants strolling past in their colourful uniforms and perfect side caps perfectly sitting on perfect hair... i only have my perfectly-tied-into-a-bow golden company foulard that i spend three minutes in front of the mirror with every day, because it is the only eye-catching, telling sign that i am your person.

But useless no, not ever. Sorry, but no. Yeah, i am the bitch that will make you pay for damned 3kg of excess weight, that won't let you fly with a cabin trolley if your low-cost company doesn't include it in the basic fare, that will make you fish out your power bank from the bottom of the fully packed 20 kg suitcase, that will inform you your flight is in overbooking and you are in standby until the end of the boarding and possibly staying where you are until the next flight... because i have my supervisors and airlines' regulations to abide by. Maybe one day we will become obsolete as well and the AI will do all of this just as good and without discussions. But trust me that until then, the bitch will first try everything, from various advice on how to lower the weight to violently squishing your luggage to make it fit into the small part of the sizer, and all the bothering is for your safety because people have died from certain devices in the checked-in luggage, and even when there is little to nothing to do and it hurts a bit to hear we are disgusting because we sell tickets that don't exist, whereas we have nothing to do at all with any of that overbooking shite, the bitch is there, literally day and night, for you.

For you who take off to golden beaches and turquoise seas i only see in my dreams but i wish you a wonderful holiday with all my heart.

For you who are going home. Because there’s nothing like going home, and sometimes, one only starts to understand it when the home is faraway.

For you, restless souls like me, who always want to get away, to keep moving, and the airport feels like second, third, fourth, umpteenth home (because home is anywhere the loved ones are, therefore in many places...) Now that i feel stuck in one place, i urgently beg of you: never lose your freedom. Never.

And while i work this job, i will never lose that smile the passengers often point our to me, and i only realise when they do, that i actually am grinning... because it's not a face i am wearing, it is joy.

Because the warm shiver up my spine when i manage to help someone with even the smallest thing is priceless.

Because for every frowny or arrogant passenger, there are dozens of those who wish you good work, some give you a candy, or elbow their friend at the gate saying "hey, that's the smiling lady from check-in" and head towards your desk...

And that is a charge of life energy no better-paid, regular-hours, full-time job in sight can give me.

Thank you, travellers.

Yours truly,

check-in agent 3milesup

#just felt like saying this

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can-i-make-image-descriptions · 1 year ago

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[Image ID: A series of tweets from Just A Simple Artificer (@/ CraftyCatDad) reading: Cis ppl get dysphoria all the time. It's when a woman cries and wears hats for a month bc the cute pixie cut went wrong and made her look masculine. When a man takes off a shirt like it's on fire bc it hung in a way that made it look like he had breasts.

It's the tremendous number of men who ask our shop to make their hips smaller, their shoulders broader. Men who break their legs to be taller. Women who hate their big hands or small chests and keep those laser facial hair removal places in business.

Dysphoria is the Bad Feeling, but cis ppl get gender euphoria as well! When you see a dude put on a suit that makes him feel exactly the right kind of masculine, or a women with a dress that makes her exclaim "oh, I'm so Pretty!" It's a little bit of magic.

Working w clothes shows you that how others see their gender matters to everyone, even if that's a desire to Not be gender boxed, or to express themselves against gender roles. We're communicative apes, & "how do I see myself" is one of the most important things we have to say.

This isn't saying "oh, everyone's a little bit trans", but thinking dysphoria is wholly a trans experience others trans ppl. It's a human experience, they just have it more bc it's not as easy as an unflattering shirt or a bad haircut.

And it's worse for kids. So much worse bc they don't have perspective. Think of the worst haircut or outfit you ever had to wear to school and how it felt. Shit, I bet it Still hurts. Now make that every day. For years. Of course so many of them want to give up.

What causes or alleviates it isn't going to be the same for trans ppl any more than cis. For every cis dude I get who hates his hips, I get one asking to cut the pants tight bc "can't waste this dumptruck."

I do what I can to help at work w angled seams and draping and optical tricks and style lines. I do what I can here, trying to secure (start all caps) every single human (end caps) the right to bodily autonomy and the safety and freedom for the gender expression that works for them.

No one can truly know anyone else's experience, but there are feelings we all know a version of, and it's how we empathize. Joy. Disappointment. Hope. Anxiety. And yes, gender dysphoria. /End IDs]

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kshitij1804 · 2 months ago

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lilibetleather · 5 months ago

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jazzlrsposts · 5 months ago

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magpieinstitute · 11 months ago

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From the big city he came, with his scriptures, and his high brow judgement. With his perfect teeth and hands that - despite the wear of travel and the frequent wielding of butcher's tools - were clearly those of a man foreign to honest work.

In a small village like mine, where the men from the city bring nothing, he is the sort you don't turn your back to. He is the kind who takes and offers nothing in return. Who thinks that coin will buy him food, boots, and people's hearts alike. The kind that silences the tavern when he enters, because your words turn to poison in his ears and he can take what he wishes. We were right to fall silent, and to gruffly shut him down. The damage he still did was more than enough. Of course he got to Cara, she didn't have to hide among us, so she wasn't hard to find for his prying eyes. I suppose that is a lesson for us. She will be safer now.

Cara they call her, though we all know that's not her true name. All's fair though, a name has power and she's a smart woman for keeping it close to her. She wraps it up most days, but all in the village knows of the brand on her forearm. She's property, or used to be once. Don't think she bought her freedom, so I suppose she still is. Not that any of us would rat her out, all of us owe something we can't pay to a lord who'd see us dead for less.

I was knee-high when Cara came to the village. I remember it clearly, because a storm had knocked good branches off lord Farragh's trees, and they'd fallen in our fields. If we were faster than the lord's footmen, we'd have enough fuel for months without facing the hunt for poachers. It was lucky that we were out there early to find her, shivering in her rags by the fencepost. We took her back, poured some hot broth and ale into her and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders near the fireplace. When she'd stopped shivering, she asked for shelter. She could work, she said, had done for years, farmwork. She was thorough, she said, and we could use an extra pair of hands.

She hadn't promised too much, she worked hard and she worked good. All through winter. She patched roofs, she mended the fences with us, and she clearly understood the animals better than we ever could. Come spring, we found out what she really was, and by then she'd already earned our loyalty, so she had no reason to be afraid.

She'd been careful about it, but I was there with her, I was the first she confided in. We were watching one of the cows, she'd been laboring since midnight, keeping me up with her lowing, and when Cara came that morning, she took a single look at the poor beast and turned on her heels. I'd already started to lose hope for the cow when Cara returned, carrying a small bundle. She was never a woman for many words, but she put her finger to her lips and made me swear not to tell anyone. I swore.

She opened the rag and retrieved a few items. A bundle of dried herbs, a smooth chip of bone with a symbol carved in it, and a piece of red string. She lit the herbs, and ran it once, twice, thrice across the red string before tying it to the piece of bone. She put it around the cow's neck and walked around the animal, moving the smoking bundle with quiet intent.

I didn't understand the words that left her lips, but I understood their power. When Cara finished speaking and bade me to help her, the cow had stopped panting, and her lowing was a rumble that sounded more determined than desperate to my ears. She gave birth to two healthy calves that morning, even though I knew she shouldn't have. I wasn't going to cry foul at this though, losing the cow could've meant hunger for us, so my family gave Cara some of the cheese we kept, despite her protests.

From then on, no cow died before their time. The plagues that haunted the chicken pens were gone when she hung her little shards of bone or metal on the fences, or laced a ribbon inscribed with red ink around a horse's bridle.

She cared for us too, took away fevers, and soothed birthing pains. Without her, the plague that swept the countryside two winters ago would've devastated us, but she taught us how to cleanse our hands and keep our faces covered. She spoke her incantations over the boils that formed on our skins and she made the tinctures for those who lost their sight. Only three deaths, and Cara was pale and shivering after each of those, whispering profuse apologies even though none of us would blame her.

The men from the city come to us with tales of the Radiant God, and his Bright Saints. Of women and men martyred with glorious purpose, tortured and senseless. We know better than to believe those tales. We see the compassion of bone and blood and ancient word. We know the value of honest hands and tongues that know power, and it doesn't demand tithes, and sacrifice, and confession. All it asks is kindness and a helping hand.

The man who calls himself Witch Hunter would strike us for speaking such words, so we kept silent when he came. But he found out anyway, he saw the charms, and though his heart is rotten, his mind is sharp, so he found Cara's homestead. He came to her late at night.

When we woke the next morning, we found he'd bound her to the Springdance Pole with heavy rope that chafed her wrists. Her dark hair was caked with blood, and her clothes were all but torn from her body. She was shivering, and in a flash I saw her sitting by the fencepost again, wearing nothing but rags. The rage that went through all of our hearts was palpable, and by no order, we all came with the tools we needed for the day's work. Tools that could as well break bone and tear flesh as they could turn hay and mend buckets.

He was grinning ear to ear, believing the gathering crowd to be out for blood. He was right, though it wasn't the witch's blood he was after. We stood frozen, listening to his poisoned words as he smugly pronounced the sentence over her, produced a noose, swung it from a tree branch at the square's edge. We only moved when he laid hands on Cara again.

Had he walked, he would've lived. I wasn't raised a cruel woman, I even try to avoid slaughtering a chicken if I can, but the rage that pulsed through me as I heard Cara's cry of pain tinted my vision red as blood. I do not know who started it, only that by the time we were done, the man's teeth were no longer perfect, and he could barely keep his head up well enough to curse our heretic souls. We hung him, and his tongue would not speak vile words again.

We buried him deep, so not even the dogs could find him. And when a party came with questions, we only shrugged.

"No witches here, m'lord," we'd say.

"We hung the last one, no evil in our midst."

The Witch Hunter has done it, he has caught an authentic witch. Pushing his prey over into the gallows for the villagers to see, they gathered around carrying farming tools and weapons. He was about to put the noose around her neck when he realized they weren’t there for her, but for him.

#writing prompts #witch hunter

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mood2you · 1 year ago

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The Magician's Assistant, by Ann Patchett

Book Review Reviews: answering 1-star reviews questions or formatting them into questions to answer. This has spoilers... go read it and come back!

Is this really Ann Patchett? This is only her third novel.

Why was the story only mildly intriguing? Why 350 pages when the book can be summed in one paragraph? It's basically one long joke, but you need all that time to get the characters to trust each other, so it can't be a short story.

Why was Sabine satisfied with living a half-life? This is a really good question, and several reviewers give evidence: only the assistant, married to a gay man, makes architectural models, not buildings. I didn't notice. I have 3 guesses: she's repressed, perhaps she's waiting for something. She went out of her way to buy men's pants for herself, that's a different thing from wearing Phan's cloths in his memory (or in the memory of Parsifal who bought them for him on a trip etc.) Admittedly a good trans guy would start some of the discord one reviewer complained was blissfully absent from their marriage. Or she's their daughter: Phan is always kissing her forehead, now he's looking after her and reassuring her, and he's the one who wanted kids when Parsifal hates them. Parsifal was basically presenting him a mixed family, when they met. One thing about this book is it barely has any dialogues between Sabine and Parsifal, maybe Paraifal is just that great. forgot my third guess, she's aromantic. A book has 2 gay characters and you stop looking, why shouldn't the whole book be gay? Maybe reviewers are missing... something. She can't date Kitty, that's stupid, but they should stay entangled. Oh I remembered my fourth guess: much like Dot and Kitty, she made a silly choice as a 20 year old and wouldn't let go. Granted, Albert and Howard are abusive.

Why was the literary symbolism so clumsy and obvious? So that I could understand it! The reviewer points to their last name being fetter (like handcuffs, I think, as in, you will never leave our little town... unless? Unless you're Harry Houdini or the wife of Harry Houdini) but that's actually German for feather (like flying, like freedom.) Yet Parsifal doesn't do dove tricks... (I might be taking that personally, I had an OC named Jordan Fetter because I thought it was smarter than Jordan Sylvan or whatever, certainly smarter than Jordan Feather.) I was thinking about something else I noticed but forgot. I think Sabine is what makes the magic work.

How could she make the midwest into a stereotype? This may be worthy criticism. Even I was like, well this family drama is... eh. For a while this year I was of the belief that all contemporary fiction is true. So far, two of Ann Patchett's leading ladies have been from LA and one went to Tennesee and one went to Nebraska (theheretofor mentioned mid-west) when Patchett is also from LA and moved to Tennesee. Maybe I'm right and she will send characters back to the south in Taft. I think in Bel Canto (her 2nd) they go to South America, so...

Was this written by a man, how are all the girls so domestic? Even Sabine, who's always wearing men's cloths, and always living with men. Hm… Very sus to come up with this on your own

What type of woman devotes her entire life to loving a man who is gay and will never love her back the way she wants? What type indeed. And how DID she want? Compared to Phan's fatherliness, Parsifal barely had any lines and wasn't in Nebraska in his afterlife so we don't get any of his and Sabine's real relationship and maybe THAT's a glaring error. Anyways, I make jokes about Phan being jealous and that's why he took Parsifal back, but, um, it is hard to help someone die, maybe it is true that him suddenly dying is better it's like if your dad hid your mail from you, trying not to let it disappoint you, when it's up to you what you make of it.

#the magician's assistant #books #book review review #mfw when im 40 and still not a man. living a half life: grrr (steals your wife)#now this is an essay! this is what I wanted from this series :)

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Thinking Of You

Diluc

He will probably wear something quite snazzy, suave even- but not overly done. For example: a nice black suit with a dark crimson tie. Fancy but not extravagant.

Will definitely toss out perfectly worded (and timed) compliments about your clothing, make-up, jewelry etc.

"Y/N you look stunning. You have such exquisite taste in dresses."

"The night sky is missing a star tonight."

"Your beauty is breathtaking."

100% will come to where you're staying to pick you up and accompany you on a peaceful stroll to the location.

Most likely the only one out of the lot who will take you somewhere pretty well known, like a popular restaurant or something, somewhere you go when you have expensive taste basically.

He'll do his best to make you feel appreciated and special, since to him you are everything.

Won't admit it but he will probably be insulting the wine or any alcohol beverage they serve to you both all night in his head. (Since he can do better and will probably end up mixing ingredients later back home to end the night giving you a fine drink he feels is more deserved.)

He doesn't often want all eyes on him, but because it's a special occasion and he's aiming to please you he'll probably book a lovely table on the balcony in the warm evening glow or next to a window framing a beautiful sight of scenery outside.

Heads up, he was stressing over this date so much he probably even went to such extents to ask Kaeya for advice. (Yea he's that desperate to satisfy you)

The night will go smoothly, and be one of the more relaxed dates, he is a good listener after all.

He may slip into his habit of bickering about how the world needs cleansing blah blah. Just chuckle and let him know and he'll apologise blushing slightly most likely.

Over all its a very pleasant night and he will offer to escort you back to your home, enjoying a midnight stroll under the stary sky.

He is a gentleman through and through, so he will promptly be ready to kiss you softly on your lips and bid you a goodnight.

He doesn't have any other motives or intentions; he doesn't wanna look low like that.

So unless YOU offer him in for 'a drink' or 'desert' he will not be crossing your homes threshold.

Kaeya

He's been on a couple dates before now, he's a bit of a playboy after all so he's been around the block a couple of times

That doesn't mean this is going to be any less special though

Be ready to be taken on the sort of date you only see in romance movies with fantasy themes because it's going to start with a whimsical carriage ride out of the City of Freedom and it's only going to escalate from there I'm not going to lie

He’s dressed to the nines, fancy jewelry, extra fluffy fur cape, the tightest leather pants this side of the fucking cosmos and of course his tiddies are sort of out and about

Only the bougiest of boytoys for you tonight

You don't know HOW he found a this amazing hole in the wall restaurant (thank Diluc later) but after a tranquil ride as the sun sets gorgeously across the rolling mountains it's surely welcome to your growling stomach

It's a buffet apparently, all he had to do was make a reservation and pay the entrance fee and you get to stay and eat as much as you want all night surrounded by gorgeous scenery and the arms of your lover

Kaeya looks pretty dapper himself but he's all the more focused on you once he sees you, nothing but flirty compliments and overly detailed expressions of love all night tonight

One thing that'll stand out to you is that because this now means you both are officially together, he doesn't flirt with anyone going forward now. He's still playful of course because that's just who he is but you swore when that lady came up and made a not so subtle hint at less than decent things his stare could've killed her with how cold it was

He's really...really sweet underneath the playboy persona I'm ngl

After the both of you have calm down and are settling into the night he's really soft with you, gently stroking your hand and giving you cute little tidbits

The only word that I could even use that comes to mind to describe the looks he’s giving you is adoring

He’s gonna bring you a cheesy gift, something like flowers or chocolates or maybe a bracelet if you’re allergic to those

If you happen to have brought something for him he’s gonna be all sly about it but on the inside he’s flustered because he didn’t expect it? Like the thought of you shopping around for something he’d like will probably keep him up that night blushing away at how thoughtful that was

It’s gonna end in him giving you a very big dip, staring dramatically into your eyes and giving you the hottest french kiss of your life because as wholesome as he’s felt all night he’s felt a lot of other things too

He’s going to turn down an invite in at least on the first date, he wants to revel in the feeling of you wanting him~

Albedo

Awkward. Just awkward right off the bat. Like, bad awkward too.

Probably wearing something actually pretty fitting, but the look of discomfort on his face will be extremely obvious.

He will question why this is all necessary, and then ignore you when you try give an answer and just go into thought about it to himself.

He'll probably mutter a bit under his breath every now and then. Just let him, he's thinking about how to not mess this night up for you, it keeps him calm.

He will be very kind throughout it all, but his compliments will feel almost planned out (because they are, he most likely jotted down compliments when alone and ran through them over and over to make sure they're acceptable.)

Will most likely end up taking you to a peaceful isolated area, with beautiful scenery filled to the brim all around it. (Like a hill above a meadow of sweet flowers and whirlwind asters.)

The date will probably be just a peaceful picnic for the both of you talk and get to know eachother a lot more intimately.

Very enjoyable to be honest, once you get past his awkward attitude and he gets over his own questioning of the whole situation he'll start to loosen up.

Possibly could end up cracking a few jokes too?

As the night goes on and he inevitably gets more drunk he may get more bold and offer you a dance in the meadow of flowers.

Surprisingly well known in how to dance with a partner, very flashy and pin point foot work.

He will also offer to walk you home. (Still sounding like it was planned just a little more spaced out and slurred due to drunken brain behaviour now)

He will not come in, he just won't. Even if you try slyly to offer him. He will just not. Politely decline each time.

"I would Y/N, but I have research to do."

"It's rather late and I think what be both need right now is a good night's rest."

Don't take it personally, he's just still new to the whole social intimacy thing- he just needs time and maybe a few more dates with drinks thrown into the equation.

He will give a very embracing and warm kiss though to seal the date to a tidy ending.

The next morning however you will probably awake to a small letter on your doorstep, which contains inside a beautifully done sketch of yourself sitting so delicately on a hill surrounded by flowers, with messy handwriting underneath that say 'Until next time Y/N'

He may be socially awkward, but he is sweet and honest and that's all that matters isn't it?

Venti

He’s really excited!!

But his idea of a date is basically nonexistent so you’ll have to take the lead, if you ask him the last time he went on a date he’d smile a bit, frown, then squint really hard and be quiet for a bit like he’s frustrated so it’s just best to just leave it be

Gonna of course bring some dandelion wine to spice of the night a bit whenever you two settle down enough

He’s not gonna wear his usual clothing, probably something a lot more casual and he’s gonna skip the hat

You know he’s going to serenade you outside your window though like some cheesy fairy tale romance and it is going to go on until you both are giggling away and he can barelt finish the song without wheezing

Venti will hold off on the drink a little bit whilst the two of you chatter about everything, he really does want to get to know you and doing that requires remembering what the fuck you said the morning after

Constantly will find things to rhyme with your name and I’m sorry if your name fits into a song that’s all you’re going to be hearing for the rest of your relationship

“Hey there delilah what’s it like in Mondstat city?” I don’t know any songs with guy’s names in them but that’s also a thing if you happen to be a dude dating Venti don’t think you’re safe from the fluffy stuff

A fair bit of PDA, it doesn’t matter where you’ve chosen for the date he’s going to be holding your hand and cupping your face or even small kisses here and there

He wants to show you off and show YOU how much he’s already loving you

Very likely to goof off at all points in the date because that’s just who he is but he’s going to answer any and all questions you have about him and he will fire a ton back to you, be ready to think about types of food you didn’t even know existed when he’s asking questions

The kinda person who will literally stop to smell the flowers and promptly pick one for you

He’ll walk you back to his house and then stand there sweetly saying goodbye like the lovestruck fool he is before he realizes that you were inviting him in a week later and regretting his sappy self

Ah Venti, you sure do try

Xiao

Ok this guy has been on at least one date before and it didn't end too well but he and the person he went with made light of it at the end of the day so he's a little skittish about it

Don't expect any fancy clothes or anything, he'll probably just find something that has a little less armor and cart his mask along too, the guy can't really ever take a break even on the days it's supposed to be work separated from play

Will 100% square up against anyone that starts anyone messing with you despite the fact he’s literally a third of anyone’s height

He doesn’t give a fuck

Except if your don’t want him to then he’ll behave but he'll still stare the person down like a caged tiger

Honestly it's just better to go somewhere remote but he's way ahead of you in that regard, as soon as you're done with dinner and reach the entrance way at Wagnshu Inn he's picking you up and jumping off into the sky using his anemo abilities

That part in and of itself is really romantic actually because it's just the two of you soaring above the clouds, you coddled in his arms gripping onto his neck with the wind and birds breezing past

He's gonna take you to some ruins honestly because as sad as they seem to the other Adepti he finds a grim beauty in them

The sheer amount of history, the craftsmanship and architecture just the over all atmosphere is captivating to anyone he's ever happened to visit with

That's what he hopes takes your attention away from the fact his social skills are limited to Bodyguard talking to Liyue Citizen

Somehow, your attention only occasionally wavers as you both wander through the ruins together though, you're almost always talking to him or making some sort of quip. Sometimes you're even just looking at him and smiling softly

It's going to fluster him and he's not going to know how to handle it ngl

He'll be a little quieter than normal but not in a bad way, he'll still make cutting remarks but he himself will be more focused on not trying to fuck this up

And then promptly interrogating himself as to why a mortal has captivated his interests so much he's basically agreed to spend any spare moment he has with them

Once you two get somewhere scenic he's gonna sit down with you and relax a bit, if you have any personal questions to ask him now's the time because he'll probably answer them as long as they're not too intimate

If you brought drink he'll be kind of interested in trying it but won't drink to the point of drunkness

You'll be brought home at dawn by him, either after a bit of a walk and then flying or straight up just him flying the both of you back

Surprisingly, he'll accept an offer to stay the night with you

It's mostly out of concern honestly, you did stumble quite a lot tonight and he doesn't want you to do something stupid like stumble up the stairs and break your leg, however if it does turn...interesting he may be inclined to indulge you

Zhongli

A gentleman, just a perfect book text example of a gentleman.

He will kiss your hand when you meet him at the entrance of his favourite restaurant.

Pepper you in compliments immediately, such honeyed words that cause a blush from you instantaneously.

"Nothing brings me more joy than seeing your face."

"Y/N you make my heart flutter just from your beautiful appearance alone."

He will literally pay no one else attention but you, he will order his meal quickly with no chitter chatter- he wants to just talk to you and indulge in your voice.

He will eat like a bit of a feral beast however. (He is a dragon so forgive him please.)

He'll tidy himself up properly afterwards and go back to his gentlemanly demeanour.

Very engaging the whole night I feel, a lot of talking on your end because he just wants to listen, but shoot him some questions and he'll be more than happy to reply.

Smiles and chuckles all night as you both bicker the time away.

Expensive wine and deserts for you both. (He's probably not paying, knowing him he conned someone else into to paying it for him.)

After you've both eaten and drunk your fill he will pay for it in a very professional manner before escorting you out with him beside you.

You'll probably go on a lovely walk around Liyue Harbor and listen to fond memories from the man while gazing up at the stars every now and then.

It almost will feel fairytale like to be honest. He plays the Prince charming role rather expertly.

The tour will end back at your home, where he kisses your hand gently again to bid you a goodnight- unless of course you offer him inside.

He won't deny it either, he may be a gentlemen outside but inside he's an animal that's already set his mind on you as his.

He will kiss you deeply and possibly steal your breath away momentarily, before waiting for you to open your door and invite him inside

Kuzuha

You’re gonna probably have to organize what you’re doing since he’s new to any place outside of Inazuma but he trusts you’ll find something fun to do

He’s gonna wanna see a lot of the urban sights for once but he’s not too good with crowds

The guy can go there but like he'll just be very hesitant to speak out about somethings

I guess in that respect, the later you go at night the better it'll be since things start to die down in Liyue Harbour a couple hours or so after sundown

If you guys go for a rooftop picnic he might honestly have the time of his life because then he not only gets some awesome views of the city but the wind’ll carry his tunes in an interesting way up here

It’s gonna be kind of hard to get any really personal information out of him because he’s still very reclusive about his past but he does trust you enough to do something as intimate as a date so he’ll answer a couple of questions here and there on a whim

Nothing drastic though of course

He’ll probably forget to bring you some sort of gift but he’ll do you a solid and tell you if it’ll rain tomorrow or the day after if he can because he feels bad

Expect him to show up to the next date with two handmade gifts, probably some traditional Inazuma clothing

He’s a surprisingly good weaver so all of your gifts will probably be things like that because you mean a lot to him

The one time you saw him weave something for someone else it was a scarf for Xiangling and it was like a mile long

If you can walk around the harbor he'll do some parkour tricks to show off a bit

Kazuha will walk you right back to your door and very shyly give you a kiss goodnight

Will humbly decline any requests about indecent things, he'll come in for a bit of tea if you insist or it's raining though

Childe

If he stays the night it's because he fell asleep and it wasn't planned on his part but waking up to you snuggled down next to him isn't the worst thing in the world

He'll show up at your place probably fifteen to twenty minutes late. (He is always rushed off his feet and looses track of time, don't go too hard on him.)

Chaotic from the beginning. Literally, he'll ask you out on a spur of the moment and probably be surprised when you agree.

He'll apologise profusely with compliments thrown in to sweeten you back up to him again.

"I'm so sorry I'm late Y/N! Specially when you've made yourself so beautiful for this occasion."

"Aha, I'm very embarrassed for keeping such a stunning woman waiting, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

He will most likely be wearing clothes close to his normal attire in colour; grey suit with a red and black tie.

Will chat away non stop as he takes you to an incredibly expensive restaurant, probably the most well known in Liyue Harbor; for both its price and exquisite meals.

Very flashy to everyone around, almost showing off he's going on a date with you, its embarrassing but at the same flattering; the boys good at making you feel important.

Will make it very clear you can order literally anything you want, even doubles if it pleases you.

Nails it in pretty hard that Mora is no set back for him. Probably thinks it'll impress you more, but who knows, does it?

Very flirty the whole time and jokey. Lots of giggles and laughter shared between you both.

Alcohol is added to the equation pretty early into the meals, gotta add the fun right?

You'll probably both end up getting more louder and even more chatty, his aura is so intoxicating, it makes anyone liven up.

The whole night he'll give you quick stares that hint exactly what he wants to happen by the end of the night.

So when you're walking home with him the mood will get more tense even with the jokes because the intentions behind his words grow more obvious and burning into your very being.

Will give you such a long and dragged out kiss goodnight, he really doesn't want this to end just with a goodnight kiss, but he will not protest if you just say goodnight.

However- if you invite him in then big goofy smile ensue as he then holds round your waist kissing your neck and mumbling silly sweet nothings into your ear as you drunkenly try unlock the door.

Long night ahead~

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taylors-fourth-cat-meow · 3 years ago

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I know that some people are taking calling out SJM's portrayal of Tamlin as excusing his abuse, but I don't believe that's any of our intentions. Rather than that, I feel as if we are just pointing out how sometimes the narrative twists some of his rather harmless actions and makes them out to be the worst of all. For example, when Feyre kept mentioning how she felt degraded by him for not being assigned a title that didn't even exist (and that she had no credentials for) - this was pushed so hard that almost every post when acomaf came out talked about it instead of how Tamlin physically hurt her. I remember so many Feysand stans claiming that they mostly disliked him for that reason, which in handsight makes sense because if they criticized him for being too controlling at times, they'd be forced to call out Rhysand's whole character.

Hi anon!!

I absolutely agree.

Tamlin's actions and abuse is always explained never justified unlike rhysie's.

They can't call Tamlin out on his actual abusive qualities without acknowledging rhysie's actions as abuse because they are one and the same thing. Hence they pull at the most trivial things just to villainize Tamlin while also saying rhysie is the best god damn feminist in this world.

It's actually so confusing

Rhysie is a feminist because he let feyre train (by putting her in danger again and again) and gave her the title of high lady (which doesn't even make sense because feyre is not considered rhysies equal in anyway, acosf was just further proof).

Tamlin is a misogynist because feyre assumed he wanted her to wear dresses and that wearing pants wud make a statement (for the last time bitch what statement?!?!?!) because wearing dresses is a sign of weak females who don't have any freedom or autonomy, explained to feyre why she won't be called a high lady when she said she didn't want to be called that, thought a ruthless, powerful, tyrant who sent heads in his front yard as a joke, kidnapped his fiancee, who funnily enough he SA for three months and did everything in his power to get her back.

In my opinion Tamlin's only mistakes which are all retcons btw (excluding some things because they totally go against things actually written in the previous books) were:

Continuing to keep company with Ianthee

Not letting feyre train and making decisions for her powers and body for his peace of mind (which sound familiar?? To a certain purple eyed bat's actions in a certain 700 page book??)

Locking feyre in the manor (also sound familiar to what a supposedly noble high lord and lady did to her own sister??)

Slut shaming her at the High Lords metting (which sound familiar to a certain infamous "intervention")

Tamlin not 'saving her from her darkness that was consuming her' doesn't count because Tamlin himself was mentally unstable and suffering from PTSD. if you have a broken leg you can't support another person with a broken leg srry.

Calamnai scene from book 1?? No one except sjm is to blame for that nonsense.. but if you put it irl, tamlin is drunk out of his mind with no sense of reality and feyre, knowing this, completely sober, willing goes near him and doesn't stop him when he tries to kiss her even when he made it perfectly clear that he doesn't want anything to happen between them?? But Put all that in the acotar world it's no one's fault accept sjm.

His magical outburst, I have explained this before and @/worldsnotsaid also wrote a gr8 explanation about it but that ... Wasn't exactly abuse... He doesn't do it with the intention of hurting feyre and gain control or power over her. His power isn't even directed at her. He almost hurts her and he is responsible for it but that can't be labelled abuse. I get how this can be a little questionable for some ppl but no I don't think tamlin physically abused feyre. Try to reverse the scenario, tamlin locks feyre into the manor, it brings up her trauma and she looses control of her magic and hurts all the ppl in that manor. Is it still abuse?? Tamlin abused her 100% and he also abused his sentries but the study scene isn't that.

I feel pity for the ppl who try to point out abusive qualities in Tamlin in book 1 thinking their fav author is so smart and put subtle signs only ture fans can understand. And not accept the fact that SJM got bored with tamlin and suddenly realised she gets hard for rhysie

In comparison to all that rhysie has:

SA feyre for THREE MONTHS

Twisted her bone

Made a bargain for his gain under duress

Licked her without permission

Kissed her without permission

Mind r*pped her

Read her personal thoughts and said it out loud for ppl to hear (which I don't get how it is any different from Tamlins actions in the HL meeting)

Gaslighted her while she was with Tamlin

Actually made her wear clothes she hated

Put her life in jeopardy repeatedly for his gain

Touched her inappropriately in front of ppl again with the pretense of it being a "mask"

Held crucial information about her body from her

Stripped her from the right to consider abortion by not telling the risks of pregnancy

Asked everyone in her family to not tell her either

Put a sheild around her to isolate her even from her family members

Removed the shield around enemies to have them scent her baby rich scent

Paraded her around like a trophy

Climaxed to the picture of his unborn child (not really relevant to what he did to feyre but still disgusting)

You tell me which is worst?

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The steady burst of snow is burning your hands.

You're frozen to the bones. And all you can hear is the chattering of your teeth as you drag the limp body of your Leviathan down the shambles of a road that once led you to freedom, to success.

Your eyes snap open as you pull yourself out of the nightmare, clutching at your shaking form underneath the sheets. You stretch your arm out behind you to feel for the man you gave yourself to the night before but find nothing but empty space.

Had you imagined the whole thing?

The grey sheets are tucked so neatly around you, and the nightstand is devoid of any of your trinkets that you know you're not in your own room. Something clatters in the kitchen, and you hear Suguru curse, making you get up and toss off the sheets. Before your hand reaches for the doorknob, you notice your lack of clothing and grab the bathrobe hanging from a hook by the door. You tie the massive cotton item around yourself and fling the door open, not bothering to fix your hair before walking into the living room.

Before you can peek into the kitchen, a pair of blue eyes catch your visage and looks twice before a smile spreads across Gojo's face.

"Aw, shit. Yuki said you were wasted, but I didn't think-- I knew you had it in you, Su, but damn..."

Suguru appears a second later, wiping his hands on a dishtowel and catching you in his bathrobe, standing in shock in the living room. "Oh, y/n," he murmurs, and pushes his bangs out of his face. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry about the noise; I was trying to cook breakfast."

"No, it's okay," you whisper, and he gives you a lopsided smile, eyes roving over your figure clad in his bathrobe.

"Looks good on you."

"Yo, can you quit flirting and hurry up? I have to brief you two on your next mission before Toji tries to beat me to the pool hall."

"Right," you sit across from Gojo on the couch, and Suguru turns off the stove to sit next to you. You notice he isn't timid in front of Satoru, placing his arm around the couch behind you. Gojo notices this and says nothing, instead choosing to thump the file in his hands onto the table. You reach for it, then open the black folder, noting the heavy redaction on many of the pages.

"This might be your biggest one yet," Gojo states, leaning forward. "You're going to be recovering some evidence needed in our search for Kenjaku."

Kenjaku. The most elusive man in the entire CSB. Known for blowing covers of CSB Kitsune, organizing massive Leviathan casualties on staged recon missions, and relentlessly terrorizing the Grand Council with threats of bringing the CSB to its knees.

Your palms begin to sweat, and Suguru takes the file from your hands, letting you lace your fingers together to stop them from shaking.

"How do we know this isn't a setup?" Suguru wonders and then looks up from the folder. "And why is y/n coming with us? This is normally Leviathan work."

"Y/n is going in as a scout. But you'll be with her, along with four other high-level ops teams. It'll be presented as a routine inspection of the systems, but you two will orchestrate the recovery. The other four teams will assist with entry and extraction."

"And what kind of evidence is this?"

"Files." Your mind flashes to the files sitting in the trash on your desktop, and you inhale deeply. "Files from a computer linked to a DDOS attack from his base. You'll be going in and retrieving them with a thumb drive." The thumb drive is slapped onto the table, the silver color shining in the light of the living room.

"When do we leave?" you wonder, and Gojo smiles, showing all of his teeth.

"In twelve hours, right as everyone is getting off. The building will need to be empty when you two go in to prevent any suspicions or reports back to Kenjaku."

"Got it."

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Geto drives you to the rendezvous, wearing an all-black outfit and glasses that he keeps fiddling with nervously. His tattoos are covered up, but that doesn't make him look any less intimidating.

Again, he's a "security officer". Well, one without a gun, which is probably why he's fiddling with his fake glasses so much.

You consider your cover - Information Technology Officer - and look down at your outfit again. Your dress pants and frilly white blouse look the part, but you don't feel the part.

"This is too easy," you mention, and Suguru glances over at you.

"I was just thinking the same thing."

"So I just go into this room, find the computer, and plug in the thumb drive?"

"You have to locate the one--"

"Row Eleven, computer eighteen."

"You're too good at this," Suguru laughs, and you chuckle, looking out of the window. The massive building looms ahead, and you feel your gut twist painfully. As you pull into the parking garage, you watch for the first set of teams to assist with entry. They'd be disguised as guards that will lead you into the building and up to the room, and then two sets of guards would come to get you and lead you out, taking the thumb drive with them as they depart.

But why so many people? Weren't you and Suguru enough to get in and get out with the evidence?

You step out of the car after Suguru parks, and when you get to the front of the building, you see the first set of guards. They open the doors to the main floor, where people are still milling about and wrapping up for the day. Next, you're walked to the elevators, where one of the guards swipes a keycard, his eyes looking everywhere but at you and Suguru as he presses the up button. His partner stands closely behind you two, but you consider the ultra level of security a comfort.

Suguru, however, is not so thrilled.

"Can you back the fuck up?" he turns and asks the woman behind you, who steps back at the forcefulness of his tone. You look up at him and notice a deep frown line set into his brows as you walk onto the elevator, unaccompanied. Suguru punches the "7" button with his knuckle and stands stiffly as the doors close on the two security guards below.

"Everything's going to be fine," you reassure him, taking his hand and squeezing it. "You'll see." He grunts in response as the elevator grinds to a halt, and the automated voice announces, "Floor Seven". The second set of guards meets you right outside of the elevators, one taking the lead while the other walks behind you as you walk past a row of frosted glass doors. A key card is swiped again, and you go past a wooden door that has no windows before walking down a less inviting hallway.

Row eleven, computer eighteen.

The guard in front opens a door leading to the computer room, and you're met with a fierce blue glow from the dormant screens.

"Ten minutes," Suguru advises you, and you walk past him, nodding.

"Give me seven."

You count the rows from the back of the room and find the eleventh row easily, then down the long path to computer eighteen. When you sit down at the screen, your fingers quickly type in the password: TOUR-DOZE-KURD.

You take the thumb drive out of your pocket and wait for the program files to load, searching through each and every one with lightning speed.

"If I was a suspicious file... where would I be..." You open the TEMP files and instantly find a massive .zip file just out in the open. You open the ZIP extractor and wait for the files to pop up, sticking the thumb drive into the computer and inhaling before the "finished" notification pops up.

However, when the files open, your eye catches on one, in particular, making your heart stop.

Release to Y/n on (unknown date and time).

Two and a half minutes left on the clock.

You drag the extracted files to the thumb drive icon, but you click on the folder addressed to you while they're downloading.

And you discover the same videos, the same audio files, the same documents that were dropped onto your computer. Yet, all you can hear is the rushing sound of blood in your ears as you click out and look at the other files, hundreds of names and release times labeled on files.

Two other names catch your eye, and you balk, fearing the worst if you open them:

Geto Suguru. (released).

Yu Haibara. (do not release).

Once the files finish transferring with only a minute to spare, you snatch the stick out of the computer and leap up, shutting the device down before rushing out of the room.

"Suguru, there's something very wro--" You stop in your tracks as you see two men dressed in grey Kitsune uniforms standing across from Suguru, their guns pointed at the two of you. Suguru's hands are raised, and you shakily inhale, feeling the thumb drive growing hot in your pocket.

"I know, baby," he whispers, eyes focused on the men blocking your exit down the hallway. "Looks like we've been set up."

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drethanramslay · 4 years ago

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Without You

Pairing: Logan x MC (Lexi Cahill)

Masterlist

Word count: 2.5 K words

Warning: Just a little cursing, here and there and Angst

MC is actually not present in this fic, this is Logan's POV, four months after he had to leave LA

Author's note: I decided to take part in @rodappreciationweek so here is my submission :))

Thanks to @choicesarehard @brightpinkpeppercorn and @client-327 for hosting this 💙

Thanks to @mvalentine for pre-reading it❤️❤️

Title inspiration: Without You by Avicii (ft. Sandro Cavazza)

Song: Gone by Blake Rose

Forgive me if I make any mistakes.

The rays of the sun spilled through the crack in my curtains, making the white walls a yellow hue. My eyes were bleary and red rimmed. It had just been moments since I woke up and my hangover struck me like a train wreck, a familiar electric pain behind my eyes.

I shouldn't have drank so much.

I moved my head to only see an an empty bed side. Of course she left. Who would want to stick around after a one night stand?

The hazy memories of last night filtered through my head, making me wince. Another night, another rave, another tray of shots and another chick to bang.

You could call it saturday shenanigans but, this was different.

Everything was different since I left her.

All my days just seem to melt away into a haze of alcohol and drugs... Today, tomorrow, yesterday seems to fuse into this neverending torture, an ache which no matter how much I drink or how many girls I fuck, never fucking ceases to hurt. The only thing which can fix this gaping wound in my heart is Lexi.

But she is not here.

And never will be.

So this is how it has been for the past weeks. Me getting inebriated to new extremes just to numb the pain and to temporarily erase the loneliness before I become sober again.

Because when I'm in those intoxicated wastelands, I'm so out of it that I can almost hallucinate her dancing with me. I can almost smell her strawberry shampoo, tickling my nose. I can almost hear her tinkling laugh.

And in my alcohol induced sleep, I dream of her in my arms the both of us fitting together, like two jigsaw puzzles.

I despise being sober. Because when I am In my senses, the entire load of loss weighs down on me, crushing me and suffocating me. The 'could have been's' and the regret are all a heavy burden on my shoulders.

A small part of me is often wishing, praying and hoping that things could just go back to normal but, deep in my gut I know, that nothing is ever going to be the same again.

Nothing is ever going to be the same, now that she was gone...

How much time does it take to get over people?

It may be a day, a week, a month or a year. There is no definitive time span for getting over someone you loved, someone you cherished or someone who was close to your heart.

I think it depends on how much of an impact the said person had on you or how much of a void that person left in you.

I was the wild and carefree guy, with no strings attached and never saw myself being the one to fall in love because... Let's admit it, love is a vulnerability, a weakness which people don't hesitate to exploit.

But fast forward to four months later, I am in the same category as those emotional pussies crying over a breakup.

Being brought up in foster homes made me grow up quickly. Some houses were good and caring whilst some were harsh. And knowing that I am the most cursed person to walk the earth, I was always was stuck with the shitty households.

Don't believe me? I still have those scars from the fights and the beatings.

Growing up in such a hostile environment, taught me that there is no room for weakness or error and that love and feelings are just some fairy tale myth which is made by philosophical fools to give you a sense of hope.

But, hope is a dangerous thing, two side of the same coin. It can make you and break you.

I don't think I would have survived my childhood but... That's when I fell in love with cars.

It holds a special place in my heart.

The way my adrenaline spikes as the pointer on my speedometer achieves unattainable speeds, the way I feel the purr of my engine resound through my entire body and they way it's just me, my car and the open road... Nobody could ever compare to that sensation of freedom.

Well, that was before I met her.

Lexi Cahill.

I admit it started off as a way to recruit her as an informant, a tool to stay out of prison, another heart to break.

But little did I know that life would pull the fucking reverse uno card on me. But, I'm low-key glad it did.

It's been 4 months since that scum bag was thrown into the jail.

Four months since the crew went its separate ways.

Four months since I walked away from her.

I don't want to let you go...

Those words were on a repeat in his head, like a broken tape recorder and her teary eyes and broken expression is forever burnt into his brain. It was so hard to let her go. The one time I found a reason to stay, a reason to fight for, a reason to stop running, life just fucked it all up.

It was a tussle, a war between what my heart wanted and the logical side of me which just left me exhausted.

In conclusion, heartbreak sucks.

I reach for my phone and switch it on to check the time. But my eyes fall on our prom photo which I had made as my wallpaper. It's really stupid how head over heels I'm in love with her.

But it's the truth.

There is a saying that life gives you only one great love and that many people go for years without that.

I was one of the few lucky people to get that at 18.

But life is not sunflowers and unicorns shitting rainbows. It's rough, it's hard with its a mix of ups and downs. But it seems like mine is set to be on the all time low.

Staggering to the bathroom, I heavily leaned against the counter, my muscles flexing as I gripped the edge. My eyes lifted to see my reflection staring back at me.

I look like a hot mess.

This isn't you Logan... My inner conscience said, which eerily sounded like her.

God, I really must be losing it, huh?

Slowly and painfully I started my morning chores, my body on auto pilot. My mind kept on wandering to Lexi. She would be in Langston by now.

Would she be in that off shoulder sweater of hers, her feather tattoo peaking from underneath the sleeve? Would she be highlighting and colour coordinating her notes like she always did?

Would she have made new friends? Or dare I say a new boyfriend?

Logan stop hurting yourself. I said to myself as I visibly cringed at the thought of someone else having their arms around her.

The idea of someone else kissing her soft lips or someone else holding her hands or someone else running his hands along the curvature of her naked back made me equal parts angry and sad.

Angry for you know, obvious reasons but sad for the life I had to leave behind in LA.

God I hate this existential crisis shit... It's to early to question life.

I dragged myself in the direction of the kitchen, the smell of bacon waking me up. I was shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants because I was too fucking tired to wear anything else.

"Look who has decided to grace us with their presence."

"Shut up Carl, it's too early for your bullshit." Raven said as she slapped the top of his head.

I shot her a look of gratitude as I sank into my seat and reached for the plate of pancakes.

Carl and Raven were the closest thing to parents for me. Carl was a tough man with huge muscles, around six feet tall but, he was as goofy as a child. Raven was his girlfriend who was hella intimidating. The kohl lined eyes and the floral tattoo on the side of her shaven head made her look fierce. Both of them were in their early thirties and ran the Detroit Central crew.

We three were in a different crew when I was 15 and they really took a liking for me. They taught me everything I know and they are the family that I always came back too.

I dug into my breakfast, eating slowly and savouring the sweetness of the maple syrup.

"Thank god you are atleast eating now." Raven said as she ruffled my hair and turned towards the sink.

I shrugged and Carl picked up the newspaper to read, settling into his seat. Suddenly, the bell rang which had all of our backs becoming as stiff as a rod.

"Were you expecting someone, darlin'?" Raven asked, trying to peak through the windows.

"Don't get up, I'll do it." Carl said as he picked up the gun on the counter and pushed it into the back pocket of his cargo pants.

I was frozen, terrified. I had been very careful in escaping but me being the reckless fool and getting drunk seven ways to Sunday may have tipped them off.

I'm such a colossal dumbass.

I could hear Carl's gruff voice talking but I couldn't peek at the person on the other side of the door. I just sank further into my seat, hoping that it was some lost person and not the FBI.

"Boy this one's for you." He moved aside and the person I least expected to see walked in.

"You look like shit."

"Good morning to you too, asshole." I rolled my eyes.

Colt walked into the kitchen, wearing his trademark leather jackets and dark jeans. His combat boots made a thud sound with each step which made my headache worse.

"Will you be okay, Lo-lo?" Raven asked, her eyes flitting to the jerk standing in her kitchen.

Colt snorted at the nickname but luckily kept his mouth shut.

"Yep Ra. Meet Colt Kaneko. Colt meet Raven and Carl." I spoke at I stood up and put my dirty dishes in the sink.

"Oh you are Kaneko's boy, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"We heard about what went down in LA. Our condolences. He was a great man."

He gave a nod. It was a sore subject for me as well. That night in the alley, I wished I could take it back. I usually am not one to regret what I spew but whatever I said to Kaneko is another burden I'm gonna carry all my life.

"Also heard about your crew busted the Brotherhood? You were the mastermind behind it right?" Carl said as he crossed his arms.

"As much as I would love to take the credit, it was Lexi who came up with the plan." Colt said his eyes darted towards me, gauging my reaction.

"The newbie? Heard she drives like the wind-"

Hearing her name felt like an iron fist clenching my heart. That name will always be the source of my happiness, my cherished memories and my melancholy.

"Colt let's take this to the backyard, shall we?" Logan spoke up, interrupting them.

He walked to the back door and Colt followed him wordlessly. It a sunny day but a cool breeze blew which provided some kind of relief.

I reached to take out two beers from the cooler and handed him one. Colt raised an eyebrow.

"Beer... At ten in the morning?"

I shrugged as I popped the bottle cap off mine. "It's 5pm somewhere else."

"That's true too. Cheers." We clinked the necks of our bottles and took a sip as we sat down on the patio chairs.

I turned towards him. "So what brings you to Detroit?"

"To see your pretty face?" Colt said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

I snorted. "Always knew you had a thing for me, pretty boy."

"Always knew that you had an ego the size of Jupiter, dickhead. Some things just don't change."

I sighed. "Can't say the same for me through. Everything is different now."

Surprisingly, Colt didn't mock him. He stared down at the bottle in his hands. "Yeah... I can understand. How are you holding up?" He asked as he turned to face me.

I took a huge gulp of my beer before responding, my eyes staring at the mango tree in my neighbor's back yard.

"Not too good. It's been hard for the last couple of months. Kaneko's death, leaving LA and maintaining a low profile... It's been tough."

Life without Lexi is tough.

"Yeah I can understand. I still imagine pops opening the door to wake me up. And don't get me started on the FBI... bunch of bloodsuckers." He muttered the last part.

I snorted. "I'll drink to that."

"Good thing they are off our backs now." Colt spoke eyeing him from the corner of his eyes.

I scoffed. "Bitch please. They are anything but lazy. They are gonna continue hunting us down till the end of time."

"I meant that we are not the top priorities at the moment. Sure Mona was sent to jail but, a little birdie told me that they are after this 'world class' thief at the moment."

"That's a relief I guess."

"Do you know what this means?" He asked taking another sip of beer.

"It's too early for my brain to function. Come to the point, asshole."

"We are rebuilding the crew, dickhead."

My eyes widened. "No way."

"Yup." He said popping the 'p'. He downed the remainder of his beer before standing up. "I'm done repairing the garage. We have a job in two months and I need a crew for that. I already have Ximena on board and now I'm gonna go over to Toby's."

My mind was swimming. Mercy Park Crew was coming back for good.

I looked up at him, suddenly nervous. "What about Lexi?"

He rolled his eyes. "When I said I'm rebuilding the crew, I also meant recruiting Lexi, dumbass."

Oh god.

She is going to come back.

I was frozen in my place once again. I had often asked myself how I would react if I got the chance to meet her again. I always imagined that I would let out the loudest cheer and dance like a mad man.

But this is reality and my thundering heart was a reminder of that.

"Why are you sitting there with your mouth open like a fish? Go! Get your girl."

And that was it. I rushed to my room, put on some decent clothes and haphazardly stuffed my things into my satchel. Grabbing my keys and yelling a quick good bye to Raven and Carl, I was out and in my 2005 Devore GT.

Reving the engine I took off on the roads of Detroit, heading for the highway.

The window was open and the breeze threaded through my unruly hair, making me feel alive. My hands clutched the wheel and my foot pressed down on the accelerator, speeding through the empty streets.

For the first time, in a very long, the roads which felt like a never ending maze for me, were the very ones which were the path to my freedom.

The path to my happiness.

The path to my Lexi.

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comrade-meow · 3 years ago

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“If men could get pregnant,” Gloria Steinem famously said, “abortion would be a sacrament.” But we live in a new world — one wherein men can get pregnant, which has made things a little bit awkward for those fighting for abortion rights (though they refuse to acknowledge it). Today, it’s important not to exclude “men” from the abortion debate, as “men” can get pregnant too.

“Gentle reminder,” Imani Gandy tweeted last month, “it’s not only women who need abortions.” Gandy is Senior Editor of Law and Policy for Rewire News Group, once called RH Reality Check, Rewire has been focused on the abortion fight and reproductive rights since 2009. Today, they publish articles like, “Medical Students Are ‘Driving’ for Change Over Gender-Inclusive Language,” which tells the story of “Sam,” a trans-identified female whose pregnancy symptoms were, we are told, not taken seriously because she was not a “cis woman.” Rewire writer Alys Brooks concludes that “Sam’s story illustrates not only the high stakes of accurately communicating a patient’s gender and their sex assigned at birth, but also the need for health-care providers to factor those details into clinical decision-making.”

Medical students are “driving and demanding” changes to the med school curriculum that “better accounts for transgender patients,” Brooks reports. Which includes “degendering”: replacing terms like “pregnant women” with “pregnant people.”

Biology professor’s like Karen Hales, who is employed at Davidson College in North Carolina, have moved towards replacing “mother” and “father” with “egg parent” and “sperm parent.”

In truth, “Sam” had failed to inform the nurse that she was female, identifying herself as “transgender” and, even worse, her medical records showed she was a “man.”

To me, this exemplifies the false propanganda pushed by trans activists and the complicit media, constantly claiming incidents of “transphobia,” which are, in fact, simply about either people who identify as transgender being correctly sexed, or about people lying about their sex, thereby confusing the sane.

“Sam” was not treated ineffectively at the hospital because she claims to be “transgender,” but because it is imperative that medical professionals know the sex of their patients, and “Sam” had been informed by the government and trans activists that it was not only acceptable but necessary to her survival and happiness that she lie about her sex.

The notion that what is needed is to “degender” (which actually means “desex”) patients is ludicrous. Health care professionals need basic information about a patient’s biology/sex, easily communicated by using the (correct) language that already exists: female/male, woman/man, he/she. Imposing gender identity ideology on medicine and biology is clearly confusing, not clarifying, matters.

~~~

On Saturday, thousands gathered across America to protest Senate Bill 8, which was passed in Texas last month and allows people to sue anyone who helps a woman get an abortion after six weeks. While the conversation about abortion should be extended beyond the “legal” vs “illegal” one — a conversation too complex for this particular piece, but that I will say is oversimplified and limited by the notion that women should be reliant on the medical establishment in order to have autonomy over their bodies and reproductive choices — I of course disagree with a law allowing those who “help” women get abortions to be sued. But what is worse is the fact that so many of those fighting this legislation refuse to say that this is an issue affecting only women.

If you can’t understand or say that abortion only impacts women, you cannot fight effectively for abortion rights.

There is a reason men have attempted to control women’s bodies, autonomy, and reproduction all these years, and that is because of biology. ***In an evolutionary sense, men need to know if their offspring is indeed their offspring, in order to stick around. They have an evolutionary drive to spread their seed, as it were, and they don’t (again, in an evolutionary sense, perhaps not an ideal/moral one) wish to invest their time in a family that isn’t “theirs.”*** This is why men decided to keep women in the home and out of public life, gallivanting with other men who might impregnate them. If women have control over their reproductive choices, it limits men’s ability to control women and keep them dependent/in the home, tied up with baby-making/raising.

I am oversimplifying, but the point I am trying to make is that only females can get pregnant, which is why men have tried to control their bodies and lives, historically, and is the basis for women’s historic oppression.

Women were never kept in the home, their autonomy limited, because they grew their hair long, wore skirts, put lipstick on, or named themselves “Caitlin” or “Alana.” Nor have women ever been able to opt out of historical oppression by wearing pants or cutting their hair short. Their status remains vulnerable because they are biologically female. Modern, Western civilization and legislation has protected women from institutional oppression, but the fact of pregnancy still means we may be vulnerable to, well, having little control over our lives. Abortion and our ability to control if and when we get pregnant offers us some control over our life circumstances and freedom.

This all seems like basic feminist information, but has become invisibilized by trans activism and its woke disciples. At abortion rallies across the nation, trans activists insisted on disrupting what should be unequivocally woman-centered activism to remind participants that this was not just a women’s issue as “men need abortions too.” In Washington, trans-identified athlete and activist, Schuyler Bailar, said:

“This is a women’s issue, and it is also a transgender man’s issue. It is also a nonbinary person’s issue. It is also a gender queer, gender fluid, transmasculine person’s issue. This is about all of us.”

And, yes, pregnancy and therefore abortion could well affect anyone who identifies as any of these things, but that still doesn’t mean men need abortions. It just means only females will ever want to access an abortion, making Bailar’s entire statement unnecessary. Pregnancy doesn’t care how you feel about gender roles or about how you identify. The only thing that matters is your biology.

You might think it is merely “polite” or “inclusive” to discuss pregnancy and abortion in gender neutral terms, or to remind people that “men can get pregnant too,” but what you lose in doing so is massive: why this matters and is a fight in the first place. It is also, of course, embarrassing and farcical, and makes a mockery of women’s rights advocates. Who could possibly take seriously an activist (or reporter, or politician, or academic, or health authority) who demands female autonomy while also insisting that “men can become pregnant”?

Young women in particular have completely lost the history of and context for the women’s movement, and, as a result, are losing hard fought for rights. That they’ve allowed themselves to be bamboozled by a group of narcissists who have zero interest in women’s rights and are so privileged they can manage to occupy their time with academic notions of “gender,” rather than the material circumstances of their lives, is shameful, and demonstrates how thoroughly out of touch they are with the current and past real life struggles of women across the globe.

Erasing women from the fight for reproductive rights should be sacrilege, but instead it has become doctrine. Women’s rights will continue to disappear in front of our eyes so long as women continue to go along with this nonsense ideology. If you can’t even acknowledge what a woman is and what rights are particular to females, your role in this fight is a joke.

***replace evolution with class society imo***

#Anglo.txt

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tcoyd · 4 years ago

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I want to tell you a little about the undertale project. The game is already dying out, but somehow I should make my own contribution, for the first time in my 4 years in this game.

And its name: Rock and Roll Sympfony. (there may be mistakes, my English is still bad)

Description of AU

Rock and Roll Symphony is an alternative world of undertale, in which time is ahead of ours, but people's mores are sliding into an even greater abyss. People have found a way to enslave their own people through what everyone likes and listens to at the time of the events of the world. Music became a way of enslavement. The only music allowed to be listened to was the classic, in which low-frequency soundtracks are inserted that change the perception of people. Subsequently, people decide to get rid of the monsters that vehemently "propagated" everything that was not pleasing to people. War is unfolding and monsters are imprisoned in dungeons.

Frisk escapes from the horror of the human world by complete accident and his own inattention, but the world under the ground intrigues and pleases her much more than the world of people: harmony and freedom reign here, from which Frisk first demolishes the "tower". Frisk, after recovering from injuries sustained during the fall, begins to explore the dungeon, telling the monster the unpleasant truth about people and about the genres of music that she owns. The monsters tell her about what she did not know. I don't want to go back, I want to stay in the dungeons.

But one turning point makes Frisk think about going back. It comes when the Boatman is taking Frisk to Snowland ...

"Half of the way the boatman was silent, the road was long, slow and boring. There was almost no current. Frisk thought about what was happening on the surface, the thoughts of her mother and her friends left to their own devices did not give her rest until now Jos-Lowe takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

—Want to come back? - the Boatman begins the dialogue, as if reading the thoughts of young Frisk.

- Huh? Oh ... I don't know ... I miss my family, friends ... They were left alone.

- And ... What prevents you from returning? When you reach the New House, the King will find a guide on how to open the barrier. And business, nothing at all.

- Yes, just a little ... - Frisk laughs, having already forgotten what a smile is for 18 years in hell. But the smile immediately disappears, she remembers what she had to go through. - It's not even that. I don't want to go back to hell. My society ... Far from being an example of beauty.

- You know, when we were still on the surface, I heard the following phrase from you: “We create our own destiny”. So why don't you follow it? I do not know what exactly is going on there, but I can say for sure - you are not alone in your ideas. And if you start, others will be drawn to you. There may not be many of you, but if you do not back down, if you are full of determination in your hearts, you will definitely manage. And if there are many of you, even more so. You yourself can change your fate, and maybe even the fate of the world and the country .... The main thing is to start.

Frisk doesn't answer, thinking. The boatman stops at the shore. The girl comes out and, having paid, drags into the Ruins. She really wondered what she could do in order to change her own fate and the fate of other people, the fate of her family. "

This seemingly strange and short conversation fills her heart with hope and her soul with determination. She finally decides to act in full force.

Detailed plot and scenario of the world in development

Characters

Protaganist Name: Frisk Jos-Lowe

Race: Human

Location after the fall: Ruins

Soul: Weak Determination *

the soul of weakened determination tends to both fade and flare up. If the owner of the soul loses hope and faith, the soul goes out, acquiring a dirty reddish color, almost not shining. If the owner of the soul, on the contrary, is full of hope, faith, spiritual strength, the soul flares up with blood-wine, pulsating and shining brightly. The soul is not resistant to fusion, the fusion of the souls themselves are fragile, perish and fall apart quickly enough.

Appearance:

(detailed reference in development)

Other main characters

! not all characters have received their appearance yet, some are at the stage of early concepts and are superficial, some do not have an appearance at the moment, the article will be supplemented and updated!

Name: Asriel Dreammoor

Race: monster

Place of residence: Ruins

Soul: white, with a red light inside, inverted. *

* Each monster has a light inside, referring it to a certain type of human soul. Inside Asriel's soul is a red light, determination.

The soul of a monster cannot be completely filled with the power of a human soul, the soul melts under the influence of force, after which it dies

Appearance:

Name: Toriel Dreammoor

Race: monster

Place of residence: Ruins, New House

Soul: white, with a blue light inside (soul of decency / honesty), inverted

Appearance:

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Asgore Dreammoor

Race: monster

Place of residence: Ruins, New House

Soul: white, with an orange light inside (courage), inverted

Appearance: A goat-like monster, 215 centimeters tall, an average physique man without prominent features of the figure. The coat is white, interspersed with orange on the face, near the eyes, cheeks and horns, on the body there are spots on the forearm, shoulder, torso, under the ribs. Fiery red hair, short haircut, small beard. Long, curled back horns. Emerald eyes. The king most often wears two types of clothing: an official classic black suit with black shoes and an orange shirt, a tie with a magnolia image. A raincoat of neutral gray with a bright scarlet image of a magnolia on it.

His second suit looks like soft brown pants and a soft lilac sweatshirt.

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Flowey / Bath

Race:??? (presumably a monster, refers to the type of plant Ipomoea Batat, it is not possible to say for sure if Flowey refers to a monster)

Residence: The root of the flower garden is in the Ruins. It can move around the entire dungeon except for Snowfall, does not withstand low temperatures. "Eyes and ears" in all areas available to him

Soul- -

Appearance:

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Chara Dreammoor (before the fall of Hirsch)

Race: Human

Location after the fall: Ruins

Burial site: Ruins

Soul: Rotten Determination *

* the soul, at first glance, is no different from the usual, canonical determination, except for the huge black spot of obsession, shining from within. Any soul, both human and monster, can rot.

Appearance: not designed, only mentioned in photographs in the Drimmoor family album

Name: Sans (Jonathan)

Race: monster

Place of residence: Snezhnegrad

Soul: white, with a blue light inside (decency / honesty) and small inclusions of rot. Jonathan's rot is laziness and frivolity.

Appearance: A low, skeletal monster, about 160 centimeters tall, in a formal black suit with vertical white stripes, a white shirt with a raised blue collar and a relaxed black tie. A black trilby hat appears on his head in time. The inside of the eye sockets is painted in blue magic. It seems to many that he "tints the lower" eyelid "" because of the appearance of the eye sockets. No pupil

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Papyrus (Ryan)

Race: monster

Place of residence: Snezhnegrad

Soul: white, with a blue glow inside and small blotches of rot. Ryan Rot - Vanity

Appearance: a tall skeletal monster, about 190 centimeters in height, in silver armor, dirty and worn in some places. The skeleton does not deny itself and still wears a red long scarf, frayed at the ends. On the "face" of the skeleton, a "smile" is frozen, which makes his skull seem extremely welcoming. There is a crack on the back of the skull from a blow to the head. White pupils shine in the eye sockets.

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Undyne

Race: monster

Place of residence: Waterfalls

Soul: white, with an orange light inside (courage)

Appearance: (detailed appearance in development) amphibious monster about 175 centimeters tall, athletic build. Both eyes see. There are scars on his face, and Undyne can open his mouth much more than meets the eye. Nice girl face. The nose is present, as are the gills. Hair is collected in a cockle. On the hands, from the hand to the elbow, there are fins, on the fingers there are membranes and rather long claws. Scars and pieces of small scales have been torn off along the body in many areas. She is dressed in a loose hoodie and jeans, buttresses on her legs.

Belongs to the class of the ancients, has quite a lot of power

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Muffet (Rosie)

Race: monster

Place of residence: Hotland

Soul: white, with a yellow light inside (courage). There is rottenness

Appearance: monster spider, about 155 centimeters tall, three arms, one pair of legs

Long, waist-length, soft pink hair, two pairs of sky-blue eyes. A predatory smile with large fangs, the "skin" is pale pink, a pair of sharp horns protrude from the head. She is wearing a long scarlet haori, underneath a T-shirt and white shorts. The fingers on the hands are abnormally long, with a large number of rings. On the back there is a birthmark in the form of a cross. Wears nothing on his feet

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Mettaton

Race: monster

Place of residence: Hotland, Labaratoria

Soul: white, with a faint blue light (patience)

Appearance: not designed

Name: Alphys

Race: monster

Place of residence: Loboratorium, Waterfalls

Soul: white, with a green light inside (kindness)

Appearance: a small lizard-like monster with a height of 163 centimeters. It is a white-colored leopard of Diablo Blanco with red eyes. Alphys has a mutation, due to which soft needle-like outgrowths go from her head to the coccyx, along the spine, from large to small. She has a rather neat and "juicy" figure, hidden under a voluminous black dress and lab coat.

(detailed reference in development)

World locations

Locations are still divided into:

Ruin

Snowland

Waterfall (Waterfalls)

Hotland

Laboratory

New house

Added to them:

New Los Angeles (part of the human world)

Summit Abbott

Lost city (part of the dungeon)

Ruin

The structure of the corridors is almost the same, the traps are removed as unnecessary, one room has been added. The walls resemble brick in color. The room where you can buy Muffet donuts in the game canon now houses a small Muffet art gallery, there is also a table with muffins and tea.

(The spiders offer to buy paintings for a fairly large sum, but when you buy you will be offered muffins and given the painting. When she meets Muffet, she will thank you for your purchase and invite you for tea.) The walls are in ruins in cracks, through which Flowey vines sprout. The ceiling is covered with vines, and there are many fallen leaves on the ground. The paths are paved with stone that has aged over time. The conservation room is in a much better condition, instead of signs with inscriptions, stained glass windows with the symbol of the royal family (Magnolia). In the middle of the hall there is a huge tree up to the ceiling, large branches of which have grown all over the ceiling, and thin branches, like those of a birch, hang down. The leaves are scarlet. At the edges of the room there are bunches of Flowey vines that bloom profusely. There is still a save star between the steps to the exit. Instead of a pile of leaves, there is a small music bench. On the two side walls there are three columns, on which notes are written in a spiral. There is a small vine wall next to Toriel's house. If you move the vine aside, you can see a secret room, dotted with a field of bright blue flowers. There is a tombstone at the wall opposite the entrance. It reads "Chara Dreammoor. Beautiful daughter and best sister. 2040-2067"

The Ruins is home to many small monsters. Froggits and many others, they do not change their appearance. In the Ruins, Frisk still meets with Nabstablook. This is a small ghost of a slightly blue hue, with pink eyes. He reacts to Frisk in a very frightened way. After a little dialogue about who he is, the ghost dissolves with a bell ringing.

Snowland

The difference in appearance is created only by the large number of frozen trees and large flowers, sometimes even higher than the houses. The main square is hung with Chinese lanterns attached to houses and fir trees in the main square. The square is the brightest street in Snowland . On the outskirts of the city there is a bright casino "Golden lake", next to it is a hotel with the same name. Grilby owns both his Grilby Bar and the Golden Lake Hotel and Casino.

Minor Characters:

Grilby's appearance:

The appearance of his daughter, Fuku Fire:

Fuku and Grilby are ancient monsters and are quite powerful. Fuku helps his father at the casino.

Waterfall

There are many tall shrubs and Echo Flowers in the Falls. The corridors are not very different. There are many crystals on the "ceiling", creating the appearance of the stars. There are many reservoirs with water lilies and waterfalls. There is a pier near the mill where you can meet the Boatman or the Monster. Undyne's house is two-story, with a circular roof. There is a small field of echo colors next to it.

Minor characters:

Boatman:

a tall monster in a long black robe with a hood. He has abnormally long arms and a stooped back. His face has never been seen, it is hidden behind a mask of an animal's skull. Branched horns stick out from the head, and the pupils, glowing white from under the eye sockets, always look inquisitively. Many monsters call him the Wendigo, a man-eater who hunts for human sins. Who knows, maybe he is ...

Monster Kid:

a small lizard-like monster with yellow-red scales, wearing a large brown sweater.

Hotland

Not fundamentally altered. There are a lot of Flowey vines on the platforms, in some places, the most dangerous, she created dense railings and handrails. Hotland is almost empty. High temperatures do their trick and it is very difficult to be there.

Laboratory

The laboratory is in much better condition. The laboratory is bright, clean, fully equipped with everything Alphys needs for experiments. Amalgamates look like Siamese monsters. Bodies have a denser structure, when asked about their state of mergers, they vaguely answer about good health and they have all the conditions for a comfortable existence.

New House

The corridors have not been modified. The windows of the houses glow, the panoramic view of the castle seems to be brighter.

Many small monsters live in the New House.

Summit Abbot

Overgrown with plants and grass, rather dark, filled with a large number of stones, it offers a view of the now far from sunny Los Angeles, in which it rains almost all the time.

New Los-Angeles

Frisk's house and the location that the monsters will enter after liberation. Los Angeles is divided into two parts: New and Old. Old Los Angeles resembles the architecture of the 20th of the 21st century, it is considered a poor area. New Los Angeles is a high-tech neighborhood with skyscrapers and flying cars. A huge number of people live in it, who are far from all happy with the release of monsters.

Lost city

The story is told on behalf of the shocked Frisk, who accidentally found this place.

"When Asriel and I got there, the first thing we saw was a large number of cages. It seemed to me cages at first glance, only several hundred times larger than a normal bird cage and made of stone. Some were suspended from above, others from below ... Many more stairs! They connected almost every building!

There is almost no land, all these cells. And, if there is land somewhere, it seems to be suspended on huge chains from the nearest walls. And, which seemed strange to me, it was light there, although I did not see a single source of illumination, it was very windy there ... But, perhaps, we made this wind by opening the passage. Oh, there were still ribbons! Or not ribbons ... As if scraps of something, there were a lot of them ... There ... There was also something like a mosaic with a legend signed under it ... I didn't make out much ... It was looks like Latin ... But ... With some other dialect ... If not for my panic that neither I nor Asriel know this place, I would have been able to try to make out and translate at least something through associations ... "

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