#and for the love of god don’t come at me with the ‘that doesnt excuse her behavior to historia!!!!!’ i’m not stupid telling a ten year old

[joogios]

Wiki’s being vauge but this always read like sa to me

[monards]

i fear that i don’t acknowledge enough the fact that i KNOW rhinedottir's evil !!! and she's horrible !!! and that she's wholly ireedamable !!! i know and love and respect that fact !!! i'd shoot myself in the frontal lobe if hoyo made her out to NOT be wholly evil !!!! but the reason i always go on and on and on about her humanity and complexity is because. SHE IS ALWAYS DUMBED DOWN !!!! TO JUST THAT !!!! it's literally the greatest and most moving theme (IN MY OPINION!!!) in genshin, that human beings are COMPLEX !!!! and they're MORE than just evil or bad or wtv. we see this through every character to almost ever be introduced to us -> literally just take arlecchino as an example. if anyone was at all paying attention to the discourse around her when the fontaine teaser dropped (and. 4.0 in general) it was the BIGGEST thing to watch people argue between "she's a harbinger, so she's clearly the most evil and the big antagonist of fontaine because of these accounts we have right now !!" versus the argument of "we've only seen ONE perspective of her so far, and it's no duh that all this stuff sucks -- but there's no way she's JUST gonna be all these horrible things,, because literally nobody to exist is just horrible and cruel with zero to no good in them. and also that'd make a shit narrative by hoyo in a story driven game" AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED !!!! we saw !!! in REAL time !!! that while arlecchino was rightfully cruel and horrible and, yes the things she did were fucked up beyond belief and she should absolutely not be excused for any of it - she is NOT just evil ! she's shown to care, albeit in a fucked up way that only shows she's even more deranged ; but what's so incredibly important about her is the way that her being "evil" doesn't mean she's incapable of anything else. She is evil, yes— but so many of those evil actions have *motives* and *reasons* that explain them (but not excuse or condone!) and, although they don’t save her grace or anything of the sort, they DO show her true character. AND YHATS SO IMPORTANT!!!! She’s capable of being an antagonist while still being justified in some form, and given nuance and backstory and redeemable traits

I am !!! NEVER !!! going to say rhinedottir is a good person. she isn't! no shit sherlock ! how the fuck do you think im gonna go on and ignore the fact she sent both her kids to their deaths, and also fed one to another. dare i say, that is NOT anything good !!! suprise of the century !! woah !!! -- but what i AM gonna say is that she's much beyond that? hello !! not only has the point of her having not a zero good trait or will in her body been. proven false over and over and over again. but it's such ! Sad and not compelling is character choice for her *not* to be nuanced and complex and justified in a fucked up !! — like do you REALLY think hoyoverse (who is clearly capable of, and likes to make) complex characters, who are horrible, while not being *only* those horrible things, would pass up a golden (haha) opportunity to make a characters whose entire existence is JUST that??!,!2????

believe what you want! Do what you want! This is a silly video game that will be eroded along with time in a hundred in so years ! But god so help me, please don’t be willfully ignorant to the complexity and nuance of characters, just because you want a villain. No villain , real or not, is entirely evil. People are complex and multi faceted and people really, really need to hop off this cart of going “okay but stop saying she’s multifaceted because it takes away from her being evil” because it DOESNT! If anything, it makes her so much more compelling . Which is something some people can apparently. Not handle.

[cindyss]

my shorts don't have laces

theodore nott x female reader

Hermoine is aware of y/n’s feelings toward theo, therefore when she gets the chance, hermoine makes it her job to get them close to eachother

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You and Hermione were in your shared dorm, getting ready together for the pool party thrown.

You put your matching black swimsuits on and put your hair up so that it doesnt get wet from the water.

“Hermoineeeee” you sigh. “Is- is uhh is, is theo gonna be there?” You ask hesitantly.

Hermoine had always been aware of your feelings toward theo and she made no effort to stop teasing you about it.

“Ugh, y/n, yes he is” she spoke as she rolled her eyes.

“Do i look good, should i tie my hair or keep it in a claw-clip like this? Omg idk what to do i feel so ugly. Should i change this swimsuit?” you complain

“Y/l/n, one more word i swear. You look gorgeous, ur perfect. How many times do i need to tell you that?” She said.

You jump into her arms before she could finish, “god hermoine i love you” you say.

“Yeah i know bla bla bla bla, now we have a party to get to and boys to impress” she winked before dragging you out of the room.

You get to the party and ur eyes immediately begin scanning the room, in search of theo. In no time you spot him, sat in the hot tub with cormac, harry, ron, ginny, and luna.

Hermoine notices your intentions and grabs your hand leading you to the hot tub, “hermoine, no, im not ready yet!!” you sigh.

“too bad” she says before jumping in the hot tub. “shoot, y/n, there’s no more place for you, but im sure theo would be more than pleasured to keep you on his lap” she giggled.

You and theo didn’t hate eachother, you weren’t friends either. However, there was always tension between the two of you, even Neville could catch it.

He patted on his lap, gesturing for you to come over “c’mere” he said. You drag ur feet in the water and adjust ur sitting on his lap.

Looks and smiles exchange between everyone in the tub and you begin to feel the tension form. Cormac, next to you, starts talking about his previous experience with the ladies and other stuff.

And while ur listening, trying to act interested in whatever he’s talking about, you feel something poke from under you.

You also feel theo’s hands wrap around ur waist from under water which makes you let out a loud gasp, loud enough for the people in the hot tub to hear at least.

Everyones heads turn around to you, “sorry guys, thought i saw a bug” you laugh it off and all ur friends go back to their conversations.

The poking from under you only got more annoying, so you turn ur head, “theo, the laces of ur swimsuit are poking me, can u do something about it?” You speak.

“Cara mia, my shorts don’t have laces” he whispers to you, you could feel his breath on ur ear. “Fuck theo” you say.

He looks at you and then says something again “i say we get out of here darling before i can’t control myself anymore”.

You immediately jump up, and theo follows you. “If you’ll excuse us, we have some business to manage” he jokes pointing at the both of you.

“Get out of here man” Ron laughs.

“God please no” this, from Luna.

“Off you go” hermoine says smiling.

Theo then grabs your hand, two towels, and starts leading you back to his dorm. On ur way there, he wraps one of the towels around you, making sure you’re not cold.

When you get there, the Slytherin boy wastes no time locking the door and smashing his lips onto yours, immediately also allowing his tongue to slip in.

The kiss was not sweet, it was slow yet passionate and hungry. The boy was practically eating your face off while he has you pinned on the wall.

In a sudden movement, theo slips his hands under your thighs and carries you up into his arms. He carries you to his bed, the kiss ongoing, and makes you lay there.

He wastes no time unclasping your bikini and sucking on your tits. Your fingers meet his hair and you start tugging at it as he sucks on your nipples.

He leaves kisses on your boobs and cups them while he moves back up to your lips, also removing your underwear. They meet again and this time the kiss is faster, deeper, and hungrier.

“I- i.. fuck” he says in between kisses.

“Mhm?” you wonder.

“My friend down there, fucking hell, he needs attention.” the boy explains.

You laugh and start working your way, trying to remove his shorts. He turns over making sure to provide you with enough space to take control.

You make your way down, leaving kisses down his ab lines. You slowly lower his shorts and begin trailing his v line with your fingers.

You then remove his shorts completely and for a second, you are taken back by his large size.

His wet, throbbing cock was now inches away from your face. You begin by licking his tip, slowly and carefully before taking him in all in one go.

To that, he gasps, his hands then move to your head guiding you, he grabs onto your hair and leads you.

He even makes you gag a few times when he hits your throat, which you pinch his thigh for that.

You speed up your movements as you wanted to be the one to make him cum first, and you wanted to be the one that makes it happen faster.

“Cara mia” he spoke. “Im gonna.. soon. Im gonna.. fuck”.

You mumble a quick mhm as you speed your movements.

“Fuck you’re so good at this”. he praised

You smiled to yourself before he finally came on your mouth, he squeezed your hair as he released.

You move back up to him and stick your tongue out to show him you swallowed it. You then start kissing him again, slipping your tongue inside, his hands wrapping around your waist.

“You know ur actually gorgeous, youre so perfect. A goddess i swear” he said as you were sat on his lap, staring deep into his eyes.

“Tell me something in italian” you ask.

“Hmm? Something like what ehh?” he smirks.

“Anything” you smile.

“Well.. ti scoperò finché non potrai più camminare.” he said in a whisper.

“And that means?” you wonder.

“I’ll fuck you till you cant walk” he spills.

“Oh is that so?” you giggle.

he nods and then you give him the look of affirmation before he slams into you, which makes you let out a gasp before adjusting yourself to his size.

You then start working ur hips in sync with his, riding him while his hands roam ur body, touching every bit of skin he could get his hands on.

“Fff.. fuckkk, you look too good like this” he praised. “dannatamente perfetto”. (fucking perfect)

you smile and in a sudden movement, he flips you over so hes in control, he starts speeding and you grab onto the sheets for dear life.

He leans in and kisses you, you moan into his mouth and his swollen tip hits your spot, the one that sends you to the moon and back.

“FUCKING HELL!!” you scream, “THEODORE IM GONNA CUM”. He speeds up his movements and guides you as you release.

“è stato fantastico, bellissimo” (that felt amazing, beautiful) he spoke slumping on the bed next to you.

“You really gotta start teaching me italian so i can understand what ur saying” you chuckle.

“Oh yeah? What if i dont want you to understand what im saying” he teased.

“Uhh oh, we might have a problem then” you both laugh as he hugs u tightly, kissing ur temple.

[rubywithecat]

Tokyo revengers boys when you ignore them after one night stand (pt.1)

Mikey

-he almost doesnt recognize you

-when he senses the familiar scent when you passed through him, he couldnt help but turned his head

-"Hey wait" he called out. "do i know you?"

-U frozed. "I dont know you..." u lied. He walked to face you and looked you carefully. U broke the eye contact and excused yourself.

-he grabbed your hand which made your body gravitated toward his chest

-"your a bad liar" his lips nearly toucing yours. "plz dont ignore me. ive been searching u everywhere"

Ran Haitani

-He thought he would just forget you as like he does for many women who he had slept with

-But something about u made him craving u more, maybe cuz of ur innocence (u were a virgin)

- U were going to ur class when u heard a smiliar voice, u quickly hide when u caught a glimpse of him

-he was on his phone and he seemed to like noticed that u hide, he smirked

-"Rindou, I will call u back" he closed his phone and walked toward where u were

-ur heart was beating so fast and u just prayed he would passed through and closed ur eyes

-"Found ya" he whispered, loud enough for u to hear. "U who snaked away from me after i gave u ur first best night ever. Don’t u think it’s a lil bit unfair to me?” he grabbed ur waist as if he could read ur mind about escaping

-"u cant run away from me second time, Miss"

Chifuyu Matsuno

-He tried to forget about what happened that night and didnt even think he could meet u again

-when he saw u at the mall, he was about to call u out but he saw u with a kid, he thought its ur kid

-he didnt try to talk with u anymore cuz he doesnt wanna be a threat to ur marriage or smth

-u also saw him but u were too nervous to go and talk cuz u liked that guy so much “what if he doesn’t remember me? I would just embarrass myself” u whispered to urself

-as u guys parted, u were sad and hopeless

-"hey (kid name), i need to use toilet. dont go anywhere before i come back,okay?' u bent down to the kids height and smiled.

-"Yes” he replied cutely. "Good boy." u told him and go to toilet quickly.

-just a hen u come back, u saw him talking to a guy so u rushed quickly.

-"how old r u?" u could hear slightly. "i am 8" ur nephew answered.

-"what did i tell u (kid name)?Dont talk to random--' u scolded him before realizing that guy

-"he just saved me from some bad guys who tried to steal our shopping bags" ur nephew answered.

"Oh god" u sighed and turned back to him, but dont dare to look at him. "Umm... thank u for saving my nephew..." u said awkwardly.

-He was stunned but he felt relieved and glad that he wasn’t ur son

-U were about to walk away when he started to talk, "Im sure we met before, right?"

-U looked back at him and he was smiling at u and it was not a question. He remembered u and will not let u go anymore

Hanma Shuji

-From the moment he saw u, he couldn’t lie to himself that he fell in love with u

-Whenever he fcks someone he always think about u

-He was pissed that u left him after s*x without even leaving ur number

-He tried his best to forget u

-u didnt expect to meet a one night stand u met last year at the club u work

-Ur not like a stripper or anything like that. U work as a waitress there as u have no choice to pay for ur collage

-U quickly covered ur face as he walked passed through

-"maybe he wont even remember me at all. It was long time ago" u relieved. But then he stopped.

-"Hey" he called u. "Wtf- plz don’t remember me" u mumbled. U dont wanna invlove in gang things so its best to stay away

-"Do u know where are vip rooms?" he asked u

-"Uh— it’s at ur left, sir" U didnt dare to look back and just answered nervously, hoping he doesn’t see ur face

-U stared at u from behind for a sec and then walked away, smoking.

-“U see that girl over there? Bring her to my room” he ordered the waiter

-“Sir, I’m afraid she’s just a waitress and doesn’t do that kind of thing ya know…” the waiter answered, afraid “I- could suggest u the best beautiful stripper in our club. I’m sure u will be satis—“ before he could finish his word, he was punched to the ground.

-“Useless shits” he mumbled as he looked down and wiped the blood strain on his ring “Bring her to me” he said and left as he threw sone cash to the waiter face.

-U entered the dim light room, written “VIP” cuz ur coworker begged u so u empathized him

-“Were u searching for me?” U said impatiently and faked to be confident when u were trembling inside. “Look, just to be clear, im not interested in sleeping with u. I just come to tell u that so plz leave me alone and my coworkers, sir”

-Hanma just laughed helplessly as he finds that cute and as u were about to leave, he tightly hugged u from behind and kissed ur neck, leaving a mark

-“Who said I care whether ur intreated or not?” he smirked. “U were already mine. Don’t u dare run away from me… please?” His voice changed. It was the first time he begged for someone and u also feel that part of u just can’t resist him

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A/N: Hi! Welcome back y’all! <3 So, I have been disappearing for a long time cuz of final exam and now it’s over so I can finally write back and have a lot of ideas that I wanna share with u guys. <3

Sorry for not being able to respond the requests but now that I’m free, I will be open to ur requests again! :*

And I hope u guys like this one and any supports are very much appreciated, loves <33

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[godlyolympostv]

Excuse me if you don't mind me asking you some questions about your epic goau I really like it a lot

1.what app/software you used to make your drawings of Epic and other things?

2.where did you find inspiration and reference for the character?

3.how long it takes to make it?

4.will we gonna see others gods/dessess?

5.which characters do you like to draw the most and didn't like the most

6.are you well,it been a while since your last post

Sorry if this a lot for you to answers but I really curious and love your post it beautiful

1. I use only Krita, Paint for text in the comics and occasionally MS Clipchamp for videos. Earlier I used Krita for animation too, but I only know how to use version 3.3.3 lol.

2. I’ve been meaning to make a few "behind-the-scenes deities" posts for a while (when im brave) @pahatarcarabosse ! I first made them for myself, and it was cool to see how things came together.

But basically TLDR: What comes to mind first + first mental image (this is important - if there’s no root, I can’t cook) → then myth research + old pottery art → stray inspiration, seeing how others have depicted them → working on it until it works (personality etc.)

I don't know how else to explain it.

With nymphs, they share features that can be remixed nicely and there are "rules" in the "limitations breed creativity" way. Like: Nereids don't use gold or silver, but Naiads do. Only Naiads have colored scleras and so on.

3. Honestly, I have no idea. I don’t look at the clock at all. Godly Olympos TV-styled comics don’t take that long to draw as I save time with premade bgs and limited panel sizes. The scripts take more time - flow, grammar, etc. (I’m Finnish, my english doesnt english always)

4. Yes.

5. Obviously, Amfi and Poseidon are my favorites. I don’t like drawing Hermes that much, and I don’t know why.

6. I am well, thank you! I got possessed by Telemachus × Bentheskyme, done few illustrations, daydreamed about Aphrodite Areia and Titanomakia. I have no excuses.

I'm just a scatter brained artist struggling with scripts.

And the recession in my country is not fun at all, especially when I want to work. That has been on my mind some.

[leynaeithnea]

Hey ley how are- GET IN THE WATER

oh wow that's weird I just wanted to- GET IN THE WATER

Okay this is getting ridiculous I'm just trying to- GET IN THE WATER

alright I give up, get in the water analysis? 🥺??

ISEGSIEGJG LOVE YOU, lets get in the water together, im sure some siren can take the suffering from us...ok....Here we go…..LONG awaited song…oh BOY

34. Get in the water

There you are, coward (I listened to this almost every single day since the trailer dropped. I did smth with me, the AUDACITY for Poseidon calling him a coward, BOY, he wasnt hiding BY CHOICE, however THAT LINE? HOT ahem..anyway)

I’ve been waiting for this moment For the perfect time to strike (for 10 years, patient man) When your home’s so close and you’ve reached your coast That’s when our paths collide (Thats just cruel. Bro, you couldve just come get him in Ogygia, he wouldve been GRATEFUL, but NOoooooOoo, now you gotta deal the the consequences of your own actions HAH, UNLESS he actually didnt know where Odysseus has been ofc >:) he just coincidentally comes across him and makes up some bs to keep his reputation, speaking of which) I’ve got a reputation I’ve got a name to uphold (smth smth ruthlessness is mercy, but also??? poseidon, you slaughtered 550 men, noone will think youre weak, get off your ego here) So I can’t go letting you walk Or else the world forgets I’m cold ( the world knows, the ocean is freezing) the instrumental here is so imposing and intimating, scary Now get in the water Get in the water (making…him??? DELIBERATELY GIVE UP? EXCUSE ME????? He’s MAKING HIM CHOOSE AGAIN, choose to give up, after FINIALLY Having found hope again, how has there ever been any other option for Odysseus than to break and give in to the monster? THERE HASNT this was inevitable, you can only push a man so far) Or I’ll raise the tide so high, all of Ithaca will die (HE IS MAKING HIM CHOOSE BETWEEN HIS FAMILY; WHICH HE LOVES; AND HIM COMING HOME; WHICH HAS BEEN HIS ONLY GOAL THIS IS SEOGHSEGUH AH) Get in the water (yes daddy, i mean, what?)

Wait (odysseus is speechless, things are happening too fast, he has no time to come up with a plan, retaliate, hes tired, he was so close to home, he cant just give up like this)

Get in the water (but Poseidon ignores him, and just demands compliance, because he’s a god)

Stop this, Please (Odysseus has no way out, hes begging, he’s TIRED; he just wants to go home)

I’ll make tidal waves so profound Both your wife and your son will drown (BUTTT Poseidon makes his threats even WORSE and points out specificly that either Odysseus lets himself get drowned by Poseidon OR give up his family (and then still die, probably)

No! (oh, this is a man close to breaking, do not threaten his family, if you read the odyssey you know how this ends poseidon, be smarter)

Get in the water Get in the water (and poseidon keeps repeating his threats) Don’t mistake my threats for bluff You have lived more than enough (OUCH, but also hot) I’ll take your son and gouge his eyes (OUCH???? HELLO??? I MEAN?? kinda fair, because that IS what Ody did with Polyphemus BUT ALSO??? NOT MY BOY TELEMACHUS POSEIDON SHUT UP) That is, unless you choose to die (THIS IS MONSTROUS, POSEIDON; BRO) Get in the water (ok yes we get it, at this point you gotta act on your threats poseidon)

Aren’t you tired, Poseidon? (…..OUCH? hello? Odysseus? are you really…MY GOD, okay so after everything, after learning ruthlessness and having that end with loosing it all AGAIN, after 7 YEARS on Calypso’s island, he doesnt want to fight Poseidon, he is just…tired. He’s asking this to Poseidon because HE is tired. He’s the one who is barely holding it together, he tries to give poseidon another chance, also we hear a heartbeat…..my god) It’s been ten years, how long will this go? (gods can hold grudges for eternity, but it gotta end one way or another, doesnt it? Jorges vocals…my guy) We’re both hurting from losses (Ody is just so tired man, someone let this man sleep, and yes poseidon is hurting from Polyphemus maiminig, but LIKE come on…..they both hurt each other, VERY Least in equal measure….) So why not leave this here and just go home? (*and just go home, his voice almost breaks, theres almost a slither of hope…)

I can’t (…he cant? he doesnt want to? why cant he? he almost sounds remorseful)

Maybe you could learn to forgive (ody sees an opening, a chance to negoiate…forgiveness….but)

No (…futile, but also, hot, but POSEIDON WHY)

Ruthlessness is…Mercy upon…Ourselves (here comes the tidal wave, shit)

DIE (what became of “get in the water”? ig poseidon just choose that Ody is taking to long and that he became bored of waiting for him, so now he’ll make sure Ody will get in the water, sooo….Ody is pushed underground….and deeper,..and deeper and….)

The underwater instruments, the piano? underwater?…..man You can relax, my friend (he imagines Polites, telling him to relax, to give in, to just…find rest, here and now) I can tell you’re getting nervous (afraid of dying or afraid of living? yeah ALSO POLITES is in our right ear, and eurylochus in our left, in love in paradise it was the other way around, WHY??? WHATS THE MEANING OF THIS) Look at all we’ve lost and all we’ve learned (he lost so much, what rly has he learned? it was worth nothing in the end because he’s still not home and either he chooses to die, or his family will die, eurylochus pulls him down too, as he sinks deeper) I’ll stay in your heart (his mother wraps his warms around him and pulls him down, she’ll stay in his heart, even when she’s dead, he’ll stay in their hearts, even if he doesnt come back…but…) Oh, woah, Odysseus (beautiful vocals, probably a PAIN to record ngl) Waiting, waiting, waiting, ah (theyre waiting for him in the underworld…he takes his last breath….but…he cant give up his family is waiting, the man who he was before gets buried, he drowns)

[zofi-persson-quotes]

A very, very long one ahead

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): call out post for Dark

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): said he doesnt love me

Animal Whisperer (Red): excuse me

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): damn Dark looks like you're getting kicked

Music Man!! (Green): Dark you better fight me 1v1 I'll be waiting at Purple's

#1SpiderFan (Dark): I DID NOT SAY I DIDN’T LOVE YOU

#1SpiderFan (Dark): however i’m having second thoughts

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): :(

The Avatar (Chosen): Dark no

Music Man!! (Green): DARK I’M WAITING AT PURPLE'S

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): He is, by the way. We were at Purple’s anyway.

#1SpiderFan (Dark): oh don’t worry i’m on my way

Living Gun (Ballista): oh i gotta see this i’m also on my way don’t start w o me

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): U CANT FIGHT OVER ME

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): without me there

Warning Sign (Sign): I have work I can’t come

Animal Whisperer (Red): don’t worry Sign if i remember i’ll keep you updated

Warning Sign (Sign): Thanks I think

Animal Whisperer (Red): Y’ALL I LOOK OUTSIDE AND I JUST SEE SEC RACE PAST THE WINDOW

Music Man!! (Green): HOW DID HE GET HERE SO QUICK

Animal Whisperer (Red): Sec, actually SLAMMING THE DOOR INTO THE WALL: YO IS DARK HERE YET

Animal Whisperer (Red): Vic, a sensible person: NO WHAT

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): HEY I THINK I MIGHTVE BROKE THE DOOR

FlyingAway (Purple): SEC IF YOU BROKE THE DOOR I CAN AND WILL KILL YOU

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#1SpiderFan (Dark): I’M STILL ON MY WAY BUT DID HE ACTUALLY

Animal Whisperer (Red): THEY D I D

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): IM SO SORRY

FlyingAway (Purple): MY DAD IS GONNA KILL M E FORGET ME KILLING SEC

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): I CAN PAY FR IT

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): i can probably fix the door

FlyingAway (Purple): YEL IF YOU CAN FIX THE DOOR I WILL OWE YOU FOREVER

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): what did he do to it

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): I RIP[PED THE FUCKI NFDFJKSDLGSL

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): I SRDAHYKALKHSGJKD

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): ARE YOU GOOD?

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Sec is currently cry-laughing and sobbing that he can’t type.

Music Man!! (Green): HE’S TRYING TO SAY HE R I P P E D T H E H I N G E

Ghost Puppet (Vic) uploaded an image!

[A very blurry photo of Sec lying on the ground, curled up laughing. His phone is lying on the floor next to him.]

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Green is torn between being in fight mode and helping

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): I’M HERE

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): THE DOOR IS ON THE FLOOR Y’ALL

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): I’m literally going to cry

#1SpiderFan (Dark): i can hear Sec shrieking from miles away holy-

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): im hsjkldghjks

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): calmr now

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): barely

#1SpiderFan (Dark): i’m almost there

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): GODS I FORGOT WHY WE WERE HERE

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): HJKhsddkah=hsdkghajkhkajhSHGKSDJHGJKJALHLSADGSADGHKJSDG

#1SpiderFan (Dark): WHAT’S UP FUCKERS

#1SpiderFan (Dark): wow that door really is gone huh

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Dark came in and Green just yelled “FIGHT ME!”, so I think we’re off to a good start.

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): SAASSAHGJKSDGHJKSDGH D ARK

Living Gun (Ballista): HEY SIGN DARK JUS TACKLED GREEN TO THE GR OU ND

Warning Sign (Sign): WHAT

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): WE;RE WITNESSIGN A WRESLTING MATHC

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): I rescued their phones.

Warning Sign (Sign): how are you so calm??

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): This is a normal activity for us at this point.

Warning Sign (Sign): I’m losing my MIND and I’m not even THERE

Living Gun (Ballista): I DON’T KNOW WHERE CHOSEN GOT POPCORN?? BUT I WANT SOME

The Avatar (Chosen): it’s sweet

Living Gun (Ballista): ew nevermind

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): Ballista I'M abt to fight U

Living Gun (Ballista): try me

Living Gun (Ballista): SAGH NTO LIKSE THAT

Warning Sign (Sign): What happened

Living Gun (Ballista): HHE TAKLRD ME

Warning Sign (Sign): THEY TACKLED YOU?

Living Gun (Ballista): YEAJK

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): HE JUST SAID “OK” AND HE IMMEDIATELY TACKLED BALLISTA?

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Chosen gave me some of his popcorn. We are having an amazing time.

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): i got Sec and Ballista’s phones. they are also wrestling

Ghost Puppet (Vic): This is better than WWE.

The Avatar (Chosen): Vic do you watch wwe

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Occasionally! I find it entertaining to watch how good at acting the wrestlers are.

The Avatar (Chosen): oh you’re so valid

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Thank you! :)

Warning Sign (Sign): Is everyone else still fighting? Are you guys talking about WWE while two fights go on in front of you

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Yes.

The Avatar (Chosen): yup

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): oh no

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Blue, what was on Sec’s phone?

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Ah. Oh no.

Warning Sign (Sign): What happened???

The Avatar (Chosen): Blue: Sec, you just got a text from Dad.

The Avatar (Chosen): The entire room: Silence.

Warning Sign (Sign): Oh no

[calciumdeficientt]

wait if u do oc x canon can u do my oc with peanut

please

thank you baddie

Yaaas of course i can! I’m gonna do a few hcs and then an eensy weensy little fic-style paragraph. Shameless plug for the ko-fi if you’re wanting a director’s cut btw ;)

PEANUT ROMANO AND HARIN KIM RELATIONSHIP HCS

Peanut is quickly to love, but slow to actually show it. It definitely took him longer than normal to come to a conclusion on wether or not he was actually in love with Harin or if it was some kind of odd fascination, he doesn’t wanna end up like ricky, or like johnny. As much as he admires the guy, he’s in way over his head with Lola. He had to test the waters, it was very much a game of ‘do you have a crush on me’ chicken. It was only a matter of time before one of them folded and most likely, it was peanut.

He’s got his own way of showing love without saying i love you. Lighting cigarettes, passing tools and playing mommy- making sure Harin isn’t burning herself out trying to wrangle all the other greasers, and making sure she’s not neglecting herself if she is tired. It’s cute, unconventional and a little strange, but cute. He cares so deeply about her that he doesn’t want to weird her out by showing it too openly, which in turn makes it all the more more weird.

Peanut is a little embarrassed that he’s the younger party, it sorta adds to all his usual musings abut his height ans slightly effeminate voice. He always thought that girls go for older guys because they’re more experienced and mature. He just can’t fathom why a girl as beautiful as Harin would even dream of picking lil ‘ol peanut. I mean Ricky is right there, i mean yeah he’s half comatose weeping into a photo album of his ex but my god, he can really woo the ladies. Peanut thinks he’s got a lot to prove to Harin in this relationship, it kinda rests on her to show him, that its okay to ease up.

Once he’s comfortable, he can say i love you more freely. He definitely uses it sparingly but it pays off. It actually means something when peanut says i love you. He doesnt toss it around willy nilly. It holds genuine significance. Along with that, he also invites Harin to meet her mother. He’s fiercely protective of his mother, so getting Harin to meet her is his way of proving he trusts her fully, and definitely thinks that Harin is a good fit for him.

Harin doesn’t look herself today, she looks a little distant. Out of it. Over the blaring radio and the sound of machinery pumping, growling and whirring, he swears he can hear her sighing. It’s cold out, the air is crisp and sharp, and the little draughty pockets of the auto shop feel like death, even despite the heat of sweaty bodies and engines. It’s the kind of weather your mother warned you about before you went out to play in your childhood. The kind of weather that can make you very very sick, according to old wives’ tales anyway. Peanut’s strides are casual, he tries to look disinterested as he strolls over to where Harin is stood, swaying slightly as she stares off into nothing. Peanut clears his throat and retracts his hands from his pockets “you feeling okay?” He asks, the soft lilt of his voice making him sound especially feminine. Damn, not quite what’s he was going for. Harin seems to snap from her trance and turns to Peanut, her expression softens. Close up he can see she’s definitely not well, she can barely smile. “What? Yeah, I’m okay, just off in my own world yknow?” She offers, its a weak excuse accompanied by a weak smile, her eyebrows are knitted together and there’s a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. “You don’t look fine… let me feel” “Larry I’m okay” “let me feel”. She hasn’t got the strength to say no again, so she relents and lets Peanut press the back of his hand, surprisingly soft and even more surprisingly oil free to her very sweaty forehead, she’s definitely feverish. “You should go to the nurse.. take the day off. You dont look so good Har” Harin looks down at her shoes for a second and back up to Peanut, his face is stern. He means business. “Okay Larry, let me grab my jacket” he smiles and nods slightly, watching her move off to pick up her stuff and make for the exit. “Don’t come back until those roses are back in your cheeks, okay?” “Okay Larry, I’ll see you later” she moves again, her foot is halfway out of the door before Peanut stops her again “Hey Har?” She can’t help but chuckle a little “Yes Larry?” “I love you”

[baileythebean]

I feel like I’m deteriorating.

I know I constantly seem so negative on here, but it’s really the only place I get to be genuine because so many others can connect with me, feel me, and even if they don’t, they don’t have to give me weird looks about it.

I feel like my friends, (obviously not my closest ones) really don’t want to listen to me. They feel like I shouldn’t have problems because I never have before. I get that the topic of death can be heavy to handle, but sometimes I really need a fucking hug, or for everyone to shut up, or for people to not make me feel like it’s the end of the world over a simple mistake. I don’t know when you’re joking or when something was sarcasm. It was not obvious to me. I’m sorry if that makes me seem stupid or ignorant or stuck-up or too serious or overreactive.

I always need to cry with no clear reason why. It makes me feel bed because others have it worse. I’m sorry if other people are better than me. I’m sorry if I’m weird for saying I don’t want to live anymore, but don’t give me that look. I know you think I’m joking or that I won’t do it, but my casualness in bringing it up is a cry for help. And i have it. Plenty. But still. I feel sick and broken and empty all the time. I am dependent on others, especially when I already know I’ll be disappointed. I want to be destructive. But that’s too dangerous. So I sit in paralyzed fear, craving death so badly but never able to get it over with. It’s too scary and too painful, and what if everyone else ends up hurting because of me?

But what if no one cared either? ‘Don’t do it’ is just a bunch of words. It doesnt show anything. They’re tired of trying to make me feel better - an impossible task for them - anyway. Ugh, finally, Bailey’s gone. We don’t have to deal with him being dramatic and ruining our fun and not understanding anything because he’s fucking stupid. Doesn’t remember anything or say the right things, can’t take jokes. God, what a sad fucking excuse for a person. And he’s not even a real guy.

Is everyone tired of telling me not to kill myself? I’m tired of telling me not to kill myself.

Nothing is ever JUST about me, and yet everything is about me. You want to die? Oh me too, everyone is so horrible- I dont care. This was supposed to be about me. We aren’t talking about you. I didnt offer to be your therapist like I’ve already been your whole life. But then I feel horrible. Of course you should get to share your feelings too. What’s wrong with me? I should listen and we should be in this together.

If I look so much like my dad, maybe I should follow in his footsteps and end it just like him. That’s it. I wanna be just like dad. Dead.

I love being sent paragraphs and asks and little handwritten notes on how you love me and how you care and how I shouldn’t end it because I’m wonderful. With detail and examples and sparkles. But it all feels so desperate and last-resort. Like I’m only appreciated when I’m about to cease to exist. Sometimes simple things make me cry. It’s weird.

I want to break things and myself. Somebody come pick me up and hold me and tell me it’ll be okay. I can’t function independently. Please value me and love me. I’m tired of being the only emotionally mature person in every social circle. I’m really tired.

[axolozzy]

vent (tw for extreme ablism transphobia and overall terrible stuff idek if i should even post this im sorry i just really need to vent i will probably delete this later)

y’all i’ve finally gotten comfortable vocal stimming in front of people im comfortable with like my friends and family and now my mom all of a sudden thinks im hearing voices or that i have “multiple personalities”????????* like no i promise nothings “going on” with me and j don’t need to see a mental health professional im just stimming because im happy. what the fuck

*also i’ve literally told her for YEARS that it’s called DID and talking in different voices does not fucking mean someone has “multiple personalities” because this has come up SOO fucking much over the years and i’m getting tired of explaining it. i repeat things in funny voices because it’s fun. i’ve done it my whole fucking life it’s called echolalia it’s called STIMMING and she doesn’t listen to me whenever i explain that

so much for being comfortable being myself around people. “you never used to act like this” BECAUSE I WAS SCARED!!!!! BECAUSE I HAD TERRIBLE ANXIETY AND DIDNT WANT TO BE JUDGED FOR BEING WEIRD!!!!!! my parents genuinely think there’s something severely wrong with me now. they literally told me that. because i meow sometimes as a vocal stim. and so do LITERALLY ALL OF MY FRIENDS AND PEOPLE AT SCHOOL. PEOPLE IN CLASS TALK IN WEIRD VOICES AND MAKE ANIMAL NOISES TOO ALL THE FUCKING TIME!!!!!! ITS NOT FUCKING SERIOUS!!!!!! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

i’m genuinely so fucking tired of this god who fucking gives a shit of im weird. i’ve been like this my whole life its not my fuckign fault that you didn’t pay attention and don’t remember. FUCK

my step dad’s a fucking dick too i genuinely hate him so fucking much i cant fucking take it anymore. NO!!!! IM NOT GOING TO FUCKING MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH YOU BECAUSE IT MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE AS FUCK. “why” because im autistic. “that’s not an excuse” yes it fucking is bitch its literally a symptom of fucking autism. no i AM going to keep calling myself autistic because thats what i am. no its not “putting a label on myself” because im actually fucking diagnosed autistic im not going to pretend it doesnt exist. because i fucking exist. im not going to “beat” my autism by suppressing all of my autistic traits because you want me to. “why?” DO YOU FUCKING HEAR YOURSELF???????

and this guy worked in mental health for 17 years. he worked at a psychiatric hospital for 17 years. he never went to college or learned anything about mental health at all. he thinks he knows more than me about my fucking disability when he says the most outdated offensive shit ive ever heard about autism or DID or schizophrenia. he doesnt listen to a word i say because he’s “older than me and has more life experience” and therefore he automatically “knows more than me and im wrong.” he doesnt listen to anyone actually. he literally says to people not to correct him when he’s wrong because he doesnt like being told he’s wrong to being told what to do or think. he’s “not going to change his beliefs for anyone” even if he knows his “beliefs” are literally just fucking factually wrong or actively harmful. he purposely makes people feel like shit if they stand up for themselves against him. he purposely makes me feel like shit because im the only one in this fucking houses that dares to disagree with the shit he says. he’s a republican he’s obsessed with trump and blasts conservative transphobic racist news channels on the tv right outside my room at night so it keeps me awake and doesnt turn the tv down when i ask because apparently he has hearing problems but has never once got that checked out. he deadnames me and says “because of his adhd he’s not sure he’ll ever remember to use the right name so he’s not even gonna try.” and he says he loves and supports me but is constantly saying the most ableist transphobic shit to me and says he’s just giving me a hard time because he loves me. he has said on multiple occasions with a straight face that “fat people piss him off and they’re the one type of people that he doesnt feel bad for being outwardly hateful and discriminatory towards.” he tries to make me feel guilty for not believing in god. he’s anti abortion. he doesnt want me to get gender affirming care under his roof because he thinks its weird and disgusting and doesnt want me to get a dick even though i have told him a million fucking times i never want bottom surgery and i dont know why this is any of his fucking business anyway. he constantly tells me my online friends aren’t real friends and when he knows i love talking to them he purposely turns the wifi off. he asks me why im acting so weird and i say its how ive always acted alone and with my friends and im just being myself and he says “stop acting like that.” “why. im not going to change who i am for other people.” “well i want you to around me.” KILL YOURSELF IM SO FUCKING SERIOUS. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I HATE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH

he’s a manipulative bastard and whenever we get into arguments, SOME FUCKING HOW a few hours later were happy and forgiving eachother and im the one saying sorry. he’s an asshole to me and everyone around him, he’s an asshole to my mom. they are constantly fighting but always deny it. i cant fucking take it anymore

sorry for this vent i know people dont follow me to know about my personal life i know i shouldnt say this stuff but i dont fucking care im so sick of this. i woke up this mornign feeling more excited happy and motivated than i have felt all week and it was ruined the second my mom came in my room saying that the way i act (my literal vocal stims) make her think there’s something severely wrong with me. i love her more than anything in the world she’s the best mom ever but what the actual fuck??????? anyway i hate my stepdad and even though i dont believe in hell i hope he fucking burns

[placeinthisworld]

i am relating to SO much of what im reading on ur blog rn. do not get me wrong - i LOVE ttpd and love taylor. it's kind of one of those things that's like "always have, always will." im always going to be so grateful for her work and this community, and as i said - i AM loving the music rn!

BUT. she feels different, and feels so far away. i know we are not owed her time or attention, but when you've built your entire brand on fan connection and being "different" than any other celebrity in that regards, it's going to feel off and unexpected when it suddenly stops with no explanation. most of her little interaction is on tiktok, which is half the time not with actual fans, but rather anyone who uses her song in the background (which a lot of times is influencers!) ppl say "yeah but now she does so much more for us" .... yeah... so many new THINGS to buy.

i also think she's at a place where she KNOWS she is on top of the world rn (good for her!) but it has come with a complex - she knows now she doesnt NEED to be close with her fans, doesnt NEED to use her platform for good, doesnt NEED to take constructive criticism - because the gp likes her enough to where she doesn't even need a strong centralized fanbase. as of rn, no opposition can make a dent in her fame or income and she knows it. and it feels icky, and honestly makes her feel less human (which is interesting, because the ttpd is imo some of the most raw humanlike work)

the new social circle is off too. i dont hate travis, and i was happy for her, but have come to like him less and less since realizing he's a bit sleazy and is kind of only liberal for pay. he's publicly made r*pe jokes and xenophobic comments in the past couple years (NOT from 15 year old tweets! recent!) his dad is also super transphobic and mahomes brother is a charged SAer yet taylor gallavants w both of them. travis just seems like an oaf and while im glad she had something more easy and fun, it's telling that there's been a lack of backlash towards him when he's exhibited the same behavior as matty and the only things taylor could write ab him were sports and high school references. i hate to even touch on her personal life like this but god forbid this is a forever thing :/ omg this is a lot but yeah im glad we're having this convo

yup!! bestie your feelings are so valid and i feel very very similarly about everything!!

she knows she doesn’t need to appeal to a niche audience of tween girls anymore. she knows she’s beyond that. fate worked its magic and now she’s america’s it girl without any of drama of having to censor her work. and while yes i’m very proud and happy for her, you’re exactly right, she’s more than happy to continue to push things for us to buy in order to feel close to her. she’s already established a group of life long fans by those who she’s interacted with, invited to things, sent money too etc. so she really doesn’t have to do anything else besides make more music and have the world speculate about her personal life. at the end of the day she just feels sooooo disconnected to us now, compared to how we used to have it at least.

ugh i knew icky meathead was sleazy without even needing taylor to bring him into the limelight but now everyone and their mom is obsessed and up his ass too. EVEN with all those gross things about him (we all saw the recent commencement speech excuse 🤢) he’s definitely democratic for pay. i definitely don’t think he’s gonna stick around forever, either he’ll fuck up and get caught w another girl or she’ll get bored of his ass (speculating that this is a legit relationship and not PR at least lol) she’s a girl that needs a new boy every now and then i fear.

generally i’m just disappointed in her now in a lot of aspects. but completely disconnecting from the world, acting like a whole ass genocide is not actively happening, only ever promoting of talking about herself or her own work just seems so bland and selfish. she’s mentioned voting like what, twice this year? in generic ghost written sentences on an IG story?

[ittybxttykxttytxtty]

I HONESTLY FEEL LIKE WHILE READING THIS FIC,MY DEFAULT SETTING WILL ALWAYS BE CAPSLOCK. SO I HOPE YOU'RE USED TO IT BY NOW. THANKS 💕

As for Matt, you’d admittedly been doing your best to avoid him. He still had no idea about the pregnancy, and truthfully you weren’t quite ready to tell him. Over the past couple of weeks he had been calling you and leaving the occasional voicemail, but you’d ignored him every single time.

I CAN HONESTLY SAY THAT BABY GIRL DESERVES THIS MOMENT OF PEACE. EVEN FOR A LIL BIT. GO AHEAD. I SUPPORT YOU IGNORING HIM. MAKE HIM SWEAT A BIT

“It’s just–” he began, grimacing before shaking his head. “Matt doesn’t know, does he? That you’re pregnant? Because you two aren’t together but you’re carrying his child. And I don’t think he’d be acting the way he is if he knew.”

FOGGY...YOUR FAITH IN MATT PUTS MATT'S FAITH IN GOD TO SHAME.

“If he knew the truth there’s no way Matt would’ve walked out on you like that,” Foggy told you earnestly. “There’s no way. He’d have stayed, I promise you that.”

FOGGY...BABY...

“I was crying and begging him to stay and he left . That’s on Matt, not me.”

“No, that man couldn’t possibly care about being a father. All he cares about is Daredevil and Hell’s Kitchen. He can have a relationship with his child, I won’t stop that, but I’m the one who’ll ultimately be raising this baby.”

YES YE SYS I ANBSJIA I CANT. SHE SAID IT. SHE HAS SPOKEN THE TRUTH.

“You don’t know Matt wouldn’t want to be a father.”

ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?!?! DID HE TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT?!?! DID HE SAY HE HAS PLANS TO BE A DAD IN THE FUTURE. IK IDK MUCH BECAUSE MY KNOWLEDGE ABOUT MATT WANTING TO BE A DAD IS LIMITED BUT WITH ALL THINGS CONSIDERED HE DOESNT HE REALLY SCREAM FATHER MATERIAL

“But I know Matt. He wouldn’t walk away from his own child. He wouldn’t .”

OKAY, FINE. IF FOGGY SAYS IT THEN I KINDA MAYBE SORTA ON THIN FUCKING ICE ACCEPT IT I GUESS. BECAUSE I TRUST FOGGY MORE THAN MATTHEW RN.

“You and I will be just fine on our own,” you whispered drowsily, patting your bump. “I’ll find a way to make this work. One way or another, we'll both be okay.”

BET, BABY GIRL. WE CAN MAMMA MIA OUR WAY THROUGH THIS. MERYL STREEP AND I BELIEVE IN YOU. 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

“Are you fucking serious, Matt?” Foggy snapped.

TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH TO SNAP AT HIM BUT IT IS WELCOMED. GO AHEAD. TEAR HIM A NEW ONE.

“Fog, I’ve been trying to reach out to her,” he replied calmly, trying to soothe his friend’s anger. “I’ve called her countless times over the past couple of weeks. I’ve left her multiple messages. She keeps ignoring me and not answering my calls. Clearly she doesn’t want to hear what I have to say. There’s nothing I can do about that.”

i cant even bring myself to use capslock on this....it just baffles me how committed he is into not putting effort...like i am honestly amazed at this point. how can you say you love someone and not even make any effort in trying to make things right? or even try to end it without any bad blood...is he fr?

Matt’s hand twitched from its place on the desk out of instinct, ready to dart out and grab Foggy’s wrist, but he was stunned when his friend actually landed a hit upside his head.

AND HERE COMES FOGGY WITH A STEEL CHAIR

“And I’m disappointed in you! You damn well know you could show up at her apartment if she’s not answering your calls. You’re just making excuses.”

THAT'S IT. CALL HIM OUT LIKE A PRIEST CHASTISING SINNERS IN CHURCH.

“Okay,” he agreed, nodding again. “Okay, I’ll go talk to her. I promise.”

I'LL BELIEVE IT WHEN I SEE RESULTS.

After thots:

- baby girl deserves that me time 💕✨ go ahead, queen and lil devil, bond ✨ relax ✨ ignore thy father ✨

- did matthew even try? honestly? like him trying feels so forced?? that im beginning to doubt his feelings for her

- welp, we now know that these idiots would literally not survive without Foggy 🫂

Anyways, another chapter another round of feels 🥹 sending hugs and patience to everyone even to you, Ms. Bella. ik that typing matt's actions causes pain 🫂

Seeking Forgiveness [Part Four]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.7k

[Full summary and installment list for this series can be found here.]

Warnings/tags: 18+ contains angst, emotional hurt, delayed comfort, pregnant Reader

a/n: This one switches POVs at the end to Matt's. Hopefully you like the update because I quite enjoyed writing Foggy in this one. You'll see why... Feedback is always appreciated!

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Chewing another bite of your burger, you were barely focused on the conversation occurring at the table amongst your friends. You had been starving ever since the four of you had met at the restaurant, the smell of grilled food causing you to salivate the moment you’d stepped through the doors. So once the waiter had placed your burger on the table in front of you–the one thing you’d been craving nonstop all day–you’d tuned everything else around you out. Marci had shot you a curious look when you'd first dug into your food, but you’d chosen to ignore that, too.

Initially you’d set up this lunch date with your friends so that you could break the news to Foggy and Marci that you were pregnant. For the past two weeks now Karen had helped you keep your secret, but now that you were eight weeks along and had seen that everything was progressing well at your first ultrasound, you thought it was time to clue the pair of them into things, too. You’d been appreciative of Karen’s support lately, but truthfully being even less alone in everything right now sounded even more comforting and appealing.

As for Matt, you’d admittedly been doing your best to avoid him. He still had no idea about the pregnancy, and truthfully you weren’t quite ready to tell him. Over the past couple of weeks he had been calling you and leaving the occasional voicemail, but you’d ignored him every single time. And since you hadn’t had the heart to hear his voice or whatever it was he had to say for himself, you currently had twelve unopened voicemails from him. 

You knew you needed to tell Matt the news. Every day you told yourself that, and every day it was a constant battle with yourself between ripping the bandaid off and showing up at his apartment to tell him or not. But then you always became emotional at the thought of just seeing Matt again, and you ultimately always came to the conclusion that you just weren’t quite ready to face him, not with this. You also knew that it wasn’t the sort of news you thought you should tell him in a phone call, either. So for now, Matt had no idea you were pregnant with his child. 

“Whoa, slow down there,” Foggy teased from across the table. “Your burger is not going to get up and run away from you if you set it down to breathe for a moment.”

It took a second for you to realize that he was even talking to you, having been too focused on eating your food. Your gaze slowly slid up from your plate, noticing three sets of eyes on you. Thankfully Karen’s expression was more amused and knowing than confused and judging like Foggy and Marci’s across from you. Swallowing down your bite of burger, you lowered it back down towards your plate, sitting up straighter in the booth. You sent the pair of them across from you a sheepish smile, watching as Marci’s hand rose up towards her mouth. 

"You've uh…got some ketchup," she said, gesturing beside her lip. “Right here.”

Reaching over, you grabbed your napkin and dabbed at the glob of ketchup on your face. You could still feel all three sets of eyes on you as you wiped off the ketchup, and one look up from your plate confirmed your suspicions. Eyes darting over towards Karen beside you, you saw her send you a slight nod and a soft, encouraging smile. With a sigh you wiped your hands off on your napkin next, figuring now was as good a time as any during this lunch to break the news to Foggy and Marci. And at least the irritating hunger-nausea that seemed to accompany early pregnancy was temporarily abated with how fast you’d eaten half of your burger.

“Sorry,” you muttered. 

Foggy waved a dismissive hand, shrugging his shoulders as he sent you a smile. “Not a big deal, though I thought you had asked us here because you wanted to talk to us about something.”

“There uh, there actually was a reason,” you agreed, nodding slowly.

Your eyes slid back and forth between Foggy and Marci, your fingers fidgeting nervously with the napkin still in your hands. The pair of them curiously focused on you from across the table, lowering their utensils and giving you their full attention. Biting the inside of your cheek, you contemplated how you were supposed to tell them something so big. How did you lead up to telling someone that you're pregnant? So when you inevitably couldn’t think of anything to gradually broach the topic with, you opted for just spitting it right out.

“I’m pregnant,” you announced. “Just over eight weeks now.”

Marci’s eyes instantly doubled in size at the news, her lips parting in surprise as she gaped at you. Foggy’s jaw literally dropped, his entire body going rigid in the booth. From beside you, you felt Karen place a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving it a brief comforting squeeze.

“Holy shit,” Foggy breathed out.

You shot him another sheepish smile, still fidgeting with the napkin. “Yeah,” you muttered, “that’s about what I said initially, too.”

“So–so is it…Matt’s?” Marci asked slowly, her brows drawing together.

“Yes,” you answered.

“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute,” Foggy said, frantically waving his hands in front of himself. “You’re pregnant? Like right now? With Matt’s baby?”

“Yes,” you repeated.

Marci began to run a hand through her blonde hair, her lips pursing together as that furrow between her brows grew while she tried to process the information. Foggy was still sitting in the booth beside her and staring at you in utter disbelief. After a minute of that incredulous expression on his face, you quirked a brow at him, no longer able to stand the silence that had fallen over the table.

“What?” you asked him.

“It’s just–” he began, grimacing before shaking his head. “Matt doesn’t know, does he? That you’re pregnant? Because you two aren’t together but you’re carrying his child. And I don’t think he’d be acting the way he is if he knew.”

“Yeah, well,” you began bitterly, picking up your glass of water and bringing it to your lips for a drink, “that’s Matt’s fault.”

“So you’re just not going to tell him?” Foggy asked in shock, his brows shooting up onto his forehead. “You can’t possibly do that to him. You wouldn’t .”

“I am going to tell him,” you said, setting your glass back onto the table. “I tried to tell him that I was pregnant the night we broke up. But he wouldn’t stay to talk to me. Said he needed to go deal with the Russians. Again . He’s the one who told me to leave that night. Told me I could tell him whatever it was I needed to when he got back or that I could go." You winced, eyes dropping down towards your half-finished burger. “He left me alone that night–left us alone. So forgive me for not rushing to tell him the news a second time,” you snapped. “Because I don’t think I should have come last that night on his list of priorities, so right now he's not exactly at the top of mine.” 

“If he knew the truth there’s no way Matt would’ve walked out on you like that,” Foggy told you earnestly. “There’s no way. He’d have stayed, I promise you that.”

Your eyes flew up from the table, landing back on Foggy across from you. There was an almost pleading look on his face as he sat there across from you. But as you opened your mouth to respond, you could feel that familiar rush of anger unfurling inside of you as you remembered that night.

“I practically begged him to stay and talk to me, Fog,” you growled, one arm possessively wrapping around your abdomen. “I was crying and begging him to stay and he left . That’s on Matt, not me.”

“I absolutely agree with you on that,” Foggy replied quickly, nodding his head. “He briefly told me what happened that night and I agree that he fucked up. Big time. But knowing what I do now? I know Matt needs to know the truth. He needs to make things right–”

“There’s no way Matt could make any of this right, Fog,” you cut him off. “And even if there somehow was, do you really think Matt would want to raise a child? With what he does? How obsessive he gets over things? The way he doesn’t even take care of himself?” You shook your head quickly, one arm still possessively wrapped around your belly. “No, that man couldn’t possibly care about being a father. All he cares about is Daredevil and Hell’s Kitchen. He can have a relationship with his child, I won’t stop that, but I’m the one who’ll ultimately be raising this baby.”

“You don’t know that,” Foggy countered, shaking his head as he leaned across the table towards you with that pleading expression only growing more desperate on his face. “You don’t know Matt wouldn’t want to be a father.”

“Actually, Fog,” Marci said, cutting him off, “I think I’m with her on this. From the things I’ve heard about Matt’s hobby from you and Karen, I was honestly shocked he had managed to successfully keep a relationship for as long as he has. But being a father? That’s an even bigger responsibility. I mean, he already has difficulty prioritizing the firm with you and Karen half the time. You really think a baby would be any different?”

“Yes!” Foggy exclaimed, his eyes darting between you and Marci. “Matt has his flaws, sure, I know that. I do,” he continued fervently. “But I know Matt. He wouldn’t walk away from his own child. He wouldn’t .” 

"I'm with Fog on this," Karen said, catching everyone's attention. "I think Matt wouldn't be acting this way if he knew."

Marci’s eyes narrowed at Karen, her head slowly tilting to the side. "You already knew she was pregnant, didn't you?" she asked. "Because you don't seem very surprised right now."

"She showed up at my place shortly after the breakup and I told her," you explained. "I just didn't want to be alone in all of this. I had been waiting until after my ultrasound to break the news to you and Foggy next. I just–just wanted you all to know so I wasn't entirely alone."

Marci’s hand slid across the table towards yours, grabbing onto it. She sent you a warm smile that swiftly quieted the anger you felt towards Matt that had been burning inside of you for weeks now.

"You're not alone in this," she assured you, squeezing your hand. "You've always got us."

"Yeah," Foggy agreed, his face softening when you glanced at him beside her. "Whatever happens with Matt in all of this, you know we're always here for you. Through anything."

Tears began to fill your eyes, your lips trembling at the show of support. Truly you were grateful that everything with Matt had led you to at least meeting all three of them.

"Thanks guys," you whispered. "You don't know what that means to me."

Shutting your apartment door behind yourself, you turned and leaned your back up against it, slipping your aching feet out of your shoes with a deep groan. Head rolling back against the door as you stretched your toes, your eyes took in the sight of your empty apartment. Everything was neat and tidy except for the couch in your living room, which was often where you found yourself cocooned in a soft blanket whenever you were home lately, binging your shows and trying to ignore the hollow, lingering pain in your chest from your persistent heartache. 

The pillows on your couch were a mess, a couple of them stacked together and resting against an armrest that you'd long since claimed as your usual spot. The extra height of them stacked helped with your nasal congestion–another unfortunate perk of pregnancy you’d recently come to learn about. Your plush blanket was still strewn across the cushions looking exactly the same as when you'd crawled out from underneath it earlier to get ready for your lunch date with your friends. Truthfully your couch still looked about as inviting as anything could to you lately.

With a sigh, your right hand absently landed on your belly. Any other normal Sunday in the past you'd have had plans with Matt right now. Grabbing groceries together or maybe getting coffee. Planning out dinner or listening to audiobooks on the couch. Having mind-blowing sex in the bedroom that left you blissed out and pleasantly exhausted afterwards, the pair of you remaining naked in bed just talking and losing track of time for half the day.

But not today. 

Though admittedly it had been awhile since Matt had been able to give you his undivided attention on a weekend. Usually he had been trying to catch up on work or sleep before he went back out again as Daredevil at night. But that didn't stop the sting of his absence that you’d felt over the past few weeks since the breakup.

Eyes dropping down to your abdomen, a faint smile curled your lips upwards. You weren't truly alone though. Not fully. And at least Foggy and Marci knew the truth about your pregnancy now and were completely supportive of you. That's what mattered at the moment. 

"Alright my little devil," you whispered to your small bump affectionately, "what's on the agenda for tonight?"

Lifting the hem of your shirt up with your other hand, you stretched out the spandex band of your maternity pants with a frown. They had become far more comfortable than your actual jeans this past week, especially once those had been near impossible for you to actually button closed. You’d recently bought a few basic maternity items, but the maternity jeans made you feel considerably less attractive with that stretchy band reaching up to almost the bottom of your bra. 

"Should I get into something significantly more comfortable than these maternity pants?" you asked your bump. "Maybe those cozy, stretchy leggings I just bought? Then you and I could curl up and take a nap on the couch before figuring out dinner?"

Pushing off of the door, you bent down with another groan as you picked up your shoes and placed them in the nearby closet. Afterwards, you shuffled your tired feet through your living room and straight towards your bathroom just through the short hallway.

"But first I'm going to pee for the millionth time today," you muttered under your breath. "Something I feel like I'm doing all the time now."

You used the bathroom quickly before heading to your room, taking your time to switch your clothes into something more comfortable. It wasn’t like you were planning to go out anywhere for the rest of your Sunday night. It didn’t matter that you were wearing a massive oversized shirt and a pair of maternity leggings that you’d rolled the waistband down to just below your bump. No one was going to see you, anyway.

“Alright,” you murmured as you left your bedroom, shuffling your way back down the hallway towards your living room. “Let’s nap and figure out dinner afterwards. Seems like you’re feeling pasta tonight, so I guess that’s the plan.”

Settling onto the couch, you pulled your feet up onto the cushions and underneath your blanket before you laid down. Almost instantly you could feel your sinuses closing up and you tried to ignore your irritation at it. At least it wasn’t the nausea, because that admittedly had been the worst part of everything so far. Getting comfortable on the couch, you tugged the blanket up to your chin, your eyes steadily closing as your exhaustion began to overtake you.

“You and I will be just fine on our own,” you whispered drowsily, patting your bump. “I’ll find a way to make this work. One way or another, we'll both be okay.”

Matt leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk as he buried his face in his hands. He was tired and annoyed this morning, irritated that his Sunday out hadn’t been too eventful last night. Ever since he’d finished dealing with the Russians, having gotten Petrov into police custody with the help of Mahoney, Hell’s Kitchen had been oddly quiet on the organized crime front. Which was poor timing considering the fact that Matt hadn’t wanted to stay in his apartment where he’d just be reminded how alone he was every night. 

It didn’t help that he’d been sleeping horribly, too. He wasn’t out as late as he had been for the past few weeks, meaning he had the time to sleep, but he clearly lacked the ability lately. His mind just wouldn’t seem to quiet, becoming almost louder than the sounds of the city around him when he tried to. Which was also quite irritating. 

With an annoyed huff, he slid his hands down his face, straightening back up in his chair. He picked up his glasses from his desk and placed them back onto his face. He was tired but he still had work to do. There was a frustrating case he’d been helping Foggy with lately and he figured he could distract himself with that today. He didn’t want to think about anything else.

Though Matt had barely gotten far focusing on the case before he heard Foggy entering the office, closing the door a bit harsher than usual behind himself. Even Karen startled in her office at the unexpected rough slam of the door. Matt’s brows furrowed behind his glasses immediately afterwards when he heard Foggy make his way straight to his office instead of his own. 

Confused, Matt’s head darted up just as Foggy threw his door open. He could practically feel the anger radiating off of Foggy as he stepped into the room, his breathing heavy and his heart beating a little faster than usual. Matt’s eyes narrowed curiously behind his lenses at the tension in Foggy’s body and the increase in his blood pressure.

“Are you fucking serious, Matt?” Foggy snapped.

Matt's brows knitted further together, even more confused at Foggy's behavior this morning. He hadn't seen Foggy all weekend, what could he have done to upset him?

“About what exactly?” he asked carefully.

Foggy stormed further into the room, roughly slamming both of his hands flat on Matt’s desk as he leaned forward. Matt’s head tilted curiously to the side, noticing the elevation in Foggy’s heart rate further increasing. Apparently his answer hadn’t been the right one.

“You said you’d talk to her, Matt!” Foggy yelled. “You told me you were going to apologize and make things up to her! You told me that!”

Of course this was about you.

“Fog, I’ve been trying to reach out to her,” he replied calmly, trying to soothe his friend’s anger. “I’ve called her countless times over the past couple of weeks. I’ve left her multiple messages. She keeps ignoring me and not answering my calls. Clearly she doesn’t want to hear what I have to say. There’s nothing I can do about that.”

Foggy scoffed loudly, angrily shaking his head. “There’s nothing you can do about that?” he shot back sarcastically. “Are you serious? Dammit, Matt!”

Matt heard the way Foggy’s hand swiftly rose from the desk, swinging through the air towards himself. Matt’s hand twitched from its place on the desk out of instinct, ready to dart out and grab Foggy’s wrist, but he was stunned when his friend actually landed a hit upside his head. 

“What the hell, Fog?” Matt snapped, scooting back in his desk chair as he ran a hand over the sore spot on his temple. “What’d you hit me for?”

“Honestly, I–I’m surprised you even let me do that,” Foggy said, his anger briefly replaced by surprise. “Figured you would’ve stopped me before I could.”

“Well I didn’t think you were actually going to hit me!” Matt shot back. “Why the hell did you hit me?”

“Because I’m pissed at you, Matt!” Foggy roared, anger quickly returning. “And I’m disappointed in you! You damn well know you could show up at her apartment if she’s not answering your calls. You’re just making excuses.”

“Show up and do what, Fog?” Matt retorted. “Force her to talk to me when she clearly wants nothing to do with me? Hurt both of us even more by forcing that interaction? It’s probably better if she goes on hating me anyway. She’ll move on faster, at least.”

Foggy’s hand flew to the bridge of his nose, pinching it between his fingers. Matt heard the sharp hiss of his frustration between his gritted teeth. Seeing how upset Foggy was had Matt quickly beginning to question just why he was so worked up over this situation. It was between you and him, after all. Why did Foggy want you to apologize and talk this badly?

“Just promise me you’ll go over there and physically talk to her, okay?” Foggy said, his anger barely restrained. “That you’ll offer her a proper apology and talk to her?”

Matt shifted in his seat, his eyes once again narrowing behind his lenses. “Why is this so important to you?” he asked carefully. “It’s been a few weeks now, why are you still so adamant that we talk?”

“Because,” Foggy said, his fingers releasing his nose as his hand lowered to his side, “I know how important it is for the both of you. And I also know how stubborn and idiotic you can be. Someone needs to kick you in the ass before you make a big mistake an even bigger one. So just promise me you’ll talk to her.”

Matt’s tongue slipped out between his lips, nervously wetting them. After a moment he nodded, hearing the way Foggy’s heart rate started to gradually decrease back to its normal pace.

“Yeah, alright,” he assured his friend. “I’ll talk to her.”

“And I mean soon, Matt,” Foggy pressed. “Not in another few weeks.”

“Okay,” he agreed, nodding again. “Okay, I’ll go talk to her. I promise.”

[charlottedabookworm]

Dawntrail Day 3+4

spoilers up to: 4th zone, lvl 95 questchain (including 3rd dungeon)

original draft date: 30/6/24-1/7/24

scheduled release for: 28/7/24

had to work for day three of early access unfortunately so i'm merging these into one, hoping to get to at least the 95 dungeon and maybe most of the way to the 97 one

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please be koana please be koana please-

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mood ali mood

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yeeees we got koana! thank fuck otherwise there would have been a murder of either bakool ja ja or sareel ja

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a third split zone? huh

that's new

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a brief interlude for AR rou and a proper glam for picto

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oh wow, i thought this place was like. wild fires

not from the war between the mamool ja and xbr’aal

fucking hell

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love the long running joke about alphi’s skill woth collecting firewood

that one will never get old lol

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pfft

ali fell down a cenote! ahhh the true rdm experience lol

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“As I recall, you are an accomplished culinarian.”

erm krile

krile no

culinarian is my least leveled crafter it’s not even lvl 50 yet i am by no stretch of the imagination and accomplished culinarian

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wuk lamat i love you you fucking tell him

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hmmmm

This doesn’t bode well does it

damn

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oh

his daughter was pushed fuck

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oh

wuk lamat is his daughter

he gave her up to keep her safe, gave her to the dawnsevant cos who would protect her better

fuuuuck

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well that secret didn’t last long did it?

fuckin bakool ja ja

i wanna stab that guy rn

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so many good options here, i with i could pick them all xD

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okay this was a very nice duty enjoyed this one a lot

very satisfying

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…zoraal ja got disqualified

this is not going to end wall

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…what are you planning

i trust you even less than zoraal ja and bakool ja ja combined

something is so fucking up with you

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ah cool bakool ja ja gets thwir dickishness from their dad cool cool

at least he comes by it honestly?

because wow zereel ja is a dick

nothing like calling all of your children useless and banishing your son because he was defeated by a non mamool ja

damn I’m actually feeling empathy for bakool ja ja rn fuck the whine he let out when they were banished was just-

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fuck

yeah okay he's a dick adn it doesn't excuse his actions and it doesn't make anyting better but fuck i can understadn why now

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pfft

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koana has already made the choice to give up the rite, hasn’t he

well, maybe not the rite. but the throne, certainly

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koana you-

you’re great dude, i love the way that youve developed over the rite i love the way that you have looked at yourself and gone ‘i don’t think i’m right to be dawnservant’

just yeah

koana best brother

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also i love that this instance is still literally two tanks two healers and four dps

got an actual full party here to face gulool ja jas shade lol

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ketenramm???

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…wuk lamat is calling him tankwa but-

a make roe who does look a little like the flashbacks and he-

he’s definitely ketenramm isn’t h-

ketenramm confirmed!

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ayyy dungeon 3 unlocked!

skydeep cenote here i come!

as soon as i put the washing out

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gods there are so many children buried here in this dungeon

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“Don’t tell me it’s the Allagans again”

Ali out here being the biggest mood in existence

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okay one, the song playing when wuk lamat does her speech? Love it need it desperately wanna listen to it again

And

Two

“THE DAWNSERVANT DOESNT NEED TO BE A SINGLE PERSON, DOES IT?”

she’s not-

she wouldn’t-

(i hope she is cos i-)

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“Be Dawnservant with me Koana!”

yessssss!

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“He would have been proud”

and then the looks on koana and wuk lamats’s faces-

they already knew

gulool ja ja the vow of reason is dead, one of their fathers is dead, and they already knew

they knew and they went along with their fathers deception anyway

Fuuuuck sometimes this game breaks my heart

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i have a bad feeling aboi thi-

Ketenramm!

fuck don’t be dead

(this is either zoraal ja or sareel ja or both and i’m-)

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wuk evu is great i love wuk evu

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ngl every time they mention tacos (basically every time they’re in tuliyollal) i’m just like

‘when will raha get tacos?’

like i’m really glad this exp so far has focused far more on new characters than old scions but it would be nice to see raha and yshtola again soon

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“Then, perhaps we could travel together?”

yes yes YES

fuck yeah lets go erenville i’ve been wanting more time with you all expansion so far!!!

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zoraal ja what are you doing you fucker-

oh great sareel ja is still there

annnnnd he’s nicked the key from the dawnservants vault fucking great

i hate sareel ja so much

also you better not have killed ketenramm

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oh?

mystery woman from the trailer perhaps?

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oh great zoraal ja is laughing maniacally and saying thatbhis desire is the world itself

wonderful

i’m still waiting for sareel ja to stab him in backkkkk

Oh

oh

okay

Erm

ngl that’s not the way i expected that to go fuck

guess zoraal ja is the actual antagonist the good to know

wonderful

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in other news sunforged is a fucking awesome title

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Erenville name reveal!!!!

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the pretty man is not wrong lol

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[dedeuteros]

i think about you sometimes !!

messing with my typing quirks b/c maybe it’ll be fun for you to figure out who this is , like a silly form of enrichment , but i do think about you and how you’ve introduced me to things before i see them again , sometimes years later ! i got a song on my recommended that you sent a link to before and i checked to see if you actually had and you did ! i got a silly video about spacehey too and i can’t find the message but i’m 99.9% sure you showed it to me ! i wonder about your mind and your art and your writing but lately i’ve rarely talked to anyone at all , so there’s the excuse for not reaching out . i’ve been going about just keeping to myself . i don’t know if we’ll ever talk again , but you’re in my thoughts .

i hope you’re doing well !!

if youre who i believe youve done an endearingly poor job of changing up your writing style but i respect the effort! this is an interesting way to reach out, feels rather like talking to a ghost. but i guess youre right that i could only respond to something so nonconfrontational. as is.

im doing the thing right now where i read a lot of one book and like to talk with a similar formality. (it doesnt come through well but it reads the same in my mind.) it's no less than a collective of 3000 pages of careful intricate slowburn of a god-on-earth emperor and his competent secretary. they work to reform the 99 generations of poor government, the emperor one day gets to be himself again. there's a beautiful drapery of court pleasantries and fealty as a guise for their deep feelings. not that i am sure i have so many feelings (though the book skirts a perfect line of the aroace spectrum i enjoy) but maybe you can see why myself, avoidant and indirect, can enjoy it.

im glad you are excited by things i share, and that i was right they might be something in your own radar! my dear maliha used to do that for me in middleschool and it always tickled me when something came back to me a year later.

i also wonder on the writing and art of yourself and the entire lot of our class. i miss very badly being able to glance to either side and see something internal laid out next to me. i dont do so much, except my smileys when i feel aggravated and my easy doodles in book margins. but i have plans to do some studies. your pieces which included ambient sound were among my favorites (assuming you are, of course, you)

i dont hang out with anyone except my coowrkers, except holidays when the full force of several social lives drains me. had to call out of work for how tired it made me. i hope that you do still have people you could hang out with even if you dont. and i am still gravely sorry i cannot so enthusiastically be. sometimes it is easier when you know for certain someone is not willing to peer into your heart and soul but instead just enjoy company. any more makes my head spin.

much love, whether ive guessed who or not, to you! from my writing and my art and my thoughts.once dear to me i do not at all forget, which i think i already told you.

[winderlylandchime]

1/2 And we are now on 5x09, his only request for the episode is that Britin gets back together bc there’s only 2 cds left so they dont have much time: ‘how am I supposed to dance to the intro song when nothing in the show is how it’s supposed to be?’ The ep starts with Mikey and Ben having sex ‘not to be a prick but that is also not what i asked for. (The scene with the ladies for vote yes on prop 14 happens) *starts laughing* this is the only funny thing Mike has done in this season’ ‘look how Brian has been hanging with Emy and Ted lately but they don’t want me to see it. Ugh Mike. GOOD BRIAN! Ignore him. Forever!’ Deb asks mikey if him and Brian will ever talk again ‘oh look who cares now! Little miss “you gotta let Mikey go”. Mike doesn’t deserve Brian for what he said to him. Fuck you Mike, how about you tell her what you said to him? Fuck this whole shit show.’ Justin is about to meet Tucker! ‘OH? YOU GO GIRL! LOOK AT MY GIRL! That should’ve been me with her.’ ‘Now why is he passive aggressive to Jen? Why does he keep acting like a little shit? *pauses tv on jen standing in front of Justins painting* tell me that shit doesn’t look like something Brian would hang above his bed. Or in his office! Anyway *starts ep again* justin…you dated a kazoo player with a bad goatee, youre nobody to judge. Why is he so fucking horrible to Jen? HES JUDGING ABOUT AGE GAPS?! Bro, you need to fucking chill, shes a grown ass woman who can do whatever she wants…even if its not me’ and we are at the Brian/Debbie scene ‘look how pretty he looks. Debbie! If she’s here for Mike, she has to go. But if its for Blondie, than come on in. GET HIGH TOGETHER! HELL YEAH! *points to Brian smoking* i know damn well that fucker smokes in real life. One of me! See, we would be friends (i make a joke about how theyd only bond over cigarettes and thats it) i have bonded with people over far less! You’d be amazed at my ability to connect over anything. (Debbie says she doesnt like how hes been treating mikey) EXCUSE ME?! HE? WHAT ABOUT MIKE? You know what? Get out. Mike is always a fucking victim. Nobody ever stands up for Brian. Except me! *points at Brian* i think i used to have that zip up hoodie..you know who else fell in love Deb? brian! Now lets talk about that instead. *puts his cast up and spins his left index finger around his cast* here’s mikey and here’s the world. Not everything is about him. Can she please realize that her son is a little shit to Brian too? Why is he always the one who has to compromise and sacrifice? Man, fuck this whole show’ And that scene with the store being broken in is on ‘well shit. Not to be a dick but *sings very horribly* karmaaaa. Fuck now i feel bad for saying that but also fuck him for hurting Brian’ The Drew/Em scene is up now ‘HOLY SHIT DREW CAME OUT! AHHHHH YOU GO BOY! A guy like him? Bro fuck you. YEAH EMMETT HELPED HIM! Wait. HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE KISSED HIM ON LIVE TV! OH MY GOD!’ And we are at the gallery now ‘ive been so busy with everything else, i forgot about this. (Justin makes a face at the critic)*points to Justin* this! Is the fucking look and reaction he would give to Brian during that stupid dinner the second Marty and Elliot opened their mouth. And i know I’m right. Why is he calling the critic a cunt tho?’

That Ben/Mikey scene is only tolerable because they piss off that homophobe. THE ONLY REASON I ALLOW IT.

Justin being such a little shit to Tucker further confirms the writers decided to change his character is inexplicable ways. The Justin we knew would high five Jen about getting a hottie mchotterson

You’d be amazed at my ability to connect over anything. <- I do not doubt this is the case. Your brother has tumblr friends he doesn't even know about.

Why is he always the one who has to compromise and sacrifice? Man, fuck this whole show MMHMM

HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE KISSED HIM ON LIVE TV! OH MY GOD! Emmett getting the love he deserves (btw Cat Emmettt is being a little shit as I write my responses to these. He's been sick for most of the year and I'm glad he's feeling better but BRO CHILL TF OUT)

[firelord-frowny]

Just finished my 2nd playthrough of assassin’s creed odyssey lmao annnnnnnd

can finally say with confidence that i fucking hate the mother!!! lmao oh my god! 

poor alexios omfg his whole family was shit! 

so, my first playthrough, i got The Worst Ending lmao where kassandra kills the mom and then alexios has to kill kassandra. 

very very sad, cry cry, blah blah. 

THIS time, i was about to be so happy because only kassandra dies! she tries to fuckin kill alexios and so obviously he stabs her in the head and kicks her evil ass off the mountain! 

and the mom is devastated, obviously, having just had to watch one of her kids kill the other in self defense (and in defense of the entire greek world tbh) and alexios is hugging her and trying to console her, 

AND THEN THE WRETCH BASICALLY TELLS HIM THAT SHE HATES HIM AND TO FUCK OFF FOREVER AND NEVER COME BACK???????????????

LIKE EXCUSE ME???????

DID YOU FUCKING MISS THEE PART WHERE YOUR PRECIOUS EVIL DAUGHTER TRIED TO KILL ME TWICE??? DESPITE MY EFFORTS TO GET THROUGH TO HER??? DID YOU NOT FUCKING HEAR ME WHEN I TOLD YOU TIME AND TIME AGAIN THAT SHE’S BEEN BRAINWASHED AND MAY BE TOO FAR GONE TO BE SAVED???? DID YOU NOT HEAR HER WHEN SHE DECLARED SHE WAS GOING TO KILL ME????

LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?????

DO YOU REALLY NOT THINK SHE WOULD HAVE MURDERED YOUR ASS RIGHT AFTER SHE MURDERED MINE IF I DIDNT KILL HER FIRST?????? 

oh! my! god! 

to have fucking failed to protect both of your children years ago to the degree that you thought they both had been MURDERED, and then upon discovering they both survived and lived horrific lives where one is brainwashe by a cult and the other is living a life of poverty and petty crime, and when you’re finally reunited with the children YOU FAILED TO PROTECT and one of them tries to kill the other and the other kills them first in self defense, 

AND THEN YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO DISOWN THE ONE WHO SURVIVED????

i mean okay OKAY i GET IT that she was actually powerless to save either one of them at the beginning. but just because she was powerless doesnt mean it wasnt still her job to protect them. through no fault of her own, she failed. but the most important part of that concept is the failure, not the fault. so like. she owns that shit at the end of the day. 

but color me COMPLETELY UNSURPRIIIISED because i definitely was put off in the first playthrough when she insisted that ~your father who threw you off a fucking mountain just because somebody told him to really did Love You In His Own Way~ omfg like, exfuckingscuseme??? 

how fucking dare you! how do you fix your mouth to say that the father who THREW ME OFF A MOUNTAIN loved me????? what the fuck is wrong with you????

so like, i knew right then that i did not like this character. and i don’t even mean that in an ~i think she was poorly written~ kind of way. i think thats so dumb lmao i hate when people whine that a character was ~poorly written~ when really what they mean is that they just don’t agree with/understand a character’s choices. 

but me??? im all too aware of the fact that the real world is filled with real people who behave dumbly and have shitty values, so there’s no reason why fictional characters should be exempt from behaving dumbly and having shitty values! 

and thats exactly what i think of this woman in this game! 

your values are hopelessly fucked if you can bring yourself to believe that you can love a child and throw them off a mountain at the same time. 

idiot!