#and then kept thinking about the different pieces and *motherfucker*

[lauranthalasah]

Carol from The Walking Dead has, in the first season, one scene that is the best example of “show no tell” that I've ever seen. Especially because this case of “show no tell” is opening a window to the intricacies of one of the most complex fictional characters I know.

I'm talking about the grenade scene at the end of the last episode of the first season. At that point the entire group is trapped in the CDC building, they are trying to get out but no one can break the reinforced windows, all the men try something different, nothing works, and then, this woman, who barely has open her mouth for the last 4 episodes (she is introduced in the 3rd episode), steps up to Rick and gives him a motherfucking grenade that she stole from him (without him noticing), and they are set free.

This scene could be important only in the fact that it saves the group that one time, or that it marks the first, but not last, time Carol will save the collective asses of the group, but if you stop to analyze it it shows so much more, SO MUCH MORE PEOPLE!

1- She has an incredible capacity for adaptability, mental flexibility, and personal reinvention. (Her entire worldview reality has changed, and in a month or so, this woman is already stealing grenades!)

2- She can be sneaky/cunning. (She washed Rick’s clothes, found a grenade on them, and KEPT IT!. This sets a huge precedent for the character)

3- She is secretive. (She took that grenade and told no one! One of her more criticized facets, and it is right there from the beginning!)

4- She has a mind for strategy/thinking ahead/seeing the big picture. (The stealing of the grenade, and she has it for 4 episodes, in the meantime part of the group goes to the city, the camp gets overrunned by walkers, they face walkers going into the CDC, but she says nothing about what she has, she is waiting for the moment it will be absolutely indispensable to be used)

5- She can make hard decisions. (Tied to point 4. That grenade could possibly have helped here and there, potentially saving people, but she makes the decision of not saying anything because she thinks those moments are not worth the resources she has)

6- She is willing to live with the consequences. (Hard decisions came with consequences. The others could have blamed her from some deaths that the grenade could have prevented).

7- She tries to always have an ace in her hand. (She will do this many many times, including having guns and knives hidden in her clothes, information, and/or people. Anything can be an ace if well applied)

8- She thinks outside of the box. (grenades are usually used to kill things. She could have decided to use it for that purpose multiple times, and the use she chose is to break a window to their freedom)

9- She does NOT TRUST completely, not even the group (she is shown as meek, as a follower, and yet, she had this piece of equipment and she is the one who decides when, where, and how to use it simply by keeping it a secret)

10- She loves fiercely. (All of these, all the things she does at this point in the story, she does them for Sophia).

11- She can be dangerous (did you forget she stole a GRENADE?!)

These characteristics (some may come from the marital abuse written into the character) create an interesting balance between selfishness and selflessness. Selfishness because she keeps secrets that could help sometimes on other occasions besides the ones she deems worthy of it. Selflessness because mostly she will use or keep those secrets to help the group at large and will live with their judgment.

These characteristics are what make her a real dark character when she takes the selfish route.

Her heart is what will always bring her back when going darkside, and what will keep her in check any other time.

From these points, you can extrapolate pretty much everything Carol does in the future seasons.

For example, points 1 and 10 are the reasons she runs or tries to run away so many times. She loves fiercely, but she also has a capacity to reinvent herself that allows her to keep going beyond her losses, and she HATES IT, she hates that she can keep on living while her heart is bleeding.

She kills Karen and David because she can see the big picture, loves fiercely (killing costs Carol), takes the hard decision, and keeps secrets, but also lives with the consequences as she immediately says “Yes” when Rick asks her directly if she killed them, there’s zero hesitation while answering, and she accepts his judgment of exile and respects it.

Every single one of these is in full deployment when she presents a persona to Alexandria instead of the real Carol.

Everything with Alpha encapsulates these characteristics in their most negative incarnation so far, and in one of the most fascinating as well, even the breaking of the deal with Negan.

Carol went off the deep end after Henry’s death, and for a moment, she didn’t care about the consequences at all. She only cared about one objective, killing Alpha. All her actions at the time are deeply disturbing and dangerous for herself and others, but she has a goal, a plan, and she will carry it to its intended conclusion, consequences be damned. She uses everything in her in the most devastating ways, her adaptability, her cunning, her secrets, her strategic mind, her capability to make the decision and live with the consequences/judgment, her thinking outside the box, an ace in the hand, her NOT TRUSTING ANYONE AT ALL, all because she loved Henry so much, and she is hurting, and she wants the thing that hurt her son GONE.

Negan is a tool in Carol’s hand, he is well aware, but later on he will understand the full scope of what Carol did and how, right after she breaks the deal with him. Not because she betrays him, but because she turns her back to him.

She turns her back to the most vicious adversary the group has confronted and walks away. You see, when Carol does that, she leaves the end of it all in Negan’s hands, and anyways that end could play out, she is damn okay with it:

- Negan attacks her and wins, Carol dies, she is okay with dying.

- Negan attacks her, and Carol wins, Negan dies. She is better than okay with this one.

- Negan attacks, but they don’t kill each other. Another day to live for both of them.

- Negan does not attack. Both have to live with the consequences of all their actions (present and past).

However it ends, she is okay with that end. I think Negan sees that. He has been played, masterfully. Now the ball is in his court, and he takes the hard path to move forward, for himself and for Carol.

The way Carol puts on play her plan to kill Alpha is the reason Negan described her as a mage in season 11. She was showing a hand to Alpha very aggressively with the direct attacks atracting the enemy's attention to herself, all the while keeping the other hand (Negan) hidden and unassuming, cunningly completing the magic trick of killing Alpha. Have you all forgotten? This woman is dangerous!

In conclusion, the grenade scene is a fantastic example of showing a character's complexities and possibilities. It has also been masterfully developed over the years. Most, if not everyone, of Carol's actions can find its precedent in this one little scene in season 1.

[essektheylyss]

Making lore characters is all fucking fun and games until you put some random puzzle pieces together because you have a lot of information and the perspective to do so and it might be the key to everything except that no one else has the information, your character would not yet be suspicious about it, and you're gonna have to act like this is not a thing you're personally suspicious about for months until you have a reason to be suspicious in game.

AGONY.

[analogwriting]

Beer Pong

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.3k a/n: this idea came to me while i was obliterated and playing beer pong. the only thing i could think of was how much i wanted killer to rail me. also disclaimer, i'm actually ASS at beer pong lmfao. also also, only one version of this one bc it doesn't quite go that far whoops

“C’mon! Who else wants to challenge the undefeated champ of beer pong?” Your voice was loud enough for people to hear over the thumping music of the party that you and your brother were hosting. 

It was the same every year. The two of you would host an end of the year party and invite all of your friends, have them invite their friends who invited their friends and so on. It was one of the biggest parties of the year every year. It’s been a tradition at this point for about five or six years.

“I think you’ve officially defeated everyone, Bigs.” Your younger brother, Kid, chimed as he walked into the room you were in. This was also the same every year. Those who have been to the parties before knew how ruthless you were at beer pong. Some of them never tried challenging you again, some would practice throughout the year just to take you on again. Newcomers also challenged you. However, no one was able to beat you for the past three years.

You huffed, folding your arms. “That’s so lame!” How much you drank didn’t affect your ability to win either. You were somewhat sloshed and still crushing everyone at the party.

“I’ll challenge them,” you heard a deep voice come from behind you. The room you were in had several different entrances. You looked behind you, seeing the finest piece of man you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. Motherfucker took your breath away - almost. You blinked.

“Killer! You made it!” You turned, seeing your brother walking over to him to greet him. You watched in confusion for a moment. The hell kind of name was that? 

“Bigs, this is Killer, he’s one of the new teachers for one of my mechanics classes.” You blinked, nodding at him, still stunned by how unbelievably hot he was. 

“Killer, this is my older sibling, y/n.” Killer offered a small wave with a lazy smile that made your heart skip a beat and your body warm up. “‘S a pleasure. Heard a lot about you.”

You glared at your brother for a moment who shot his hands up in defense. “All good things, I promise.”

“Bullshit.”

He cackled, putting his hands back down. “You’re right.”

You felt your eye twitch, but you kept yourself in check. You looked to Killer. “You said you wanted to take on the challenge?” you mused, a devious glint in your eye as a grin spread across your face. You were going to absolutely obliterate him.

Killer matched your grin. “Absolutely. I’ve heard about your skills, so I figured I’d test the waters. I play a lot myself, actually.” He shrugged.

Kid spoke up. “They’re undefeated, so I’d proceed with caution.” Without looking away from you, Killer nodded. “No need. I think it’ll be fine.”

Now, who the hell did he think he was? He really had that much confidence that he thought he was going to beat you? Genuinely? You narrowed your eyes at him. You weren’t going to admit it, but his cockiness was insanely hot. Too bad you were about to humble the shit out of him. Nothing excited you more than being able to crush the dreams of the hopeful.

“Then take your place at the other side of the table.” You gestured.

He did as instructed and the game began. You started off strong, immediately sinking the first one. He tossed his ball and it bounced off one of them. “Oo, too bad. Sure it’s just a warm up, right?” you mused, grinning.

He just shrugged, sharing your grin. He didn’t seem to be worried at all in the slightest. 

You decided to give him a fair shot, purposefully missing some to keep the game going. Some of his that spun around the inside of the cup, you could’ve pulled in time but you let sink. 

“Stop doing that,” Killer said, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes at you as you missed another shot.

“Doing what?” You blinked. There was no way he caught on that easily. He’d never seen you play before, so how the hell would he know?

“You know what you’re doing.” You narrowed your eyes at him, putting a hand on your hip. “If that’s the way you want to be - fine. Don’t cry when I obliterate you.” You were pissed now. Who the hell did he think he was?

It wasn’t long before you knocked out most of his cups and he’d only gotten one or two of yours. He was about to toss when he paused. “What do I get if I win?” he asked, a mischievous look in his eyes.

You blinked, looking at the table. There was no way in hell this man was winning. It’d be a miracle. “If you somehow manage to make it back and win - I’ll give you the best head you’ve ever had,” you snorted, rolling your eyes. 

“I could’ve went my whole life without hearing that,” Kid chimed from the sidelines, making a face. You just looked at him. “Sorry not sorry. Maybe you shouldn’t be in here with the grown ups then.”

“You’re only four years older than me, Bigs, so shut up.” You both were in your twenties, but it was your duty as the older sibling to always hang it above his head that you were, in fact, older.

You just snorted, rolling your eyes before you heard a ball sink into one of your cups. You blinked, looking to Killer across the table. Lucky shot. “You should be focused on me,” he said, a glint of something wild in his eyes. It made your heart race with excitement. “You want head that bad?”

“Okay, I’m out.” Kid threw his hands up, heading out of the room and you just laughed, but you didn’t take your eyes off the man across the table from you.

Killer just shrugged, the corner of his mouth curling a bit. “Maybe.” You didn’t know what he was playing, but it excited you.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how it happened, but next thing you knew, you both only had one cup left. He had been able to distract you during your throws to make you miss, pulled out your ball as it spun in the cup, and sink every single one of his ping pong balls into the cups. People had started gathering, watching as you desperately tried to save face. You had no idea what was going on. You’d never been smoked like this before.

“Were you fucking toying with me this whole time?” you said, feeling your eye twitch as you glared at the man before you. He just grinned, shrugging. “I did say that I play too.”

With that, he sank his ball into your cup. This was your last chance - redemption. If you made it into his cup, you’d be safe and the both of you would go another round. You took a deep breath, not looking at him. You knew if you did, you’d fuck up and end up missing your shot.

You went to throw but heard him make a noise, drawing your attention to him. He looked at you, winking and licking his lips right as you threw the ball. As you predicted, you fucking missed, costing you the game. The room was silent for a moment, distant conversations heard in others rooms and music thumping.

Then it erupted into cheers. “That was the greatest game I’ve ever watched!”

“Holy shit, I can’t believe they lost!”

“Finally! Someone who was able to knock them down a peg!”

“Was kind of hoping they would win. It’s weird having a different reigning champ now.”

The conversations and cheers blurred together as you just stared at the cup across from you. You couldn’t fucking believe you just lost. Three years and you’ve never lost. Not once. Ever since you started playing, you were just fucking good at it. And now that was all over.

You didn’t even process that Killer had moved from his spot until you felt someone hoist you over their shoulder. You were yanked back into reality as you were lifted into the air. “What the hell?!” You noticed that it was Killer who had tossed you over his shoulder.

“I believe someone owes me ‘the best head I’ve ever had’,” he mused as he started carrying you towards the staircase that led to the bedrooms upstairs. This motherfucker had been planning this all along and you couldn’t believe you fell for it - hook, line, and sinker. Fuck.

Dammit. You just had to say that, didn’t you? You grumbled. As you were carried, various people whistled and cheered. “Yeah! Get it, newbie!”

“Gotta pay up, y/n!” 

“Taking your spoils from victory, huh?” 

You covered your face with your hands, feeling your entire body heat up with embarrassment. You couldn’t fucking believe this. And now everyone knew what was going to happen next and you couldn’t function. You just had to open your big mouth. God, you were never living this down. This was like the walk of shame only before the shag not after.

You heard him enter a room and close the door before setting you down gently. You still had your face hidden, unable to look at him.

“Y/n?” You were silent, not wanting to say anything. You were beyond embarrassed at this point. You felt his hands on yours, trying to pull your hands away. You kept them firm against your face and you heard him sigh, his breath dancing across your skin.

“Y/n, I’m not going to make you do anything. That was all for show.”

“Bullshit.” You finally removed your hands from your face, narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m sure you want nothing more than to put the mouthy brat in thei-” You stopped, noticing the concerned look on his face.

You blinked, processing. Oh, he was serious. You shook your head, pulling your hands away and pushing him towards the bed.

“Nah, I keep my word. So, you best get ready for the best blow job you’ve ever had.” He stumbled, plopping onto the edge of the bed in surprise. It took him a moment to catch up before he snorted. “I mean, I’m not going to say no to a free blow job, but we’ll see if it’s the best.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He was using your competitiveness against you and it was working. How the fuck did he already have you figured out? You know what? What the fuck ever. You were going to give him the time of his life and make him beg for more.

You dropped to your knees right before the bed and in between his legs. “You know just how to get under my skin,” you grumbled.

“It’s not hard.” 

You just stopped for a moment, hands on his pants. “I will absolutely rip your dick off.” He just stuck his hands up with a snort. “I fold. I’d like to keep my dick. Besides, how am I supposed to rail you otherwise?”

You blinked several times. Oh? “You think you’re gonna rail me, huh?” He just grinned and you narrowed your eyes. You didn’t know what fucking game he was playing but you were about to bite his entire dick off if he kept it up.

You made quick work of his pants, undoing the buttons and pulling him out. Your eyes widened slightly. Jesus fuck, he was huge. Possibly the biggest you’ve been with. That thing could tear you in half probably. You could feel your own body heat up, it only made you more excited.

With as hard as he was, you were sure he’s been hard for a while now. “Beer pong your version of foreplay?” you mused, pressing a kiss to the base of his cock. He let out a hiss through his teeth, leaning back on his hands. “Not really,” he ground out. If these minimal touches were enough to make him act like that, you weren’t sure he was going to last long at all.

You began to slide your hand up and down the length of his cock, earning a small groan from him. “Not really? Then what was it then?” A smug smile spread across your face as you dragged your palm over his tip before running your hand back down again. You could already see his chest heaving. He was already struggling.

“Probably something to do with the really cute hot head across from me,” he ground out. You gasped as he called you a ‘hot head’, squeezing the base of his cock, causing him to growl slightly as he tilted his head back. Oh, you liked that noise.

“A hot head, huh?” Was he wrong? No, but you weren’t about to let him just call you that. You let go of him, standing up. “I believe I told you to stop playing these games, Killer,” you mused, turning and acting like you were about to leave when you felt him grab your wrist, pulling you into his lap.

You gasped, feeling your face set ablaze. His lips pressed against your neck as your back pressed against his chest. You went to pull away but his arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you in close. “Don’t be like that,” he cooed against you. You felt a shiver down your spine, your heart about to jump out of his chest. “I won’t do it again, I promise.” You had a small feeling he knew exactly what game you were playing, but he was going along with it. Probably seeing if you’d stick to your bit.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep yourself in check and trying to keep your attitude the same. You cleared your throat. “F-Fine.” You were trying hard to keep yourself together and not fling yourself at him.

“I’ll let it slide. This is your last chance.” You were fighting to keep your breathing even as you felt him smile against your skin. God fucking dammit. He was impossible.

You pulled away from him again and he let you go this time as you dropped between his knees once more. Your face felt like it was on fire as you suddenly wondered if you reacted exactly how he had planned. Was he some evil mastermind? No, it wasn’t that.

Jesus fuck could your mind just shut up. It wasn’t that deep.

You took his cock in your hand once more, feeling it twitch with excitement. You looked up as he licked his lips, watching you. Again, your face felt like it was on fire under his intense stare but you shrugged it off, pressing your lips to the tip. You felt his body shift as he leaned back on his hands once more, slowly melting as you began to run your tongue down the side of his shaft.

One of his hands found its way into your hair, tugging at it slightly as you began to slide the entirety of his cock into your mouth. The deeper you took him - the harder he pulled, making you moan around him. The sudden vibration caused him to buck his hips, shoving himself down your throat rather suddenly. 

Luckily for you, you didn’t really have a gag reflex, so you mostly just widened your eyes in surprise as you suddenly felt your throat stretch and your nose press against him. Fuck, you could probably reach your own climax just from giving him a blow job at this rate.

You slowly pulled off of him, making him groan lowly. You quickly found a rhythm and pace, beginning to bob your head and work his cock like the pro you were. This wasn’t your first rodeo sucking dick, but it surely was the biggest.

You just prayed you didn’t end up with lockjaw due to his size. That would be a nightmare; not to mention you’d die of embarrassment.

It wasn’t long before you felt Killer begin to roll his hips, pressing him further down your throat each time. “Fuck,” he breathed, panting heavily at this point. Honestly, he was lasting longer than you thought he would. You thought he would’ve finished the first time you shoved him down your throat, but he was still going.

With how much he was twitching and throbbing, you knew he didn’t have much longer anymore.

The hand in your hair suddenly grabbed you a bit rougher, keeping you in place slightly. Your eyes widened as you knew exactly what he was going to do next, so you relaxed your jaw and gripped his thighs as you braced yourself. His hips started thrusting much rougher now as he fucked the shit out of your throat. 

You definitely were gonna feel that in the morning. Not that you cared because honestly, this was the best time you’ve had in a while. Shit, you might have to keep him around.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your own body heating up more and more. A coil was forming in your stomach, tightening with each thrust as you held onto his hips for dear life. Were you really going to finish just from this?

Part of you hoped that he wouldn’t be tapped out after this so you could keep going.

The man’s hips suddenly stopped as he shoved himself deep down your throat, releasing fully inside of you. It was enough to send you over the edge, moaning against him as you came yourself, making a mess of the pants you were wearing. Fuck.

Killer slowly pulled out of you, you carefully making sure you swallowed every bit of semen that he gave you as he did so. Once he was pulled out, you gasped for air. Both of you were panting; your head spinning rapidly, your body buzzing. Fuck, you hadn’t felt this good in a long time.

You felt him pull you up, kissing you hard and sloppy. Instantly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back, and moaned into him. 

After a few minutes of a hard make out session, he pulled away from you. Both of you were still panting, but a little less so than before. “You still have it in you to keep going?”

You looked at him with surprise, but excitement. You had hoped he’d have enough juice to keep going. “Mm, maybe. How’d I do? Best you’ve ever had?”

“Gonna have to start calling you Sloppenheimer with how bomb that head was.”

You stopped, looking at him with an unreadable expression. Then you stood up, throwing your hands up. “Okay, I’m out.” Just as your brother had done earlier.

Killer laughed. “Wait, no!” 

“No! Absolutely not! I can’t believe you said that!” You felt as he grabbed you around the waist pulling you back into bed. “That’s the dorkiest and dumbest thing I’ve ever heard!” you shrieked as he pinned you beneath him. You pouted up at him.

“You’re right. You’re right. I’m sorry. Should’ve saved that line for later.” He grinned, looking down at you. “You actually should never had said it because that was so lame.”

He just smiled at you. “You win. That was the best head I’ve ever had. Gonna have to keep you around,” he mused. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, shut up and just fuck me already.” 

Killer just grinned, kissing you hard. You knew you were going to be in for a long night. And he was right, you were probably gonna have to keep him around.

[callmearcturus]

1, 2, 7 and/or 8, 13

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

2 and 8 and 13

Already answered.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

/laughs. Jake's POV chapter in KTOWL. I'll grab some excerpts. MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR ACT THREE OF KTOWL.

Ah, Striders. He was becoming uncommonly fond of them. And how could he not? In Abraxas, every vice and temptation flowed like water from a well, and Jake rarely considered any of them. All the designer drugs their apothecaries cooked up, and Jake stuck to good old dextroamphetamine and calmag.

But now that he'd gotten one Strider and glimpsed the other two? Jake wanted in a way he rarely wanted anything. His hands curled when he thought about the Umbral Executor. Oh, he carried a torch for him. Or, a knife, really. The very same Dirk had flung into Jake's shoulder was always on Jake's person, always in a tidy little sheath Jake had put together for it. He'd wear it over his heart if it wouldn't break the line of his shirts.

Not that the lovely accountant was forgotten. Truly, the manner in which he assumed he was forgotten was enough to keep him vivid in Jake's mind. Sorrow hung around him and clung to Jake in his wake, like a bruise he couldn't stop touching, like a sticky remnant that clung to his fingers no matter how much he washed. Sweet and sad, and Jake wanted to drive a knife through Caliborn's skull for the chance to see him smile.

Jake's POV chapter was all about showing off what an absolutely unhinged motherfucker he is, the specificity of him. And the specificity of Jake Abraxas English is so goddamn important for a lot of reasons, but mainly to make him feel as inhuman as possible. He's the head of a drug empire and sticks to his prescriptions. He got stabbed by Dirk and keeps the knife in a handmade sheaf as a sign of devotion. He thinks killing Caliborn would make Dave smile.

Jake hated losing, and picked his battles accordingly. That one, he kept folded up in his pocket, waiting for such a time when he might win. If only she'd realize his winning was to everyone's benefit.

But that was a matter for another night. For now, Jake mixed some of the botanical gin she always had on hand, cucumber, mint, and a splash of St Germain.

A little of this, a little of that, all captured in glass. Jake never drank, but there wasn't much difference between neon and cocktails. There wasn't much difference between neon and anything.

Jake never loses not just because he's a formidable foe and powerful presence Under the Table, but because he selects his fights like he's counting cards against the universe.

And "There wasn't much difference between neon and anything." Not only does Jake have a batshit way of looking at the world, but he applies the same ruleset to everything, from mixology to gunfights to corporate warfare.

"Isn't that rule one? Never put yourself in a position to lose." She came into view with proximity, melting out of the shadows. Her cane tapped very quietly against the dubiously-colored carpet.

"That is what I say, isn't it," Jake murmured, picking up the ball and starting it up again.

Again, specificity with how Jake phrases everything is-- I put TREMENDOUS effort into every word in every sentence. I wanted to foster this idea that Jake was Crafted. He was created by his grandmother to be this exact monster. So he mentions how he manipulates circumstances to always win earlier, then the same thing is said by the woman who created him, trying to imbue this... discomfort to his making.

Once, Rose had snippily asked if Jake had been grown in a vat for just this purpose, his purpose. He had smiled but had not laughed.

(CACKLES)

It was a special kind of fool who cheated his way into Jake's territory and then didn't even have the decency to have arms ready when Jake stepped into the trap.

The knife Dirk had gifted him just a few miles away in an alleyway in this very city seemed a fitting end for this absolute idiot. Drawing it silently, Jake quick-stepped across the plush (silent) rug that ran from the door to the desk.

There was no hesitation; if the troll looked up, he was done for. Jake kicked the back of the fellow's leg hard, buckling it. The troll let out one of those panicked trills, his hand slapping against the desk.

The muscle in that arm corded as he prepared to shove himself back up. Jake grabbed a fistful of hair— his horns were too short to be of any use here— and yanked him back.

The posture pole pressed firmly against Jake's thigh as he shoved the knife against the troll's throat. "Clementine, what a surprise! Have you done something to your hair? New cologne?"

Up to this point, the audience has mostly experienced Jake through Dirk's eyes, and there's always been an unspoken understanding that Jake would not kill Dirk. So when an intruder shows up and annoys Jake, I wanted his response to feel smart and certain and natural to him. I wanted the audience to understand that Jake is fucking dangerous.

"How much do you love him? Because some things you won't get back."

Jake watched Karkat realize his meaning, dark and bitter chocolate melting across Jake's tongue as comprehension dawned on Karkat's face.

Jake is a freak. He tells a guy he likes, who he's taken an immediate shine to, tells the guy "I'm gonna cut off your arm" and Karkat's dawning understanding does for Jake what any Abraxas designer drug does for the masses. He's a monster, and I love him.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Yo I snuck in here when I saw owari no seraph, and let me just say I agree. Shinoa was actually one of my all time faves when I was younger. And I was so happy we were finally breaking away from the one girl has to be sweet the other has to be mean trope in Mangas and anime. I think you're right on the money though and I say that with every female character in every piece of media. If she was a man people would worship her. Like you can get two characters that are exactly the same but of different genders and see how differently they are treated by the fan base. Anofher thing (whole reason I'm on anon) is the mlm shippers can get a whole nother level of crazy when their ship is threatened and it's honestly concerning. Like it's sometimes misogynistic with how hateful they can be like damn. It's honestly why I prefer hyperfixating when so.ething isn't so popular because the more people in a Fandom it feels like the worse it gets. Anyways, slay, drink, and be merry anon out

It's okay anon, feel free to use me as a shield because I utterly despise those annoying shippers! 🔪🔪🔪 Before anyone gets any stupid ideas, I'm not attacking anyone for liking the ship, I'm attacking the annoying motherfuckers who want to slit my throat for not vibing with it myself.

Okay, good.

Back when Furina was first announced in Genshin, I remember that lotssss of people didn't like her, kept calling her a brat and all that stuff. AND THEN YOU LITERALLY HAVE WANDERER AND THEY WERE ALL OVER HIM, HELLO??? I just KNOW that if Furina was a dude, people would have been down bad. Thankfully, her perception did change with time as the story developed and people got a better grasp of her character but. Man. I'm still salty just thinking about it.

And it sucks because the same can't be said for Shinoa.

I have a personal soft spot for her, I can't help it, I'm biased. She bullies Yuu but isn't a jerk about it, and that felt like such a breath of fresh air a few years ago. Characters like her were usually rivals or just straight up villains, not important to the overall story. Just an annoying bitch that the MC had to get rid of OR if it was a female mc (especially if it's a romance anime) she was always kicked to the curb.

My girl Shinoa deserves BETTER.

[gothy-froggy]

Hi so sorry about One Piece literally being my Roman Empire right now but I have a few things I think are really silly and wholesome.

So I have this character I made while I was bored. She’s known as “strange creature” because…she’s a strange creature

And I’m imagining that this like 2-3 feet creature being in the One Piece universe where literally no one can be mean or bring themselves to harm her.

This motherfucker is like SCP 999 just silent and stares. That gives everyone she likes gifts that she finds.

Strange creature gives people gifts that reminds her of them. If she really likes someone she makes gifts for them. So I’ll be telling you all which gifts she gives to different One Piece characters because come on, she’s adorable.

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Luffy

Old key

Strange creature’s first gift for Luffy was a key. Why?

Well to strange creature, keys unlock a door to a new journey and a new story. She sees Luffy as a key since he just goes right for it, into the unknown without fear. She sees him just as adventurous as a key ready to unlock a new journey.

Zoro

Pillow

She knows that humans need to sleep. So Zoro barely getting any sleep but also sleeping a lot concerns her in her own way. Because he naps she sees a pillow and it reminds her of him.

The gift is also out of concern and her telling him to get more rest. She’ll just go to his room, grab the pillow and just chuck the pillow at his face. I’m not joking. She literally does that.

Nami

Unopened crystal

Do y’all remember that Barbie movie where Barbie has an amethyst and calls the guy “unassuming?” That’s what I mean, but the meaning is different.

Strange creature holds the amethyst as if it’s a rock before opening it to Nami. It’s her basically saying that she comes off as cold and tough on the outside, but has a tragic yet beautiful story that made her such a wonderful woman. Strange creature tries to write out what she means, but she doesn’t know English so the gang just needs to decipher her language.

Usopp

Carnelian necklace

Now strange creature can’t exactly connect with him, which is rather unusual for her. It’s not that she dislike or hate him, she just doesn’t fully understand him.

But she knows he’s scared. She wants to help. So strange creature gives him…a necklace? No, no, no, a carnelian necklace. Strange creature studied crystals because they’re colorful and shiny. She loves those things. She learned how to read the English language, but can’t write. So she made a (awful) drawing demonstrating that carnelian gives you confidence. She just wants to help Usopp to help him reach his dream :(

Shanks

Fox plushie

Strange Creature kept following Shanks around and that’s how she ended up just being with him. Shanks literally could not shake this small thing off. So he eventually gave up and just allowed her. Strange creature comes up to a hungover Shanks just staring at him until he asks what she wants and she just holds the fox plushie up to him.

Strange creature loves foxes. She likes that they’re playful, cute yet very mischievous. Foxes reminds her of Shanks on so many levels. So strange creature found a fox plushie and gave it to Shanks. In her very terrible hand writing, there’s a note saying “remins me of yu”

…she’s still learning English leave her alone.

She also customizes it by giving it a straw hat, his scars, and a black jacket by a fabric she found.

Mihawk

White rose

Let’s say she lands in One Piece and ended up with Mihawk than the straw hats. It didn’t take her long to like Mihawk. Sure, his style isn’t the most bright and colorful out there, but he’s stylish. She likes it. So Mihawk’s gift is a white rose. Very elegant, very pretty but those thorns hurt.

Strange creature saw someone get hurt by the thorn of a rose and it reminded her of Mihawk. So she took one. She chose white because it’s not a flashy color, but fits Mihawk’s style and aesthetic well, like the feather on his hat. So she took a white rose, waddled on over to a sitting down with feet up on desk Mihawk and gave him the white rose.

Arlong

Armor piece

Arlong probably saw it as an insult so she attempts to draw it multiple times to explain. One that finally works is Arlong in front of a mirror and the reflection being the piece of armor. The fishmen and strange creature playing game to help Arlong know the meaning of the odd gift 😭

This was her basically saying he’s a very tough cookie. Both physically and personality wise. Though she isn’t insulting Arlong. Strange creature thinks everyone should be a little bit a strong cookie like him. In a way, strange creature respects Arlong and she saw a shiny armor piece as Arlong.

Buggy

Colorful jacket

Strange creature most likely gets along with Buggy with the most, or at least top 3. If a strange creature ended up with Buggy, she loved the circus. So much. When they go to a village, she walks over to Buggy and give him a really, really nice bright jacket that’s right up his alley.

Style, bright, colorful things will almost always go to Buggy. So when she sees the jacket, she uses her strange yet adorable face to get for free along with a little rock, thinking it’s money, to give to buggy. She’s struggles a bit. Strange creature his carrying this big jacket around, bumping into things and people until she stumbles over to Buggy. She was very proud of her find.

Circus themed tarot cards

Two gifts? Wow, she gets along with him. Strange creature saw Buggy trying to get information with some cards and went for a little hunt on land for some tarot cards. She found a shop and looked for the perfect deck. Strange creatures found one that has clowns and were very circus themed. She held the card deck up to Buggy.

Juggling balls, Buggy themed

Yes, Buggy had became strange creature’s favorite. So much, Buggy got a deserved handmade gift from her. Strange creature noticed how much Buggy juggles. So she wanted to show how much she really sees Buggy as her friend.

So she spent a lot of time to make Buggy handmade juggling balls that represents Buggy the Clown. Some having the Buggy skull symbol, some with him in a simple yet nice art style, and his colors. She leaves them in a present box for him. She was also very proud of her work for him.

[cyvonix]

Cyv Reads Homestuck - Act 5 Act 1 Wrapup

Just finished Act 5 Act 1. Holy FUCK. I actually need a moment to collect my thoughts. Might be a minute. Which is to say, no time at all for you, unless you want to simulate the experience of me writing this by walking away from the screen for a few minutes...

Hey, welcome back. Unless you just kept reading in which case you're ruining the sanctity of this whole thing. Shame on you. Anyway.

Act 5 has been a huge departure for Homestuck in a few different ways, and the biggest reason for all of them is our new focus: the trolls. The trolls and their bizarre world help introduce us to entirely new aspects of the story, and presumably prep us for what is to come in terms of both scale and content. This act is one of extremes, taking further steps toward both sides of the emotional spectrum.

On the one hand, things are sillier than ever. The strange and oddly beautiful world of Alternia, its incomprehensible culture, its boisterous personalities; it's all wonderfully playful in its execution, reveling in the ability to craft a whole new world from scratch, unbound by the expectations of our own reality. The characters we're introduced to, consequently, are equally fun to learn about and be placed in the shoes of. Seriously, all the trolls except Equius are a joy to read, each filling the role of a specific archetype that is simple to understand from the onset, yet developed into fuller personalities as the act progresses. There's practically a particular troll for every kind of person, and I can totally understand how such personal connections were formed from a fandom perspective. These motherfuckers BEG for it.

On the other hand, things have never been more dire, more dramatic, more unsettling. Firstly, in the interpersonal sense. This act struck me as one where, as opposed to the previous acts feeling very much like a story about children, it is explicitly a story about teenagers specifically. There is a much greater emphasis on the confusing and sometimes frustrating experience of existing as an adolescent around your peers, letting the determinant factors in how things progress be friendship, romance, jealousy, rivalry, and all the other angsty feelings you would expect from a cohort of this age range. And despite the alien world and any of the bonkers social rituals or mating practices thrown into the mix, these core emotions still come through as clearly as they would in human children, climaxing in often devastating displays of sadness and revenge.

Outside of mere sociality, the cosmic horror present in the world of Homestuck is also more pronounced than ever. With the formal introduction of characters such as Doc Scratch and Lord English, the stakes are raised even further, leading us to inhabit a world truly eldritch in nature, one where time loops and visions of the future can be ghastly and harrowing. Some are left destined for damnation, as we and they are both left simply waiting to see how their undoing will occur. The idea that many of these characters seem trapped within an inescapable path to their own destruction, that some timelines are preordained to be martyred for the greater good - it's all quite unnerving.

Knowing all of this, I can hardly imagine how it will feel once we refocus on our four main characters. Hussie has opened the flood gates in respect to the depth and seriousness the storytelling is permitted, and with the events of the fourth act providing so many world-changing developments to the kids, I can only imagine that they and this new storyline will converge in the biggest and most revelatory act yet. Because as much as I've praised this act, it admittedly did feel mostly like setup; the careful placing of pieces and recitation of instructions before they are all catapulted into something greater. For this, I couldn't be more excited. Once again, thanks if you read all of this, I appreciate it lots and would love to hear what you think. Here are some random highlights and unorganized thoughts of mine before I sign off:

My favorite troll from an aesthetic and relatability perspective is Nepeta, the beautiful perfect catgirl she is.

My favorite from a personality perspective is Kanaya, because she just seems to be a really sweet and caring person and I'm intrigued to learn any more about her. Maybe tied is Terezi, who I find a blast to read absolutely all the time and who also seems to be a pretty nuanced character despite first appearance.

My favorite from a storytelling perspective is Vriska, who I fuuuckin hate. ARGH. Can't stand u. But god damn you're written so well and are so interesting and I wanna know bout u.

On a somewhat related note, wow! [S] Make Her Pay! Cool ass animation this time around: lots of beautiful artwork, sick soundtrack, awesome set pieces. Wonderfully done.

The end of this act?? Omg???? The entire monologue section from Aradia was bone chilling, and led up to what was such a SHOCKING revelation to me in that the trolls created Earth I fucking guess????? idk, maybe other people had guessed it by that point and I'm just an idiot but absolutely no part of me even slightly guessed that that was what was going on and it was insane and awesome to learn.

The art overall kinda took a big step up this act, just wayyyy more panels that were detailed pieces rather than the representational sprite art. I dig it.

So so so curious what ungodly series of events leads to the kids causing a literal rift in time space

[touchmycoat]

been thinking a version of hanahaki where it's not unrequited love but unwanted love that manifests as plant growth, and it's not just love but potentially all feelings. Symptoms building up to the full development of the plant are more obvious, and for most people, actually producing and expelling the plant means a total exorcism of that unwanted emotion—as in, it will never grow again. The plant is your immune system's response to the disease of unwanted feelings, and once the plant is mature, you now have immunity to that unwanted feeling.

anyways the qijiu version of this where SJ is a biological anomaly. Fully manifesting a plant doesn't make him immune—it just keeps growing over and over and over again, and hanahaki becomes short-term solutions to a larger, more persistent question. The unwanted feeling in question? His care of YQY, of course. Canon-compliant: he joins Cang Qiong and is fucking determined to forget Qi-ge as he'd been forgotten, but he still sees, much to his displeasure, the hardships YQY has to go through as the next Sect Leader. SJ investigate and seethes from the shadows because there are snakes everywhere and YQY isn't fucking accounting for it. SJ doesn't want to care but does. SJ doesn't want to help but does, steadfastly burying all evidence of his involvement in securing YQY's well-being.

The only "evidence" he can't hide is the growing forest of bamboo on Qing Jing. There's minor relief, some apathy to be had every time he vomits up a tender bamboo shoot, and ironically, those are the times he's most civil to YQY. Apathy hardly begets passion, after all, and spite runs on passion. But over and over again, the same care takes root, and for the times when the plant is still maturing inside him, SJ can't help but care. He resents YQY for it. He resents his own body's failure to properly immunize him against this single feeling. But there's nothing for it except to keep planting.

Sometimes, he contemplates burning the whole forest down. It's not like it would make a difference—once out, the plant doesn't hold any magical properties, nor does it need to be kept alive for the "immunity" to hold. He'd only planted them at all in the first place because—well, because—

They got out, didn't they? They may have been unwanted but they did their jobs; they cleared the disease from SJ's body for just a moment, at least, and whatever the world thought, SJ wasn't nastiness incarnate. Stupid to vindictively crush a bunch of bamboo shoots, wasn't it? And once they were out they would either dry up and die or take root and thrive; it was no skin off SJ's back to just chuck them into some dirt and let them do their thing.

But now the bamboo forest was famous. A true sign of its owner's beauty, elegance, and righteousness, was what they said. Only a true junzi could cultivate such a sight. The irony was painful with these motherfuckers. How dare they finally buy into SJ's grift of the great immortal Shen Qingqiu because of this? How dare they see the horrid, relentless proof of SJ's greatest weakness and decide that it was actually SJ's greatest accomplishment?

(He's both furious and devastated by the thought that this forest would be the most beautiful thing he's ever produced, as his relationships with his peers become more difficult. He hates the thought that this persistent care has and always will be the best part of him, that the other things he's doing to compete and survive are far more ugly.)

Anyways, this should be a fix-it. How? LQG puts it together? He's on patrol duty and so sees the rapid growth of the bamboo forest, even out of season. He delegates guards for merchant caravans and so sees the import manifests, where there's never any bamboo shoots being imported. He doesn't think too hard about it 'cause it could just be magic bamboo, but it means he's not very shocked when on a poorly timed mission, he spots SQQ with the symptoms of hanahaki. The pieces come together, and he's immediately judgy.

Hanahaki's debilitating. An expulsion can come during a fight. It's idiocy to let it run rampant.

You think I vomit up a lung once a week by choice? Immunity doesn't build for me so save your amateur doctor crap for someone who'll actually buy it.

I know you don't have immunity, that's not what I meant.

What exactly do you mean?

Whatever feeling you don't want? Want it.

That's the way LQG's been taught, at least. Look—pain is your body's way of telling you its needs, that something is wrong. Feelings are the same way. Not so much the fleeting feelings from moment to moment, but rather the persistent ones that have the strength and truth to manifest as hanahaki. If it's strong enough to give you symptoms, it's strong enough to teach you something about yourself. It's strong enough to be necessary for you to process.

The quintessential example from LQG's training is a student who one day loses a competition they fully intended to win. They are ashamed and devastated. Symptoms begin manifesting but they hide them, and one day, they cough up a small desert rose. From that day on the student was no longer ashamed of that loss, but had also completely lost all drive to work hard. The shame that they did not want was entwined with the desire to be a better fighter, and by not processing and accepting both those feelings in time, the student lost them both permanently.

The stakes obviously weren't as high for someone of SQQ's constitution, but still. Hanahaki wasn't without pain, and like LQG said, it would be bad to let it get the better of him during a battle.

As if it were that easy, SQQ replied, incredulously.

I didn't say it was easy, LQG said, annoyed. You just have to do it.

How, SQQ asked, do you want to care for someone who betrayed you? Someone who forgot completely about you and left you for dead?

Did they have a reason?

No.

You know this for certain?

Yes.

LQG was quiet for a long time.

So why do you care for them? he finally asked.

SQQ was quiet for a long time too.

Beside what they did to me, he said, they are, I suppose, good and kind.

Why does that matter to you?

There was enough emphasis on the you that SQQ sneered, knowing full well LQG meant an insult to his character. Indeed—SQQ hardly cared for good people. He'd never once indicated a belief that kindness ought to be fairly rewarded.

I wish it didn't.

LQG learned something about SQQ that day: the aloofness was, at least in part, an act. He said he didn't give a shit, but it wasn't true. In fact it was so untrue that he'd bled up a mountain of bamboo to cope with that lie.

I care for them on the basis of the devotion they showed to everybody but me, SQQ laughed. So tell me, Immortal Liu. Should I want this feeling?

LQG sighed, frustrated and final.

No. We'll find another cure.

[ragaatz]

Graves is such a fun piece of shit to think about. Just his fucking thoroughly and insurmountably American sense of infallibility crossbred into a notion of immortality that is purpose built into white straight American men—he can’t die or be sick or become prey, that shit happens to other people.

Like this dude has the stench of legacy on him. Could’ve been an officer, but, nah, has something to prove. Feels like a perpetual second place finishes with a grudge. Maybe had an older brother he was always only just trailing, but could never meet neck and neck, let alone surpass. Dad probably kept the oldest on his hip, a big fucking iron to fire at Phillip. Bet Phillip had to fight for every scrap of attention that man ever showed him, and still Dad only called for the oldest on his deathbed, reaching out to the oldest while life support could not save his dying body.

Did it matter that the oldest was dead, and that death is what put the old man in the ground? Did it matter that he reached for the oldest, but he found Phillip instead? Did it matter that at the very last breath, Dad—the Major, the Man, the Master of the Fucking Universe—couldn’t tell the godDAMNED DIFFERENCE between the two of them?

And, haha, what the fuck would that matter anyway? C’mon now. Phillip always knew the bitter old fuck put his money on the wrong horse. And, besides that, he was dumb. Stupid as a motherfucker, even, for putting all of his eggs in one basket. They all splattered when the basket wrapped itself around a tree doing 90 on those back roads. Got dark at night around Fort Hood, where the oldest was stationed, where the oldest started drinking and stopped talking after something bad happened.

The baby of the family ran off long before that, though, like a fuckin’ traitor. Of course, he’s a middle child, and of course he’s the only one that stuck around. Someone had to, for Chrissake. The oldest was too busy playing daddy’s golden goose, and the fuckin’ baby ran away to Smith College, dyed her hair purple, started fuckin’ women, and stopped shaving her fucking armpits. SOMEONE had to fucking STAY.

Phillip was the right choice for it.

I mean, c’mon, haha.

He was the only choice.

We all know that.

I mean, he’s a good country boy. A real red-blooded American male. And what good ol’ boy working stick around to make sure his mom was all set and taken care of? After all, she’s lost so much. A good woman like that shouldn’t have to go through so much grieving in one life. And any southern son worth his salt would say they love their mama.

And Phillip does. He loves his mom. Does the whole shebang. When he made made it through Ranger school, he bought her yellow roses. When he left the Rangers to start Shadow Company, with his dad’s dear old friend General Shepherd playing mentor and high roller, he bought her a house. When Shadow Company started rolling in that fuckin’ mad money, he bought her a goddamned Yorkie that pisses on EVERYTHING in the GODDAMNED FUCKING HOUSE.

But that’s what you do for mom. Tiffany silver on Mother’s Day, a Ford Expedition on her birthday. What’s the point of having credit cards if they aren’t constantly maxed the fuck out and bleeding your credit score down to nothing like a pig with a slit throat?

Haha, I mean, c’mon.

He loves his mom. Even if she can be a nagging bitch a lot of the time, and the most demanding, selfish, ungrateful, cold-ass woman he’s ever met in his life. And she just looks at him in a weird way that makes him want to snap her wrist, and he could do it, and she probably doesn’t even know he can. Doesn’t even know how close he’s come to executing it.

But, you know. That’s how moms are. Just women in general. They tend to get their panties in a twist and shutdown. It’s what his mom did at his wedding. It’s what his wife did right before the divorce. But, wow, helluva ceremony. His girl was a smoke show, a real fuckin’ rodeo queen. But a guy makes one mistake and fucks a little slip of a thing while he was overseas for months on end, and that’s not forgivable. Would’ve never even come up, if the stupid bitch didn’t show up on his goddamned doorstep wanting to surprise him.

[fishermcn]

nonchalantly furls a single tail around him whilst he is comfortably seated [ ... ] just so she can shamelessly tickle his nose with its fuzzy tip. ʚ^..^ɞ

@vulpesse // company kept with a crooked crow and his broken voice.

And to think, the evening had been almost damn peaceful thus far.

Above them the moon's shining full and bright, hanging just over the clearing and casting pale rays across the tree tops. Seated at the foot of a great oak and further illuminated by the oil lantern's light from where he's hung it on the branch above, Crow's hands seem a blur as they fiddle with the iron innards of a trap spread out before him. Soot-stained fingers twist and tighten bolts into place, fingernails pry and pick at the seams in search of anything too loose, and every so often a knife's blade scrape-scrapes a bit of gunk free before he's exchanging it for another of seemingly endless pieces.

Witness to this time-honored and well practiced maintainance would've been Hayan, clever and cunning for all the fraility of its frame, but the little bastard's slothful nature has long since lulled it to sleep in a messy sprawl across Crow's narrow lap. Every so often its companionship is rewarded with a pause, a considering hum directed at the many gears and springs, and a hand absentmindedly wiped on a once-clean rag before settling on the fox's head. Scritch-scratch, scritch-scratch goes the stained hand between the fox's ears before Crow remembers himself with a scoff and returns to his tinkering.

It's as much a peace as he's ever been allowed, no matter the strangeness of his surroundings or the company kept with or without his consent, and the oft-constant tension riddling his slight frame is for once nowhere to be seen.

Fitting then that Ahri comes along to make a right mess of things.

Crow doesn't seem to notice the first pass of the intruding tail, flinty eyes merely narrowing. At the second tickling his cheek there's an annoyed grunt and a distracted, thoughtless swat of a stained hand at the intrusion. It isn't until the final pass that her efforts are rewarded with a twitch, the fur brushing just under his nose causing him to twitch and seize for but a moment-- before he sneezes with a rattling wheeze.

Several things occur within the span of that same moment. Whatever scrap of iron Crow had been holding goes flying off past the treeline, Hayan wakes with a startle that sends it wiggling straight onto the ground with a muffled whump, and that rude tail that had caused the entire upset recieves a freshly greased, sooty hand print from his flailing about.

"Motherfucker..." he manages once the sneezing fit subsides, eyes watering and nose pinched between his fingers. Crow aims a glare her way, ignoring the betrayed look from Hayan for daring to unseat it amidst his bout of sneezing, but whatever black oath he's got on the tip of his tongue freezes there at the sight of the fresh stain dirtying her fur. That irritable spark in his gaze is snuffed out, the tension of his jaw loosens, and the seemingly permanent frown on his thin lips curls at the corners. "You, ya look..."

Then an entirely different fit seizes hold of him, and the shoulders of that ragged Crow begin to shake as he bends in on himself with laughter. It's a raspy, rattling sound that sounds like it's scraping against his throat as it comes out, guttering out inbetween his horrendous coughing but no less amused for it. Tears of an entirely different sort than before build in the corner of his eyes as he cackles himself stupid at the sight of her, savage and alluring spirit of the wilds, mussed up by his own hand.

"Lookin' like a chimney sweep felt ya up! Got frisky on a roof, ya did" Another long wheeze, punctuated by the rattling of starving lungs and bits of laughter slipping inbetween his gasping. Whatever attention had been granted to his prior fixation now scattered who knows where across the clearing is now solely Ahri's, and when he finally regains some small semblance of control over himself Crow offers her a smirk that for once isn't entirely mocking.

"Ain't too bad a look. Don't always gotta look so prim'n soft."

[deviantartdramahub]

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What the fuck is this nonsense? frigidhermitprincess admits to having done a roleplay with Club-Dreamiverse, but then complains about another one they did together? Is she blind or something, or did she not read the comments from the past? He has already said many times that his roleplay is based on people accepting people who have autism. But she took it out of context and made it sound like a twisted creepy grooming fetish or something, indicating that she is one of those people who thinks autism is a disease, like what the fuck you piece of shit!

Being autistic does not mean you have an illness or disease. It means your brain works in a different way from other people's. It's something you're born with. Signs of autism might be noticed when you're very young or not until you're older. If you're autistic, you'll be autistic for the rest of your life.Autism is not a medical condition with treatments or a "cure." But some people need support to help them with certain things. And if that wasn't bad enough, she then goes on to attack Triagonal, claiming she is a paedophile without anything to back it up other than some rather out of context bullshit when Triagonal asked if there were any shipping options, such as how she would fucking get the fanfic she requested. To me, this must have been an actual paperback or hardcover book; otherwise, I highly doubt Tri would have even asked about the option at all! And need I remind anybody that DeviantArtDramaNow is a pissant shithole blog that fucking specialises in terrorism as well as propaganda? For example, the Co-Founder, who is a fucking drug abuser, claimed I was defending paedophiles because I debunked and proved that her shitblog was lying about Tri. And there is also the fact that the Co-Founder, aka. Morothais, is also protecting a catfish sexual predator named BirdThatWhispers, aka. AnimeCitizen, or whatever name he goes by now! Who was seen and caught forcing a 14-year-old girl into a spanking fetish after previously forcing a girl into his favourite fetish, tenical porn! Sadly, the second girl took her own life a week after she told me she would have loved to work with me on an anime one day, but then, after about a week, I never heard from her again. It was confirmed in the news that she had died by her own hand. Thanks to that rat-faced motherfucking cunt! THAT! And Tri, along with other friends of mine who are also being forced to share that fate, is why I'm so fucking enraged at those cunts over on DeviantArtDramaNow, and Bird, and Eve... They'd say otherwise because they know they've lost their grip on us!

Amen to all that. Autism is as valid as its alternatives. Someone with autism can be as much to a society as anyone else. Aristotle was said to have autism, two other examples of such people being Jordan Peterson and Satoshi Tajiri, the maker of Pokémon. Maligning it leads to the destruction of its people.

I (unlike many people, namely all entities mentioned in the linked reply chain, which everyone should be reminded only has screenshots) don't claim to know everything about what's going on, but in the spirit of the justice and peace-making done here in this Tumblr group, if Club-Dreamiverse is able to use Tumblr (or send a proxy to do the following), he is allowed to make a case for himself.

Triagonal on the other hand has been my username (still is, I kept many of my features because my departure was based on a misunderstanding) and I can at least speak for myself, starting with asking if what frigidhermitprincess said is an attack on an aspiringly merciful judge (as I am the judge of this group). To respond to her accusation towards me, I'm asexual. I didn't know it was still common for skeptics of asexuality to claim asexuals are closeted predators; I know in some places this is a hate crime (but as seem to be shown in all of these DA links, we can only hope the latter's followers would care).

She too isn't unwelcome to make her case here, where it would be viewed under a fairer microscope.

[demonir]

Thinking about this dream I had yesterday that had some strange moments, not because “oh dream logic” but because it kinda broke the rules of how my dreams normally go and once I woke up I kept thinking about it for half the day

Content warning for house invasion… it doesn’t actually happen but I’m gonna mention it given that it’s a recurring nightmare I have.

Also engineer tf2 was in there for some reason he’s like the tutorial npc that traps you inside the scenario but the dream is not mostly about him

Normally there’s hardly any “scene cuts” or “fade ins/outs” between different dreams, they all sorta blend in with each other which will have me like idk… sitting in my living room talking to someone but then 2 minutes later I am outside in the middle of a forest chasing frogs, you get that?

Anyways this started as what I’ll call a “dream transition” I was inside my home in my old teenage room although the furniture was arranged weirdly but that’s not the point, I was with someone (with a very vague appearance but I somehow identified as fem) and we talked and stuff happened (the details of that stay with me bc it’s embarrassing) at some point we are dealing with robot babies, robot cats, and robot dogs? They ran all around the place and cried because they wanted food and attention, I pick up what I think was a robot baby by the arms as I turn around to look to the person who I was talking to prior and I go “I’m tired of these” because in the dream it felt like we had been dealing with them for a long long time

The person in front of me by that moment had turned from a very vague feminine figure to motherfucking engineer tf2, and he looked at me and smiled before saying something like “they are a handful…” I don’t think those were the exact words but I remember that whatever he said implied that it was hard for us to take care of these little guys when we had full time jobs and lives to deal with… now mind you that I am unemployed lol. I somehow subconsciously knew this and that we were also in a relationship? And had been for a while?

A person I’m talking to in a dream turning into someone else suddenly isn’t new and in the moment I never rationalize it so that wasn’t the first weird occurrence… the actual weird thing was when “I” (that is to say dream me) dropped the baby thing before approaching engineer, placing my hands on his shoulders and saying “I think I’m ready for the real thing” then suddenly as if it was an info update my dream lore lets me know that the reason we were dealing with this was because we were practicing being parents with robots? Now I cannot stress this enough but I would NEVER in a MILLION FUCKING YEARS agree to getting pregnant, I don’t want children… maybe I could change my mind if I reach stability in my life but it certainly would be through adoption only but well the point is that this is VERY uncharacteristic of me, it wouldn’t be the first time that dream me does something I would never do so this doesn’t really rise any red flags for me and the dream continues

Next thing engineer does is take out a little remote from his pocket and press a button that suddenly makes all the robots around us explode into a million pieces and then he smiles at me and goes “why didn’t you say so sooner darling?” Which was honestly the most hilarious part of the entire dream and it would make for a funny fanfic scenario

Anyways the next part is blurry and I don’t remember what we say to each other, something about “what are we going to do with all this junk?” Before engineer looks at me with a smirk and goes “junk? That’s why I built this cabin! To put all the junk inside” and just like that in that moment we stopped being inside my room and we were now outside a small wooden cabin by the beach, no fence around us or other cabins/houses to be seen nearby as he opened the front door and let me inside.

Now believe me when I say the cabin was SMALL, small enough that having just the two of us inside felt like a crowd… now let me try to shittily describe how it looked like. When you open the front door you’re immediately met with the mix of dining room/kitchen, the “dining room” being a very small square light colored wooden table against the right wall with two small matching wooden foldable chairs, one of the chairs was folded out while the other was folded and put against a small crevice between the table and the wall to the right of it (facing the front door so you couldn’t see it until you walked in) On top of the table but more towards the right corner was a very small square tv hanging from the wall, it was a very retro looking chunky black tv, it was situated so that you could watch it while sitting at the table or standing in the kitchen and somehow I was filled with memories of doing just that countless of times.

Looking past the table straight ahead there’s a small counter that separates the “dining room” from the actual kitchen, it’s made out of different colored wood with light blue accents and behind it were stools so that you could sit there and eat. Even though it’s the first time I saw this place in a dream I somehow knew that fact. Behind that was the actual kitchen with its counter, it’s oven, it’s fridge, it’s hanging cabinets on top and some cooking utensils around… it was all quite retro but cozy, lots of light blue and cyan. To the left of the kitchen was the door to the backyard, this will be important later

To the left of me and all of this I just described is an open space that we could call a corridor… just the empty space left for one to comfortably walk from one side to the other and on that other side were two doors. The door closest to me led to a small living room area that had some hand made wooden couches with I think green pillows and cushions on them? It was a gray-ish green color but it could have also been more blue to match the rest of the house, at the center was a small wooden coffee table and the walls had really big windows that let all the sunlight in with of course it’s big curtains to cover them (they were long and big, blue with wide yellow stripes that had thinner white and black stripes on each side… or at least I think that’s what they looked like bc irl my mom has similar curtains somewhere)

The remaining door led to what I knew to be me and engineer’s room although I didn’t get to really walk inside, I could only see the outline of our big bed from outside since it was pitch black inside for some reason…

Anyways why am I describing all of this in detail? 1: because I want to be able to come back to this and remember it and 2: because this is VERY ODD for me! Whenever I have a dream inside some place it’s somewhere I know, my house, my middle school, a supermarket however despite that the places themselves are never really…detailed if that makes sense, I see them and remember them as vague blurry paintings with no discerning features or details so this dream I’m telling you right now is a big BIG outlier because as I was in it I could see the details around me, the indents on the table and the texture of the wood and even after I woke up I could remember it clearly. Also I think it’s worth to mention that engineer said this place was “for junk” but the cabin was… very clean and well kept? And somehow in the dream logic I knew we had both been living there together for a while?

Anyways continuing the dream, engie walks me inside and intends for the two of us to sit at the small table to talk about well… starting a family, as we walk inside the sun outside starts to set and this activates an immediate response on me of “oh, gotta take care of things!” So I guess I tell engie to wait for a moment as I go around the cabin dimming the lights and closing the curtains, I walk around like I had been living there forever and I close curtains and windows with the practice of someone who’s done this a hundred times, I can see engie in the corner of my eye in the dining room as I continue on. I remember closing the big ass curtains in the living room and thinking “gotta close the curtains! I don’t want some creep to be able to look inside and watch us!” This is… a very weird thing to say and think but it’s a fear my mom has ingrained in my brain since childhood so it’s whatever, I guess this also plays into what happens later.

As I leave the living room and lock the door behind me I walk down to the backyard door in the kitchen and suddenly somehow I know that I am alone in this place now… alone in reality entirely, I have some dreams that I call “single player mode” where it’s just me in there and nothing else, no animals no humans no sentient beings no NOTHING but my surroundings… and I am at peace with this fact. As the dream shifts to single player mode I am not disturbed in the slightest and continue my task, the backyard door was wide open and I was about to close it when I think “oh I should check the outside bathroom!” Yknow those stereotypical wooden rectangles with a toilet inside? I don’t remember the name for those so I’ll just call it outside bathroom, I walk out into the backyard to check it and find that the door is wide open and I’m like “tsk tsk this is no way to leave things!” The structure itself is very much falling apart, the wood is rotting and the thing is leaning to the side as it sinks into the beach sand under it but this doesn’t seem to bother me at all as I close the door, then on the floor next to it I see a small shitty wooden chest that looked like a videogame wooden chest so I’m like oh! Treasure! And I go to pick up and open it to find about 4 smaller wooden boxes inside that I somehow instinctively knew had coins inside? And at the bottom of the chest there were the words “come back in five minutes” carved into it. I took the small boxes and began to walk back to the cabin but midway in I think “what if I get myself hit with some sort of ancient curse? I’m not risking it” so I walk back decided to return the coin boxes to the chest

As I reach the bathroom again a person appears in front of me from behind a wooden structure a little behind the bathroom and to the right, it was two walls that ended in a corner with a wooden floor and there was a table against one of the walls as well as a little grill… obviously a spot for a barbecue, by this moment I also notice that there were long wooden poles stabbed into the sand connected by rope for us to hang our laundry to dry, the colors of the clothes hung on it decorated the place and made it seem like a party.

Now this very obviously startles the FUCK out of me for a moment because I was entirely convinced that up to that point I was in “single player mode” and suddenly there is a man (a very detailed and realistic one at that) approaching me (this counts like the second or third incredibly weird occurrence in my dream)

Anyways this man approaches me and he is just as detailed as the environment around me, he’s taller than me, white and very pale at that, shaved head and some messy stubble, a small golden hoop for an earring on his left ear, wore a big baggy white t shirt with what I think was some metal band logo on it? Yknow the ones that look like scribbles? He also was wearing some mega baggy bell bottom pants with some patches in them and I think some white converse shoes. He had real jesse pinkman meets eminem vibes to him (he might have been wearing a black hoodie on top of the t shirt as well? At some angles he seemed to have black sleeves and a hood hanging on his back)

This man looks at me and asks me in a very suspicious and anxious manner if I can give him 500 pesos to go buy something at the store and he explains that the thing technically costs more than that but he just needs that amount from me because he’s?? Gonna do “something”? Gonna tell the employees “something”? He is very vague about what he’s gonna do and his body language is shaky and strange, this immediately makes me think “oh this guy is gonna do some money laundering shit if I give him my money and then they’re gonna trace it back to me and then IM gonna be arrested!” (Funnily enough my mind didn’t think about drugs even one time) so I take a moment to try and calm my nerves and I reply to him in the most polite way I can saying that I can’t give him the money because I simply do not have it (this might contradict the “I had a full time job” statement previously but at the moment in my dream I was thinking of my irl situation where I do not have that money or a job) the man insists one more time before I tell him I’m sorry that I can’t help and he seems to take the answer although he grumbles and mumbles some inaudible stuff as he walks past me and away.

I now feel a sense of dread and unease, I feel as if I’m in danger so I walk back to the cabin and close the backyard door behind me and begin to lock it as I mentally thank engineer for including locking mechanisms on all the cabin doors. This marks weird occurrence number 4/5? Because in most of my dreams doors tend to be unreliable fucks that never close properly and have no locks to them which makes my nightmares absolutely horrible as whatever is trying to harm me cannot be stopped so me being able to properly close this door and lock it (although with a rudimentary lock mechanism) felt honestly amazing. I proceed to run to the front door and lock that one too before I turn off all the lights in the cabin and I am suddenly in the darkness with the only light being the remaining rays of sun from the outside and suddenly before I know it that same guy from before is standing behind my backyard door loudly sobbing and crying as he is I think rattling the doorknob or hitting the door with his fist, I know it’s him because the only window without curtains IS the door itself so I can see his head and he can see inside so I fearfully duck and crawl on the floor so that he doesn’t see me.

Last thing I remember before I woke up was thinking that I should crawl to my bedroom and lock the door behind me for safety

And that’s it! This might not seem weird to anyone else but me and that’s ok, I’m just honesty baffled and mildly intrigued by this dream and I wish I could understand the meaning behind it… if there even is any. I might draw what the cabin looked like if I find the strength in me to grab a pen

[turtlemagnum]

ok so, the next guy seems to have a fire deal. the guy who just died had an air deal. i don't think it'd be too off the wall to assume that the other new nanto guys are gonna be earth and water, right? though i think there's supposed to be 5 of them, so maybe we'll have a lightning guy or something. unsure of how they'd do water as an offensive thing, other than the obvious thing that they've been doing since rei. which is to say, just give em another way to cut people apart. to be honest, i think that whole gimmick has run its course. at least for the first little while they kept it interesting by having the goons get diced into different cuts of meat. like shu's way of cuttin' dudes into pieces was different from rei's, y'know

hey wait a minute, the fire guy had a whole ass castle and he's just. setting it ablaze. those aren't fucking cheap y'know. how many slaves died for that fucking castle dude, like cmon. and, now that i'm thinking about it, why did hyui even approach raoh? he seemed to have a long distance deal figured out!! the main drawback of hokuto shinken is its range!!! and like yeah, ken can strike pressure points from a distance with ki blasts, but that's something only the sole successor can apparently do. so like, raoh absolutely can't just fire off those specific kinds of ki blasts, right? just cut that motherfucker with wind from a distance, cmon man

[fnafpro52]

The woman in the high-tech armor hesitated with the laser rifle in her hands pointed at him. That wasn't the response she was expecting. Her orders from the higher-ups from her division were to threaten but not actually kill. Apparently, this prisoner was too important to kill, being the leader of the entire organization that directly opposed theirs.

He wasn't human, that was for damn sure. He stood at a staggering height, her head not even reaching his shoulders. His eyes were black with glowing blue pupils, large bat-like wings stuck out from his back and bristled behind him, and a pair of white horns stuck out from his forehead, angled upwards.

"Oh, c'mon! What happened to all that gun-toting bravado you had when you bunch were capturing me?" The prisoner asked, glancing between the woman and the other soldiers that stood behind her, awaiting orders from her.

"You seem to think I, or any of my friends, fear you people. And why exactly would we? I mean, sure, you guys outnumber our entire organization one to one hundred. But funnily enough, we haven't suffered a single fatality compared to the dozen or so soldiers you've lost." He said, spreading his arms out as he spoke with a smirk on his face.

The prisoner was smarter than she gave him credit for, having initially thought he was rather moronic based on some of the witty comments he'd made during his time here. But the confident smirk on his face, combined with the words he uttered, she could feel her soldiers hesitating, even more so than she was.

"The battle between our organizations has only just begun. It's far too early to dictate not fearing us, demon." She retorted through gritted teeth, her hesitation crumbling away as she readjusted her aim with the laser rifle pointed right at him. But his confident smirk remained, the wings behind him fluttering casually.

"I dunno about that one. I've heard of wars lasting forty minutes all across different alternate universes. Compared to the three months, six weeks, five days, and seventeen hours our little dispute has been going on for? I'd say that's plenty of time." He said with a shrug of his shoulders, rolling his neck and popping it, the sounds echoing throughout the high-tech cell he'd been placed in.

"Ma'am? Your orders?" One of the soldiers behind the woman asked, hefting the laser pistol in his hand. The woman paused briefly, before holding up a hand and pointing it towards the prisoner.

"He's too dangerous. Fire at will." She stated coldly. Her soldiers briefly hesitated but quickly got their act together and started firing their laser weapons at the prisoner, including the woman who led them.

But before any of the lasers could impact the prisoner, time slowed to a crawl, the lasers practically stopping in the air. The prisoner, however, moved at normal speed, walking around the lasers. The captain tried to point her laser rifle to stop him, but she felt like she was pushing through molasses, her movements extremely slow and very heavy.

The prisoner kept walking on by casually at normal speed, pinching the keycard from the captain's pocket in the process. He moved past the small platoon of high-tech before stepping out of the cell and then swiping the keycard on the scanner next to the door.

Time began to flow regularly again, and the lasers fired all sent soaring into the wall. The soldiers and their captain all spun around, only for the door to close shut on them. The man with demon wings chuckled as he idly flipped the keycard in his fingers before letting it fall onto his palm and then casually crushing it, dropping the shattered pieces to the floor.

"By the way, I could've escaped at any point," the man said casually, glancing towards the soldiers now trapped in the cell, snapping his fingers and opening a portal to prove his point. "I just wanted to show why I don't fear you people. You're just a bunch of mortals with lasers." He said with a slight sneer.

"Sayonara, motherfuckers." He said while flipping them the bird with both hands, before stepping backwards into the portal, closing behind him.

The laser rifle slipped from the captain's grip, cluttering to the ground.

Writing Prompt #2745

"I could kill you."

"I dare you. Try."

[mpcedric]

Sàbhailte (solo)

TW: mention of torture, abuse both physical and mental. And fire guns. NOTE: The deity mentioned in the thread is Hecate (@mphecate)

Slowly, Cedric's senses started coming to the surface, waking him to reality. First, he could listen to his surroundings but everything was mostly quiet, a couple of distant chatter and the rustle of equally distant trees. A dream? No, he didn't have one for months now. Then his eyes opened and the movement was too quick, making Cedric flinch at the sight of natural light and he would try again but slower so his eyes could adjust to the room's brightness.

The room. Cedric glanced around as much as his body allowed, which wasn't much considering the amount of medical care supplies that were plastered all over him. From bandages to IVs in his arms and nose, to the devices on the side of his bed, it was clear he was in a hospital. Needless to say Cedric felt a urge of relief but also confusion. His brain felt immensely pressured down, trying to fit the pieces together and that was when his memories started flooding back.

His naivety and ambition to break free from the blackmail and threat from the underground agency took the best of him. Cedric found himself being caught and betrayed by former MI6 colleagues, who accepted a deal for the sake of being part of the group that would dethrone whole deities. But to their disappointment, Cedric refused to share any information after living on the island for a year.

With this, Cedric's fate was filled with nothing but pain. The agency wasn't creative with their choices of torture, resorting to the classic waterboarding, sleep deprivation, burning and multiple other methods that would cause physical distress but never a fatal blow. After all, an injured Cedric would eventually talk but not a dead Cedric right? Even throughout the many episodes of pain, Cedric's heart kept itself in the same place: to protect the ones he cared about.

And every day he would think about them. From the people in MPPD, to the other acquaintances and friendships he made in Mount Phoenix but, if he would be honest to himself, there was one person he thought the most about during those dark months, Angela. Cedric never questioned why, never concerned himself to ponder over the fact her smile and her eyes wouldn't leave his mind whenever he'd need comfort. Naturally, we would think of Siwoo as well, of their first encounter in the park, the ice cream. And wished he could see them once again, have the chance to take them camping or to the beach since it was Summer.

With time, Cedric would lose hope about leaving that place. He had come to terms with his destiny and would just hope the people he was protecting would continue their lives peacefully. But, Cedric wouldn't go down without a fight and without wasting the group's time yet again. That morning Cedric informed he would talk, but he demanded everyone to be present, that he would not repeat his words. The agency was reluctant, but hours later, Cedric was taken (more like dragged) to a large office room where twenty people sat, waiting for him. And Cedric knew all of them.

From MI6 agents to sergeants and even the one store clerk from a grocery shop he visited the day before being captured were there. He had been followed the minute he step foot in the country. But that wasn't relevant now. Cedric stood up, pretending he was about to speak but in a second, he leapt to the closest guard, punching him unconscious and took the gun, landing three headshots on three different people sitting. Soon he was being pinned down and screams could be heard. "Don't kill him! Motherfucker, I should let you die." The people in the room started debating what to do, most agreeing to end the circus and reciprocate Cedric's actions.

But while curses were being thrown and the conclusion seemed close, the room was filled with fog thick enough that one couldn't see anything in their immediate surroundings. Cedric was questioned but he equally had no idea what was happening and honestly, the demigod wouldn't dare to move in that moment to figure it out. A faint but audible wail could be heard, like it was coming from the walls and each second that passed, the thud of a body falling to the floor could be heard.

His recent rush of adrenaline left Cedric's weak body completely immovable, his mind equally exhausted and nothing made sense at that moment. His eyes started to shut down but not before Cedric felt a presence right next to him, a barely familiar face hovering his body. "You're-" He mumbled before falling unconscious.

Now coming to the conclusion somehow he had been saved, Cedric was even more eager to understand his present situation. The window. Cedric tried to lean forward to get a better view on the landscape outside of the building and he easily recognised the university. He was back in Mount Phoenix, meaning, whoever helped him, had to be a deity. Cedric had seen her before, but couldn't connect a face to the mythos.

But most importantly, he was back home and everyone had been kept safe. He was free and he knew exactly what to do with his new found freedom.

[alyburntfinch]

The word 'scent' is currently fucking w me. like. this GODFORSAKEN, MOTHERFUCKER of a "word"

No. but. like listen. I know what it sounds like. But I don't think you understand.

This asshole just shows up fucking somewhere. And I don't even remember where. and kept me up 'til 6 AM bc here's the thing(TM)

Scent is pronounced in the same way the words 'sent' and 'cent' are pronounced. ok? but these words all have very different meanings

'scent' obviously means scent y'know. a smell.

'sent' is send in past-tense. to have something delivered or to deliver. but like yesterday. i guess.

'cent' as I'm sure you're aware, is a noun 'a cent'. just a fucking piece of metal worth a cent.

And this isn't the problem. english has plenty of this shit. and yeah is really fucking annoying. but we live with it.

My problem is that one (1) it's not just that they sound and are spelled alike. it's that they mean things that are SO different. which should help. context clues and shit. and it does. EXCEPT FOR WHEN YOU'RE SPELLING AND ALL OF A SUDDEN NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE.

Two (2) I spent actual time looking into this. and. as far as I can tell. the 'c' wasn't added 'til the 17th century (though I could be wrong about that) which means that, up to that point, 'sent' and 'scent' were just. spelled the same? I guess???

And last but certainly not least. Three (3) which fucking letter is silent??? Bc I looked it up. and istg. nobody agrees. like. Excuse me. What? they just. don't agree. Like some places sources? Sites? Whatever were saying that the 'c' is silent. bc we're making an 'S' sound when saying the actual word. And THEN there are these like shitheads or assholes or Smart People(TM) going "well technically neither is silent. Bc 'c' always sounds like 's' when it's before an 'e'" and I'm here like dude it's 4 am I don't need this shit right now bc I was just feeling the ADHD and. Honestly. This is stirring up some complicated feels ab the English. and how it does it's language business. like English you're being unreasonable, this shit is unfair, you can't just language like that.

Jesus Christ in hell.

This is just the Yacht thing all over again.