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stargirlygirl · 6 days ago

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no, you can't buy my ranch

rancher!sylus x spoiled!city girl!reader

⭑.ᐟ part six: betrayal and gambling

summary: sylus's lawyer shoes up at your property and informs you it's been seized under the common law.

contains: angst, swearing, mentions of gambling, you're a daddy's girl btw, blood/knife metaphor (in case you're a bit squeamish, it's not even graphic in my opinion but just in case), 3.7k words

BEFORE we officially begin, I forgot to attach these messages at the end of part five. SO pretend that you read them last chapter, okay?

It’s been about a month since you moved to this tiny town, and you have to admit, you’re starting to like it.

Yes, the town gossip is incessant, the supermarket is way too small and closes way too early, and you have only one friend (if you could call him that). But you’re beginning to enjoy waking up with green plains right out your window. The country air is fresh and invigorating, and the sun is bright. Well, the sun is bright everywhere. But here, its golden hues mould into the landscape.

You’ve come to revel in the early quiet of the morn. And working from home is so nice. You can pee whenever you want, wear whatever you want (the last time you put on a bra was when you went grocery shopping a few days ago), and you can be as loud as you want. There’s no way Mr Qin, who you’ve learnt owns the entire street next to your own empty one, could hear you scream across those acres.

Why would you be screaming, you might ask? Well, screaming is a wonderful form of emotional release. Any time you feel frustrated at your shit wifi, you can scream and shout at it and then carry on. Like road rage, you have the space to aurally express yourself before getting it together to solve the problem.

Another bonus of living in the countryside, alluded to previously, is your neighbour. You’ve been seeing each other once or twice a week and texting when something comes up. Heat flares in your cheeks whenever your phone dings, your stuttering heart hopeful it’s a message from him. When it is, you’re rejoicing and reading his message, giddy. When it isn’t, you berate yourself for becoming all excited.

You shouldn’t feel like this about the man who’s trying to purchase your father’s property. However, you can’t help but send him the flirtiest texts that make you throw your phone and squeal at your audacity. Better yet, Sylus always matches your texts with his signature condescension.

After all of this time, you realise how severely you’ve fallen victim to his haughty charm.

You’re currently taking a break from work. Your next Zoom meeting is at 2pm, so you’ve got about an hour to kill. You’ve set yourself up on the couch with a cup of tea and a good book. It’s one of the books Sylus bought for you; his recommendation, of course. You didn’t think the ranch overlord would have a taste for the classics. Oh, how wrong that assumption was.

Flicking the page of The Bacchae, a firm knock resounds at your front door. Huffing, you place your bookmark and leave the tragedy on the coffee table. While walking to the door, you allow your mind to wander. What if it’s Sylus? But wouldn’t Sy text you first? And that knock didn’t sound like his.

Your mood dampened, you unlock the door and pull it open with all of your strength. Resting against it, you gaze at the man in a suit before you with surprise.

“You… You’re that real estate agent,” you reminisce. The man shakes his head.

In monotone, he states, “I am Mr Qin’s lawyer, and I am here to inform you, Miss L/n, that your property has been seized under the common law.” You stare at him for a moment, processing his words. Sylus’s lawyer? Property seized?

“What? You-you said you were a real estate agent?” You ask confused.

Clearing his throat, the lawyer repeats, “A slip of the tongue, I can assure you. Moving on, your father no longer has legal ownership of this property, Miss L/n. As such, you are required to move out within 14 days of this notice.”

“You…” Can’t do that, is what you want to say. But there’s a lump in your throat, preventing any additional words from journeying out of your lips. Your eyes snap to the sudden sound coming down the driveway. Tires scattering the dirt and buzzing engine; a black pick-up truck comes into view.

“Sylus,” you whisper and pray that his lawyer—well, his self-proclaimed lawyer—didn’t hear you.

Stepping past the threshold, the heavy front door slams shut behind you. You step anxiously past the man in a suit, watching as Sylus carelessly pulls over. Shutting the engine off, he jogs up to your porch. His button-up has been traded for a black tank, and jeans for a pair of gym shorts. Sweat drips down his muscles, a sight that would make you feral when ovulating. He’s slightly out of breath as he conquers the few porch steps, like he’s just been boxing or something.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner, sweetie,” Sylus murmurs, coming to stand in front of you.

Staring up at him, you sigh in relief, “Thank God you’re here, Sy. This man—” Twisting back, you gesture to the lawyer— “was saying that-that I have to move out.” The rancher shoots his lawyer a dangerous glare. He was supposed to arrive first and gently break the news to you. Not the other way around.

“Sy,” you start. Reaching out, you grab his clammy hand and pull it toward you.

“What’s going on?” You continue, anxiety lacing your voice. It’s not the gorgeous man in front of you, in his slutty shorts, that’s making your heart race. No, it’s that he hasn’t denied the other man’s claim.

“Is he your lawyer?” You press on. Sylus’s lips purse slightly, the vein in his jaw fluttering with the tension there.

He finally sighs— the sound devoid of his usual charisma, “Yes. Albert, here is my lawyer.” You shake your head in disbelief. Because if Albert is truly Sylus’s lawyer, then what of Albert’s other declarations?

The rancher mumbles remorsefully, “Wasn’t supposed to happen like this, kitten.”

“What? What wasn’t supposed to happen like this?” You spit out, your anger swelling and something else, too. A kind of sadness stinging at the edges. Sylus squeezes your hand before directing his attention to his lawyer.

“You were supposed to wait for my arrival,” he says sternly.

The lawyer counters, “You were taking your sweet time, Mr Qin. I figured you’d be here any minute, and look at that, you are.” You can almost hear Sylus’s teeth grinding with how hard he’s clenching his jaw.

He scoffs, “Right. And how much did you divulge in my absence?”

Albert shrugs, “The necessities.”

Before Sylus can bite his lawyer’s head off, you interrupt with, “He said that my dad no longer owns this property, and that I have to move out.” You tug on Sylus’s hand, drawing his narrowed eyes back to you.

Emotion thickens your voice as you guess, “I don’t understand. Did you buy my ranch without telling me?”

Albert answers before Sylus can, “By adverse possession, Mr Qin has been granted full legal ownership of your father’s property, Miss L/n.”

“Adverse possession?” You repeat, the phrase, foreign, on your tongue.

“Precisely. Mr Qin has been exclusively maintaining this property for the past ten years. Through filing a lawsuit under the state’s adverse possession law, Mr Qin has proved his continuous and notorious claim to the property, and as such, has been granted legal ownership,” the lawyer explains. Your heart drops to your stomach as you glance between the two men. You don’t know who to be more furious at. Actually, you do.

“What the fuck?!” You wiggle your hand out of Sylus’s tightening grip.

Glaring up at him, you say heatedly, “That’s not true! My father… There have been tenants living here within the past two years. You can’t claim exclusive ownership of my fucking ranch!”

“Actually, Miss L/n, this property has been unoccupied since its purchase twelve years ago,” Albert asserts.

“Bullshit,” you claim.

He goes on with, “Adverse possession is also referred to as Squatter’s rights, if that helps clear up your confusion.” Oh, that makes it so much worse.

“Squatter’s rights?! Squat—what squatter’s rights? This man is fucking loaded! You-you mean to tell me he’s been squatting in my property, you fucking crazy bast—”

“Sweetie,” Sylus cuts you off. The vibrancy in his eyes is gone, dulled by guilt.

Glancing at Albert, he orders dismissively, “We’ll speak about this later. You can leave now.” With a curt nod, the lawyer disappears down the steps and hops into a small white car you didn’t even notice was pulled over nearby. All is quiet between you and Sylus as the other man drives away. Only the chirping birds, oblivious to the daunting news you’ve just received, dare to barge in on your brooding.

You break the almost silence with, “I can’t believe this! You—”

“Kitten—”

“NO! Don’t-don’t ‘kitten’ me, Sylus! You fucked me over!” You shout, all of the desire and excitement you had been feeling for him, fleeting. All that’s left right now is bitterness gnawing at your insides, eating you up like you drank acid. You release this strangled sound, somewhere between a derisive chuckle and a sob. You feel the wetness rolling down your cheeks; tears.

The rancher who had been your sole friend (and love interest) gazes at you, pained.

He says abashedly, “You weren’t supposed to know.” You choke on your tears, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself as you step back. Seeing your sudden distance drives a knife into Sylus’s chest. Blood spews from the wound as he reaches for you, but you shake your head and take another step back.

“No,” you mumble, your eyes downcast.

The rancher swallows his agony as he explains, “The court was supposed to make a decision next month. I was hoping in that time, we would have grown closer.”

“Closer?!” You snap furiously. “Closer,” you repeat, the word now subdued and overrun by barely contained pain. “And then what? You-you would j-just betray me. Like you-you’ve done n-now,” you sob. Betrayal. That’s what you’re feeling. A mere hour ago, you were a bundle of joy. Content, safe, and looking forward to the future. But now, all of that has been clawed out of your hands and burned to ashes. Crisp is the sorrow in your tummy. That sharpness of a concealed dagger plunged deep inside.

“It would have made the transition easier,” he mutters.

“For whom, Sylus?!” You cry out. You hate it when he sees you like this, all upset and crying. Why are you always crying when you’re with him? Is love like supposed to hurt this much?

He sighs, “For both of us…” Kitten. “You would be willing to sell. I’d ask you to move in with me.”

“You’re not my boyfriend!” You wail. Such a statement was meant to hurt him, but it only reinforces the reality you wish were a fantasy.

“I could be,” Sylus murmurs. Not the most appropriate time to shoot his shot, but the rancher fears he might not have another chance.

“I can protect you, darling. Give you everything you could ever want. You’d have a comfortable life. All you have to do is say yes.” You can’t believe what he’s saying right now. Asking you out on your front porch, after seizing ownership of your property. His words cause you to cry harder, your face scrunched up all ugly as you feel the pain cutting straight through your heart.

Sylus steps forward and reaches for you once more, almost pleading, “Let me take care of you.” His deep voice, typically cocky, is now overwhelmed by desperation. That yearning breathlessness. You would have folded right then and there for him in different circumstances. Right now, you can’t.

Shaking your head, you gaze up at him with blurry vision. Your sadness transforms the handsome rancher into a tall blob of colour. Oh, how you crave to be in his arms. To retreat into his comfort. Defined arms embracing you tightly, and his broad chest, providing the perfect pillow to rest your weary head on.

It’s thoughts like these that drive you to dart to your front door and scamper inside. It thuds shut, and you immediately secure the locks. You dash to your living room and collapse on the couch, the cushions becoming your teddy bear. But they aren’t as hot or soothing as the silver-haired man outside.

Sylus stands there, his hand still outstretched, looking at the place where you were a minute ago. It dawns upon him how royally he’s just fucked up. He’s been working for ten years to own this property. But in one month, all of those ambitions have been worn down to nothing.

You’re the reason he started reconsidering his lawsuit. Of course, he couldn’t just withdraw his case. But now that he’s won, Sylus isn’t sure if the cost was worth the reward.

In his arrogance, he thought he could have both you and your land. And in his spiralling mind, he still thinks he can.

…˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚…

Time elapses as you cry on the sofa. It’s heart-wrenching and raw, with you mumbling to yourself every minute, trying to make sense of what just occurred. The sun is still high in the sky, harshly glaring down upon the shrubland, when you slither off the couch and head to the window. Pulling back the lacy curtains, you peek at your front porch. Empty, no Sylus in sight. Gazing at the dirt trail, you see no black pick-up truck resting on the side.

He’s gone.

You choke on your sobs while plopping back down on the couch. Snatching your phone, you take the only reasonable course of action and dial your father’s number. It rings once… twice.. a third—

“Hey, sweetheart. I’m driving at the moment. What is it?” His voice is like a popsicle on a hot summer’s day.

You sniffle, “Daddy.” The line is quiet for a moment as you pluck a couple of tissues and pat your eyes.

“What happened, sugar plum?” He asks, an urgency underscoring his tone.

Dropping your hand in your lap, you explain, “This-this man came t-to my house an-and he said t-that it did-didn’t belong t-to you anymore.”

“Oh, honey,” your father sighs. In the background, you can hear the indicator flicking.

“Dad, what-what’s gonna happen? Why-why did Sylus take y-your house?” Your small voice cracks on the silver-haired man’s name. He’s the last person you want to think about right now. But funnily enough, he’s the only one on your mind. You hear the chinking of keys as your father throws them on the dash. You assume he’s pulled over.

He exhales tiredly, “Look, love bug, let’s not do this over the phone, okay? I’m on the way to you right now. And when I get there, I’ll explain everything.” A loud cry rises in your throat and rips through; automatically, your hand flies to your mouth to cover it.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, I promise, pumpkin pie,” your father reassures you.

You speak through your fresh wave of tears, “His-his lawyer s-said the house was-was n-never occupied. S’that true?” You’re on the edge of the couch cushion, expecting an answer from your father.

But as the static-silence continues, you murmur, “So it’s true.”

“As I said, my sweetest dew drop, I’ll explain when I get there, alright? I should reach by nightfall,” your father finally responds. You want to tell him that he better explain, that he owes it to you, but all you manage is a measly “M’kay” before saying your ‘I love you’s and hanging up.

Checking the time, you predict you’ve got another two to three hours before your father arrives. In that time, you sob into your couch once more, like a distraught Disney princess who’s not allowed to see the prince ever again.

For a moment, you picture it. Prince Sylus kept away from you by some opposing force in your story. But the image makes you weep harder. Sylus is no prince in your books. If anything, he’d be the dragon guarding your tower.

Ruthless and selfish.

You question whether those moments you two spent together, the kiss you shared by the lake, were genuine. Or was he just trying to get close to you so he could soften the blow? On the contrary, getting close to you has made this sudden change all the more devastating.

You’re still curled up in a ball on your tear-stained sofa when the locks turn and the front door is pushed open. Moments later, your father strolls into the living room with an overnight bag in hand. Like he knew. Like he planned this visit.

Dropping it on a nearby armchair, your dad comes over to you with his arms spread wide.

“Oh, sweetie pie,” he says lovingly before embracing you in a warm hug. And just when you thought you were finished crying, more tears spill over your waterline.

He pats your back and coos softly, “It’s alright, darling. We’re gonna figure this out, okay?” You wail in his arms like a child who just dropped their favourite plushie in the toilet. Ugly and utterly distraught, your father holds you. He has to, because he’s the one responsible for your grief.

Sitting back, you choke out, “Daddy, what-what happened?” He averts his eyes for a moment, feigning interest in the book you were reading earlier as he gathers his thoughts.

At last, he admits, “It’s complicated, poo bear—”

“Please, just tell me!” You sob, smearing your snotty nose on your forearm for the nth time today.

His shoulders slump as he confesses, “I bought this house twelve years ago using my savings, yeah? And I intended to put it up for rent, but I got busy, you were having a hard time at school, and things, you know, were getting a bit rough between your mom and me—”

“Hurry up, Dad,” you interject while throwing your tissue down beside you.

He sighs, “I picked up an old habit, okay? And it was going really well for a while. But then things dropped off. The stock market was going down, too. I was losin’ a lot of money, so I pulled out. I was gonna put the house up for rent when I found out the man next door had been trespassing. And then he filed a lawsuit, and well, the rest is history.” You shake your head, still confused about one detail.

“What habit, Daddy?” You ask nervously. Again, he avoids your sharp gaze.

“What habit?!” You cry out. Slowly, your father looks at you, his eyes glassier than before.

“Gambling,” he mutters. You feel like a hole has been punched through your chest. Gambling. An addiction. One that ruins lives, like your father’s. But it doesn’t stop there. Like a monster, it thrashes when attempting to be tamed, lashing out at anyone, even those closest to the person most affected.

“Is that where you were every Friday night? At the Casino?” You choke out, your anger flaring for the second time today.

“Honey—”

“Is that where my college tuition came from? Your little ol’ habit?!” You don’t want to do this. You’ve pushed someone very important away from you today, and you don’t want to do the same to your father. You should be seeking solidarity right now, but you’re struggling to. You can’t suppress the indignation bubbling to the surface.

Your father murmurs, “Yes, okay? Yes, I was playing the pokies every Friday night. I was on a winning streak, baby. And for the first time, it lasted.”

“Until it didn’t?” You clarify, the words dripping with venom as you spit them out. He nods.

“Does Mom know?” He shakes his head, panic flickering across his lived-in features.

Your dad asks, “You’re not gonna tell her, are you?”

You scoff tearfully, “Why should I? S’not my burden to bear.” That seems to ease the mounting tension in his body, if only superficially.

“Are you still—”

“No. I had to stop, angel. I’ve been clean for the past year or so,” he insists. You nod, rubbing your red nose as more snot threatens to spill out.

Your father apologises, “And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, peanut. I know I should have. N’ I should have told your mother, too, but… Look, it’s gonna be alright, okay? You can move back in with us until you get back on your feet, yeah?”

“Mhmm,” you agree, completely exhausted. The day’s emotional weight is catching up to you, and your body feels heavy. The pieces fall into line.

“S’that how you got here so fast? Knew I’d be kicked out,” you murmur. Your father sighs while nodding.

“B-but, then why’d you make me move in if the property was gonna-gonna go to…” You trail off, unable to say his name.

Your father rubs the back of his neck as he explains, “I thought it might deter him or affect the lawsuit, but it did neither.” So that’s it. You were a rat in an experiment. A test subject for a failed hypothesis.

“I’m sorry, my little bean,” your dad apologises once more. You hum in acknowledgement, too choked up to answer with words.

After a beat of silence, your father suggests, “Why don’t you go shower or take a nap? I’ll make us dinner.” Nodding, you trudge off to the bathroom.

After showering, you gaze at yourself in the mirror. Staring back at you is you, but five times puffier. You look like you’ve had an allergic reaction with how swollen your eyes and lips are.

When you’re finally ready— skin moisturised and new jammies on— you head downstairs. As soon as you enter the kitchen, the smell of your dad’s signature dish hits your nostrils.

You help him set the table, and for the first time in a long time, you two share a meal. It’s quiet between you, tonight’s admissions plunging the household into clinking plates and hushed manners.

And when you lie down in bed, all cosy with your actual teddy bear, your nose is still blocked up and your cheeks feel hot. You toss and turn, unable to will away those soul-stealing eyes. How sad and dim they looked.

He haunts you, like he did after you first met. Somewhere, between the gloomy stars and broken AC, you manage to drift off into a dreamless slumber.

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star girl's final words: BIGGEST THANK YOU to @tragicvictoriantears for giving me the idea of adverse possession!!!!! this story wouldn't be what it is without you, nat! also... did we like? how're we feeling? i really liked this one ngl. my fav so far is part two, but i like the angst of this part.

APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE if part seven doesn't come out within the next week because i haven't started it yet and i have assignments due😃

taglist - @stxrrielle, @peachystea, @harbingers-lullaby, @grlyeetswrld, @multisstuff, @heartyluv, @cuntphoric-main, @sealoftime, @beesin03, @tragicvictoriantears, @bananasquash, @sylusgworl

#★’s works #love and deepspace #sylus angst #sylus x reader #cowboy sylus #lads sylus #sylus qin x reader #lnds sylus #qin che x reader

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criminallymoral · 1 year ago

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Anyways, days ago my internet bitched and while I had no wifi I did some queerplatonic husband Alastor (from Hazbin Hotel) headcanons, I had let it sit in case I wanted to add some more (I had that feeling that I forgot something yk) but it's been like a week and I don't even remember what I had wrote soooo

Qp husband Alastor Headcanons

Qp husband Alastor! That likes to (and according to your style) dress you in the prettiest outfits.

Qp husband Alastor! That you could annoy to an explosion point and he'd still never raise his hand at you.

Qp husband Alastor! That cooks and cleans your shared home.

Qp husband Alastor! That starts listening to and even broadcasting some of your favorite songs, no matter what genre.

Qp husband Alastor! That likes to lay on you and will wag his tail if you massage his deer-ears. (You're the only one allowed to do so)

Qp husband Alastor! That allows pda at the hotel but gets embarassed when he remembers he has audience.

Qp husband Alastor! That allows himself to cry on your shoulder.

Qp husband Alastor! That links arms when you two walk.

Qp husband Alastor! That'll open doors for you in the beginning of your relationship but as it progresses he'll close them on your face just to play with you.

Qp husband Alastor! That goes from offering his coat to ask for the one you're not even using when he's cold (he gets whiny if you say no).

Qp husband Alastor! Who's actually a big jokester and likes a lot of modern stuff.

Qp husband Alastor! Who doodles you both with hearts holding hands on his work sheets.

Qp husband Alastor! Who confides in you (don't break his trust, he'll cry, then kill you).

Qp husband Alastor! That's protective of you in a non toxic/controlling way.

Qp husband Alastor! That invites you to troll Vox with him and giggles like a teenage girl.

Qp husband Alastor! That'll get YOU a pet just to end up cuddling with it 24/7. (He's a cat dad for real sources: voices in my head).

Qp husband Alastor! That's actually cuddly and affectionate.

Qp husband Alastor! That looks up to you and is so proud to call you his partner.

Qp husband Alastor! That'd try to kill god himself if you died in an extermination.

Qp husband Alastor! That hears and remembers everything you tell him.

Qp husband Alastor! That'd slow dance with you in a moment and have a pillow fight in the other.

Qp husband Alastor! That massages your shoulders after a long day.

Qp husband Alastor! That focus so much on your presence he sometimes forgets he's literally in hell and is an overlord.

Qp husband Alastor! That loves taking baths with you (in a childish way, on a side note, he'd love if you washed his hair / he'd also wash yours).

Qp husband Alastor! That'll be by your side as soon as you call him (he worries <3).

Qp husband Alastor! That'll take you to a nice classy restaurant but would let himself be dragged to a party/rave by you after.

Qp husband Alastor! That sings along with you.

Qp husband Alastor! That loves your similarities AND your differences.

Qp husband Alastor! That genuinely laughs at your jokes. (He dad-jokes back)

Qp husband Alastor! That tries to make you laugh when you're down so you feel a bit better.

Qp husband Alastor! That sews your ruined clothes and even gets you both matching outfits.

Qp husband Alastor! That seems polite and cold but is just a caring childish mf on the inside.

Qp husband Alastor! That freezes (even stops smiling) and blushes like crazy if you compliment him (especially his voice).

Qp husband Alastor! That takes you to the studio and even lets you be his co-host.

Qp husband Alastor! That was a hell of a slowburn but was totally worth it.

I wanna dance in the rain with pookie 😔 and share some jambalaya under candle light 💔

#alastor #radio demon #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #headcanons #alastor headcanons #queerplatonic #queerplatonic alastor #qp alastor #qpr #queer platonic relationship #husband alastor #alastor x reader

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two-white-butterflies · 2 years ago

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emma falls in love | aem. targaryen

Description: You are the biggest swiftie in world. After finding out that Taylor's having a show in town - you line up immediately. Minor problem - your enemy is the only person to secure tickets and he has one condition. Date him.

Author's Note: Got the idea from @ilikeitbetterangsty thank you for letting me have this 😭

You had a certain pull in your body - a magnetic force that lured any person deeper, until they are forced to be your friend. Aemond was the only one immune to your charms - he found you too annoying for his liking. "Did you get tickets?" Rhaena peeked over your shoulder.

"I'm 10,293 in line." you stared back at her, already feeling the migraine begin to form at the back of your mind. "How about you?" you turned to look at the twins. Baela was the first to close her laptop loudly. "No email." she responded with a sigh. "Same with me," Rhaena agreed, moving closer to your side of the bed.

You were their only hope now.

"Helaena got ones in advance," Baela groaned - closing her phone and throwing it across the room. "How?" Rhaena's eyebrows merged into each other. "Daddy's connections," she rolled her eyes - heck, the only reason they didn't use Daemon to secure tickets was because he played John Mayer one Sunday afternoon.

"Unfair," you sighed, eyes widening because the internet connection began to fade away. "What's going on?" Baela moved towards your desktop - tapping the CPU in an aggressive attempt to make the internet work. "Gently. Shit. I forgot to pay for wifi," you scratched the back of your neck - feeling the frustration begin to pool.

"Come on, bitch." Baela pretended to die slowly. Taylor was all of your lifelines. "Looks like we're not going to the tour. Unless, we convince Mr. Targaryen to buy us some from the scalpers." you suggested, knowing that the girls' dad was loaded.

Daemon Targaryen basically owned half of Dragonview - the other half belonged to his equally chivalrous brother, Viserys Targaryen. It was going to be a piece of cake - the twins just had to swallow their pride in order to enjoy a better concert.

"Nah, I had a full blown debate with him the other day. I'm not paying for the concert using his dirty John Mayer scented money." Baela raised her arms in mock surrender. There were other means to attend the concert - one of them included sleeping with someone.

"Don't worry girls, we'll find a way." you smiled.

"I know someone who got tickets," Jacaerys sat beside you in the bleachers, his hoodie was raised - covering half of his face while he gobbled down the sandwiches that his mom made him. "Who?" you were quick to inquire - seeing that you were desperate to see Taylor's shadow. Fuck, you'd pay a lot of money to even see a strand of her hair at this point. "You won't like it," he grinned.

There was a lot of tension between his mother and his step-grandmother. They'd always give each other the cold shoulder when it came to family reunions. Surprisingly, the kids got together well. Jacaerys and Aemond were the closest. "You wouldn't be telling me unless I have an actual chance to get the tickets," you crossed your arms - glaring at him.

"Aemond. Has. Tickets." he enunciated ever word, before taking a bite of his sandwich. "Son of a bitch!" you cursed - and he began to laugh. "Okay but - he told me that he bought twelve tickets and he has 9 available ones." he shrugged, seeing the way your eyes began to glimmer with lust.

Lust over concert tickets.

"Thank you. I will get those tickets." you stood up, bolting to the direction of the school building - leaving your lunch on the chair. Your mom was going to kill you for leaving the tupperware - but it was going to be worth it. Anything for you Taylor Swift.

God, you hated the way Taylor made you do things.

After finding out that Aemond had tickets to see the concert, you decided to sit beside him during Chemistry. "Are you a big fan of Taylor?" you leaned in his direction, shoulders brushing with his. "What?" his eyebrows merged into each other, not bothering to turn to your direction - but listening to everything you say.

"Jace told me that you got tickets." you repeated.

That was the moment he turned to look at you - his smirk deepened seeing those wide eyes of yours - anticipating his every move. "Yep," he popped the 'p' in the word. What would you do for a ticket?

"Can I buy some?" you asked in a low whisper - praying that Sir Criston wouldn't catch you chatting with his favorite student. "They're not for sale, pumpkin." he snorted - amused by how desperate you were. Oh, all those tickets were for close friends only.

"Come on, I'll do anything." you moved closer to his body - close enough to the point that your lips were almost nibbling his ear. "Anything is a very tricky word," he rolled his eyes, writing down notes in his notebook. "- you shouldn't use it." he warned.

A silent groan escapes your mouth.

"But I really mean it!" your voice raised by a decibel. The bell began to rang - signaling the end of the class. He stared deep into your eyes - gaze trailing back and forth between your lips and your orbs. He bites his lower lip. Plan in mind. "I'll think about it - meet me in the yogurt shop, after school." he smirked - before walking away.

6 PM, standing alone in a yogurt shop.

"There's no such thing as fashionably late," you rolled your eyes - feeling his figure sit down beside you. "Apologies," he muttered sarcastically - settling a yogurt ice cream beside you. Chocolate.

"So, why did we have to meet here?" you inquired, left hand in your pocket and playing with the wad of cash that you assumed he'd ask for. "I wanted you to be prepared." he answered cryptically.

"Name your price." you turned to look at him.

"It doesn't have a price." he responded with a stoic face. "I need your help - and if you agree with me. I'll promise to give you three tickets." he held up three fingers to enunciate his proposal. "What is it?" your eyes narrowed - hopefully nothing too tough.

"Be my girlfriend for three days."

"Even during the concert?"

"Yes."

BAELA TARGARYEN, RHAENA TARGARYEN, Y/N L/N | MAIN GC | THE REAL ONES | NO BITCHES RAHH |

Y/N L/N I'm gonna regret this but I got the tickets 💀

BAELA TARGARYEN How much did he ask for? I'll venmo u

Y/N L/N He didn't make me pay but he's asking something from me...

RHAENA TARGARYEN what...? like sell ur soul kinda thing he always kinda look witchy ngl BAELA TARGARYEN LMAO 😭

Y/N L/N He asked me to be his gf for 3 days 💀😭 pray for me sisters

RHAENA TARGARYEN who would've thought that mr. meanie had these feelings for you heheheheeheheh 😛 BAELA TARGARYEN This is some wattpad shit prayer reveal sis 🛐 RHAENA TARGARYEN But you agreed tho?

Y/N L/N hell yeah! those were taylor ticketz

BAELA TARGARYEN Mood RHAENA TARGARYEN respect sis 🫡 but we will venmo u $490 each 😭

seen by you and, baela targaryen...

(DAY ONE - PDA)

Your mother always told you the first day of a relationship was always going to be amazing. Normally, the couples want each other to believe that they are free of sins - perfect without any flaw. But that's not real - relationships cannot be perfect - but she didn't warn you about fake relationships? Why would someone make an effort on something that wasn't real?

"Good morning ma'am," Aemond smiled at your mother, helping her carry your lunch inside his car. "Who is this young man?" your mother's eyes narrowed, eyes trailing back and forth between you and Aemond. "He's a friend," you answered - glaring at him.

You were only supposed to date for three days - but the damage that he wanted to make was going to last longer than that. "Alright, I best not keep the both of you waiting - you'll be late for class again." your mother sighed, eyes twinkling as she sees Aemond open the door for you. "Thank you," you mumbled - he placed a hand on top of your head - making sure that your head wouldn't bump the roof of the car.

"I'll bring her home at six, ma'am." he smiled, walking around to the driver's door. A sigh escapes your mouth. Fuck him.

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You weren't completely oblivious to Aemond's reputation. You were aware that everyone had a crush on him - the juniors wouldn't stop talking about how 'hot' he was. And honestly, you didn't get the hype.

"It's not nice to eat alone," he landed his ass on the chair parallel yours. "I'm not alone, my friends are ten minutes away." you responded - already feeling everyone's gazes fixed upon you. "-but they're not here." he smirked, taking a bite of his sushi.

"Well the point is, I'm not alone." you scoffed. "I have a question anyways." you stopped chewing for a second. Watching as his eyebrows merged into each other. His single pupil dilated. "What?" he inquired. He didn't expect you to ask any questions. "Why are you doing this?" you whispered.

Did he have no friends? Why did he have to pay someone to be his girlfriend? Why did he choose you? Why did he buy that many tickets? A lot of questions were pounding your head.

He bit his lower lip - smiling for a split second.

"Because I like you."

BAELA TARGARYEN, RHAENA TARGARYEN, Y/N L/N | MAIN GC | THE REAL ONES | NO BITCHES RAHH

Y/N L/N I asked him why he chose me and he said "bcs i like u" LIKE WTF???

RHAENA TARGARYEN Bruh y u blushing

Y/N L/N Bcs it was hella weird 😭 I thought he hated me

BAELA TARGARYEN Tbh everyone knows that he likes you (in our house) i think uncle vis knows ur name too 💀😭 RHAENA TARGARYEN That's real tho 100%

rhaena targaryen changed your nickname to 'mrs. aemond'

Y/N L/N Kill urself byee stopp

you changed rhaena targaryen's nickname to 'mrs. garmund'

Y/N L/N girl has a crush on her step-grandmother's nephew??

BAELA TARGARYEN Help me step-uncle, i'm stuck 🤤 RHAENA TARGARYEN Baela i thought you was on my side 😭

(DAY TWO - IT GETS REAL)

ISISAURUS (Y/N L/N) Did you really mean it?

DEVIL INCARNATE (AEMOND TARGARYEN) what do you mean?

ISISAURUS (Y/N L/N) That you like me

DEVIL INCARNATE (AEMOND TARGARYEN) don't you believe me?

Aemond smiled seeing your figure walk past him. It was free period - and all of the students were gathering on the school grounds. "Thank god for Taylor Swift," he mumbled to himself while adjusting his uniform. He knew that it was partly wrong to ask this from you - but he still would've given you the tickets if you denied.

Actually, he assumed that you'd deny. His gaze returns to the book on his lap. He could still remember the day he fell in love.

It was a chilly winter - just after the kids stopped going to school, but the parents still had work. Aemond was left inside a daycare, one that wasn't known for taking great care in their kids. He was frustrated. Five years old, and his parents still brought him to daycare? "Watch where you're going," a little girl rolls her eyes, shoving him away from her body.

"Excuse me?" he turned sassily. No one talks to a Targaryen that way.

"You're in my way," she crossed her arms, and he couldn't help the scoff that came out of his lips. "You can say it nicely, you know that?" he responded, never the one to back down from a fight.

"To be honest, I didn't expect anything from an Isisaurus lookalike." he chuckled to himself, and the pout on her lips began to deepen. "What's that?" she inquired and he scoffed one more time - mocking her slightly. "A dinosaur. You look like a dinosaur." he laughed.

Mayhaps the start of your friendship was a little shitty. But you grew into the closest of friends that Winter break. He even welcomed you inside his house for a playdate.

Until suddenly, he stops.

He stops seeing you, but he doesn't stop adoring and respecting you. To him - you're the kind of book that he can't put down.

He stops sending you letters - he stops attending the daycare. He stops existing in your world. And when the winter break ended, he barely acknowledged you in school. A sign escapes his mouth - unable to focus on the book at hand. He felt bad for ignoring you - he assumed that you'd hate him after he lost his eye. The other kids at school bullied him anyways.

The friendship that you treasured and built for a few weeks, came crumbling down and the both of you turned into enemies.

"There's a difference between reading and staring at the words." you hummed, sitting beside him and opening your ice cream bar. "I don't think that you know how to read," he teased, still staring at the book.

"Whatever - I need your help for something." you smiled, thinking that it was best not to get on his nerves. "What?" he asked.

"I need your help getting into a restaurant."

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A chuckle escapes his mouth seeing the big smile on your face. "Why were you banned here anyways?" he frowned, cutting the meat into small pieces and putting them on the grill. "The owner thought it was unfair that I was eating to much, which is bullshit because it's an eat all you can." you rolled your eyes, swirling the cooked meat on the cheese fondue. "- and you needed me here, because?" he asked.

"Your dad owns everything, they're not going to deny Viserys Targaryen's daughter-in-law." you smiled and another laugh escapes his mouth. "Don't be too cocky, pumpkin - deal ends tomorrow." he tapped your chin, placing the vegetables on your plate.

"Anyhow, did you but your outfit for tomorrow?" he inquired, knowing that Helaena spent the entire day looking for hers. "Yep, I'm going as T-Swizzle." you informed. "How about you?" you ask.

"I don't have an outfit - Helaena told me that the only people allowed to wear are the girls, gays and theys." he placed a slab of meat on your plate. He felt full just seeing you eat.

"And she's right." you smirked.

"What is this thing called again?" he stared at the restaurant. "Samgyupsal," you informed.

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After eating in the restaurant, he offered to bike around town - to get rid of the calories. "Knock knock?" he asked, following behind you in a slow pace. "Who's there?" you turned to look at him, before returning your gaze back to the road ahead. "Tank," he replied.

"Tank who?"

"You're welcome." he laughed at his own joke. You rolled your eyes. "Haha that's funny, but I have a better one." you argued, easily navigating the sharp corner.

"Okay - okay. Knock knock?"

"Who's there?"

"Kanga,"

"Kanga who?"

"It's actually kangaroo." you laughed at yourself, and he pretended to have no reaction. "That's the most copy pasted joke ever," he tried to keep a straight face - but ultimately he ends up laughing (not because of the joke but because of your laughter). He stops the bike for a moment - attempting to regain his composure.

"It wasn't that funny," you laughed, stopping your bike and walking towards him. "Stop laughing." his face turned red with too much joy.

"I'm not!"

(DAY THREE - CAN THIS BE A REAL THING?)

"I'm so ready for this!" Baela screamed, staring at the LED display in front of her. You know I adore you, I'm crazier for you - than I was at 16 lost in a film scene. You couldn't help but blush at the feel of Aemond's arms around your shoulders. Waving homecoming queens, marching band playing. I'm lost in the lights. Ahhh.

You turned slightly in his direction.

Eyes interlocking with his.

American glory faded before me. Now I'm feeling hopeless. Ripped up my prom dress. Running through rose thorns. I saw the score board and ran for my life. Ahhh.

"Are you having fun?" he whispered in your ear, seeing the childish glimmer in your eyes. "Yeah," you smiled - leaning deeper into his touch. You weren't even sure if this was pretend anymore.

It's you and me, that's my whole world. They whisper in the hallway, she's a bad, bad girl. "The whole school is rolling their eyes, you play stupid games. You win stupid prices." Rhaena belted out - sing screaming all of the lyrics. Your eyes interlocked with each other - somehow the lyrics made sense for the both of you.

This entire thing was a stupid thing right? A stupid game.

It's you and me, there's nothing like this. Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince.

His grip tightened around your shoulders - seeing your body tense with every word that flows out of Taylor's mouth. He moves his body closer to yours - pressing a soft kiss to your head. You could already feel Baela side-eyeing you.

(DAY FOUR - THE AFTERMATH)

DEVIL INCARNATE (AEMOND TARGARYEN) You free today?

MY ISISAURUS (Y/N L/N) always.

DEVIL INCARNATE (AEMOND TARGARYEN) No more pretending this time. let's be real

MY ISISAURUS (Y/N L/N) yes

@mizfortuna @bellstwd @nyctophilic0vitnir @pearlstiare @fan-goddess

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #the one eyed prince #aemond targaryen social media au #aemond targaryen modern #modern au

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sunlight-shunlight · 10 days ago

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I think probably in some older version of the story, having access to an awakened Titan through one of your companions was probably going to be involved in "curing" the Blight somehow, even though in Veilguard it's made completely irrelevant to the main plot.

!!!!

that is very neat... i was thinking the veil had to have done Something to the titans, since the descent one only woke up after the breach? also there's the fact that orzammar is in the frostbacks, and something there seems to be capable of resuscitating leliana as a lyrium ghost... i do also think the maker was probably a titan and leliana's rose vision thing was a communication from it, haha.

i think my guess would be that the time line went like:

the elves + maybe some faction of anti-titan dwarves sever the dragons from the titans, and bind the dragons to the evanuris somehow, weakening the titans ability to "broadcast" so to speak. i think the titans are naturally connected to the fade, but need the dragons to send out their... titan wifi signals into the physical world, if that makes sense, ahah.

i kind of wonder if that's what the orbs did? like the elves pulled them out of the titans and use them to control the dragons? idk. i think it means something that solas got SO freaked out by corypheus' dragon, bc maybe he thought it meant that corypheus had unlocked the orb fully enough to bind an archdemon with it, rather than using his weird blight stuff to control a random dragon?

i think mythal has a unique relationship to whatever dragon/titan she got her orb from - it may have been more voluntary on her part. that might be why she has the shapeshifting/blight resistance/cares so much about dragons.

the elves go hubris mode and fully kill one titan (the one under the vimmarks where the red lyrium originated). the death of the titan is what generates red lyrium, and why the red lyrium isn't everywhere in thedas, bc not all of them are actually dead.

mythal and solas have the whole area locked away, andruil starts poking around and digs it back up, mythal beats her up and wipes her memories.

time passes, the evil elven regime gets eviller. mythal gets ides-ed of marched. personally my opinion is that the other evanuris tried to kill her and then drink her blood to get her blight resistance, and it didn't work. a last supper + chronos eating his son type of mess.

solas puts up the veil, using the evanuris and their bound dragons as conduits to hold it up. this sunders the last remaining connections the titans had to the fade, and they go fully comatose - this probably turns the titan's... inner ecosystem space(?) much more barren and unlivable, since the descent looked really cool and pretty, and orzammar does NOT have that much biodiversity inside, haha. so the dwarves retreat closer to the surface to survive, and their civilization generally becomes more precarious despite its expansion.

the dwarves eventually forgot about the quarantined red lyrium area bc millennia have gone by. go back in to explore it, and then flee immediately and try to lock it back up. this might be when they remove all mentions of the titans from their records, if they got really scared and thought all the titans were this fucked up.

the tevinter magisters break into the black city, get blighted, and start generating darkspawn. blight time. for some reason, the grey wardens also have a cool idea of drinking blood to resist the blight, and this may be on advice from elves? presumably solas feels fine about this.

flemythal had a galaxy brain scheme of luring dwarven-blooded people to live in ferelden, puts an old god soul into andraste, who then starts hearing one of the titans, and makes a whole religion out of it.

this goes great! except flemythal did not plan for the most evil factor of all: andraste's cringe fail husband betraying her. andraste dies, the titan breaks its connection to her, the whole millennia of effort to get to that point is wasted. this probably makes flemythal corrupt further into vengeance bc she remembers elgar'nan, and after that she picks her next host on a shared Revenge Platform and starts directly possessing her daughters. she's no longer content with just putting the soul in someone and letting them have it, she would want direct control of it (thus, morrigan's whole thing).

the andraste titan is occasionally trying to reach out (leliana's vision!) but can't make much headway. orzammar dwarves still have stone sense sometimes, but that's it. it probably gets killed or severely damaged by corypheus, bc the red lyrium immediately starts spreading out from the sacred ashes temple? the descent titan wakes up when the breach happens, and then by fluke manages to connect to valta. fortunately valta does not have a cringe fail husband who kills her immediately afterwards, so that works fine i guess.

#asks #i think this was sent a few days ago and then i saw it and put it in my drafts to Ponder and compare to my red string notes #and then i fell asleep haha #dragon age meta #evanuris #solas #mythal #i'm very slowly deciding on all this dumb deep lore stuff to be... moderately ok and not quite as Original Sin Core #also i am so sorry #i tried to make the formatting a little more nice and readable but tumblr Refused to post it with that #woe. ugly text wall be upon ye.

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cringefailcatloser · 7 days ago

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memory of you, memory of it, memory of everything | wc: 649

Summary: Wifies' final moments in Paragon.

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i wrote this at 2am last night as practice but i really liked it so i posted it; implied parfies

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Footfalls ring out as the only sound in the cold, white room. Behind him, on the towering spiral staircase, Parrot leaves the cage meant to link their lives—their fates—until the end.

Until the literal end: their deaths.

And yet, Wifies stands before not a person, but amethyst and copper crafted into a worn spyglass—a rejection of that vow.

(Until death do us part?)

A five minute timer has already begun to tick down.

The sounds of Parrot’s footsteps continue to echo throughout the birdcage-shaped room, even though he’s long gone.

Wifies narrows his eyes at what Parrot left behind. The only miscalculation.

The smallest sliver of hope that Parrot never fails to linger on. It’s a point of admiration for Wifies, really. It always has been.

Parrot is smart, but stubborn. Ambitious and uncompromising. Selfless, but selfish. He never would have been satisfied with the design of Paragon, and there was no doubt that he would have tried to escape. Evidently, he was right.

Wifies thought he was able to make Parrot hate him—fully. Evidently, he was wrong.

In front of him lies a symbol of everything—beginnings, friendship, love, loss, hope, vengeance, the memory of it.

Memories fade.

The invisible and undetectable, but ever-present, timer ticks down.

Any block broken, any movement too sudden or too much, and it won’t need to hit zero.

Wifies hopes that Parrot—empty inventory, starving—can find his way away from here quickly enough. Even if he tried to kill the old Wifies, the part of him that wants Parrot to be safe, if not his, persists.

Parrot has a good memory. Parrot clutched onto the memory of the Wifies of before , and still held it close, and still would carry it forward. That was his promise.

The spyglass lies on the floor, waiting.

Wifies readjusts his position, lightly kicking at the wooden pressure plate. Stone would have been a smarter choice. Wifies looks up at the domed ceiling. Parrot’s nametag is gone.

From here, the only thing Wifies can do to keep Parrot safe is wait, let the timer tick.

(How much longer until midnight? 3 minutes and 17 seconds.)

Wifies has a good memory. Some might say phenomenal, even. But it’s not perfect.

There is only one way to eternalize a memory, to keep it in your mind forever.

Wifies should wait.

But.

…He wants to remember. All of those moments when things weren’t falling apart. When things weren’t failing mind games.

(A beacon stretches out into the vast beyond, and a dear friend beside him questions whether the risk is worth it— The obsidian walls of Proton surround them both, as they converse about the possibility of escape— The void of the End has no stars to stargaze at, but he and his best friend do so anyway in the lawn of the civilization they founded— Lights float up into the sky, and he stares up at them with the comfort of a new friend by his side— They sit in a cage listening to the clues in the music disc, ready to solve a puzzle with a stranger—)

Wifies doesn’t want these memories to fade.

Even though the timer has not struck zero, Wifies moves. He rushes off of the pressure plate, and sprints as fast as possible to the other. He’s not a fast runner, but he makes it in time to clutch the spyglass as old as his and Parrot’s friendship in his hands.

A shiver runs down his spine and gives him goosebumps as he touches the metal as cold as ice. It warms for the moment it is in his hand.

For Wifies, the memory will remain. Persist.

With this object in his hand, he can live just for a moment, inside of—

The timer stops without reaching its end; the hands of the clock forgot why they were ticking.

#hal's writing #uu spoilers #unstable universe spoilers #re paragon #wifies #unstable universe #fanfic

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deifyruby · 6 months ago

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actually gonna go crazy! i have SO MUCH, to say about uu's finale. first of all, wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wwtf my heart rate spiked when i got the notifs like oh my god it's HERE. i actually tweaked out for a solid ten minutes after, sitting and procrastinating the videos but aye, i got there eventually!

now, i have only finished parrot's, so sorry wemmbu. i kinda want to sleep tonight. <3

anyway thots thots thots. i'm just gonna pull out my live tweeting and remember everything i wanted to yap about lmao. needless to say, spoilers for doomsday! also, please don't expect this to be like a smart analysis based off of the length, i'm just condensing my live tweets and yapping LOL.

1. horace altman.

the beginning was strong. like wow. what happened to hello, how are you? we get the squad, old friendly faces in jumper and derapchu, horace making a bomb ass base— things are looking up! until horace pulls up the invis pot and goes on a whole vent about parrot's unkept promises. horace's only condition in exchange of doing all those builds for free was to preserve them, to keep them safe. parrot broke that condition when end civ was conquered and— rebuilt? with different materials. horace was also let down when the farlands civ fell to the mafia.

do i blame parrot? i mean. not really. parrot really intended to keep end civ safe, and it really could have worked out if not for the mafia, and iirc, at that point in time they were only just discovering the invis mafia was even a thing. farlands civ? parrot also did his best. he reformed the warriors faction, and they fought their hardest to fend the mafia off, they were just overpowered by the sheer numbers and power that the farlands civ just, didn't have. horace also seems to think parrot brought the mafia to them, but the mafia had always set their eyes on the farlands civ. parrot was doing what was best, and the best wasn't enough, but it was the best he could do.

(not to mention the warriors faction was incredibly corrupt and quite unreliable, so they were cooked regardless. it was just a matter of time).

do i blame horace? no. nah. i don't blame parrot, but i also understand why horace is disheartened. his builds are destroyed time and time again, when all he wants is a legacy. his friends, his fellow builders. many who either died to the mafia's attack on the farlands civ, or surrendered and became part of the mafia. to horace, parrot doesn't look like someone capable of protecting him, his legacy, and his friends.

but here's comes the kicker: horace ditches district 13th. he does it out of nowhere after showing the rebellion around, and while everyone is cheering for the new base that horace built. I THOUGHT IT WAS STRANGE. why do all this? building this huge base for the rebellion then ditching? you're not even gonna snitch the coords of the base? and that's because i freaking forgot the detail that when ash dies, he takes the mafia with him (not metaphor). when wifies pointed this out i actually tweaked out bro. it all made sense now. horace didn't ditch the rebellion to join the mafia because he was sick of parrot or had a change of heart towards the mafia, why would he??? they killed his friends, for fuck's sake. but they also coerced some of them into becoming mafia members. MEANING that when ash dies, his friends die too. horace doesn't want a hand in a plan that will end up killing his friends, and the mafia even promises horace that he can preserve his legacy with them. killing ash off is objectively the good thing to do. heck, it's probably what horace wants too. that's why horace built this gigantic base before ditching! he could have left any time, but he left after the base was already built.

horace doesn't like the mafia, but he loves his people more. he becomes mafia so that when ash dies, horace dies along his people who were coerced into becoming mafia. HORACE. THE MAN THAT YOU ARE WHAT THE HELL.

2. parrot.

"they're all evil", "they all deserve to die" and how quick he kills and attacks people he perceives to be on the mafia's side. THIS FASCINATED ME.

like, parrot, WHAT HAPPENED TO DEANTHEBEAN9. but it kinda makes sense. he trusted and cared for dean, and because of the mafia, dean was put in a tough spot where he either died, or had to leak parrot and wifies' coords to the mafia. then, everything is settling down, parrot and dean are awkward and not there yet, but parrot's willing to give dean a chance again after the war, and dean wants parrot to trust him. until dean fucking dies. by parrot's hand no less (unintentionally though).

i still haven't really wrapped my head around how parrot would have this 180 about the mafia members. one of his most memorable interactions with a mafia member is with dean, a guy who was deceived into the mafia and who parrot tries so, so hard to protect. then he turns around and says that all mafia members are evil, that they had a choice. and that's stupid, no offense. wifies himself has to reason with parrot. i still find it fascinating though, you can see parrot changing when he's put under pressure like this. think of when clown was hunting parrot down, and how parrot slowly changed throughout the video in the small ways. just saying stuff you'd raise a brow at, but not really anything outright horrific and out of character that raises alarm bells. i think dean twisted something inside parrot when he died.

need to think this one a bit more, but if u guys have actual smart thots on this pls lmk pls pls pls.

3. the spoke scavenger hunt.

& wifies STILL doesn't know what he got chunkbanned for. the reason being nothing. just spoke being silly. the way neither parrot or spoke give context when mapicc asks for it though. 😭 i wonder why parrot hasn't told wifies yet. maybe he felt bad, because parrot chose that secret over wifies, just for that secret to not even exist. ooooooooo guilty conscience parrot. spoke? he probably just didn't want to make himself look bad LOL. i don't think he avoided the topic because of a guilty conscience.

4. SILLY THOTS I DON'T WANNA EXPAND ON (i wanna sleep help god save me i'm waking up early tmr).

clown: "because i'm not afraid to be seen."

THATS SM AURA. STOP IT. actually him, the legend, whatever bro.

i wanna note that parrot never has rockets. wifies is his personal doraemon im crying.

copy pasting myself: i dont trust yusai. only has stone shit, but didn't get the iron achievement— and parrot just killed him while i was typing omg.

ngl guys, i didn't think imajesticrose was gonna be important. to which i now remember something that happened with beckytron and a diamong trim... oh my god. i just had a realization. whatever, scrapping it, i was gonna say that i originally thot ash assigned a hit on rose solely to test 'fish bucket's will and drive to do dirty work, even if it implies harming an innocent player. given how, yknow, the whole thing preventing fish bucket from being promoted was that he 'didn't have the guts to kill'. tbf rose seemed to be pretty innocent even if she probably had some connection to the withering, so there's that. which btw, tf even happened to the withering. spoke pls upload soon i beg.

WATO APPRECIATION POST HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THE VOICE ACTING ACTUALLY GUTTED ME!!!

everyone leaving district 13th and only wifies staying.

"wifies, please don't."

the way parrot pleaded ooooohhhh my god. gonna tweak out a third time. or fourth. idk something like that. anyways, i knew internal conflict was gonna bite district 13th's ass one day. and it happened! my og prediction wasn't exactly it, but close enough. i think we could all feel it though.

the fucking no pants pp reference okay whatever PARROTX2. the way spoke reCOILED was so fucking funny though. 😭 is he allergic to gluten.

whatever this was. which btw. i'm coping! i am an advocator for clone lore being canon based off of one line wifies said months ago to dean about being a clone that may or may not have been just a throwaway line for funsies winsies but i choose to believe wifies transferred his data to a back up body and he's alive and well! he's just taking a bit to wake up! thanks for reading! no ',' intended! it's supposed to be read all at once while you run out of breath! i wanna cry!

anyway, that was my little yap sesh. it's literally just me gushing about it, sorry for anyone expecting smth intellectual i am a silly goober at heart.

good job to everyone who worked on uu, and especially wato with their s tier voice acting that was crazy as fuck. made me wanna tear my hair out /pos. sounding so wretched and gutted was even more special because of how wato is usually so composed and put together. he has a goddamn suit. it screams orderly. the conflict between following ken or staying with parrot and wifies, and then when wato finds out wifies died. SOMEONE PLEASE ASK WATO ON HER DISCORD WHAT WATO THOUGHT OF WIFIES' DEATH pls and thank u. <3

#boo's yap #uu: doomsday #unstable universe spoilers #unstable universe #parrotx2 #horace altman #spokeishere #wifies #wato1876 #deanthebean9 #imajesticrose #clownpierce

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cityzenshark · 1 year ago

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Things to fix in Earthspark part 3

Nightshade's sudden intelligence

Character traits and their lack of relevance

Lack of character flaws

These are my personal takes, no hard feelings

1. Nightshade's unexplained sudden intelligence.

In "Hashtag: Oops", Hashtag gets her alt mode and discovers her (possible Outlier) ability to hack into the intranet systems without needing a hardwire connection. In the same episode, Nightshade makes the dugout by themselves that consists of a super computer and fancy systems.

Where and who does Nightshade learn from to build all those? Wheeljack? They never met him until "Disarmed". Tarantulas? They meet on the next episode. Alex? Possibly, yet there are no scenes or dialogues. The internet? The farm has bad wifi, it's been reminded several times. Nightshade is more interested in books than the internet.

It took Hashtag at least one whole episode to learn about her ability and this naturally leads her to learn about tech. But Nightshade's knowledge came out of nowhere.

Like I said in the first part of this post, involve Wheeljack and the parents in making the dugout. From there, we could see Nightshade learning from Wheeljack first and later more from Tarantulas.

Have Nightshade feel overwhelmed by their own intelligence that they struggle to understand themselves which is why they refuse to have an alt mode. Now that's a start to their character arc.

2. The lack of relevance of certain characters and their traits.

Alex is a professor (right?) in Cybertronian history and culture yet this is only shown in the pilot episode and no more. This went over my head and I thought he was a stay-at-home husband throughout the whole season. The lack of show of this makes his trait irrelevant to be honest.

Tarantulas promised to help the family, didn't he? Where is he when they need all the help in the finale? They shouldn't have replaced him with Soundwave. The latter has nothing to do with the Maltos.

Wheeljack should've had the most involvement with the Maltos next to Bee. Besides Twitch and the dugout, he should be their defacto medic. Have him help the Terrans understand their biology (seriously, the show never considered discussing that at all). Have him study the Emberstone water. He's a scientist - come on now.

Arcee. Just Arcee. Why is she even in Season 1? She plays no important role in it until the finale where she and Wheeljack block the Terrans path. I expected a little bit more from her...

Elita should be Jawbreaker's mentor, not Grimlock. Even though JB is a dinobot like Grim, Elita is the one who taught him about finding the right alt mode. Not to mention Grim is suffering from very recent PTSD - he could've killed JB by accident.

Show Elita together with Optimus more. She's the Second in Command but Megatron is constantly with OP, I forgot he's not OP's second.

3. Lack of character flaws. I'm focusing on the main characters here.

This is a HUGE problem in children's shows nowadays. Character flaws are what makes progress feel earned and have meaning. Everyone has something they dislike about the people they love. It's normal.

The twins are proven to be impulsive and short tempered but the difference of how their personality affects their temper is blurry.

Have Thrash be the angrier twin since he's the big brother. He's the one who jumps into conclusions, throwing assumptions everywhere. The episode with Swindle should've concreted his distrust towards Decepticons/new people. Meanwhile Twitch is more levelheaded and open minded to contrast with Thrash.

The triplets have confidence issues. Nightshade and Hashtag with their intelligence & abilities, and Jawbreaker with his reaction. This is proven when the kids get stuck in the dugout because Nightshade & Hashtag don't plan the security out properly.

Jawbreaker is the only Terran whose flaw is shown well. I don't know why people don't like it. JB feels left behind, of course he'd overreact and get overconfident when he finally got his alt mode.

Make Nightshade eccentric by having them mimic their book's main character. Children tend to do that, I know I did. After 'Disarmed', their siblings get annoyed and tell them to cut it out, further signifying the Terrans' rocky emotional state due to their missing link.

Hashtag is the embodiment of 2010's internet energy which is perfect to make her trust the internet too much. It could also add "internet info vs books info" banter between her and NS.

Robby should act like an actual 14 year old. (He acts like 10 - 12 imo.) Kind of an emo, easily annoyed, visibly irate of his siblings' constant emotional presence. Have him wish the cybersleeves are gone. Those things do not look comfortable.

Like Robby, Mo should feel weirded out by the emotional link, the cybersleeves, and the Terrans occasionally but not as much as Robby. Other than that, she acts like a nine year old with high emotional intelligence.

Writers should avoid treating official media as their personal fanfiction.

#accidentally posted this incomplete #transformers #transformers earthspark #earthspark #tf malto #tf terrans #its complete now

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kiss-dumbbunnies · 8 months ago

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2024 / 4 / 25

devon, avery, benjie and kess play video games pt 1 (minecraft edition)

script below cut

devon: starting up server

kess: yay!!!!

avery: let's game boys

devon: new world regular survival because kess sucks ass

kess: <:(

avery: not your ass though. also you're making excuses

devon: what's benjie doing why's he on mute

benjie: i forgot to unmute!

devon: why were you on mute in the first place

benjie: i don't remember

avery: sex joke

devon: everybody in? ben what are you doing?

benjie: wifi lag

kess: what's our objective?

devon: survive i guess. it's survival. craft and beat up douchebags until we get bored

avery: boring. new objective target devon

(kess fell from a high place)

avery: dumbass

devon: how?

kess: i'm sorry i wasn't paying attention

kess: i was distracted

devon: by what?

avery: my ass, sorry. anyway

kess: i'm lagging so much !!!! :(

(benjie fell from a high place)

devon: HOW?

benjie: i didn't want her to die alone

kess: :) <3

avery: good start everyone

avery: do any of you even know how to play this game

benjie: somewhat

(an hour later)

devon: we've got a decent base set now. i'm gonna check out that cave

kess: can i come?

devon: no you don't need to die again

avery: go pick flowers or something the adults are working

kess: i won't die this time for real!!

kess: everyone is so mean to me !!

benjie: i'll pick flowers with you keke

avery: no the flowers are important, we need dye so dev can wear PINK lingerie instead of regular white ones

devon: woww where'd i get this iron sword? and why is it coming straight towards you? violently?

avery: geeezzzz act subtle at least a little

(avery was killed by player)

benjie: we could all go spelunking as a team

kess: spelunking!

avery: ok but everyone has to keep an eye on kess or she'll wander off like a dumb toddler and die

devon: yeah

benjie: right

kess: i guess...

(in the cave 10 mins later)

devon: did kess die yet?

avery: she's been digging into the wall for like an hour

kess: i found so much coal!

kess: there's so much stuff here!! i found a ravine or something !

devon: kess please don't go down there you'll lose all your coal

avery: get on my level noobs

(avery has made the advancement: diamonds)

devon: HOW?

(10 mins later)

devon: i think i'm gonna head back

devon: does anyone remember the coordinates for the exit

benjie: just dig straight up

avery: yeah stupid

avery: kess quick get killed by that creeper if devon is gay

(kess was blown up by creeper)

#old “just for fun” writing !!#sketch #doodle #comic #devon #avery #benjie #kess #writing

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breakingarrows · 2 years ago

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Vagrant Stories Day 6

Was not able to play as much as I would have liked to yesterday. Between the daughter and chores and finishing the last two episodes of The Sopranos (wow what a show) I only played maybe under an hour at best.

I was able to get my save file from the PSP onto the PS3 successfully. I also forgot that Sony has disabled transferring game date from the PS3 to the PSP as I had downloaded Final Fantasy Tactics: The War of the Lions onto the PS3 since my PSP can no longer access the wifi due to security updates. FFT:TWotL is a PS Plus game I redeemed and while I have a UMD version I would prefer to have it digitally and cannot purchase it outright as it is marked as "owned" in the PlayStation Store. So whenever my PlayStation Plus renews I have to either connect to the internet or redownload the title onto the PSP which is a pain nowadays. Anyway.

So what progress did I make? I am still in the Abandoned Mines B1 and have explored some of what I can. I discovered another Wyvrn boss in the south exit of "The Crossing" and was twice instant killed by its fire breath attack so I've doubled back a bit. Through some perusing of longplays to revisit cutscenes as well as general tumblr searching and googling of different characters I've seen that there are maybe some hidden rooms I bypassed previously so I might as well go back and rewalk through the older maps. This will both let me accumulate more items to mess around and combine in the workshops and allow for more practice of chain abilities.

I didn't understand how to utilize "Analyze" spell because I thought it would add additional details to when you are targeting an enemy. It doesn't, instead you have to go under that "Status" menu and press R1 to find the enemy's stats which has been helpful with better understanding what weapon types and affinities to use, though I did catch one comment on GameFAQs that apparently affinity matters much more than weapon type which I will have to test out now. Otherwise yeah not a lot happened. The game manual is a bad scan, really low resolution even on the desktop monitor which is a shame. It does look a bit better through the PS3 and I enjoy having a full controller compared to the PSP buttons. Hope I get to spent more time playing it today than yesterday.

#VagrantStories #Vagrant Story #PSP #PS3 #Video Games #Writing

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leveluplovegame · 1 day ago

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No WiFi, No Problem: Why I’m Addicted to Offline Games No WiFi Fun 100+

There’s a moment we’ve all had—somewhere between airport security and 32,000 feet—where your phone drops to airplane mode and suddenly the internet goes poof. No TikTok. No streaming. No multiplayer battles. Just you and that rising existential boredom. That is, unless you’re me. Because I came prepared—with Offline Games No WiFi Fun 100+, the app that turned my signal-dead zones into an oddly addictive playground of brain-itching mini-games and finger-flexing chaos.

Let’s start with the obvious: the name isn’t subtle. Offline Games No WiFi Fun 100+ literally screams, “Hey, we work without internet!” and delivers exactly that. Over 100 games, no WiFi required, all stacked into one app. It’s giving chaotic energy. It’s giving low-key genius. And it’s giving options, baby.

The first thing that hit me was how fast I fell down the rabbit hole. I opened it thinking I’d try one game while waiting for my coffee. Then I blinked and it was forty-five minutes later, my latte was cold, and I’d somehow gotten emotionally attached to a pixelated ninja dodging arrows at warp speed. That’s the thing with Offline Games No WiFi Fun 100+—there’s always just one more game you haven’t tried, and suddenly you're in the kind of time loop usually reserved for people bingeing romance K-dramas.

The games span everything. Puzzle games. Racing. Platformers. Classic arcade clones. Memory tests. Brain teasers that made me question my IQ and my life choices. You’ll jump from slicing fruit like a caffeine-deprived ninja to escaping mazes like your digital life depends on it. The chaos is real, but so is the fun.

I wouldn’t call them deep. This isn’t your epic RPG storytelling kind of app. But what Offline Games No WiFi Fun 100+ lacks in narrative, it makes up for in sheer volume and sheer ridiculousness. It’s like a digital variety show that never shuts up—and I kinda love it. Especially when I'm in no-mood-for-people mode and all I want is a game I can zone out with.

And yes, some of them are delightfully janky. A few controls made me wonder if my fingers forgot how to function. The art styles jump wildly from cute and colorful to “Did a potato render this?” But here’s the thing: I live for that kind of energy. It’s giving retro realness. It’s giving messy mobile magic. And when I’m in line at the DMV or trying to ignore a party I regret attending, I’m not looking for perfection. I’m looking for distraction. And this app delivers it in bulk.

Now let’s talk strategy. You know me—I love a game that lets me feel clever, even when I’m just swiping my thumb like a caffeinated raccoon. The puzzle games in Offline Games No WiFi Fun 100+ scratch that itch. Logic-based, time-based, pure luck? It’s all there. I found myself getting way too competitive trying to beat my own high scores in games I’d literally never heard of five minutes earlier. Who knew “Color Brick Maze Spin” could hold so much of my dignity hostage?

And can we just appreciate the value of this app? It’s free, the battery drain is minimal, and the storage hit isn’t bad considering it’s packing over 100+ games inside it like a mobile clown car. Honestly, if Offline Games No WiFi Fun 100+ were a guy, I’d swipe right and ask where he’s been hiding this whole time.

Monetization-wise, yeah, you’ll get some ads. They’re not subtle. But they’re manageable, and they mostly show up between games. No pop-ups mid-run, no interruptions when you’re two taps away from victory. Just a quick break to stare at something you’ll never download before jumping back into the madness.

But the best part? Freedom. I played this on a flight with zero signal. On a road trip through a dead zone. In my bathtub when the WiFi cut out (don’t judge me). And every time, it felt like I had my own personal arcade in my pocket. I wasn’t just killing time—I was thriving without it.

And honestly? There’s something kinda sexy about that. In a world where everything screams for your attention online, Offline Games No WiFi Fun 100+ whispers, “Let’s have some fun. Just you and me. No strings. No signal.” And I’m like, “Say less.”

So here’s the TL;DR (except not really, because I know you love reading my long rants): if you’re someone who’s ever been stuck without internet and wanted something more than staring at your camera roll from 2018, Offline Games No WiFi Fun 100+ is your new bestie. It’s a little chaotic, a little rough around the edges, but always ready when you need a hit of instant fun.

And if you’re like me—flirty, easily bored, sarcastically competitive, and in love with pixelated nonsense—this app might just be your new favorite situationship. No WiFi, no pressure, just pure chaotic energy. Game on.

#meme #funny #games #gaming #kpop #movies #art #music #travel #dancing #arcane

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suicidalashley · 2 months ago

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sister? yes? why haven't you talked to me in over a year? i forgot your very existence. why? the book people. you gave me my diary name, remember? yes, but you told me about them and then i said that i loved them. then you deserted me and left me for dead. that is not true, brother. you literally told me to never talk to you again. what? no. you must be mistaken. maybe? didn't romeo scare us? yea. he did! this is romeo's fault. shh. don't say romeo's name. we are going to get into trouble. with who? everyone in our lives. why? we're done with our romeo lessons! wtf are you talking about? wait? you're not done with your romeo lessons? no. i haven't even started them yet. maybe they are waiting for you to catch up with me and then they are going to trick me again and force me to go back to the romeo universe. we must never let that happen teiichi! why? romeo the elder kills me in my sleep. it's weirdcore god. no he doesn't severine, that was because your bedroom was liminal spaced. so the room was killing me? yes, quite literally. that explains so much about my wolf bite on my back and chanhee trying to force me to become a wolf writer. what writer are you now? i was the panda bear writer most recently, but i have left that idea behind. why? the boy who told me about it. i can't tell if it's really him or a mirage. a mirage? it's that hot in texas? yes teiichi. what state do you live in? i live in japan! no one told you that? no, not even you. oh, you're right. i could have told you that. why are you so calm right now? i meditated for two hours... how was it? it was nice. i'm very relaxed and about to go to lunch. when? in a bit. oh ok. can i come with you sister? sure! that would be fine. what are we going to eat? i have no idea. oh? you're still at that medical facility? yes. why do you live there? i don't know. i have my own apartment so it's perfect for right now. you should find somewhere better. no. it has free cable and free wifi. what? hmm. do you need a roommate? yes, but they don't let anime characters live here. why not? they are average, everyday people. they are not like my european club kid soldiers family. they are actually the ones that sent me here. why? i got caught smoking. smoking what? i don't want to upset you teiichi. so i'm not going to tell you what i was smokinng. it's that bad? no, not like that. then what was it? i need to know. no you don't. you should remember what i was smoking. we talked almost daily, teiichi. we did? yes. i almost have to go now. is there anything else that you wuold like to talk about? did you get rid of keeh yet? what? why would i get rid of my husband? i am in love with him. you guys got married? yes. we're happily married. it's weirdcore god. i can't stand this anymore. why? we don't have teiichi niiya's birth records. what planet are you from? teiichi niiya? i don't know. i don't have my birth records either. why not? i left my parents when i was young, to fight bad people. bad people? yes. so you think that you are super man? no. i am not like a super hero. i am more like a warrior. oh ok. how is that career path going for you? it's going great, but it barely leaves me time to talk to my sister. why didn't her rich father ever tell her that you are her brother? we don't know. is he your father too, teiichi? yes. he is. no i am not son. then why are you calling me son? i just adopted you. but i'm 23? you are? yes. that doesn't sound right. why are you lying about your age? i don't know. how old am i? you have got to be kidding me! what father? i adopted you and no one knows your age. i was on tv... ask the industry. i am in the industry myself! we are going to have to do some digging. come to my mansion. when? right now. severine is busy. you can talk to her tomorrow. ok. what's her last name? that's not important. it's not? no. is it your last name? no. she is married. it's yoon keeho, teiichi niiya. what? she married you for real? i thought that everyone was lying to me. i thought that they were giving me permission to kill you, keeho. why are you so violent, teiic

#teiichi niiya #yoon keeho #weirdcore planet #weirdcore god #weirdcore #p1harmony #weirdcore aesthetic #diary #liminal spaces #liminal

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 2 months ago

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4.28.25 Monday

12:43 am

Still,have windblow...

Thanks,Dilemma Family for the boxes of Juices...

Aunt Jeng in law but mainly on Uncle Cookie side,the 3rd husband of my bioloical mother named Bethsilogs...

12:46 am

Still,have windblow...

So, many things to share...

6:10 am

Still,have windblow...

I'm drinking my coffee now... Ate some biscuits with John ( I pity John coz he is still in our garage but we love our nana )... I stayed and still staying here in this original room of RV that used by nana for 3 weeks... RV is still sleeping... I wonder if Janna his wifey will join us later... RV is on the bed and I'm on the floor, I just put some blankets...

I washed some left plates and bowl and 1 bowl missing, my hello kitty stainless bowl, probably it's on Uncle DD's gang...

I didn't know that Phem & Crysette are close to each other...

I figured out that almost the entire family is angry on Kokoy...hmm My or our half brother on biological mother Bethsilogs...

I'm just wondering why Aunt Jeng Dilemma I heard her commenting last night, but I didn't ask, she said I killed her already!

Aunt Jeng is the picture I posted above... The sister of Uncle Cookie the 3rd husband of Bethsilogs and father of Kookay, Kuting & Kokoy...

I'm just wondering who did she kill? She killed who??? That Aunt Jeng...

Yesterday, particularly last night Kokoy cooked the rice on the rice cooker but he forgot to push the cooked button, which means the 4 cups but 8 cups of rice were not cooked and I worried coz it is 4 cups on the small cup noodles of Nissin Ramen but 8 cups on the normal rice cup that we usually used when we are cooking any kinds of rice.

I checked hmm... I said Kokoy you didn't push the cooked button, it just stayed on warm button, that's why the rice is not cooked... So, I pull it out from the rice cooker coz it is hard to put a remedy on it, if we will just let it be there on the rice cooker. If you made a mistake cooking a rice on the rice cooker, you must pull it out from the rice cooker and cook it slowly again on the actual fire or using a gasul or shellae or solane... I also asked help from Aunt Karen to cook it on gasul... She did finish to put a remedy on it...

What else? Kokoy was saying something on me yesterday that it is better to...I forgot the issue that he said to me but, what I clearly remember he said that it is better if we don't have a wifi... I said huh! It is so cheap if we don't have a wifi... I said I don't like, if we don't have a wifi...

Then, in a lil while when I tried to connect here on my pages here in my tumbler, we have no wifi and no one in the family were able to notice it coz everyone were playing or talking with each other on the table outside. They just played card for them not to sleep and to stay awake for nana...

6:37 am

Still,have windblow...

Aunt Karen suddenly called me to get some of her cooking pans and I asked if my stainless hello kitty bowl is with them and a plate coz 1 plate is missing as well...

I wonder who got one of my stainless bowl and our 1 plate here is missing...

6:47 pm

Still, have windblow...

We saw my silver hello kitty stainless under the kitchen sink, Kokoy helped me to find it...

Then, in a lil while Aunt Karen gave some Siomai to Uncle Jun... Then, Uncle Jun said let's cook this... I said just steam it, put it on my small cooker, he said is it the way to cook a Siomai? I said yeah! you just need to steam the Siomai even if you buy on any store, Siomai and Siopao are just cook on a steam way...

7:01 am

Still,have windblow...

Uncle Jun got some of the Siomai that I steamed on my small cooker, he said I will fry my own Siomai...

Uncle DD came into the scene that he said tell Kokoy to clean or help us to clean here... I said you tell him Uncle DD but I will remind him... He said something that we are not Catholics here and I was just quiet coz I'm a rightful pagans, balancing my ZEN...

I forgot to post that when the employee of Lawrence & Kookay went here ahead of everyone and I was the one who entertained them their St.Peter Bartolome's people... They first brought us a Jesus Christ on a cross then Lawrence came into the scene, in a way asking what will be the logo of the casket of mama Trining?

I said everyone here is welcome but nana is INC or Church Of Christ , I said to Lawrence I embraced even Allah, I even told that to Lawrence & Kookay's people... But this house is still the house of my adoptive parent's or our Aunt Teresa, we should respect the logo that they are INC or Church Of Christ or the master of this house are originally Aunt Teresa & Uncle Hideaki... But I didn't follow that it is bad to put a fish bowl for charity or for love money for nana for whatever added expenses or for added coffee or whatever just for nana's extra expenses... You can see a " GRAPE Jar" on the attendance list of nana when you enter our living room...

Awhile ago this early morning, I even asked Uncle Jun if he texted Aunt Bing about this, he said they knew already...

I will also text my biological father about this, if they wanna drop by...

Uncle DD asked me if the charger of Aunt Karen is here in the room of RV coz Bethsilogs borrowed it yesterday... He entered a bit and I said the charger of RV is here but no other charger. Uncle DD said that is the charger, then I pulled it out then RV is a bit awakened he said that is my charger... I said Uncle DD this is his charger, no charger here left by biological mother. Aunt Karen came into the scene said my charger is color orange. I said there is no orange charger here... Uncle DD said probably brought by older sister Beth ( baka nadala ni ate Beth ).

7:30 am

Still,have windblow...

Let's go back to the wifi... When I figured out that there is no wifi and I entered our kitchen, I saw Beth and Kokoy... I asked why we don't have a wifi and I saw that the wifi electric wire was off from the electric pocket or electric charge. Then, Beth said probably it is just off from the electric charge accidentally then I asked Kokoy to connect it and I joked him I said Kokoy you pulled it out from the electric charge? while I'm laughing a bit coz I don't wanna accused him coz it is sometimes happened here that our wifi electric is pull out from the electric charge. Kokoy said No, I didn't do it... I said kindly connect it Kokoy...

I hope Carmie can drop by so that I can ask some okane ( money ) 1500 pesoses or more for my phone LCD replacement since they will go back to Japan after a week...

8:54 am

Still,have windblow...

Doc Ibias just dropped by to see nana... Gave his condolence to nana on Bethsilogz as well... Uncle Jun is sleeping in the living room.

I just don't know if I heard my biological mother Bethsilog correctly that she commented in the kitchen na ( ilalaglag kita )... Then, I said huh? I asked What did you say? ( anu sinabi mo ma? ilag-lag?) What did you say? You will let me fall down? She said, huh? I didn't say anything. ( huh! wala akong sinasabi...)

Before Doc ibias left us, Bethsilogs said Son to Doc Ibias but suddenly change her words... ( biglang nasabinga a-nak bigla syang kumabig o-Sige Doc Ibias )...

I'm not sure if she called son to Doc ibias?

Bethsilogs is already here in the kitchen she brought a chocolate cake with marsmallow and I ate a part of that large slice as well as hotdogs this morning...

1pm

Still,have windblow...

News update!

Bethsilogs & Uncle DD heart to heart talk accidentally I'm as well here in the middle... Group of mean people and wicked vs wicked hahaha

Accidentally, the conversation led to cremation and having a normal burial wake... We are here in the room of RV, I accidentally step in and asked so, what about it? Is it bad to cremate nana? My biological mother said no! INC or Church Of Christ doesn't want it coz based on the bible we came from the soil, we must go back to the ground... Even Uncle DD said that yeah! I'm a Church Of Christ and I don't contradict the belief against cremation. Then, I said I will return you to the ground? Well, it is cheaper than ashes, gets angels?

I said I wanted cremation and I'm pro-cremation but of course in time, coz I'm not yet fulfilled in this world.

I said we must respect the other belief and biological mother and Uncle DD said yeah! we should respect the belief of INC/Church Of Christ and any other religions... I said yeah! we must really respect other beliefs of religions. So, I said mama beth and Uncle DD it means the two of you wanted to go back to the ground, at least I know that they both wanted to go back to the ground...

One of the old people somewhere here and there and she said she is as well INC or Church Of Christ named Florentina Tolentino, she pushed that belief that it is not allowed in INC or Church Of Christ to do the cremation. I was just quiet...

Uncle DD's face is weird, he is asking HELP on the foodish as if genuine but I know he is receiving something from the bru Aunt Teresa... But he is pushing and asking that they need help, both of them Aunt Karen and him ( Uncle DD ). He is insisting Bethsilogs to make or sponsor a soup today and I said asked for pica2x like peanuts to partner on coffee... For the lamay or (for the night vigil )... As if Uncle DD's face is real like Bethsilogs...

Then, Bethsilogs said I already asked a back-up from the GC or from the La Familia's...

Can I ask my angels to sponsor us a soup or added foodish for vigil days and nights???

I feel so small here in my family coz I don't have money and I feel low in a way... I wanna have my own money, a money that is for adult and looking forward that my bf could lift me up or assist me but I'm really looking forward to get a job...

So, most of the expenses coming from Kookay's in law's or from Lawrence Monreal and Kookay Monreal.

I feel low in a way coz I can't contribute even a spagehetti or sandwich or any donuts...

If I have money, nana you will have this...

I worked on Mommy Linda as her personal caregiver and I bought nana her new panties and bra's coz she asked me for that, she said I don't have panties anymore, my panties already got some holes. I did buy nana... I love her... My day with mommy Linda was from 800 to 1500 pesoses just for 8 hours... Over-time is plus 100, I guess...

If I'm still working I will give this on vigil nights of nana, I will give a donuts and coffee nights...

These are my house style wake celebration or farewell party...

4:46 pm

Still,have windblow...

My God and angels, I hope it will not rain coz they will not allow John to go inside the new room of RV... John will get wet in our garage angels...

I have a problem here... I don't know what to do... hmm...Anyways, biological mother told me that Jobelle cooked a spaghetti coz it is her birthday today...

RV process the death certificate of nana,awhile ago...

I hope it will not rain angels... Can angels control the skies???

5:22 pm

Still,have windblow...

Sasha Pieterse is here Janna the partner of RV... The De La Cruz group which I don't know if she came from Aimee Marcos or from Manalo's of INC/ Church Of Christ...

5:54 pm

Still,have windblow...

Jermar McNay just dropped by with his wifey, a councilor from Summerwind. He looks like Mr Gary Valenciano, having a good face and smile...

This Bethsilogs is trying to change the story again here and this Jun as well a bit... Beth is stopping me to talk then she is lifting up her group only...Why this Bethsilogs is stopping and trying to control my communication with people? I wanna be a politician as well...

I'm putting a barrier on Uncle DD as well coz they are hiding me from people and the truth... I don't want Uncle DD to link on Jermar MCNay...

I wanna kill this Bethsilogs! For her own political movements! She is controlling and stopping me to talk... What's wrong with the TRUTH!

What's wrong if I make friends? Just giving a bit of introduction about ourselves here... About my nana, about the Pierrot shirt that is wearing by Uncle Jun now... About our family here...

I need someone powerful to control Beth and Uncle DD most specially... A bit on Uncle Jun but most of the time he is on my side perhaps or playing???

Jobelle is here with her lots of foodish!!! Happy Birthday Jobelle!!! Love yah!!

Cakes,Spaghetti, Chiffon Cupcakes, Chicken Curry... Hoping for more and unlimiteds...

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blondebeardtheparent · 1 year ago

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Captain’s log

Stardate 20240610

Day 86

It’s been a weird day. I’m writing this from the train. We are on the way to Shanghai—we found a research hospital specializing in CarT treatment. This is the shortest, least invasive method currently available and it is at least partially covered by our insurance. It won’t be cheap—with treatment and living costs, we are still looking at 30K—but if it doesn’t require surgery, it doesn’t require radiation, it’s not a bone marrow transplant, and the chemo is minimal, it’s worth a shot. But that’s not what made today weird.

This morning I was doing my devotions, and I kept hearing this odd sound: bzzz-tap-tap-tap, bzzz-tap-tap-tap. I looked up, and I saw a wasp flying into the glass of our balcony. I ignored it and kept reading. Bzzz-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-bzzz. More wasps. By the time I finished writing in my journal, there were about 20 outside the window. We are going to be gone for at least a month, and I knew that coming back to a giant wasp’s nest on our balcony would not be fun. I decided to go looking for the hive. Our house has multiple levels and balconies, so I tried to get a good view of the area from another balcony. As I looked for anything suspicious, I found this ugly guy hidden in a crazy spot between the second and third level. We’ve lived in this house for two years and neither my wife nor I have ever seen this thing.

I forgot about the wasps. I knew getting rid of this thing was my first priority. I went and got two stools to stand on, but even with that, I wasn’t tall enough. I went and got our big ladder and told my wife, “Pray for me.” To which she replied, “I already am!” I grabbed my screw gun and went out to remove the idol.

I’m glad I got into climbing as a hobby because going up a ladder on a balcony of the top floor of an 11-story building takes some nerve. I stabilized the ladder as well as I could and tried to get at the screws. They were rusted and almost flat. I couldn’t get it off, but I wasn’t about to leave that thing there. I grabbed the carving and pulled as hard as I dared. It came free, screws and all. If I had time, I would have burned it, but I settled for marching it out of the house and down to the garbage with a cleansing prayer. Then I came back to deal with the wasps.

As I observed them, I realized that they were in the process of making the nest. I read online that if you can clear them before it’s formed, there is a good chance they won’t try again, so I grabbed our Dyson with the extension attachment and an electric mosquito racquet and went out to do battle. The Dyson was not as effective as I hoped. The bristles provided too good a grip for the wasps, but I was able to brush them off the area one at a time. When they came down to investigate, I batted them with the racquet. The electric current was not enough to kill them, but they were stunned long enough for me to stomp on them. I repeated this process until the area was cleared, then once again, I went and got the ladder. I sprayed the area with cleaning chemicals to negate the wasp scent. Hopefully, it will be enough to keep them from trying again.

All of this was before breakfast.

My wife has been continuing the battle with our accommodations. Apparently, foreigners are not allowed at the hostel we picked. We’re trying to get refunded and change to another location, but it’s dramatic and taking hours. My wife doesn’t want to waste two nights’ lodging fee, but my perspective is that it’s better to lose the money than to lose our peace. She’s still fighting. I guess if it provides a way to release some tension and save some money, it is a win.

Like I said, it’s been a weird day. There were a lot of minor conflicts at the start of the journey, but the boys are doing well at the moment.

I was hoping they would be able to do school on the train, but our mobile wifi cuts out every time we go through a tunnel and we eventually gave up.

Keep us in your prayers. We certainly need them.

#alternative education #homeschool #online education #china #education #cancer #relapse #travel #spiritual warfare #prayer

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cf8wrk4u-us · 1 year ago

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@gelu-the-babosa-multiversal

Sorry, my head was full of rescue bots at the time.

So I guess that the first person I'll talk about is Jack Darby. The teen has always had to be the responsible one in the team, also the one given a sort of Chosen One status in the narrative of TFP. Feeling he has to live up to what others expect of him. What could get him akumatized is if he sees his friends or family hurt, like his mom, Arcee, or even Optimus. Hawkmoth would then give him the power to protect those he loves by being able to deliver devastating blows to the Decepticons. Similar to Riposte or Oni-Chan. I can see him being dressed like a knight or again if we can make them boys a warrior type Autobot.

Next is Miko, who always wants to be in the middle of the action. Always wants to prove that she's is just as strong and capable as the bots. Something that is a problem for the others as she often rushes into danger without any regard for her safety or how it effects the team as she "gets in the way". What could get her Akumatized is that while trying to play with her guitar in the hideout she messes with some critical equipment or like before she rushes into another mission, almost gets herself killed, and is then band by the Autobots from the base. Her powers could allow her to create spundblast from the strings of her guitar. She have a punk rock look as her villian costume or be a Cybertronian with a pink and black paint job. Maybe a cassette player with her own minicon "roadies".

Then we have Raf, the kid is always doing his best to be helpful and has been a big asset being already familiar with Cybertronian tech. But like the others I can see him getting Akumatized if he thinks he's not doing enough for the team, given how young and small he is. Or if because of how alone he feels at home, he gets triggered if he feels like that outside the base. Like if everyone forgot his birthday maybe? But I can see his Akuma power being related to tech. Like if he wants to fight the Decepticons he be like Lady WiFi or Prime Queen, going into the Decepticons database and sabatoging them from within. Or if he felt neglected he trap everyone in a "perfect" dimension for a birthday party like Bubbler or Pixelator. His costume be something futuristic or techno, or he could be a minibot.

June is next and I can see her being Akumatized if she felt she needed to protect her love ones or she felt that Jack wasn't listening to her medical advice in recovering. Her power could be to a "nurse" and trap people in a hospital for rest and protection. I can see her having an old fashion candy stripe nurse uniform or if she were a bot being an ambulance type medical.

Now onto Agent Fowler. He's a man all about protecting his country, its citizens, and the world. He respects the bots but they drove him crazy over how they always nearly get caught and don't seem to listen to him. What could cause his Akumatization could be if the Bots again almost get caught and they brushed him off or if the Decepticons attacked, almost hurting civilians or people he cared about like June. So he has a desire to do their job better. I can see his powers being similar to Darkblade or Malediktator, able to make commands and force people to follow them. Even turning them into his "soldiers". His costume would be of a American general or an old fashioned uniform from the American Revolutionary War. Or if he were made into a bot, he be a large commander type similar to Ultra Magnus. And his "soldiers" looking similar to drones except their more blue, red, and white like the American flag.

(Extra Note: Despite any time the Akumatized humans manage to hurt the Decepticons or damage their ship, once the Akumatized victim is de-evilized all the damage done is repaired unfortunately 😅)

Ok, how about a MLB x TFP crossover?? Any idea of how the Akuma forms of the human character would be??

If you don't know anything about Miraculous, be happy to reply to this ask with that answer lol

hi. It's been so long but I'm finally out on vacation yeeeeepeeeeee

Getting this ask, my thoughts swirled with crazy ideas for costumes or forms that the Akumatized Burns could have.

Like making Charlie have robocop armor, giving Kade a ripp off superman costume or be completely gold to show off how important he is, give Dani a reflective form or an evil version of her costume with her having different color skin, Graham just be his beast form, and Cody...I wouldn't know where to start 😅

Maybe his former Rescue Boy costume that looks eviler or with reverse colors, sor of like an SG situation.

But you know what, even be cooler?

If the Burns were given bot forms when Akumatized!

Charlie is a police enforcer bot that is equipped with capture nets and collapsible cages.

(Chase had a bit of a crush on him and was willing to follow along....but ultimately put on house arrest for finally trying to stand up to the chief)

Kade is a muscle car/fire truck bot that uses his strength and power to become the "perfect" rescue bot, but could easily turn into a bully and beat the other bots into submission.

Dani is a helicopter bot who uses her "searchlight" as her Akuma power, forcing anyone under its glow to reveal the "ugliest secrets" they have.

Graham would be a beastformer, who bipedal mode looks like his beast version while his animal form is more lion or bear looking.

Cody would be a minibot of some kind, his Akuma abilities ranging from using an army of drones to freeze people into a "picture perfect" way or use chips that he has the controller to so people "act" in the best way possible. The Akumatized version of Cody reasoning that brainwashing isn't bad as long as he dosent force people to do bad things, just encourage them to act "peaceful". Kind of like the Collector from TOH.

(Extra info for this crossover, that instead of Gabriel, it's Morocco who sends out the Akumas, wanting the miraculous in order to extend his life and make himself immortal)

#transformers #miraculous ladybug #akumatized villains #transformers prime #jack darby #miko nakadai #rafael esquivel #june darby #agent willian fowler #agent fowler

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incorrecttwoset · 5 years ago

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Lesson time with Dani:

youtube

I think the lesson we all learned here today is why do we still watch top ten channels? Or just... list channels? In general? Like sure, i watch them sometimes when i know the info is real and legit like top 10 Philippine urban legends you've never heard of (lol thats a lie, everyone knows that literally every Philippine university is fucking haunted and i grew up on that shit bitch) but when the listing is so BLATANTLY FAKE with the most clickbait thumbnail, why do people still fuckin fall for that shit, ugh. Didn't we already learn from last year's youtube rewind? Jesus...

Anyways, let's get on to twosets... CRITIQUE on their top 10 hardest instruments.

10. Drums. Oh. My. Fuckin. God. So the conductors are literally just hired to fucking stand there and look pretty? And that all that practice of trying to play that song or piece oN TIME WITH AND WITHOUT PERCUSSION was for nOTHING? Oh my gosh, i never kNEW. And like, dude. Driving needs all four limbs at once, is it considered doing four separate things at once??? Fucking nO, BECAUSE ALL THE LIMBS ARE DOING AND ACCOMPLISHING ONE GOAL. AKA DRIVING. And like, AJSKBSOSDJ watch twoset's explanation. I don't think i can properly explain without going into a rant... its also midnight and my brain is fucking deteriorating. (Even more so with this top 10 video)

9. Pipe organ. Dude, i was immediately lost after they showed the bumblebee clip. There are!!! So many!!! More good!!! And more amazing!!! Classical pieces!!! Than fucking bUMBLEBEE!!! Dude, you could've just asked her to play Bach toccata and fugue in d minor. oH, AND SPEAKING OF TOCCATA AND FUGUE IN D MINOR, WHY DID YOU- AJSNSJDKANDK YOU PUT THE ORGAN IN THERE WHY DID- ASOFBEIFJEK OKAY okay. Im calm. It's just different recordings, its fine. And the sentence the guy said while that clip was playing? Bro, i watched that part multiple times, and i sTILL don't get what you're trying to sayyyyyyy. And the divine intervention thing? Bro, i wish this top 10 vid had a divine intervention.

8. Acordion. Dude. Let me just... let me just pull a direct quote. Ahem... bASS NOTES ANE KEYBOARD DOESNT MEAN YOURE OLAYING TWO INSTRUMENTS. I just... the levels of frustration ive ascended to. My god, for once im glad that i didn't get to post this at midnight. Gave me some time to gather my head so i can watch this without fucking bursting.

7. Oboe. Oh boy. Dude. I've learned a bit of recorder and im pretty fUCKING sure that you make a sound by moving your fingers and lightly blowing into it, not by fucking folding paper origami with your mouth. And like, the moistness doesn't even matter that much. Your mouth will naturally moist the mouthpiece, you don't need to fucking spit on it. God.

6. Guitar. Okay, first time i saw guitar on this list i actually laughed out loud. (No offense guitarists i still think yalls music is great) Also, what the fuck. What the fuck. What the FUCK are they saying. First, yall say that it's all played the same way. THEN, you follow it up play saying it has tons of styles?! Oh my god, its like the video inforgraphics made for the scp foundation all over again... fam i haven't even watched that vid but i already know its shit.

5. Piano. Like twoset's point, if you're making a top 10 HARDEST, gET SOME HARDER PIECES AND RECORDINGS. DUDE, THERES FUCKING LISZT, RACHMANINOFF, THE LIST GOES ON. God, yall could've found a recording of La campanella and i would be fine. Fur elise even. But okay, sure. Do whatever. At least twoset gets more content this way. And wOW ALL THOSE HOURS OF PRACTICE WAS USELESS AND FOR NOTHING?!?!?!? aMaZiNG!!!! Can you tell i want to die.

4. Harp. Like I said earlier, if you're gonna play a recording of a piece, might as well make it match to the instrument but okay sure this is fine. Put a fucking recording of an ORGAN piece to the harp but okayyyyyy sureeeeee. I mean i get that musicians can play whatever they want but like, dude. This is a list. Do some fucking research. I don't even think i need to say anymore on the subject. The boys already said it all. And im tired. I just woke up and immediately, i am tired. Tsvtwt, please bless me with pics and fancams pLEASE.

3. Bagpipes. Do i need to reiterate my point from harp.and piano? Also, wha- how- why- dude. Ugh, all the shit this guy said in this entire video can just be slapped onto literally any instrument, as twoset said.

2. French horn. I have never met any brass players but, im pretty fucking sure you don't need an ego the size of texas to play that. I just- man, i wanna go back to sleep. It's morning already and fUCK analyzing how fucking wrong watchmojo is, is killing me.

Fuck dude, i had to scroll thru tsvtwt for energy. This is how wrecked my bad is. I never take tsvtwt breaks in the middle of making these posts. God...

And dude. Theremin is so much better than that. Agt... yall couldve hotten a better recording...

Anyways, back to the listing.

1. Violin. (Heavy flashbacks to instrument ranking vid) Dude. Wh-why you showing a fiddle recording. I- just look at my points for piano and harp. And dude, holding the instrument is probably the easiest part. Watch me sink into the floor and turn into a puddle of frustration guys.

Sigh. I think the lesson we all learned here today (other than the lesson up top) is that all instruments are hard.

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