#but unknowledgeable people might not get it

[honestsycrets]

enfócate ii: non-negotiable

❛ pairing | tutor!miguel x student!reader

❛ type | explicit

❛ summary | miguel has to choose his battles: insist on removing peter from your life or get what he wants.

❛ tags | schoolgirl au, spanish tutor!miguel, Miguel's jealousy, slight obsessive qualities, fuck buddies, fuck boy Miguel, mention of physical assault, hurt peter, mention of violence, breakups, non-penetrative smut, slightly unknowledgeable reader, silly playtime.

❛ sy's notes | masterlist here. please READ THE TAGS. on this fic particularly, i seem to encounter people who trigger themselves.

Miguel had many girls.

None gave a shit when it came down to it. They talked a good game over text messages and phone calls, tried their best to please him sexually, and snuck into their bed. They might even have lunch or dinner with him. Very rarely this.

He was doing his notes that Monday afternoon, scribbling away when his phone lit up. He flicked a look, realizing it was your photo that popped up. Not the many cum stained photos he had in his phone in your own folder. Those were not safe for any of his bosses to see, but one of those sweet photos that Peter’s taken.

Miguel isn’t stupid. He knows a love-sick puppy when he sees one. One look at Peter’s socials reveals many things: volunteering with a high school club to teach photography, stupid little flowers that he finds gorgeous, a number of subjects for his fine arts degrees, and on Sunday-- you. Sitting on a chunky rock in a beautiful dress in a stream, the sun bouncing off your strawberry-dusted cheeks. He has to do something about Peter.

“¿Qué pasó, Princesa? I’m finishing my notes.”

“I have something for you,” you answered. “Come outside.”

“For me?” Miguel tucks his phone between his ear and shoulder, closing his manilla folder that held a time-sensitive report. Miguel grabbed his keys and wallet, heading for the door. Everyone else was gone for the day, but Miguel did his homework in the lab.

“Sí,” you laughed. “¿Quién más?”

“Tch,”

At least those Spanish lessons are paying off. Miguel rushes down the three flights of stairs in record time and pops out the back door. You pushed past the archways into the beautiful gardens that usually obscure pedestrians from staring at scientists as they quickly woof down their food and bolt back inside to deal with whatever piteous work they had. Miguel slips on his dark sunglasses, turning his arms one over another. You have time to stop and appreciate nature, more than he could say about even himself.

“Princesa,” he hangs up the phone and takes a few steps to the tables where you were, twirling around the scent of fragrant orange blossoms. He bites back an amused smile, his voice picking up in a humored lilt. “What are you doing?”

“Dancing!” you hopped on one stone table, then the other.

“Don’t fall,” Miguel snatches you short of falling off the third table, setting your ass down with a mindful pull of your dark burgundy skirt over your thighs. “Why did you call?”

You supply him with a wicker picnic basket that was hooked over your elbow, pulling open the flap. The warm smell of meat and corn greeted his nose, finally shaking loose the smile that he had suppressed since you first called him.

“I brought you dinner.”

He blinks.

“Me?”

“You said you had to study for your test,” you looked up at the red brick building, “It’s better if you don’t get distracted by going out for food.”

He doesn’t have the heart to tell you that he usually brings his own food, regimented as he is. Miguel sets his hands on your hips and watches as you pull free whatever it was you made him. You set aside the basket and offer him the glass container and a bag of tamales, enveloped in their warm little husks.

“Menudo. And these are tamales con carne. My familia makes them every year. I brought them just for you.”

“You didn’t have to,” he murmured.

“But I wanted to.” You reached for the envelope collar of his lab coat, smoothing it down against his chest. “Besides, every one of my primas do it for their men. I can’t keep just bringing food home for Peter.”

It’s not that serious, he wants to say. There’s something soft about the way you recount it to him. He can’t stand to go against what you’re saying and instead sets the food back in its home, tucking your hair behind your ear. He traces the shell to your lobes, flicking his finger against the dripping earrings.

“Come upstairs.”

“No,” you answer quickly, leaning up to place a meager little kiss on his cheek. “You should be studying and if I go up there…”

He’d definitely get in trouble bringing his fuck buddy up to his office. Still, it might be worth it.

“I won’t get anything done,” he finishes. “Give me a real goodbye kiss.”

“You didn’t like that kiss?”

“It was a sad kiss.”

Peter was an essential part of your life.

He was closer than a friend if such things spaces between friendship and relationships existed. You supposed that in the absence of romantic relationships, friendships were the next best thing. Who else, but family, would support you? You nibbled on a hunk of toast with sweetened cream cheese and frozen berries ala Peter, whose head draped over your thigh. Your fingers combed through his thin brown hair, twirling bits around your index finger as he lay with a full belly and fuller thoughts.

“Sooo, how did it go?” Peter asked, staring at fluffy clouds that whirled by that perfectly cozy afternoon. “Did my super awesome plan go perfectly?”

You’re too shy to talk about it.

“Aw it did, didn’t it? I knew it!” Peter reached up, tickling his fingers through the ribbons of a pearl headband you wore that day. “Is he good? I hear all kinds of stuff about him.”

“Peter,” blood rushed to your face. “We haven’t…”

“Haven’t what?” he asked. “Ohhh. Oh. You haven’t fucked him? I thought…”

“We did-- just not that,” you patted his warm pink cardigan, flapping your hand down. “We haven’t you know--”

“Had sex?”

Peter could be too much sometimes. Today was one of those aggravating days. You settled down your hunk of toast, bobbing your head in a nod, eager to explain without making the words. “Just… oral. I couldn’t Peter, I’m not ready yet.”

“I know,” Peter’s tone goes soft. “But he can’t be happy about that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Every time Miguel has a new girl, he makes sure to fuck them as soon as possible. Keeps ‘em connected, or something, or that’s what Dana says.”

“Who’s Dana?” you chirped after him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You… looked so sad seeing him with someone else. I couldn’t… break your heart like that."

“You couldn’t tell me, but you could kiss me?”

“It was a nice kiss. Isn’t it about time for him to stomp past here?”

You wonder what Peter might mean by that. He slid his eyes shut, humming with one long leg thrown over the other. About time for his afternoon nap until you shook him awake because of your sore arms or back-- whichever came first. He slides his eyes shut, going to sleep under the feeling of your fingers twirling through his hair.

“You’re impossible, Peter.”

Peter was always right. You spotted your muscular man walking past the hedges, in a clean white shirt that obscured nothing about his muscles. You thought he would do what he usually did: wave, move on, talk to whatever whore of the day was on his arm.

He was walking with a girl who was tall and lithe. She made no moves to cling onto him as he slipped down the slight grassy slope where you sat with Peter, reviewing the intricacies of corrugated pottery before class. Your heart soared in your chest as he crouched down, a hand on his knee, scanning Peter’s face.

“I thought we talked about this.”

You didn’t expect those to be the first words out his lips, but lo, they were. He regarded Peter the same way he might an annoying animal with their favourite human, with blatant distaste and a passing hint of jealousy. You didn’t understand why.

“About…”

“Other men.”

“Peter isn’t another man. He’s non-negotiable.”

Miguel’s thick eyebrows pushed together as he processed the blatant line in the sand that you drew. You weren’t about to give up your dear friend, picnic dates at lunch, or photography shoots on the weekend for a man you sucked off. No matter how good he tasted and how thick his muscles were, crouched with those wild chocolate eyes.

“I’ll stay away from other men-- but not him. You take it or leave it.”

Miguel worked his jaw, clearly debating on the value of fighting you then and there. Miguel didn’t negotiate. It was never in his nature.

“Miggy,” called the woman on the sidewalk. She wore a dark bob, a streak of purple spiraling along her head. She has a terribly squeaky tone, one that is full of ire from having to say anything at all. “The samples.”

“This isn’t over, Princesa.”

He relented. Not because he wanted to, but because time was undoubtedly limited. You were pretty sure it was.

Miguel is breaking another rule. Not only does he glaze over Peter in your life, but he brings you to his apartment for tutoring. He’d deal with Peter after he secured you. You were proving one of the most difficult of his women to keep.

Come over, it'll be private, he claimed in a text message. It’s absolutely not to peel away your soft pale pink panties nestled up against your cunt, drag them down your hips, and onto the floor. He’ll keep those.

It’s not because the desk in the study room would do nothing to obscure his sinewy frame, shoving your legs apart and dragging you to the very edge of the seat.

“Take your vocabulary quiz.” You nibbled on your pencil as Miguel buried his head between your thighs, biting down on your thick thighs to encourage you to spread your legs wider. You breathed out an elongated hiss at another bite to your opposing thigh.

“Pero, Miguel-- how…” you murmured, making the mistake of looking between your legs. Miguel met your gaze, possessed with the smell of your body. You greet him with a choked-out groan of his name the second his mouth connected with your pussy. He knew you would taste sweet.

“It’s very simple. You start writing,” The quiz should be easy. A simple finish the sentences with the right word and vocabulary word box to boot. It was terribly easy-- if not for Miguel’s tongue suckling the juices that dripped from your core, you might have already finished it. It was hard-- too hard-- to focus on anything but Miguel’s warm tongue prodding your cunt, his fingers sliding within your hole. Miguel urges his finger around the rim. “Preferably something in Spanish.”

His tongue slid from your entrance to your clitoral hood. Another finger joins the first, twisting and pulling apart your impossibly tight hole. He just knew you would feel amazing. He suckled along your lips, suckling them wet as you struggled to read and make any sense of what was on the page. It wasn’t going to happen.

“Miguel, Miguel--” Your voice drew out, it had been so long since you had a partner. “Dame más.”

“There you go,” Miguel hummed, closing his mouth around your puffy clit in worship for the admittance. The pencil tumbled free from your fingers. Without thinking, your hand buried into Miguel’s silky dark brown hair, rolling your hips onto his face to pursue an orgasm. He suckled it fat and needy, his fingers curving in your body. With a soft sob, the pleasure caused you to gush messily all over his fingers. Your fingers knotted up in his hair, riding his face until you’re left with nothing but the cozy haze of your pleasure.

You don’t know how you’re going to pass this stupid language requirement now.

Miguel kisses you, soft and sweet, gentle and light. You taste yourself on his tongue and worry about the way you taste. Miguel doesn’t seem to have a single complaint. He grabs your hands, helping you to stand upright, even though your legs were as stable as a newborn giraffe’s. With your body against Miguel’s, you could feel the outline of his cock nice and hard, tenting his sweatpants.

“Should we take this to bed?”

“I…” you asked, shyly so. “I’m not ready for that. Is that… okay?”

Coño. It’s not the answer he hoped for, but Miguel can be patient. He dips his head down and resigns himself to a night of jerking himself off. He had been looking forward to today, fucking his new girl. He steeled himself from any reaction that may inch across his face and offered you his hand.

“Claro que sí, princesa,” Miguel finds himself saying. It’s not that you can’t retract the consent, but he knows that you have some shyness to do so. He rather honesty over concern for his ego. The session had at least been an hour-- with Miguel’s focus fading at the sight of your cute little pink dress. “We can stop here. You can take the test as homework. Have it done by next time.”

“But… you’re hard.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve jerked off,” Miguel shrugs off the thought. It wasn’t how he imagined today going, but it wasn’t-- Miguel dropped his gaze down to his waistband. Your fingers tingle over the white ties, pull them loose.

“I want to take care of you,” you shoved his sweats onto the floor, pooling around his slender feet. Miguel’s cock bobbed in the cool air, impossibly hard. You walked him back from his desk to his bed. He falls back on it, his big dick kissing his muscular stomach. “Lay back.”

He found himself eagerly complying. You snatched the lube he keeps on his desk, likely knowing that he kept it there for just this reason. Miguel likes to think that his sexual needs are usually met-- but sometimes, they aren’t. You shoved his legs apart and climbed onto the bed, gliding your hands up the inside of his thighs. A warmth filled his lower belly as you popped open the plastic bottle and drizzled it over his cock. The cool liquid made him flinch.

“It’s not that cold,” you asked, a tease on your lips.

“You find it funny? Let me pour some on you, then,” Miguel remarked, his gaze following your fingers. You gripped him, soothing your palms over the top of his cock and back down, milking him like with your soft hands. You spend particular time smoothing over his root, tracing his veins up to the tip. Your thumb massaged his slit, smoothing a soft bead of fluid that gathered there.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“It’s nice.”

He hummed and lolled his head back onto his pillow. You met him where he was, your lips against his, exchanging a soft and wet kiss. A groan escaped his chest, clearly appreciating your affection. You want him to love it, need it, and crave it at the end of the day. Maybe you could not do all the things the other women could, but there was something about the way you looked and touched him that he knew he could not easily replicate.

“Miggy. How do I make it better?” You asked, more of a whine than anything.

"Better?" Miguel reached up, cupping your breast with one hand. He gives you a squeeze, urging your nipple to harden underneath the fabric. His hazy eyes turn to the other breast, repeating the treatment. You nodded as he worked-- and it's cute how much you want to make him happy.

“Let me fuck your tits. Get on your back, take the dress off,” Miguel looked toward the bottle of lube. He finally has you naked. Every inch you peeled away revealed a little more precious skin that he’s craved to see all week. You slipped off the dress, then your bra, laying back on the sheets. The lube is lukewarm, but when it hit your warm skin, it caused you to flinch too.

“Oh, now it’s cold,” Miguel teased. You smeared the wet lube over your breasts, pushing them together just right. Warmth bit your cheeks as Miguel mounted you, either muscular thigh on the side of your ribs. Between his large body cradling your breasts and his eyes on yours, he realized that you were terribly shy. He rubs the head of his cock against your nipples before sliding between your breasts. “You’re so shy.”

“I’m sorry,” you nodded. It becomes clear that as much as you trust him-- there is some barrier to complete trust. Miguel began to thrust, his hips cantering in the warm, wet lubricant. You could appreciate every day he spent at the gym, making a physique that other men could only aspire to. He was so thick-- so handsome. His breath came out in sharp little puffs as he worked, hands coming on top of yours for both stability and the opportunity to touch you. His fingers slid between the empty gaps of your own, eyes closed, face taut with pleasure.

You knew, as much as he knew, what he was thinking of. His cock wrecking your pussy for the first time because no matter how many times you jerked him off, sucked his cock, or let him fuck your tits, he’d always wonder. He was certain you wanted it too, wanted to feel what it would be like to be under him-- pounded pretty. Your head rose to watch his cockhead peep out between your breasts. Every sweeping motion was rewarded with a little lick, earning a hiss of your name. His measured features hardened.

“Coño,” Miguel cursed as the thick ropes of his cum coated your tits. He forced himself forward, cum pumped over your collarbone and neck, dripping into your hair. The grip on your breast was unrelenting, while the other jerked himself through the bolts of aftershock. To his surprise, you gathered his cum between your fingers and suckled it, tasting his warm salty fluid on your tongue. He watched you, enraptured, as you cleaned yourself-- then went after his softening dick, suckling the spent seed there.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he pulled away. You followed, inching up his chest to kiss him. He tasted himself, finding that he liked how he tasted much more when it was on your tongue. “Stay the night.”

He never asked anyone to stay the night. It was a flagrant violation of another rule that all the others knew he had. Miguel was open to having another roommate. A pretty girl to fuck and keep. She just had to be the right kind of girl. He has a feeling you’re that girl, nestling between his arm and chest, holding him close.

He just had to fuck you first to find out.

The thing about having multiple girls is-- his interest wanes.

He never knows the exact cause. Only that he’s distracted with you. Perhaps it’s your resistance to letting him actually fuck you. Not eat you out, not have his dick sucked, not fuck your tits, but fuck you. He’s thought about how a hundred different ways. Against the museum, in his bed, in the library, his private office-- It encompasses much of his attention. You were at Peter’s art showing Friday night, which was how he ended up here with Dana, yet again.

She wants to see this stupidly romantic movie that no one else is really into from the looks of the empty seats. Miguel isn’t invested either, his mind is racing with thoughts of someone else. Her lips are wrapped around his dick in the dark movie theatre, he goes soft. Soft-- Miguel rarely goes soft, he’s looking for a hole to fuck into. Apparently, this one is no good. He eventually sighs, pushing on her head to remove her from his cock.

“What is it, Miggy?”

A balance of light and shadows highlight her face as she sits there, looking positively aggravated with her failed Friday night date. Miguel knows that he can’t perform like this. He glances down at the near-empty theatre and itches the back of his neck, tucking himself back into his jeans.

“I’m not horny,” he murmured, folding his arms one over the other. He’s surprised she can hear him over the beaming sound of the movie theatre. She does, shoving his shoulder in protest over his shitty performance.

“You’re usually horny,” she bites back.

“Then maybe it’s you.”

The impulse to take it out on Dana is out before he can control it. She flicks her head at him, her slight eyes popping wide open. She searches Miguel’s flat features for an apology, ruffling her fluffy purple bangs away from her eyes. He doesn’t give her one.

“Oh, now you don’t want me? Ever since you’ve started seeing that teashop bitch,” Miguel perked his brow up, “You don’t have time for me. What? Is she that good?”

Tea shop bitch. It’s been over a week of trying to get you to fuck him at multiple intervals. He hasn’t been able to. Not for a lack of trying, but your shy deflection and offers to do things like-- pick an orange off the trees by his building, walk around on a date, or just touch one another. He tried to understand: you weren’t a girl that ran out to date many men. In fact, he’s pretty sure that he is the outlier in your sex life.

“You’re right,” he says. “We should stop fucking.”

“What?”

“You’re too attached,” Miguel stood up, his hands forming tight balls in his pockets. “And I’m just not that interested.”

“When did that change? A month ago? Miguel?”

He doesn’t have time for her stupid possessiveness, her obsession with keeping her slot as his default bitch. Other women told him all about Dana-- how she tended to show up where they were, bumping into them, or the rumors she spread in the department. He jots down the stairs, ignoring her squealing call of his name. The issue with Dana was this: she loved him far too much and he loved her far too little. As with so many of his once-were fuckbuddies, it was better for Miguel to go on his way.

Or, it would have been. He received a concerning message the next day.

I don’t want to see you again.

It’s from your number. Any attempted calls go straight to voicemail. Logically, he should have been able to count it as a loss and move on with any of the other women he had in his life. Illogically, Miguel wants an explanation. If he can’t get one from you, he knows just who will give him one.

Jess already knows what it’s about from the look behind her yellowed sunglasses. Her arms are turned one over the other, clearly having some sort of reservation from this meeting alone. She seems pissed off at him too despite the fact that he has no idea what the fuck he did. He only knows that you’ve virtually disappeared from his life.

“Are you going to tell me?” Miguel asks.

The crispy bagel sits forgotten before him, alongside the coffee that plumes wisps of heat into the air. Jess flicks her eye down to the steam, then back to Miguel.

“I told you to leave that girl alone in the first place.”

“You also set us up. I should know why she left.”

Jess looked off to the wind wisping through the trees, then to everybody that walked on by. There was an undeniable truth to what he said, her involvement was obvious and disconcerting. Whatever had happened, he deserves an explanation. You weren’t going to make this easy to talk to you, but he was intent. So long as he knew the depth of your irritation with him.

“Someone burned Peter. Something about… what was it? Stealing her man?”

He hates that he doesn’t have to ask who.

"Is he hurt?"

"Bad enough," Jess answers. "Y'know how special he is to her."

He's not sure he does.

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Oh 100 % I agree that they had a talk afterwards. Both of them have emphasized communication throughout the 6 years they have been “together 😭💀,” so no way they didn’t have a heart to heart they never get like that with each other

they couldn't have not have the talk lbr like that fight was kind of crazy had people talking about bengals downfall burrow-chase connection fallout etc they got to have a heart-to-heart 😭 though i guess it wasn't really actually a fight?? ja'marr just got so fucking angry and joe had to cool him down and the way to cool him down quick was to yk shove at him and yell at him right back ig though 100% nobody else but joe would've away with it on that field lol

i've talked about it a bit here in the end!!

also after that infamous kc game shove, i definitely think they had a very tough heart to heart where ja'marr maybe spills his full feelings over the contract and how he hasn’t been getting the ball to actually make big plays and how his worth as a wr1 is being brought to question and joe probably spills on his own feelings on how ja'marr held out so long and had last minute (?) changes of playing that week one ramps up joe's own anxiety and hang ups like i definitely feel like he had some unchecked anxiety over playing with his wrist that first game that ja'marr probably said something incredibly insane yet uplifting about in response. the next game its like they mended some unseen frayed stitch of their connection! first drive banger of a 41 yarder td for jamarr, two tuddys for the game in fact lol!! joe gets him his deep ball, then the insane way joe rushed at him after his 63 yarder in the next game, its like that first touchdown against minnesota again. i just wish the very best for them, to keep making these insane passes and insane runs they’ve been making since lsu.

that's pretty much it lmao but there's some more word vomit below that might a bit much tbh:

okay like i was new at this during the first few weeks okay I've not been here for their lsu to bengals run and my understanding of their burrow-chase throw-catch connection by which i mean like actual football playing qb-wr gameplay was still being learned!! i absolute did not know any rules of the game that first week i watched 😭 didn't even know how you got 7pts out a touchdown etc etc sorry i really was just there for the pretty men who had their faces covered by helmets 90% of the time lmao and from what i saw it was kind of meh you know???

like I've watched their highlights before don't get me wrong i know they got it. the touchdowns??? the way joe throws and ja'marr runs??? crazyyyyyy how the fuck does joe know exactly where ja'marr was going to run, how the fuck did ja'marr know exactly how far joe was going to throw, and like this could absolutely be attributed to the way they plan things with coaches and play calling etc but!! doesn't change the fact that in the end it just takes two people to do that shit and they've understood each other so well to have done it near perfectly!! like it made me understand why there's so much poetry and romance in sports!!! the trust the connection the whatever i can't find words the point is i didn't really like......see that in the first two games??? like there was some kind of disconnect yk and like idk they played like shit 😭 but keep in mind i was completely unknowledgeable of football like at all and i refuse to rewatch those games so maybe i was just stupid and didn't see it lmao

BUT THEN???? the week 3 game?????? ja'marr's first touchdown of the season???????? THAT was the shit i was waiting for like iirc ja'marr and tee were running their way down by the sidelines getting double teamed (?) each idk ja'marr was definitely double teamed had me doubting they'd make it but joe threw an absolutely beautiful ball at him and ja'marr caught that shit over his shoulder!?!?!?!??! brought it right home too!!!!!!! i was so gassedddddd i was exhilarated like completely 100% fell in love with the sport that was amazing that was literally my first live burrow-chase touchdown!!!!!!

(another fucking list sorry) me being the Master Speculator of Shit that i am made my own stupid ass narratives about how:

they were unsure of their game and each other's lmao hear me out. joe's first game back after the devastating wrist injury that was hell to get back into form to, had to deal with all the noise about him never going to be able to throw the way he used to again and knew just how many fucking eyes would be on him that first game back watching his wrist like bloodthirsty hawks. even if i believe that he's the type of person who can completely block out that noise without flinching, some subconscious and fearful part of him had to have been holding him back. the numerous, numerous, painful clips of him twisting his wrists repeatedly, fidgeting harder than he's ever fidgeted before, the water bottle stupidity that he actually got asked about, etc (god i can't imagine being a celebrity having your anxious shit caught on camera and analyzed so loudly over the internet). and then you add in how ja'marr's been in a contract holdout and clearly bothered as all hell about it because it's just not getting done at all even d-1 of their opening week!! insane. there were questions of ja'marr even playing game 1 and joe of course said unflinchingly that ja'marr would be ready week 1 regardless but completely understandable if he's rattled okay!! if ja'marr wasn't really planning on playing (wasn't he listed as questionable due to illness idk i forgot) suddenly switching up however many hours before to actually playing that's gotta fuck up joe's steady structure that he already prepared beforehand of not playing with ja'marr you know??? like basically a) anxiety over his wrist, b) ja'marr's sudden status as active messing up his pregame, and c) everybody and their grandmothers all up in his business for his first game back.

ja'marr's contract situation. people absolutely saying the foulest shit about his decision to hold out, the amount of money he asked, saying to boot him out, calling him a diva /derogatory, comparing him to justin, tee's contract situation, etc. the fo being the one to open convo about his extension only to not be open to his numbers??? sensible numbers if you think abt it btw and now well lmao good luck fo his agent must be smug as all hell. it maybe planted seeds of doubt and insecurity in him on his worth as WR1 you know?? like why are they acting like he isn't worth all that fucking money. incredibly emotional highly intelligent sensitive pisces that he is gets understandably more and more pissed off and defensive about literally everything but he fucking loves this sport and he loves his guys so he decides to play the game 1 anyway and. well. just. sigh.

the game went to shit and ja'marr played idk better than the rest of the receivers but in all honesty everyone was kind of shit?? and like. they lost to the patriots. who literally got beaten belt to ass by the dolphins last week. but anyways game 2 against ja'marr's most Hated capital h and everything fucking chiefs 😭 yeah with the whole contract situation still up in the air there was no way he wasn't going to have some sort of meltdown tbh. hence the fight....where joe got physical with him.....where his actions definitely contributed heavily to their loss which should have been a win.

and so: the talk. like i said they both talked about their anxieties no holds barred literally all the shit i wrote above and apologized to each other the way men usually do idk bro hugged it out maybe. i genuinely think ja'marr went off on joe on not getting the ball more like????? i can't explain it damn it he definitely chewed him out on it and joe was like 'fuck okay'. ja'marr says he never notices shit about how joe throws the ball so maybe he doesn't notice anything about joe's wrist acting up. but maybe he notices that joe's holding back or there's some sort of hang up over the way he plays and needles it out of him point-blank like the person that he is and joe finally talks about it and ja'marr responds by being 100% insane like he usually does and that sort of devotion and sheer stubbornness on one's belief in who you are has to have some kind of impact on joe damn. they probably got some professional therapy too btw at least i hope so :'). but basically ja'marr just wants the ball more and joe gets him the fucking ball.

ja'marr said something along the lines of him finding joy playing again 😔🤚 this was such a comment like god he hasn't been playing happy at all and when he put to rest the contract shit he finally gets to play a sport he loves with joy!!! him being happy is so fucking important to me wow 😭 i think I've said this before in some post idk but he knows he messed up, he knows the contract negotiation fucked up his emotions so bad he brings it on the field so he nips that shit quick and done. no more contract talks until the next offseason. probably made it clear to joe though that he will not leave but fuck if he's listening to any bullshit from the fo when he's got a game to win and a super bowl to get to and idk about you but that probably healed something in joe like there is the guy who gets him. who's as hungry as he is for a win, for a ring, for a championship. who's got his back, who he can trust to be there on the other end of the field to catch his throws.

the next game!!!!!!!!! god i really am not the person to talk about routes or strategy or whatever but i know for damn sure that that was a beautiful throw and that was a beautiful catch and that was a one-of-a-kind connection. like they fixed something that was unknowingly dented in their connection and like they're finally trusting themselves and each other again to make the big plays they've done before the injury and the contract drama you know????? aurrugrgrhrh i can't word anything out i feel like saying more about this but i cant please get me anyway 😭

this entire emotional roller coaster thing was also the main reason they had those kind of helmet bonks on the next 63 yard td and 70 yard td btw. been a long while since they've had those kind of plays, probably had some unnamed unknowing unacknowledged doubts that they would ever have it again, so it was like the first time all over again lol. (was one of the things joe said to him in that little bubble of their celly after the ravens 70 yarder something like 'see i knew we still got it. i knew you still got it.' god i feel insane)

ok bye......

[cripplecharacters]

Hi! Trying to write about an active wheelchair user and I have been a little unknowledgeable on certain aspects as I am not a wheelchair user myself.

Do active wheelchairs have a weight limit to be aware of when hanging stuff off the back ?

Also if there's any advice on describing feeling/movement of their legs off the wheelchair ? I'm aware that the answer could probably vary from person to person depending on condition but I was mainly wondering how to go about describing the weight of moving with legs that's muscles have atrophied/weakened. Is it like an asleep limb or stronger ?

Hi,

generally every wheelchair will have a stated weight limit; one for the user and a second for the everything else. I have never seen an estimate on how much can go on the back specifically (the fact that general weight limits vary greatly doesn't really help) but I haven't seen many people struggle with it either? For the most part, the only things that hang there are a bag or backpack, sometimes an oxygen tank as well; I don't know anyone who have encountered weight related problems due to that. I would assume that unless the thing in the back is a large % of the user's weight, it would be fine (and otherwise it would be very quickly apparent that it's too heavy, because the wheelchair would tip over).

For the muscle atrophy movement, it will depend on the cause. Some people with atrophied muscle feel them well and can move them, but maybe can't support their weight on them. Others might not feel nor move them.

My own atrophied muscles are caused by permanent nerve damage that's not in the legs, so there could be differences. I can use parts of those muscles, but they're noticeably weaker (physically soft to the touch even when flexed as much as possible, which is really difficult to do BTW) and I feel part of them pretty well (actually sucks because it hurts), part of it very poorly (kinda like if you tried to touch your skin through a thick layer of rubber or something), and part of it quite literally not at all, if I touch there without looking I can't tell whether I'm doing it or not.

I suppose it could be considered a much stronger version of an asleep limb if it's nerve related, but again other causes would result in different sensations. To me it's not a perfect analogy because when my leg falls asleep, I'm getting all these pins and needles, I can feel when I touch it, and it's actively distracting - my permanent nerve damage is just kinda there, I really don't think about it much unless it's touched.

If any followers would like to share their own experiences with muscle atrophy, feel free to leave it in the notes.

mod Sasza

[throwingmelons]

I was watching a couple of video essays about Twilight the other day and I have a few opinions that I don't think many people have considered when it comes to YA media.

I think it's easy to assume that the preteens who were into Twilight during its peak were just kids too young and impressionable to understand why the relationships and aspects represented in Twilight were wrong and toxic, and while there is truth to that, I don't think many people understand the ways that children's priorities change over time and how that affects the media they consume.

In the case of Twilight, I think it's important to acknowledge not only who the characters are and what they represent, but what kinds of problems they face throughout the story. In Edward's situation, he was turned into a vampire against his will after almost dying from the Spanish flu at seventeen, only to be thrust into a life of vegetarianism while also not being able to cope without it. Of course there's also the added caveat of Edward's uncontrollable thirst for blood as well as the way his body and mind have been left in a frozen, stagnant state due to his vampirism. All of these things are beyond his line of control, essentially forcing him into a life with an extreme lack of free will.

Of course, the same can be said not only about the other vampires, but about the werewolves as well. Jacob couldn't choose the lifestyle that was thrown upon him as he was forced into an incredibly invasive pack where he had to put his life at risk every day to protect others. On top of that, there's also the uncontrollable anger, and the weird imprinting thing that more or less takes over his autonomy and privacy as an individual. I'd even go as far as to say that this lack of control can be applied to Bella as well. Sure she makes her own decisions, but in the end of the day, she usually gets what she wants and is happy with it. None of her choices really have as much weight as they should, and after enough time, the impression is left that if Bella asks for something, she will eventually get it successfully. This sometimes makes it feel like she's living less of a life with difficult, complicated decisions to make, and more like she's living a caricature of one where she already knows what she's supposed to want, and what the end result will be before the options are even laid out to her.

Now sure, I could go on for hours about how these hidden deterministic undertones allow for interesting story analysis, but I think it's more important to talk about why I think these qualities seem to appeal to preteens so much.

I feel like younger teenagers are generally in a very odd spot in their lives, as they are typically old enough to begin to understand many issues in the world, while also realizing that there isn't much they can do about it at the time. It's much easier for an average six year old to find themselves in a situation where they can casually consume media while remaining unaware of situations happening around them like say, for example, financial issues happening in the family. However, by the time you're a preteen, it becomes harder and harder to stay unknowledgable about real world events that are occurring and affecting you. When the lack of choice and say becomes more evident to people, it's no wonder those of this age group tend to feel more connected to these characters.

This is especially so when you remember how accepting and happy the characters ultimately are, despite their circumstances. Maybe an eleven year old out there who is worried about their parents getting evicted and can't do anything about it finds Twilight and doesn't see Edward's constant creepy behavior towards Bella against her will as any worse then their own uncontrollable situation. In fact, it might even be seen as comforting, because at least Bella gets a sexy mysterious vampire boyfriend out of it.

Of course it's easy for kids who can experience real world problems while still not having a say in any of them to feel drawn to the characters who not only learn to love and enjoy the fated life set out for them, but also get to be cool and have fun amped up powers. And why would someone who's old enough to understand how a new elected politician could potentially ruin their life while still not being allowed to vote have any fear over the things forcefully done to Bella by the shitty men around her? To them, being stuck under this reign of control really doesn't seem all too different from Bella's situation.

Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is don't think the answer to the question, "Why were so many young teenagers into Twilight?", can be answered by saying that kids were just dumb, and I think there's always more to it that people aren't willing to look into, and I think this might just be one of many reasons. I feel like we need to stop breeding excuses to make fun of preteen girls for liking cringy things and instead should look at things more realistically.

Tl;dr: I think many preteens who are into Twilight end up connecting to the characters in ways that are very different than other age groups. When you're left feeling like you're too young to control many of the things that happen to you, it's easier to see the lack of control that many of the Twilight characters face as normal and even sought after, rather than concerning.

[bumblingbabooshka]

once again chewing on my pen writing stuff and thinking about how bad i wish we got like more prologue of tuvok being a spy. i need it

In the novel 'Catalyst of Sorrows' we see some of Tuvok doing undercover work! (Apparently he's also fake married to Selar). When I think of Tuvok doing spy or undercover work I think about lying. Vulcans can lie - it's not a physical impossibility or, I would imagine, particularly difficult. It requires discipline to be Vulcan! But about lying - what is a 'lie' to Tuvok? Does he accept that he'll have to lie as part of his chosen career or does he somehow rationalize to separate his work from his 'self'(katra)? When he lies while undercover is it, to him, HIM telling a lie or him playing a character who lies? Is playing a character not a lie, even if the person you're "acting" in front of is unaware of it? An interesting scene happens in 'Catalyst of Sorrows' around deception. A shopkeeper is suspicious of Zetha, a teenager(?) they're traveling with. She's acting strangely unknowledgeable about the area. Selar then says "My sister's child. She has not been offworld before." when Sisko questions her lie ('I thought Vulcans didn't lie?') Selar says she didn't lie - her sister has 3 children. The statement "My sister's child" and the statement "She has not been offworld before." are two unrelated statements, Selar says. She did not say "This is my sister's child" which would be a lie.

This is a classic exchange! And one I think about often. Tuvok asserts that he is "at all times honest" which I think would ring false to a lot of people given his job. But what I'm more interested in is why it rings true for HIM. It would be easy to just say "I'm honest when I can be" but he instead claims to be honest "at all times" which then is elaborated on as being "honest to [his] own convictions within the defined parameters of [his] mission." Honesty, truth, deception - it's all very interesting to me! When Tuvok says to Chakotay "I am interested in joining the Maquis" it isn't a lie and When Selar says "My sister's child" it isn't a lie but it isn't necessarily being 'truthful'. I think this sort of lie by omission or carefully worded self-deception is very interesting and one of the things about being a Vulcan spy who continues to uphold their own convictions of truth and honesty that would be fun to explore. I wish canon had explored it via an in depth undercover mission but I guess nooot. When Tuvok's undercover with the Maquis it doesn't appear he acts differently other than being loyal to the Maquis. I'm guessing that's because his cover story was something like being a Starfleet officer that defected - so he didn't have to change that much about himself. Tuvok says at one point that he's bad with improvising (it's implied he specifically means coming up with lies on the spot) which I /do/ make fun of him for. I /do/ have a laugh at that one because he's a spy BUT if I take that as a non-contradictory fact about him I do like it. It implies that he, Tuvok, is bad at improvising a lie on the fly which may not be true if he's playing a character. If he asks himself "What would Tuvok do" the answer would not be lie. If he asks himself "What would [cover name] do" perhaps again it's more of an acting exercise, a fiction which doesn't necessarily reflect on himself.

I think about Tuvok's approach to writing a fake scenario. He seems to value realism above all else - logic. Why might this happen? How likely would it be for this to happen? Why would a character say this, do that? He runs probability studies and he apparently takes detailed notes on at least Janeway's behavior as he straight up tells her in another episode. I wonder if Janeway's the only person he does this for and I wonder WHY he does it. It's not part of his job and it's implied he's been doing it since before Voyager even got stuck in the delta quadrant. Oh but god what was I getting at? I think it's endlessly fascinating to think about what a Vulcan like Tuvok, a Vulcan who is unwilling to become 'less Vulcan' or compromise his own morals/convictions, would do in undercover scenarios. It brings up so many questions: What is a lie? What does Tuvok consider lying? What is 'the truth' and how do we know it's being told? What does it mean to be honest in social interactions? At what point is heavy implication lying? What are Tuvok's convictions and how does he stand by them in his line of work? Why is he in the line of work he is - both security and as an undercover operative? What is it about these professions which draws him? Something that drew me in about one of the scenes in 'Catalyst of Sorrows' is that very last one. Jarquin hesitantly asks Tuvok, who's undercover as a Romulan merchant, if he would please ask about his missing sons. Tuvok hesitates then agrees to do it. What interested me about it is how he deems this as "illogical". I didn't understand what he meant by that at first but now I believe he meant that it would be somewhat out of character for Leval, the Romulan merchant, to agree but Tuvok's convictions would not allow him to turn the man down. It goes minorly against what the character Leval would do (illogical) BUT it would be perhaps a larger blight on Tuvok's katra to refuse such a small yet meaningful favor from someone who's helped him. There are plenty of things which aren't strictly 'logical' in the coldest possible sense of the word but which Vulcans do. Because they're people. There's also at many times implied to be another thing in tandem with logic - a sort of pacifism or kindness, an 'anti-cruelty' which stems from Vulcans past. It may not be "logical" (in again, the coldest possible sense) to sing your children a sixty verse lullaby when they can't sleep but if you CAN do it, why wouldn't you? If Tuvok CAN help this man (IE: It's not against his morals or the parameters of his mission) why wouldn't he? Logic is the beginning of wisdom, not the end. It's as changeable and gray as emotion is. Vulcans cannot be led by emotion so they're led by logic - that doesn't mean they are black and white thinkers. They'd be a hivemind if they were! I think of 'Prime Factors' where Tuvok says "My logic was not in error but I was." I wish we'd been able to explore more about logic with Tuvok as well. In thinking of Tuvok I think of how the memory beta wiki says that the term 'logic' is just the typical translation of the Vulcan concept 'cthia' which might be more accurately translated as 'reality-truth'...

[thestudentfarmer]

Smallish post for the moment, to reply to some questions and comments made on prior posts :)

I've been asked a few times over the last couple of months about where I live as well as the grow seasons in my area.

I'm in a fairly populated area of the US, largely in usda grow zone 9-10.

Where I'm at in particular doesn't get snow, but further upstate does. (Those areas can't grow yr round, not without some adjustment such as greenhouses.)

Technically, I can grow almost all yr round. But once the Temps start hitting 100*f regularly it's too hot for us and most plants stop flowering or fruiting (pollen starts getting damaged at 95*f, but multiple 100*f days is bad for both plants and most pollinators) so we end up just letting what can struggle along till its cooler or we take everything up and solarise (Personally i Iet the plants that'll grow grow, keeps the soils covered, where it belongs and gives a fresh food source for my chickens that isnt trucked in everytime.)

In winter, we do get cold, but not too many frost days. When we do have frost days, often I can toss a few thin blankets over most crops at night and be good till the next day. If I only plant winter crops, I don't even need to do that.

I also do not follow a lot of the planting guides available. I often use them as a rough draft (like starting tomatoes in pots/grow cells in November around Thanksgiving. So their ready to be planted around valentines day).

Side note, 🌱🌱🌱🌱🌻🌻🌻 If your looking into starting gardening or farming and are in the USA, I 1000% would say check with your local county extension office or county extension ag office. Some of the larger state collages as well have offices dedicated to answering plant questions. You don't even have to be in the same state

I've asked for help with potatoes through 3 different counties (including the state I live in) each one has given valuable info, advice and several different answers. They are amazing resources if you don't have someone to buddy up with!

Sadly, I cannot give much info for such programs outside the states as im unknowledged in the possible resource shares. I believe most countries do have a similar equivalent though. 🌻🌻🌻🌱🌱🌱

Because I'm in an urban area (surrounded by neighbors and city), it does mess with the microclimate a bit. This means some crops do way better at different times than expected.

For examples, armenian cucumbers do great yr round.

Regular cucumbers? Only winter/fall. I don't grow them much, though cause they've tasted terrible.

Carrots are more a fall crop here and are much tastier and sweeter. Spring/summer carrots are hit or miss. Edible but less enjoyable.

Spinich? Haven't had any luck in either season yet. Either in ground or in raised bed or pots.

Regular potatoes? Soils too hard in the ground and the raised beds I've tried so far get too dry or too wet. :'( next try i intend to try a raised row/straw method.

Sweet potatoes? Vines grew and flourished well throughout the whole summer! I've yet to see what the spud harvest will look like yet, but I've gotten around 10 lbs of greens, plus a few pounds of vines that the chickens demolish quite eagerly. To me, that's a win, plus the vines trellis easily and can double as a nice shade structure when trained on trellis.

@oh-he-grows carrot seeds do smell fantastic! I was quite suprised how nice they smelled! Tbh I've been a little interested in collecting some umbells before they open next time and seeing if I might infuse some olive oil for a soap batch.

@tinyshe Thank you for your encouraging words! I hope as well to encourage more people to look into growing gardens, saving seeds, doing more small scale things to eventually make a positive difference for future and current generations :)

And to wrap up today a lil appearance from two of our lovely gals :)

🌻🌻🌻 Happy Homesteading🌱🌱🌱

10 8 2023

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Kody's "pond rant" and what it means

I NEED to talk about the Kody park episode otherwise I will DIE

CW: discussions of mental health and suicidal thoughts

I used to think that Kody was a villain that was just evil for the sake of evil and was kind of poorly written, but since rewatching the park episode I changed my mind (I still think there's flaws with his writing but anyways)

I don't know if you remember but in the episode where Kody and Freelancer were at the park Kody had this whole rant about the park pond being dirty

At first I thought he was just being like "waaah waaah I'm a water elemental and I'm connected to dirty water how grossdd" and it was partially that but there was a deeper message.

I'll type out the whole rant so you can see:

"See that water? This city loves to tout that this park has a "gorgeous built-in water feature". It's a hole in the ground with a cheap, flimsy fountain in the middle of it. The pump gets so full of debris from the litter people throw into the water that it doesn't even pump half of the time. And it reeks. That's the glory of unprocessed unattended gray water at play. It might as well be sewage at this point. But it's water. It's the same stuff that courses through your body. That revitalizes you, keeps you clean, keeps your thirst slacked. It's the same thing that connects every scrap of land on this god forsaken planet. I can feel it. Not with my hands, nothing that trite. I can feel it. In my senses, in my core. My powers touch it, and it touches back. The water is disgusting, you can see the scum in it, the trash that has been thrown in it. I'd never swim in it and I'd certainly never drink it. But it's connected to me. Irrevocably, inescapably. That algae-ridden sewer water is a part of me. One that I can't sever myself from. All I can do is stare at it, wish someone would come clean it, or wish that it was just gone. Just fill the hole, start over. It'd be better for everyone, even if it was a loss. I hope you understand the gravity of what you did."

And if it weren't obvious enough, later:

"People look at me like they look at that scum-filled puddle."

If you still don't get it: Kody is basically making a metaphor.

He is the puddle. He's a bad person, but (in his mind) there's nothing he can do about it. He just wishes that someone would come and fix him, or just wishes he was simply, dead.

I first thought that this was simply the classic manipulation tactic of saying that you're gonna kys to make the victim feel bad and summit to you in the worries that you might actually do it but,

The thing is, everything that he's saying in this metaphorical rant goes against everything he's said before and after it

He is constantly saying that he's actually the victim, that he was just trying to help them and that everyone just pulled out their pitchforks and convinced them that he was in the wrong

But in this rant, he admits that he's a bad person and needs help.

And he usually doesn't speak in these metaphors for no reason.

It really seems like a silent confession, wether or not FL got it or just thought he just started ranting about about the dirty puddle for no reason, we don't know

He recognized that he's a bad person and needs help, but his idea of getting help is someone coming up to him with a magic wand and declaring "there! You're fixed! You can go out and live in society now!"

He doesn't recognize that the only person who can fix him is himself. Clearly when he got counselling but didn't seem to get any better, it's because he couldn't even admit out loud that he is the problem, he possibly even started believing his own lie.

He was a loner who couldn't get close to a person, so he sought after a person who was unknowledgeable and unaware of his doing. When that person eventually found out and he was pushed to a corner, he turned on the defensive and started gaslighting and manipulating like his life depended on it. Once that didn't work, he just went away to a new place where nobody knew he did anything wrong in the first place.

I always see people saying or implying that Kody didn't really get a deserving punishment for his actions, but I disagree

Because it's just going to keep happening to him.

Until he admits to his wrongs, he's just going to keep doing wrong things and then running away when he can't gaslight everyone around him.

Also he like, got completely decked by Damien in the inversion

I hope it's clear by my wording but I don't think that just because Kody has suicidal thoughts that suddenly means that he's absolved of all his wrong doings, he is very clearly supposed to be an antagonist, I'm just not the kind of person to quickly get rid of and stuff a character into a box before sending them flowing down the river just because they're a bad person and hurt my pwecious wittle babies

While there is some things about Kody's storyline that I didn't like I definitely see that he's a much deeper character than I first thought.

[minzart]

Will's birthday jacket/union

11 of May of 2021- first time their oficial desing was made and posted here!

Background template isn't mine and can be found here I only edited the color

[Interview]

Will: All clean, now to move the furniture back- eh? Someone's at the door?

Idia: Morning...

Will: Idia? What are you doing here so early?

Idia: sigh* let's get this over with... I'm your gift-giver today, happy birthday and all that

Will: ... pfff did you came early just so you could avoid the party?

Idia: bingo! Now let me in I can feel people staring....

Will: great seven, come on in, you know that Ortho will insist you come anyway

Idia: butttt I would've already given you your present, soooo I tecnicaly don't need to show up anymore! Here

Will: ah... oh! A headphone... I forgot those existed haha

Idia: yeah Ortho told me you didn't had one, and you are more of the introverted type so... you know... one of our essential survival items just seemed fitting, fits my theme so no-one found it weird I bought another one

Will: ... it has background canceling noise?! How? it's so tiny!

Idia: eheh, I may have done some modifications, here, you can turn off and on that feature in this button, the wires where trash and I had some spares, and free time, so those will probably last way longer too, don't worry in binding it around it's very resistant

Will: you realy are amazing...

Idia: oh? Praising me prefect I'm honored

Will: I take back what I said. Your grin makes me wanna punch you

Idia: waah so cold and unfair to your gift-giver after all that trouble I had to be here instead of seding this by the mail and sending the questions by email, so mean~

Will: sarcastic ass

Idia: anyways gonna let me do my side quest or no?

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Idia: so first question, if you could have a sibling, who would it be? You can't choose someone of your own dorm tho

Will: I literaly only have only one member and he's practically my little sibling already

Idia: rules are rules! And I don't make then, so who would it be?

Will: hm.... sibling... Ortho.

Idia: eh-?

Will: Yeah, Ortho, of everyone Ortho would be the least annoying one hopefully

Idia: pfff trying to get rich fast~ I can see your game, but you are right, Ortho is an amazing little brother... to me at least

Will: rich? Buddy if I wanted to get rich I would seduce Malleus, Leona, Vil or even you, easier that way, I already have trauma as it is I don't need your family's one on top of that. Besides you said someone to be my sibling, singular, so you are out of the question

Idia: pfff don't want me as your brother then?

Will: I probably can't be useful to you, and for more of an amazing brother that you are to Ortho I doubt it would be the same to me

Idia: oh? Full of assumptions aren't you?

Will: and you are gonna tell me I'm wrong? Magicless, unknowledgeable of the world and certainly know practically nothing compared to you, I wouldn't be usefull in anyform to you, to Ortho I at least could make an attempt but even for he I might not even be usefull

Idia: you know that siblings don't need to be usefull right? I care for Ortho not bc he's usefull to me, but bc he cares for me as well.

Will: If you had my luck I doubt you would be saying that with so certainty.

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Idia: alright next question, since you weren't sorted in a dorm, what dorm do you think you would be in?

Will: ... that's a very specific question

Idia: sounds like someone made this with you in mind

Will: alright, alright, dorm...the shape of my soul or whatever... heartslabyul.

Idia: so fast, did you actualy thought about it?

Will: I don't mind following rules and don't feel like I stand out enough to be in the other ones

Idia: hehehe insulting heartslabyul's students now? How bold~

Will: don't twist my worlds Shroud, you know very well that that's not what I meant

Idia: funny, I thought you would say Diasomnia or Octavinelle... I can tecnicaly see you in Ignihyde too tho

Will: eh? Why?

Idia: Diasomnia since you are friends with Malleus, Octavinelle is a comun pick from what I heard, wich is fair I mean they have a fucking restaurant and Azul is more merciful to his students than to the other's

Will: Ignihyde?

Idia: .... I'm gonna be honest, I think you give yourself little credit, besides following rules or whatever you meant by that bc I remember you not caring a single bit about those, you are creative

Will: creative...?

Idia: yeah, Azul couldn't stop screaming in our matches at the club about how you and kingschoolar destroyed his hard work. It was a creative plan, clever could also be used to describe it, but that's not all that defines you, you tell stories very well, I have heard you and Grim talking around school and Ortho recorded one of your hangouts, you have a creative soul when you get in the right mood, one of the things my dorm is know to have, so yeah, Ignihyde sounds like it fits you too... tomeatleastImean-

Will: ... it's weird when you get honest

Idia: ahem. Anyways, now to the tradition!

Will: tradition? Is that! ... you bastard THAT'S WHY YOU CAME HERE AFTER ALL!

Idia: I have no idea what you mean~

Will: YOU SORE LOSER THIS IS BECAUSE I BEAT YOUR SCORE ISN'T IT?!

Idia: noooo It's tradition I swear! Any extra satisfaction I get from it is merely coincidence~

Will: I should have punched you after your overblot

[khufiya-khaufnak-antariksh]

So earlier today I introduced some of my WIPs to some new people, and I realised that many people might not be familiar with those two WIPs.

Kriya Petri: fantasy (with body horror & dystopian elements). Setting: A country called Fillor on a planet called Thuluke. In Fillor, to bind yourself to the one you love, you require a trinamate potion to seal the bond. 'Trinamate' is marriage (though that is a rather crude translation of the word). But to get a trinamate potion legally, the couple needs to be… acceptable. A man and a woman who plan to have at least one child. Yes, it's been 1000 years since the global apocalypse, but 'sufficient reproduction' is still a concern among the Filore people (plus it's a moral virtue for the Divine Monarchy, who reside on the cloudlands, with an iron grip on the institutes of Fillor). A potioneer wants to elope with their lover, but the pair is, let's just say, not acceptable. So what are they to do? The potioneer brews a trinamate potion on their own, finding the closely guarded methods & ingredients for the potion through who-knows-who, bunch of shady people. The potion explodes. The potioneer knows the punishment for something like this. They'll be condemned to Kaewoe (so will their lover, if anyone finds out), a realm so deep below the ground that it's close to the core of the planet. Kaewoe, where the mind & body are destroyed by the horribly high concentration of magic. Kaewoe, the names & lives & loves of all who enter it, all slowly turned to unknowledge. Good thing stealing identities is absurdly easy in Fillor! The potioneer wipes all memory of their crimes & love (or else the Thought magicians would know), flees to the city of Naebo. Their name is now Kriya Petri,

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Welcome To The Real World: scifi, fantasy, surrealism, horror, tragedy

This one's in very early stages Inspired by Frankenstein Setting: The Great South Asian Rip in Reality, where physics (time & space both) is just completely twisted. The year is sometime in the 2070s. Sometimes it's the 2040s outside the Rip. Depends when/where you step out. Moh-maya, reality's very fabric & everything that keeps up the illusions that comprise reality, are very malleable in here. Main character: Kabir aka Moksh. A closeted Indian trans man who lives a double life, perhaps even a triple life. One in which he's a cis woman & a regular bright STEM student (STEM studies also include study of moh-maya). Another in which he's just some guy with good friends (the most authentic of his lives), where he goes by the name Kabir & uses moh-maya to present as his true self. If only temporarily. (it's painful, mentally & physically, whenever he has to revert to the female form). The third is some mad scientist bullshit, he's going by the name of Moksh among his fellow mad scientists & his main project is a moh-maya Frankenstein's monster that others can share their consciousness with, such that they can experience shape-shifting more easily & go where they physically aren't, do things they physically can't. Let's simply call it the 'entity'. Due to many reasons, creating this entity is pretty illegal. Hence the new name & collaboration with fellow shady people. the plot, put shortly: he starts doing vigilante justice w/the entity & then goes far & gets more & more consumed w/work & things go verrrrrrryyyyyy wrong despite starting with (dubious but) good intentions.

in this second one i neglected to mention the fact that you, as the reader, get front row tickets to the main character's spiral into madness & justifying murders thru the entity + the entity is a whole person & has opinions + a whole lot of other stuff, I DID mention that this WIP is in very early stages but holy fuck i could go on & on about it (just not in a way that can be packaged in a structured & sensible introduction)

[a-tale-never-told]

I'm done with all of this

//Hey everyone, it's been quite the postponement, huh? Apologies for diligently taking my precious time to indulge in the pleasures of adolescence, and when I describe pleasures, I mean that my introverted faculties have spiked up again.

//I'm gonna be real, I do not enjoy the current status of my return, as I've made that very clear. And no, I'm not talking about the fact that I haven't updated since February. I'm talking about the constant favoritism and overinflation that pervades this entire community, especially current events unfolding in the Danganronpa community.

//If you're intrigued as to why I'm so frustrated, it is because I'm fatigued and appalled by the social stratification of story blogs and how insanely lumped and overlooked the majority of fascinating, truly awesome blogs are on this platform as opposed to propagating just one.

//Frankly, it's generally criminal how hypocritical and multifaceted people are these days, to the extent that just one person even bothered to check up on me and inquired about where I'd stumbled off to. Let me tell you, I'm actually thankful nobody aside from three even remotely asked about my sudden departure from the platform because it would have been heartwarmingly lucid to have an entire legion of followers forming a post to spread awareness about your disappearance.

//Naturally, you might be very confused as to why my tone comes off as condescending yet cynical at the same time, and my answer to that is that I'm genuinely startled as to how little you all gave a damm about my existence in the first place, and I'm real tired of repressing these feelings any longer.

//First things first, I wasn't shell-shocked as to why people grew some form of aversion towards my content ever since the blog's inception. I have undergone quite the retrospective as of these past few months, and that was an interesting experience. It was like reimbursing for trash in the garbage disposal, and what you'd end up with is so abysmal and unknowledgeable about the most basic of facts when it comes to discussing anything relevant at all to what people gauge their interests that it's laughably detached from the mind.

//Don't get me wrong, I necessarily don't think that my concepts are that horrible, narratively wise, but once you've started to analyze the level of accuracy and bizarre decision-making showcased with each post, it's really tempting not to look at that and say "Yeah, this thing looks like shit!".

//It's not that the overall premise itself is conceptually flawed; it's just that, to convey a really engrossing storyline, it's pretty pertinent that you get attached to our main cast and follow their daily life-to-life struggles, to not feel disengaged or uninterested whenever you're seeing them in action.

//Obviously, as indicated by literally every post in this blog's history, I had no rationale or vision beneath all of that, just broad specifics and generalized, overly exaggerated caricatures of our cast and the worldbuilding that it ended up aging more disastrously than the O.J Simpson trial.

//Often, there was very little in the way of information or research, and the research I did provide was so half-baked and riddled with logical, methodical fallacies that it scarcely resembled a painfully unfunny satire. Like, does anyone get the same vibes of cringe-inducing, nonsensical, downright comically ignorant moments after reading through this? Seems like it's pretty common when it comes to the earlier instances.

/Regardless, I plan to address all of these concerns and tackle them individually as the story progresses because I've deemed the earlier to be the equivalent of comically produced feces, and an insult to the audience that actually comes here to eat quality content.

//Aside from that, that's not what I'm here to discuss at the moment. No, what I'm truly incensed about and what implored me to finally open the floodgates of tulmotious self-loathing and emerge out of hiding was the recent situation surrounding a friend of mine, who, for simplicity, we'll refer to as Person A. If you've been to his blog and skimmed through the contents, you'd possibly get a good indicator as to who I'm bringing up.

//It's heavily worth mentioning that at approximately 11:00pm standard time, a colossal hurricane known as Helene swept throughout the southern proportions of the continental United States, inflicting historic flooding and millions of power outages across a vast plenitude of states. Entire tributaries were overflooded, and boats capsized, homes devastatingly flattened. Simply put, it'd become a calamity of unprecedented proportions and if you've been following the news as of late, you would see just how terrifying and weary the crisis is.

//Fun fact, my house is situated somewhere near the navigational routes to Miami, so it wasn't like I was entirely insulated from the disaster. Due to my residence being completely far from the severity of the storm, I'd, fortunately, been able to avoid the worst of what Helene had to offer, though it cannot be understated just how insane the probability of eventual flooding was and how we narrowly came close to calamity.

//I had to continuously make sure that the density of the rain never surpassed what could potentially snowball into an irreparable flood, so if any of you are wondering why I was inactionable between Thursday and Friday, here's your confirmation.

//When I reconvened back on the platform earlier this morning, however, I saw a submission between Mod Poi and another anon, specifically one who's inextricably tight with Person A whom I'm great friends, and who happens to be affiliated with Person A blog.

//Now, just for clarity, this is not some form of deliberate jeering towards the anon. He was clearly looking out for Person A's security, and that's highly respectable in my book. What positively irked me about that submission, however, was the connotative phrasing of it, as if the person who I'm very good mutuals with was the only individual negatively afflicted by the disaster.

//Part of it, I theorized, was mainly unintentional on his end, but the implication that he was singling out millions of displaced, bereaved refugees and victims of the disaster just to spread awareness about one guy whose current situation is congruent and vastly identical to the tenuous situation others are facing instead of doing the sensible option of spreading awareness to everyone affected by the calamity, it'd finally prompted me to stop by a lethargic snob and offer my uncensored thoughts as to why I'm disgusted by the level of idolization and pedestalism that normally goes on here.

//... Frankly, I don't wanna insulate anything negative about the anon behind this tweet, since there was no malicious intent towards the others discerned underneath that submission. Rather, it lit an unquenchable fuse in my body that is primarily directed at why this submission is a critical red flag.

//I get it, it's probably not deliberate. But when you're posturing yourself so badly that you singled out everybody that potentially could've been in the vicinity of the catastrophe just because of one guy who's probably gonna take a well-needed break after experiencing the 14th most powerful storm ever to impact the United States, it needs to be called out upon for how tone-deaf it is.

//For starters, massively alarming to send this to a blog whose moderator happens to know you and the companion personally. Don't get mistaken, I seriously appreciate the concern for his mental consciousness and well-being, but sending this to a mutual of yours and tagging the submission with his blog initials instead of arguably posting about the situation on your blog with the tags of everyone involved in the incident, and then said people repost it to their buddies is irrefutably biased.

2. //Not once do you specify why you're mainly centering the discussion around him, given that many of his followers also reside in the same region that's unequivocally suffering the worst natural disaster in recent history. For reference, what I'm inferring is that the region most brutalized with the torrential rains and increased flooding is principally ravaging the southern parts of the country, much of it spanning Georgia, the Carolinas, and the state I live in, Florida. So it's not just limited to coastal regions, it's anywhere within the South that has a modicum of precipitation or just so happens to be within the path of which it's traversing, though it has been reputed to have massive ripples within non-Southern states such as Virginia and Ohio.

3. // As aforementioned previously, this was primarily just one anon conversing with a friend of mine and proceeding to spread the most tone-deaf, unintentionally pedestal-like submission I've ever seen. Now, this wouldn't be as frustrating if he'd just taken the simpler route and created a separate post extensively detailing the impending disaster and spreading awareness to everyone by tagging the majority of people following him. Instead, he opted to specifically inform Poi of this submission by tagging it with the person he was close with specifically, either out of ignorance or sheer incompetence. Pick your poison

4. //Out of all of the things you could have chosen as to why he's currently undergoing severe hell at the moment.. it had to be because he was unavailable to watch the latest Despair Time episode, wasn't it? That's the only logical explanation as to why you intentionally sent it to Poi as opposed to accomplishing the bare minimum and spreading awareness yourself because he wasn't physically attendant to the reaction video. All things considered, it might be the opposite, but it came off as so self-centered and indifferent to what's actually going on that I felt compelled to bring that up. 5. //As anticipated, the legion of pious followers quickly responded and began to emulate the same type of methods the previous anon had employed. Notably, @review-anon messaged another close companion of mine, Mod Freeze, and then decided to note down the friend's whereabouts, asserting that since they live high up, they averted the storm surge, and then remarked that UK storms are really pathetic in comparison to tropical revolving storms. This isn't entirely without logic, as Europe statically and historically seems to be the section of the globe where hurricanes are very rare and not that endemic to the climate, so he's done his homework. Still, it's worth noting that this leads to my vocal criticism about all of this preferential treatment Person A has been receiving.

// For those of you blissfully unaware, I have an infamous history of being systematically ostracized and segregated from whatever social group I aspired to interact with. Throughout various stages of my life, I'd been a frequent outlet of abusive inhibitions that my fellow peers liked to unload towards me, irrespective of whether I committed any grievous errors.

//Personally, they'd intended to see me squirm and grovel in their stead, taunting me relentlessly, utilizing signature gaslighting techniques to convince me that I'm better than I think they are, demeaning me at every opportunity. One pretentious kid back then even had the astute proposal of thumping me in the head when I was still a toddler. Routinely interspersed with hateful bullying and mean-spirited remarks, it was a pitifully miserable spectacle to behold. For some reason, I have always felt that society was out to get me due to how I conducted myself and my diagnostic disabilities.

// Since my youth, I have completely craved validation and approval from people outside of family members and teachers, yet I'd consistently get turned down despite augmenting and swapping out distinctive traits of my personality to acclimate with the rest of the group. Even when I was part of some social group, I'd always get separated and left out of whatever was happening simply due to my eccentricities and quirks. Combine that with destabilizing social anxiety and depression and it's safe to say I was far from the most ideal person, mentally.

//Partially, the reason why this blog exists is to enhance social interaction and establish an emotional connection with my fanbase, to fill the vacancy and absenteeism that radically defined my educational life, to construe relationships with like-minded individuals like Bubbles and Mod Creeper out of self-indulgence, but merely due to feeling isolated from the wider community. Ever get the vibes of wanting somebody to lean your shoulder on, but come to the realization that barely anybody recounts that you existed? That's how I realistically feel after writing this.

//So to return back to the platform after months of speculation as to whether I was doing alright or not, only to witness that aside from a couple of folks, barely anyone acknowledged your existence for even a fraction, while simultaneously observing someone else procure more recognition and admiration from people that probably don't even know who he is just... dispiriting.

//No joke, I did not want to make this essay some unrepentant jab against those who have vivaciously supported me and offered constructive feedback to improve the quality and narrative of the blog, and I extend my gratefulness to @randdodraggo, @poisonrozen, @commander-bubbles-the-first and @freezethunder. All of you are exceptionally benevolent and kind people, you guys are actually very cool in my eyes.

//Now, I did say I was undergoing a retrospective on how I conduct myself on this platform, and after extensively going through much deliberation and self-reflection on how this blog is currently being run, it has come to my attention that @A Tale Never Told, in its current iteration, is simply a purported byproduct of idealism and natively, to think I could once challenge these monolithic powerhouses of the Danganronpa Community. And that's why as of me typing this, A Tale Never Told is on indefinite hiatus.

//Reasons cited are purely from a story-driven and historical perspective, but one of the fundamental variables is just that I don't have it in me to continually update it when it's painfully obvious that it needs to be revised. It doesn't help that I've been grappling with another bout of depression stemming from my academic curriculum, which plays out just as well as you expect.

//All in all, the pedestal-like responses of two anons were what finally pressurized me into dedicating a full section of this essay to dissembling my intensely troubling thoughts on the favoritism aspect in this community as a whole and the wildly fantastical expectations and bar that has been set due to one blog's existence.

//I'd like to discard any prefabrications about the anon situation being the sole catalyst as to why I'm postponing A Tale Never Told indefinitely. Even if those comments never manifested, I still went into this intending to shelve ATAT until further notice, because there's far too much wrong with it. It is inarguably self-apparent once you start delving deep into it.

//Truthfully, I don't really know how to cap off this section of the essay other than having something to say toward the ASOOT fanbase; I desperately craved to become part of that community, as I legitimately think all of you are very generous, kind-hearted, altruistic folks, and I still unquestionably attest to that belief. I can't bear the thought of being an unperson, so I frequently reassured myself that perhaps I was far from alone, while endlessly seeking out fellow company and solstice in my fellow friends, hence why I was desperately hooking on to you guys like a lifeline to avoid feeling desolated or marginalized.

//I'm severely autophobic, and even though I hold accountability for my vendetta against select types of people in this community was due to vapidity, it was partially motivated by an extreme desire to not feel discarded and solicitude. Really, I just craved your affection, especially since we'd have those routine Ted-Talk motivations on ASOOT where Bubbles elaborates on a topic and offers his insightful viewpoint on it, and I always found that pretty neat and engrossing.

//People are a lot more kinder and mindful of others than you might think, and it's because of this that I've always envisioned myself being part of a grand collective where we'd gather round and simply just talk with each other. Instead, what I have gotten in exchange is the exact opposite, and even though it might've not been that intentional or purposeful, it still indirectly hurts getting abandoned and figuratively erased by your own friends, not even interacting with the majority of the community you've inserted yourselves in.

//This may sound rather hyperbolic since the vast majority of you do not even know who I am, presumably, but I largely valued the sense of camaraderie and unity that was present in the Dr community and a probable reason as to why I incessantly messaged other ASOOT fans before my hiatus and even conforming to their standards, because if there's one thing we all universally agree upon, it's that the existence of ASOOT gave us a sense of belonging and, in terms of personal rationale, need to be accepted by others.

//But it seems that I was incorrect with my premeditated assessment from all those months ago. Turns out that things aren't as woefully perfect as they once were. I know it's probably just a coping mechanism or just my cognitive faculties validating my concerns, but it just really sucked when you take a snowy, hard, reflection and be like "Yeah, I'm actually pretty worthless and malding over overwhelmingly positive reception which I'm probably never gonna encounter in my entire tenure in this platform. How lucid.

//Arguably, I'm feeling honestly pathetic and gutted about how I necessitated I needed to aspire to ASOOT metrics of popularity when it was clear I was never surpassing the peak of the mountain, and whether it was out of undisclosed envy and entitlement, it does not give me an excuse to behave like a pedantic dickhead and harassing those that just wanted to go about their good ol' time on this platform.

//To conclude this really exhaustive essay, what better to wrap this up than quoting from a game that's been at the center of reverence in the Dr environment? I think this monologue perfectly encapsulates my overall assessment of the situation" You don’t understand, do you? I used to be like you. I barely remember, but I used to be like you. I cared so much about people, I cried every time someone was hurt. I suffered for a long time stuck in here caring about people. I know what you’re going through. You’re going to hold on as long as you have, with the hope that you can make it out of here with everyone. Then you’re going to despair. That lasts a while, too. Then you’ll get bored. Like me. And you’ll wish you were still suffering. Anything else is better than boredom. I wish I could feel something, anything else, other than being bored. I’m stuck in here for eternity, and I know everything that could possibly happen. I know how everyone reacts to murder, what makes people turn to despair, what fills people with hope and makes them survive until we all run out of food and starve to death. I wish I could feel terrified, afraid, or angry. But I can’t anymore. I don’t feel anything at all except boredom.

[thecrusadercomrade]

For Beagle Birthday Blowout, how was it? How did you like Lena? How were the Webby and Lena interactions? How was it seeing the various different factions of the Beagle Boys? How was it seeing Webby's feelings on being left out due to how close Huey, Dewey, and Louie are to each other than her?

Lena seems like an interesting addition to the cast! Though after that final scene I'm very suspicious of what she's got going on. It looks like she's a bit of a troublemaker with how she brought Webby to break into that Beagle party. Without even telling her what was going on, which was a dick move. So far, she seems cool, but not exactly the nicest person. She also seems to be rich going off of the reference to Paris, which makes me wonder if we'll see her family come into contact with Scrooge.

Webby and Lena are definitely an odd pair. Webby is extremely sheltered and unknowledge about the world and how to interact with people her age, while Lena is much more worldly and willing to get into shady stuff. Still, it was super cute seeing them become friends! I'm glad Lena didn't ditch Webby like I thought might've happened after the playground segment. It was a bit harsh of her to want to leave the boys behind as bait in my opinion; yeah they left Webby, but they weren't leaving her in any kind of danger, they were just being insensitive.

I didn't realize the Beagle Boys were such a massive thing! I just thought it was those three guys and Ma Beagle. They have the potential to be a much bigger threat than I thought, especially if they control so much of the city with their various gangs.

It can be pretty hard joining a friend group after it's already been established for a while. Even if they welcome you, it can be hard to assimilate into that "culture". It's doubly hard for someone like Webby, who's never had friends her own age before. Hopefully she'll be able to get settled over time, in addition to making her own friends like Lena.

Really curious about what's going on with her by the way. Lena might be a villain, but that thing she was talking to DEFINITELY will be. It's gonna break Webby's heart.

[horizon-verizon]

Do you think that rhaenyra is pretty hated in this fandom ? I know her book! personality might be difficult to like at first, but i feel she was more complex than her show version

What's not to like about Book!Rhaenyra?!

Nah, I'm playing. I myself didn't know what to make of Rhaenyra when I first got to know her through the official Wiki and even after reading Fire and Blood for the very first time. Her need for love and prior self restraint weren’t emphasized enough and I wanted to read through because I tend to rush before I really spend to much time on one page in the first read. Breaking out of a bad habit. 

By canon, Rhaenyra is both simpler and more full of potential (therefore “complex”) --i.e., better than the show version. Check out this POST by alinhahams (below is an excerpt):

But instead of wilting, she fights. Refuses to give up. She’s stubborn, not just by her nature but because she has to be. She has to be strong. She won’t let Alicent and her family take away her birthright or her father (she is as much his priority and more so as his heir than Alicent). She won’t let Alicent’s (and this is very much Alicent’s doing, not Otto’s) rumour mongering spoil her dreams of a happy marriage and family (she is said to express her desire to marry Daemon whom she chose and loved), she won’t let King Viserys’ foolishness/hypocrisy rob her of the chance to love (Daemon and Harwin), she won’t take abuse against her and her children lying down (Daemon is hers, ofc she can command him to fight on her behalf), she won’t forgive the wrongs done to her (she hadn’t done anything to deserve not getting the chance to mourn her father, to lose her only daughter so tragically, to lose her son so violently, to be usurped on account of something she just CAN’T control) and in all these moments, we see her pride and stubbornness. They aren’t necessarily the best character traits but they help her stay strong and keep fighting.

It’s both a flaw in some instances and a greatly admirable trait in other. That’s how character writing works. They have a set of characteristics that is unique to them, that becomes their undoing but is also their inner strength. For Rhaenyra, it’s her heart and her desire to love freely and be loved.

Imagine Young Rhaenyra but not as dampened as when she gets older, very feminine, wears a lot of rich colors and rings on her fingers that she twirls around when nervous, and more expressive in the face and you have canon Rhaenyra. Like Cersei, she wanted power for herself that is being denied to her, and that actually makes her rather complex because we anticipate what one would do for that denied power, by narrative principle. 

I don’t know if she’s commonly hated in the fandom, but look. This fandom is very...unknowledgeable of many things they need to know to even understand how these feudal people think. Many don’t even care to know because they think that their own headcanons are indistutably canon. It’s best to take what people say with a grain of salt. I had to be recently reminded of it HERE.

[mia-solastasia]

Audrey Caines Pkmn VYSE App [Sep 4 2015]

This piece is outdated, made for a defunct project.

Name: Audrey Caines.

Age: 26

Gender/Sex: Female.

Birthday: March 12th

Occupation: Formerly an Office Administrator. Currently N/A.

Pokemon: Braixen

Nature: Careful

Characteristic: Strong-willed

Ability: Blaze

Height: 5'3"

Weight:118 lbs

Personality:

Summary: Organized, passionate, unexpressive, curious, introverted, complex.

An orderly young lady who is rather unexpressive. In spite of years of counseling, Audrey still does not understand interactions with other Pokemon as well as she should. She has a tendency to be overly formal and not really know how to settle down and be casual. Her facial expression is constantly blank whilst she speaks with a neutral monotone-esque tone. Although she does not seem to react very much on the outside, the inside of her mind is a chaotic land of emotions and thoughts constantly spinning out of control. Audrey has learned how to control and contain these emotions with ruthless efficiency, but when she is alone, she tends to release them in an explosive burst. For these reasons, she does not spend very much time with others and finds their chaotic and unpredictable emotions to be taxing when she has her own to deal with. Audrey just prefers to get to business, do what needs to be done, and then retreat to recharge her batteries.

Another major part of her personality is that she is very curious. She has a tendency to be immensely fascinated by the new and want to obtain as much knowledge about it as possible. Curiosity is the one emotion she has trouble hiding. Her eyes turn wide, and she can't help but start asking a torrent of questions about this fascinating new subject.

Her largest desire and motivation in the world is that for order. The Braixen has this insatiable need to constantly organize information about herself and her surroundings. She creates and stores vast databases of information which she spends hours compiling within her S.T.I.C. (the stick shown in the image) Although she holds up well against most of the world's chaos, excessive amounts of it will break her down and cause a rather uncharacteristic loss in composure. Order is key, and order is the only way she can control anything. And in this pursuit, she is ridiculously determined. When she sets her mind to completing a project, she will focus her entire being 120% and plow through it in spite of any distractions. She takes everything she does to heart, and does it all very seriously.

Although she is naive about the ways of the world and is curious, she isn't as unknowledgable as people might think. She has been stung by some rather painful experiences with her family, and as a result, is extremely cautious about most of the things she does. Even when she is curious, she is still keeping it as carefully controlled as she can. And she is still keeping an eye out for any possible negative outcomes or reactions, which her chaotic mind is able to think of countless all at once.

History: Ever since she was a Fennekin, she had to suffer from the rather hectic realities of life. She was birthed from various genetic breeding experiments involving anonymous donors. Thus, she never knew her real parents. Instead, she was raised by two malfunctioning Porygon-Z androids that adopted her in attempts to cultivate their emotional responses. (After all, what's cuter than a Fennekin child?)

Though the Porygon-Z were highly efficient at providing her with all of her physical needs, they were extremely erratic on the emotional side of things. The androids for the most part left her to her own devices, providing her with random bits of technology they had produced. She learned that such avoidance was more beneficial to her. The more she interacted with them, the more she came to learn that seemingly random events, movements, or even certain facial expressions tended to cause them to react very negatively and fly off the handle.

By the time she was a Braixen, she had pretty much learned all of the ridiculously specific behaviors that would trigger their glitchy responses and became rather subdued and dispassionate outwardly. behaving in a simple emotionless fashion similar to an android. Upon her evolution, they decided to reward her with a holster to put around her tail and what they called a S.T.I.C.  And so, she became even closer to a machine.

She spent most of her life doing the same things - withdrawing by herself with her technologies and computers. She would spend hours on these, engrossed in creative pursuits and creating holographic simulations and worlds based on the vast imagination contained within her mind. Fiction was infinitely more interesting than a crazy reality, as fiction was the only means through which she could express her need for order and control.

Around the age of 22 or so, Audrey finally made it out of her artificial parents' house after her proficiency with her S.T.I.C. and Psychic powers caught the attention of a psychological research firm, who had been rounding up the subjects of the breeding experiments for follow-up information. They offered her a place to live in peace, free from the chaos of erratic machines, in exchange for the opportunity to conduct tests on her mental state; how it was affected by her odd upbringing, and her S.T.I.C.'s enhancement of her abilities. Although they found that she had stronger psychic powers than others of her species and even some Psychic-types, she was immensely emotionally stunted and did not seem to understand basic interaction with other Pokemon. Thus, she was assigned a counselor (a male Hypno named Raban) who helped her become more sociable. After two years of some good improvements with that counselor, she was given a small job as his records organizer and slowly rose through the ranks to become an Office Administrator.

However, healing from her upbringing would not be such an easy task. Raban noticed that in spite of how much social interaction Audrey's job involved, she only seemed interested in getting down to business rather than making any lasting relationships. Her improvement had stilted as she became used to this environment and slipped into her old ways. One evening, he received a message that the planet of Vyse was searching for more people to populate it. Whilst Raban himself was not interested in going, he thought that this would be the perfect opportunity for the young Braixen to become acquainted with others and hopefully, grow and learn from her experiences. Thus, he recommended that she go there to live and to work. Although she was hesitant, she decided to go because she too was aware of what improvements this opportunity could bring. And because she didn't want to disappoint Raban.

Moveset:

Fire Spin

Psybeam

Light Screen

Solar Beam

Hobbies: Writing, drawing, holographic tinkering, video games, reading.

Favorite food/flavor: She likes sweet and salty-flavored foods, but prefers a more mild flavoring. Her favorite foods are chocolate and rice.

Extras/Fun Facts:

Carries around a more high-tech version of a Braixen's stick, known as a S.T.I.C. (Stream-Lined Transitional Incineration Creation). Its tip is made of a red semi-solid laser which retracts into itself when it is stored in the holster on her tail, which collects the heat energy produced by her tail to allow more efficient ignition when pulled out. This device, in addition to being used in conjunction with her moves as a regular Braixen's stick is, has multiple functions. It is able to store data and interface with computers similarly to a USB drive, and can even be used as a stylus for tabletlike devices.

Has little interest in pursuing romantic relationships at the moment.

Favorite color is red.

Also likes flowers, as evidenced by the clip around her ear.

Wears glasses. Her eyesight is just fine, but the glasses have a zoom-in function which lets her see things more closely.

[nerves-nebula]

Oh! Character designs can absolutely look edible, once my friend designed a monster that looked very edible, and I told her about it and she was a little baffled.

It's all about the texture presented, the proportions, the shape language and such- also less humanoid characters tend to look more edible (both in design and in personality, the more lucid bugs in hollow knight are a bit less edible cause they're people and you don't chew people (unless you're siblings then it's free game <== guy who chewed on his siblings hair growing up).

For example the White Lady has absolutely fantastic texture (she looks like a weird mushroom tree) but she has a bit more humanoid proportions and an absolutely rancid personality that she is disqualified from being edible

This all may be a me thing cause I was a chronic chewer as a child and chewed on everything I could get my teeth on but hey, I just think edibility of a character should be considered when designing them.

(it might also link to the fact that I'm hungry all the time but let's not get into my eating issues)

Anyways when I got into an argument about hollow knight edibility with my sib I argued on the favour of the tiktik cause it's animalistic, round, and has fantastic texture, while my sib unknowledgeable in character edibility argued for the maskfly, cause it looks and acts like a bird would in the real world , completely ignoring how thin it is and the lack of meat on it's body (also it's wings look weird and leathery, I don't think it would be enjoyable texture wise).

Listen there is a reason why everyone in their fics writes tiktik being used as food, team cherry may not realise it but they designed the most edible bug

Character designs while needing to be a little less humanoid do not need to resemble a real world animal to achieve edibility

Sorry for this deranged rant I have just wanted to tell someone for a very long time

i used to chew on my shirt & suck on my arm until i gave myself hickeys as a kid so i am also a certified Chewer.

i looked up tiktiks & maskflies and i'd have to agree with you. tiktiks are way more chewable. they're like gummies or grubs or something.

anyway i think i get it now, its about the SHAPE language its about the TEXTURE. sometimes you see a creatures and want to pop them in your mouth or boil them in broth that's just human nature

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allrightey rop 2x07

gonna go ahead and say this even though this wasn't one of my fave eps (i didn't entirely think it was good, or like, i preferred ep 5 and 6 much more): imo rop is better than the three lotr movies. there.

like. sauron is badass and evil??? WAY better than the fucking eye

yeah there were weird bits in the battle like that horse jumping strangely (which i've seen haters point out), but if you'd stop looking at lotr through rose-tinted glasses, you'll remember that the things legolas got up to with cgi was just as fucking weird (the elephant thing, off the top of my head)

i didn't like this ep much because the battles dragged on and on and on (lotr also suffers from this imo), and rushing a wall in siege warfare is also very odd to my unknowledgeable self (lotr also suffers from this) and hmm mirdania and celebrimbor and sauron all talking on top of the wall and not getting shot at? (again, lotr suffers from this. but i don't see people complaining about lotr)

i'll get to the good stuff soon. heccc the good stuff was good

btw where is isildur in all this? haha

but what i really love about rop is the choices people have to make! will durin come. will that orc refuse to fight. the whole notion of 'does adar want to kill sauron more than he loves his children'...

i think the nine rings might... be a s3 thing? they get away from sauron so he spends s3 chasing after them or whatever. and giving them to men

okayokay lemme interrupt with the good stuff!! omg brimby and sauron, that convo was aahgfhghfhgh. yeah, i agree with what the internet said, that was some good shit re abuse. but the real icing on the cake was when brimby said it was my fault 😭😭😭 and galadriel blames herself too 😭😭😭

mirdania thinking that it was brimby who yeeted her off the wall! hecc

sauron flexing by having the elf soldiers kill each other!! badass, as i said

and and and brimby figuring out that he's sorta in a time loop kinda (not really, but like, ... idk how to put it exactly, but his surroundings keep cycling/repeating/are in stasis? that's really cool)

also YESSS the mithril was sauron's blood, like some people figured out :3

and i loved brimby trying to destroy the nine rings. but lol it was kinda funny when he tried to pass them off to galadriel, before you find out that he's gonna go back to sauron/sacrifice himself basically. before you learn that, it kinda looks like 'oh no i definitely don't want to be carrying those rings around bc it'll be an instant target on my back! here galadriel you have them' 😂

okay so i have a question about the orcs. i thought they couldn't go in sunlight...?

also damn the river got dammed (?) fast skjfngkjfng (i dont have an issue with this btw)

adar should've probably done a rousing speech to motivate that one orc skjsnkfjg

on the other hand, durin's rousing speech was... ooookay... i was half expecting his dad to rock up/notice from all the noise and be like WTF

AH, nearly forgot to mention: the galadriel and elrond kiss. it was fine in itself, imo you get that it's a distraction, but i really disagree with the music. i think the music makes it confusing. anyway, nbd

anyway, as i said, this isn't one of my fave eps, it's hard to hold tension with long battles i guess (to me anyway). i'm starting to wonder about the stranger though lol, maybe he'll spend two whole seasons finding his stick??