#dont want to spread fuel to fire

[ludinusdaleth]

maybe a discourse ask so feel free to discard but im wondering if you had thoughts on how dm-heavy c3 is? i see people hate that the plot is so plotty and the characters dont do anything outside of it but i dont like that people blame matt about it.

im publishing this one primarily because i do agree both with the criticism but also with not blaming matt for everything, because i honestly think c3s biggest flaw is in there not really being any attempt by the players this campaign to match dm energy.

i feel like vm was plot heavy but the players always had surprises & strengths that changed fate, and m9 was mostly player driven but matt rolled easily with punches. i get if matt is too railroady for folk right now, and i dont agree with every decision hes made (maybe not the best idea for them to have teleports so early), but it would be very easy for the players to engage in ways i think honestly none of them but taliesin and sommmmeeeetimes laura do, especially early on, which kneecaps it. until the solstice almost none of them want to engage in their backstories or even their own character concept to the point that was my earliest criticism, they dont really seem interested in marquet, and while i think it's been utilized as a plot device now, almost all of the bells having follower personalities means none care to make their own decisions, and the second one of them did we had fucking shardgate, so now it's seen as somewhat bad to stray (can i just say i am foaming at the mouth begging for fellow players like taliesin that are that risky one day in any campaigns im in, that was brilliant to me). while i think it was always intended to be a crossover campaign, it does at times feel like matt is key jingling for the cast to engage at all.

this is not a hate post to the cast but i think literally since the first episodes of c3, the opinion my closest friends and i have shared is that this campaign is kinda proof that them as their specific original 8 person unit needs to shift around. they are older & busier & more tired and to be honest i think there wasnt a lot of communication about c3 and its characters at all before it happened. i think if c3 was a book it would have shaken out great but as a collaboration it is odd - i think its collaboration with new stars has been absolutely amazing, where i find the og cast lacking in many ways.

[yutas-girlfriend]

megumi x reader oneshot

you and megumi get into an argument about your safety.

warnings: nothing too nsfw, makeout, yelling

looking him dead in the eyes, without a hint of hesitation, you notice his eyes flare like a fire being fed with gasoline. his jaw clenches and he swiftly grabs your wrist urgently and begins stomping away. a look of confusion and excitement spreads accross your face as the rest of the group begins to chatter once more.

you’ve always known how to press megumis buttons. hes an easy target, practically anything can annoy him to the point of snapping, and you fed off it. you were an excellent fighter both physically and with words, and so was megumi. you fought day in and day out since your return to jujutsu tech, but this was different. this was not a normal friend fight. the only thing you didn’t enjoy arguing about was your safety. he was no saint, definitely a rule breaker, but not in a way that would jeopardize his ability to see you again. you on the other hand, were a rule breaker without many boundaries. you often found yourselves fighting about the situations you got yourself into, and the possible danger.

he dragged you into the nearest classroom and sat down on one of the few desks. it was dark, with only the sunset shining through the windows. you wanted to get this over with, it was getting late now. you begin rubbing your temples, as he exhales sharply.

“i just dont want you to get hurt. you have to understand where im coming from, don’t you?“ he says sharply, looking at your face once more.

“i never said i didn’t understand, but i’m fine. i always am. name one time i’ve been seriously hurt.” the words sting as they come out of your mouth. you already know whats coming next. he huffs, and a small sarcastic chuckle leaves him.

“name one? just one fucking time of the hundreds youve been seriously injured? are you kidding me?” he begins standing and walking towards you, stopping a few inches from your face. “i didnt see you for months because you went on that stupid mission that almost got you killed! ” he says loudly. “what about the time you decided to be a hero and go back for that woman? or the time you jumped in front of me? you are lucky to be alive.” he says pointing at you as he stares daggers into your eyes. you’re no pussy, so you stand staring back at him, not breaking eye contact for a second. he’s breathing heavily, his arms hanging loosely. your pissed, but even when the rage he fuels you with is flowing in your veins, you have to admit hes beautiful. he has a tall, slender but purely muscular frame. his jet black hair is messy but purposely, it sits softly framing his face. his bright eyes gleam in the sun light, as the bright beams bounce around the room, reflecting off the perfectly polished button on his jacket. but by far, one of his best features, were his lips. never dry, always perfectly plump and a soft pink colour, even though he bit them when he was angry, uncomfortable or nervous. you allow yourself a swift momentary glance at his lips. his breathing hitches for a moment. shit. he noticed. he looks at yours. shit. hes still breathing as if hes angry, the rage from before still sitting with you both. you continue breathing heavily and staring at each other, but the anger is slowly fading. it seems to be replaced by something else, something deeper. lust?

in the blink of an eye, he grips your face from above as he steps forwards and kisses you roughly. you grip the sides of his neck as you continue. he moves his hands slowly downward to your hips as you press yourself to his chest. you pull closer and suck his lip gently, clearly igniting something within him. you place your leg upwards towards his hip as he moves his hands to your thighs, lifting you up and onto the counter by the wall. he moves his hands to your hips and pulling you closer to him. you grab his hair in your hand, pulling his face as close as it could possibly be to your own. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull his hips against your own. he kisses you harder, and you let out a small hum at the feeling.

suddenly, he pulls his mouth from yours, a string of saliva between you. he looks drunk, eyes droopy and hair messy. he kisses you one more, but softer, much more tender this time. he holds your face in his hands and you place your own over top. he pulls away once more and rests his forehead against your own. “please be careful,” he mumbles, placing his face in the crook of your neck. your hands find his again, and you turn your head slightly so he can hear. “i’ll try,” you say quietly back.

he lets out a sigh of relief.

[mythica0]

Levity

🎂: Epic the musical

🧁: Odysseus

🍫: Hermes

Summary: Hermes decides to cause a little mischief in the most fun way he knows how.

A/N: FUCK IT IM WRITING FOR EPIC. I am obsessed with Hermes and also very lee for him. Like there is a primal need within me to be wrecked by this man. This was very fueled by my lee mood and said desire to be wrecked by Hermes. (I basically just wrote what I wanted but happening to Odysseus haha) Hope yall enjoy this very self indulgent thing I wrote! :D

Cw for some pretty intense tickles

(P.S don’t question how Hermes does stuff it’s God Magic)

Levity

Hermes was bored. He had nothing to do, and he wasn’t the type to just sit around. No, he wanted to cause chaos. He wanted to spread mischief and jokes and make someone laugh or groan or smile, or even better, all of the above.

He decided to target his great grandson, and also his friend, Odysseus.

Ody had been on a journey after the Trojan war to get home, it’s been a month or so, and they were still just sailing. Hermes decided that the captain could use a little levity, a break from the monotony of daily life.

So he flew over to the ship and snuck on, heading towards the captains quarters.

Odysseus was working on some sort of Nondescript Work. Sitting at his desk with a quill in hand.

It wasn’t fun, but it was necessary. He stayed up late into the night, gazing out at the moon and ocean outside.

He started to feel as though he was being watched. He gazed around the room, but after not seeing anything he brushed it off.

Meanwhile, Hermes was snuck in the corner and ready to begin to cause some trouble. He started by slowly and steadily raising the.. ahem.. sensitivities… of the captain.

At first it wasn’t noticeable, after all nothing was actively tickling him, so how would he know he was getting increasingly ticklish with each passing second?

But then- the motion of his clothes against his skin felt tingly. And then the air blowing past his neck made him want to scrunch up.

Eventually it got to a point where any sort of motion at all made him giggle, and at this point he knew something, or rather, someone was messing with him.

“Alrihihight who’s doing that.” He did his best not to move to much, as every motion sent waves of ticklishness through him.

Hermes flew out, showing himself.

“Hey there, Odysseus!” He giggled, smiling tauntingly.

“Ohof course it’s you, Hermes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And whatever is that supposed to mean?”

“You like to cause trouble. This seheems on brand for you. Now can you please return me to normal? I’d appreciate being able to move without laughing.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. Well, I mean, I can, I just don’t want to.”

Odysseus groaned.

“In fact, I think I’m going to take advantage of this~”

“What does that mean- HermeHEEHES!” He was cut off by his own laughter as the god flew over to him, scratching gently at his ribs.

Odysseus immediately knew this was going to suck. Hermes was barely touching him and yet he was already incapacitated by the sensation. It was so much stronger than it would’ve been normally.

“Hehermehehes cuhuhut ihit ohohout!”

“No way! This is so much fun! Dont you agree~?”

“Absohoholuhuhutely nohoHOT.” He lied between loud fits of laughter. It was so BAD and he was barely touching him! His increased sensitivity was extremely apparent, his nerves lighting up and firing rapidly at the smallest touch. But despite that- it was kinda.. fun? He couldn’t understand why, but the unbelievably ticklish feelings plaguing his nervous system felt good. It felt nice to just let go and laugh his head off, unable to do anything to stop it.

“I don’t think that’s the truth~ you seem to be having a good time to me~.”

“NohohoHo IHIM NOHOT- EEHEEHAAHA” peals of laughter echoed from him as he tried to protest, even though he didn’t really mean it.

Hermes moved up, starting to tickle the underarms of the king. This was a much worse spot for him, and his laughter became louder. He couldn’t breathe, but yet it felt so nice. He was giddy with the feeling, pounding his fists on his desk to try and expel some of the happy, ticklish energy building up within him.

“Tickle tickle tickle~ aren’t you such a ticklish little thing~ yes you are, yes you are!” Hermes teased, giggling with him.

Odysseus blushed furiously, and covered his face, but was unable to form words through his laughter. Hermes saw that he was struggling to breathe, so he lowered his ticklishness back down. Not fully to its normal levels, but enough so that he could get a good breath in.

“HErmehehehes plehehehease stohohop! I cahahant Tahahake ihihit!” Tears of joy had formed in his eyes, and he was struggling to not let them fall.

“Aww, don’t say that, I believe in you! And you better hope I’m right~, cause I don’t plan on stopping aaaanytime soon~” the trickster moved his hands to Odysseus’ tummy, squeezing gently.

“Uhughh, yohohoure a jeheherk!”

Hermes scoffed in mock offense. “Uh! You have the audacity to call a god a jerk? I come in here to provide some levity and I get called a jerk?! I cannot let that slide.”

“Yohou cahame hehere fohor ehentertahainmehent ahand yohou knohow ihit!”

“Yeah, I did. I also came here because I wanted to see some laughter, is that such a crime? And your sass is unwarranted. I’m turning your sensitivity back up-“

“Whahahait dohohont- ihihim sohorhorry!” The phrase ended in a squealing laugh as Hermes made good on his promise, turning his ticklishness up extremely.

“Are you actually sorry or are you just saying that so I’ll stop? Cause I have a feeling it’s the second one. And that’s fine- it just means I’ll have to tickle and tickle and tickle until you mean it! Doesn’t that sound like fun~”

Any protests the captain tried to make were consumed by his booming laughter, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. His nerves were on fire in the best way, every bone in his body telling him to laugh. He felt as though the tickling sensation was at his very core, going deep into his body and mind.

Floods of dopamine hit his systems, overwhelmed by the tickles. He couldn’t stop laughing, he couldn’t stop smiling, and as much as he hated to admit it, it felt amazing. It was unbearable in such a good way, shocking his nerves over and over with light, bubbly, happy feelings. Tears had long since fallen, the overwhelming happiness and laughter forming as droplets.

All the while Hermes kept teasing, his lilting voice so flustering. Hermes was also having the time of his life, seeing someone who was usually so sad and stoic broken down into heavy fits of laughter, wide smile splitting his face.

Just then the playful god had an idea for a game, he stopped for a moment, allowing Odysseus to catch his breath.

The laughter died down into smaller giggles, perpetuated by the phantom sensations left behind.

“Hey, Odysseus~ how about we play a game, hmm~?”

“Oho gohoodnehess.. hehermes plehehease, I cahahant!”

“All you have to do is laugh~ and you’re already doing great! All I’m going to do is harvest some of the delicious laughter that’s all over this farmland~” he taunted, scooping up Odysseus and plopping him on his bed on his back, and then straddling him.

“Whahahahat? EHeehAHa!” His laughter increased in intensity once more as Hermes began to pinch at his sides and ribs.

“There’s some little laughs here~ gotta get those.” He spoke playfully.

Odysseus was slightly confused, but he couldn’t bother to wonder about it, his brain turned to mush. Laughter and giggles still echoed from him.

“Ope, this one’s being a little stubborn~” Hermes lilted, pinching repeatedly at a spot he’d found was particularly bad.

“Hermehehehes, plehehehease stohohohop!”

“Nah, I’m not done yet~ don’t worry~ I’ll stop once you really need me too.” As a god who loved to tickle others(I mean, he might as well be the god of tickling too at this point.) he had a knack for knowing when someone truly couldn’t take anymore, and Odysseus had not yet reached that point. He still seemed to be enjoying himself, no true panic behind his eyes.

“Hey, there’s a really big laugh here! Let me get it!” He acted as though he was an excited farmer, harvesting his crops. But it mostly wasn’t pretend, he was, in fact, excited to be doing this. Happy to spread laughter and joy, and a little bit of chaos along the way. He dug into Odysseus belly, with the exact pressure to make it agonizingly ticklish.

Odysseus was dying, (figuratively, of course) it tickled so much, and he couldn’t do anything about it! He felt as though he was at the gates of tickle heaven, joyful tears streaming from his eyes from the force of his laughter. It was a great workout, that’s for sure, with his stomach and face sore from the effort but in a way that was sort of pleasent.

“Man, it’s just not coming out! Maybe I should try eating it right from the vine, hmm~” he knew what that meant, and he was full of a giddy anticipation, waiting for the moment that Hermes would-

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of a raspberry right in the center of his tummy, followed by gentle nibbles. Odysseus was weak with laughter, pounding his fist on the bed below him and kicking his feet.

“Om nom nom nom! Wow! This laugh is really tasty! Let me find some more!”

He continued the game, pinching and digging at various points across Odysseus’ torso, occasionally nibbling and blowing raspberries, sometimes many in rapid succession.

All of Odysseus’ thoughts were taken up by the tickles. All that he could think of was how badly it tickled, how badly it made him want - no need- to laugh. He was reduced to nothing but a massive puddle of laughter.

Eventually, Hermes noticed Odysseus was done, and hopped off him, lowering his ticklishness back to normal.

Odysseus continued to giggle, breathing heavily in between the fits.

“Ohoho myhyhy gohoodnehess…. Thahat wahas soho bahad…. Hehehehaha.”

“How ya feeling~ happy?”

Odysseus was too giggle high to think of anything but the truth. “Ye..Yeahah. Ahand tihired..”

“Oh, good~ glad to have brought some joy. How about you get some sleep, hmm? You definitely need it after that.”

“Thahat… sounds lihike a good idea.” Odysseus agreed.

“Glad you had fun, Ody~” Hermes teased, honest with the words. As he turned to leave, he heard one last sleepy, giggly phrase.

“Thahank yohou Hermehes… I needed thahat.”

The god smiled fondly. “No problem, it was a blast for me too.” And then he flew off, leaving a dazed, sleepy and giggle high Odysseus behind.

———THE END————————————————

[themindofachronicdaydreamer]

M-maybe for your beloved wife... Y-you would write a jjk fic angst n-no fluff...? 🥺🥺🥺

The Cold

angst (so sorry) plot: he is your warmth, and now he is gone. content: tw major character death (not the actual death but the effects of it on reader), grieving & mourning, hopeless/depressed reader, heartbreak, pls dont read if your sensitive to these things pls it gets kinda dark at the end so be cautiousss pls i beg ily also shoko is mothering frrrr. word count: 2.6k satoru gojo x reader note: sorry for mistakes i proofread but i always miss something. but god i cried writing this pls i am sorry in advance ilyilyily & thank you for requesting cause i have had no ideas so this sparked my writing again <333 i hope this fulfilled ur wishes but lmk if u wanted something different! love u wifey!

Satoru Gojo is many things, but if you had to describe him in one word, you would choose warm.

Physically, he is your personal heated blanket. Every night without fail, he wraps his arms around you, his body heat lulling you to the most comfortable of sleeps. Sometimes, he dozes off too, though in his mind, never for long enough, because he never wants to leave the comfort of being with you.

He is the brightest part of your day. His love for you overflows into every part of your daily routine; from little sticky notes here and there that make your face heat up and your heart feel warm, to big, romantic gestures accompanied by more roses than necessary (and then some), your boyfriend's love is warm herbal tea in the mornings that lingers on your tongue, thick, fuzzy socks adorning your feet as you dance in the kitchen together. Even when you happen to give him the cold shoulder for whatever reason, he is the sunshine on your skin, and a blazing fireplace on a harsh winter night. Your silent treatments never last long, for you feel so intensely frigid without hearing his laugh or being teased relentlessly by him, that you can barely survive without him. The heat of anger is always, always overpowered by the passionate flame of your shared love for each other.

He is your campfire; his presence gently wraps around you, warming you up after the worsts of your day. Everything he touches is blessed with love, light, and comfort. He is the Strongest Sorcerer, yes; though, the magic power everyone seems to ignore is the way his smile illuminates even the darkest day, and how his presence makes everything feel alright. Life feels normal when embraced by his arms and surrounded by his aroma, because somehow, and someway, he has that effect on you.

But, naturally, every campfire goes out eventually. Whether from being out of fuel or simply due to weather, fires always extinguish.

Your eyes can barely process the words on the letter Shoko placed gently into your hands. Your vision blurred from the combination of tears and fatigue, the note's ink melds together in your mind, nothing making sense in your scatterbrained mind. The dampness of your eyes isn't helping your case, either; fallen teardrops cause the ink to spread, losing the integrity of their meaning.

"You don't have to-" Shoko begins, but you don't let her finish.

"No. I need to," you respond in a harsher tone than you intended to have. You know you shouldn't snap at her, since she has been the one practically keeping you alive as of late. She drags you out of bed, helps you shower, feeds you, and helps you to sleep. She really is an angel to you, and as much as you hate that she does not let you wallow in your pain, you are eternally grateful for her friendship.

It has been a few months at this point since Satoru Gojo officially died; rather, it has been a few months since the light of your life dimmed into nothingness, becoming one with the void, a black hole forming where your heart once was.

It's been a few months since you've felt his warmth.

Now, hypothermia has taken over your entire body, your fingers numb, akin to your heart. The blood in your veins is icy, and the tears that you have now run out of are frozen in their place down your face.

You are so, so cold. Freezing even.

And your warmth is gone forever; it has passed on to another life, another universe, another timeline. You're not sure what happens after death, but all you know is that he is not alive anymore. And it hurts. It hurts so, so much.

Nobara and Megumi had read their letters from Gojo months ago, but something about reading his writing feels like saying your finally goodbye to him, and you refuse to believe he is really gone. In your mind, by reading his letter, you are accepting his death - which you refuse to do. Honestly, you keep thinking that maybe one today, he will walk around the corner with a confetti cannon and jump out, yelling "Surprise!" and you would run into his arms, angry at his antics and telling him he had gone too far; but you would be happy again, because your body would regain it's heat, and you would feel whole again.

But it's not going to happen. He's gone. Even Gojo, the prankster he is, would not go that far with you. He is gone, and he wrote a letter in case this happened, and you are holding it in your hands, staring at it, and trying to read it, but none of the words process in your mind. You aren't sure you can do this. His script is almost taunting you, his handwriting a solemn reminder of what you had such a short time ago.

Even with all the evidence stacked against you and regardless of what everyone has been trying to tell you ever-so-gently, you are certain that psychologists lied about the stages of grief. There must be no stages, as you cannot find a cell in your body feeling anything other than denial.

"Hey," Shoko speaks as soft as ever. She kneels down in front of you, a hand on your knee, a tender look in her eyes. "I'm here for you."

"No, Sho. I hate making you see me like this. You shouldn't be taking care of me," you ramble. You have felt so guilty for the way she has been practically your nurse even amidst all of the duties naturally dumped on to her. Even at some of her busiest workdays, she still finds a way to care for you, too.

"No, no, no. Your pain is mine as well, okay? Take some of your own and give it to me if you need to. I'll take on whatever you need me to take on," Shoko says so softly, and so gently. If not for your vision being so blurry already, you would likely have caught the wetness forming in her eyes. "I'm not losing you, too."

And her last sentence is what breaks you.

You crumble into her arms, the grief taking over you as it so often has recently. She wraps her arms around you, and you hate that you wish it wasn't her arms, but Gojo's. You hate that her comforting you doesn't do much - you feel as empty and cold as you do without them. But it is nice to have someone to lean on, and you love her with your entire being, and you owe her the world for how she has taken care of you, so you give int o her embrace and let everything out. Her palm is flat on your back, moving up and down so tenderly, it is as if one wrong move will make you shatter into even more pieces of yourself. Your cries are painful. It's not easy for Shoko to listen to them, as every wail brings with it a resurgence of pain in her own body. She knows you need this, though, so she tightens her grip on you and takes on the inner pain you're releasing while you sob onto her shoulder.

You're not sure how much time goes by, but you eventually run out of tears and have numbed yourself to the thought of existing enough that you slowly back from her arms. You look at your best friend, and her dark circles look so much worse than they do normally, and a dulled pain runs through you as you realize that was likely your doing.

"I'm sorry," you barely whisper, as you barely have any energy to say the two words.

"Please don't be sorry. Like I said, we're in this together. You're my best friend. I will always be your shoulder to cry on," she smiles as she finishes speaking, but it does not reach her eyes. You reflect her smile on your face and nod, glancing at the paper in your hands.

"I'm gonna run to the restroom, okay? Will you be good?" she begins to stand as she speaks, hesitation within her every move.

"Yeah, of course," you say and nod, reassuring her that you will be fine. Shoko looks like she wants to say something else, hesitating, before deciding against it and standing. She walks to the door without another word, only a glance back to you to make sure you're still there - that you didn't disappear or face the same fate as has happened twice now to those she loved.

You return to the letter, your sweaty palms grip onto the white sheet in between them, a slight tremor to them signaling your anxieties. In a moment of clarity, you decide that you must read it - avoiding this will solve nothing. You need to read it.

So you do:

To the light of my life,

If you are reading this, then I am so, so sorry, love.

Please don't be mad at me. Everything I do is with you in mind - to protect you, to create a world safe for you to live in, to ensure you live a happy life, etc. Please know that. I know I can be impulsive and make rash decisions, but I make them with reason. And sadly, sometimes that means I have to make sacrifices, and I guess this time I had to make a pretty big one.

I know that you are hurting, and I hate myself for being the reason behind your pain. But you are so strong (Even stronger than me, honestly! I mean, you are still alive... sooo...) and I know you will get through this. For me, somewhat. But mainly for you.

I love you and I believe in you. The pain may be excruciating right now, but I promise you will be okay. We will meet again. I am certain of that. Please don't hold yourself back because of me. You deserve love and happiness, and I would kick myself in the afterlife if I was the reason you stopped yourself from getting that.

Don't forget me! Though, who am I kidding? Who would? >_<

Thank you for being my reason to keep going.

With all of the love in the universe, Your Toru P.S. Here is a reminder I love you for every day I won't be there but you will (and some extra!)

At the end of his letter, Satoru left a little doodle of you and him (him with kissy-lips), a big heart around the two of you, and the words "I love you!" written a million times around your figures.

As you take the contents of your letter in, wish so much that this letter could make you feel better, or make anything hurt less. But it doesn't. Honestly, it makes you angrier. How can he expect you to be okay? How can he even think that you will be okay without him?

Your arms wrap around your torso, the hoodie covering your figure still faintly smelling like Gojo. He haunts you - not just his scent, but his presence is everywhere. From the vending machines you two would contemplate almost daily which snack to get from it to his side of the best you sleep on every night, he is everywhere. His aura, his ghost, whatever it is. He is always there in the back of your mind.

Whatever closure Gojo wanted you to find after reading that didn't work, and you're not sure if you wish it did or not. How can he even consider you finding love or happiness in a world that does not have him in it? How are you supposed to fight curses from now on if you yourself were cursed with the agonizing pain of having lost true love? There is no you without him; and now that he is gone, a piece of your soul gone missing, there is only the shell of you that functions as barely even a human being. How could he do this to you? How dare he leave you behind like this?

The door to Shoko's office opens and signals her return, but your mind is too congested with your anger that you don't even acknowledge it. The same cycle of questions ruminate in your mind, echoing through the crevices of your mind that are slowly starting to lose a grip on the memory of him.

How could you forget him? His cheeky smiles when the two of you woke up bundled together in the morning are beginning to fade, along with the feeling of his hand in yours. How dare your mind betray you like this - how dare it act as if he was something forgettable.

Though, even though some memories are hazy, you will never, ever forget the way his love feels in your heart, as now it is gone, and it has left you unable to exist without it.

"Everything okay?" Shoko questions with slight apprehension, noticing a shift in the energy of the room.

"No. But it's fine. I'm fine," you answer, and you strain a small smile for her. "I think I am going to take a walk."

"Oh. Okay. Are you sure? Do you want me to go with?" Shoko seems rather confused as she responds - or maybe it's concern. As much as she trusts you, worry floods her mind at the thought of something happening to you. But you're an adult. She can't baby you.

"Yeah. Just need some fresh air," you respond and you grab your jacket, avoiding eye contact with the doctor, and rush out of her room before she can say anything else.

Once you are outside, the air is frigid, but you can't tell a difference between the temperature of it and you. Your body, your heart, your skin, your soul - they are all frozen in the absence of the one that that warmed them, and you fear they will never thaw for as long as you live.

A bench comes up as you round a corner, and you sit on it, allowing yourself to ruminate on the last words Gojo had for you.

And then, you yell. At the top of your lungs, you yell. Scream. Howl. Until your lungs run out of oxygen, you holler into the forest you sit at the edge of. When your throat feels raw, you continue your song of anger, gusts of wind humming along to your tune. His ghost still remains everywhere around you - you swear you can almost hear his voice in the wind's music.

As the wind blows, it takes your anger with it and leaves you again as a hollowed version of yourself: Empty and alone. The wind grieves with you, enwrapping you in a hum that is almost numbing the pain - an impossible feat, to be honest, because nothing will ever be strong enough to numb the pain you feel right now.

How will you live without your lifeline? How can he expect you to do that?

As you close your eyes and listen to the breeze, you find yourself fearing you will spend the rest of your life cold as ice, as now there is no fire to warm your hands, and there is no Gojo to warm your heart.

His fire has been extinguished, the newfound cold now fully embracing your soul. And maybe he is singing to you in the wind, but it will never be enough to regain your warmth.

sorry guys this got darker than i originally planned but i hope you enjoyed it as much as you could <3 I haven't written angst yet so i'm sorry this isn't the best, but i hope you enjoyed it anyway! love love love you, make sure you're taking care of yourself !!!

[kiwibongos]

i dont really infodump in general at all but im doing it cus i need some ideas off my chest. do you freak with angst? perhaps an unhappy ending?

// sdr2 chapter 5+ending spoilers ig. also kuzuhina au baybee

so i had an idea of like. what if nagito DID actually bomb the island, taking everyone out alongside himself?

so when nagito finds out that he alongside all the other participants (aside from chiaki) are remnants of despair he just wants to end everything for good bc he doesnt think the ones he called "symbols of hope" deserved to live. so bombs are spread all around the islands forreal this time, and hes still just as vague and ominous, never really specified how many bombs there were, what island it was on, and left it up to the survivors to try and figure it out. so they'd all been searching for days, but to no avail, and at the very last moment when fuyuhiko finds them at the military base (nagito had just freshly died + placed them on the truck), he drags the others there to check it out. once nagito's video message to them ends, the bombs go off alongside a chain of other explosions across every island. the remaining survivors ran out of the factory, barely on time, and everything started crumbling around them, and all the others were downed one by one, crushed underneath falling structures with no time to be saved

but somehow haj and fuyu survived (who were farther away and had more time to react), the others dying right in front of their own eyes. but they ran away, retreating to the warehouse immediately. and hajime just takes a minute to crumble in fuyuhikos arms wishing he couldve saved them. until they hear music echoing in the warehouse. they walk down, and past a curtain, they find nagitos body with a spear through his head. (the fire/poison didnt go off btw, it wasnt really necessary in his plan.)

im sure u can imagine hajime was fucking raging at that point just breaking down and stressing out, how mad he was at nagito for running away like this and inflicting all this pain onto everyone, and monokuma let him do it since yknow, technically he couldnt punish him for a crime he hadnt committed yet, and all this happened in a matter of minutes. but fuyuhiko snaps him out of his panic for a second and knocks something through hajimes head, and the realization hits; it’s just them now. they’re the only ones left

and neither of them know what to do

but their first thought was to get out of this factory as fast as possible, so thats the first thing they do, navigating through the fire and leaving the entire fifth island, and hope that maybe they can find a way out of here, or ask monokuma or monomi for help (since the island is in shambles, they must have to let them go right?), so they wander around, hoping maybe then something would happen, but there wasn't any sight of monokuma or monomi. the fire kept on spreading, the smoke was getting worse, so fuyuhiko and hajime eventually retreat back at the military base (one of the few places untouched by the bombs) so they could catch their breath, collect their thoughts, and make a plan (or hopefully monokuma would come to them, if they stay in one place.)

they just kinda sit inside of a garage for a while, talk a little and comfort eachother through it, hajime is crushed by guilt and horror, but he realizes they wont accomplish anything just by sitting here. and if he couldnt save the others, he can save him and fuyuhiko. so haj leaves fuyuhiko in the garage with determination to think of something to get them off this island somehow. he looks for ways of escape, like the helicopter outside, but no fuel. he looks for materials or tools for a boat, but the island had been extremely lacking in that, everything was either burned or missing by now, so even their most plausible idea was destroyed. when hajime returns to the garage in a panic, pacing around, fuyuhiko realizes they arent getting off this island. they cant wait here forever. but hes known this for a while, and he knows what he has to do now

eventually, he hands hajime a pistol(acquired from the truck of firearms outside), and asks him to kill him so it could finally be over

obviously hajime refuses at first, but fuyuhiko begs him, because he isn’t a good person and he doesn’t have much else to live for, while hajime has singlehandedly saved everyones asses, he deserved to escape more than anyone else here, he basically tells him 'its time you take care of yourself.' by now, hajime was crying, but they’ve been at this dead end for so long, he knew he had to do it or else they’d never be getting off this island. so hajime just had to accept it, so he just holds him close, says his final goodbyes before making it quick for him

pulling that trigger hurt him more than anything, knowing he'd failed to the end, but anyway boom monokuma comes out congratulating him, ends the simulation, and hajime is the winner

also postgame babey; when things end here, hajime would wake up from the simulation, and since he never got to choose his own future alongside everyone else, he wakes up as izuru kamukura, inside the abandoned pod room. he's not entirely empty i think, izuru and hajime still would have "merged" afterwards, but his memories of the simulation are very fuzzy very quickly, so hajime is somewhere in there, mourning, justi n the deepest parts of his mind. but thats a whole thing to get into. the survivors, fuyuhiko, and everything that happened, are just kind of like a vague nightmare that sticks with you no matter how much you try to forget it

but he just leaves the pod room, and lurks around the city without any other purpose to serve anymore, all alone. the future foundation hasnt found him since

edit: side note i was really back and forth on it for a while but i finally wrote this into a fic lol. the brainrot consumes

[bioethicists]

hi i hope you dont mind this question. i assume because you are anti psych/mad liberation (me too) you probably also get the pro psych reaction of "thats dangerous" and "its not all like that" and the accusation that acknowledging the fact that psychiatric and therapy "care" is so bad will make people quit that care and they will inevitably get worse and it'll be your fault? im an anti psych blogger and this really messes me up because my whole thing is that i DONT want mentally ill ppl to suffer, and thats the whole reason i AM anti psych. and i am afraid ppl will somehow be harmed by me telling the truth or making (evil!) generalizations about psych professionals, etc.

to me it seems incredibly reactionary, usually comes with a moral panic flavor, and is chock full of victim blaming cliches. it seems to me that it hinges on the fear and threat of 1. a Crazy person rejecting treatment and 2. a Crazy person rejecting authority, so again, it seems to be based mostly in stigma. and yet it does seem true and possible that ppl will be influenced in ways that turn out poorly and i dont want that to happen either. and yet again, framing it like "dont tell ppl what health care to pursue" is a misnomer since psych care is simply about social control... and that facade of health care just protects them from criticism in a bad faith way cause it makes you look anti vax adjacent and telling ppl not to see doctors. im not really interested in telling ppl what to do when it comes to accessing psych care, but my general analysis is that: is refusing psych care possibly dangerous? yes. is getting psych care also possibly dangerous? yes.

anyway the main question is if/how you deal with this. both intellectually and emotionally. cause i think its possibly the hardest part of sharing anti psych views in public. it makes me feel guilty and afraid. and i think making splicing disclaimers sucks and is stupid. so idk. thanks for reading.

first of all, i absolutely do experience this + it used to piss me off more than it does now but now it mostly makes me sad. i think you summed it up so well when you said that both refusing + seeking psych care can be dangerous.

part of it is that, the deeper i root into my belief in bodily autonomy, the more i stop punishing myself if someone takes a good faith, well-phrased assertion i've made + spins that into something harmful which i never said or intended. i am very deliberate to only spread information that pushes for expanding + critiquing methods of healing, stressing that my goal is to free people from suffering, not compound it.

i know that some people who are struggling with paranoia or self-destructive impulses read mad liberation talking points (often finding their ways to the more conspiracy fueled or recklessly phrased ones) + respond in ways that end up harming them, like cold-turkey going off antipsychotics or firing their entire treatment teams to take sketchy supplements. it does make me very sad that this happens, because like you said, i want these people to be happy + not suffer.

however, i rarely see comparable conversation about how people take the logics of the psych system and use THOSE to harm themselves. many people with similar traits to those who do what you are describing are just as likely to use the logics of psychiatry to punish themselves or distance themselves from others. they use 'coping mechanisms' punitively by becoming obsessed with 'clean' eating/dieting, organization/academics, being the Perfect Patient. they tell others + themselves that they are neurologically incapable of love or healthy relationships or pleasure. they isolate themselves because they believe they are fundamentally toxic or abusive. they dismiss their emotions as "just symptoms" + actively chastise themselves or try to train themselves out of experiencing any anger towards others or even any negative emotions at all. they admit themselves to psych wards frequently not out of a reasonable concern that they will hurt themselves or others but because they believe they belong in a psych ward any time they are experiencing symptoms. the list goes on.

all of that being said, i do experience genuine concern that people might read what i write + because of self-hatred or intense paranoia, read some sort of mandate or advice that isn't there + end up in more pain. because this exact thing also happens with psychiatry, which the naysayers you describe above are not concerned with, i don't think they're actually worried about hurting people. they are worried about Crazy people Not Getting Help. it comes from a place of paternalism + fear.

another, more positive aspect of it is that i do genuinely believe that many people are not being helped by their treatment teams but think they Have To be in therapy or in a hospital or on meds despite them not helping because that's What You Do. so they have been sitting around waiting for five years of therapy or their seventh ssri to start doing something meaningful. some of them just needed to hear: you don't have to do this; it might not be the right thing for you. i actually think these people are really well-served by hearing about anti-psych/mad lib stuff + them quitting therapy/meds/treatment ends up allowing them to look for other pathways for dealing with emotional suffering.

ultimately, i think mad liberation that focuses on true autonomy + total liberation of all peoples provides a clearer path forward for people to return from these places of intense paranoia or self destruction. i think we are all so used to being deprived of autonomy that, when we first get it back, we often stumble with it or try to provoke someone into taking it away from us. that is just going to continue to happen if we respond to it by making autonomy conditional. a LOT of us feel like we're not allowed to heal if it's not a moral mandate, so hearing that it isn't feels like nobody cares. we have to find new ways of showing that we care which don't involve exerting power over others.

[sophieinwonderland]

About The Post tm. My anxiety is through the roof and it doesnt get to me easily.

Let me ask you this: you're pro-endo and everything fine. Since when did anyone ask you to invade the anti-endo tags. I really thought you were better than shitty tit 4 tat? Like seriously do you think paranoia and hate brigading is the best way to go? Why can't we co-exist and live our separate lives? This whole drama really poorly reflects on us, all of us that do support this community. You gave us a bad name and if they weren't mocking us before they are now. I normally keep quiet but there's something about this trainwreck i wanted to at least try and sway. Even if it was just a tactic, you are a deplorable human being who breeds hate just as much as the anti-endos. Can you not just accept sometimes we dont have to pick a fight with people just because they see things differently that we can let them have their opinion and respect them nonetheless because respect demands respect even if we all have our differences? So much for being a safe space i guarantee a lot of people are shaken by all of this. I hope this blog blows up to pieces and you get off the internet to re-evaluate yourself and your values/what you stand for. Surely, you don't condone anyone else who does this do you? I know how badly you'll misconstrue this, double down on everything but i've had my say and defend yourself all you want but at least in my eyes, you're losing. And no one will support hating on the haters, that only adds fuel to the fire, a very vicious fire.

Sincerely - a thoughtform/t*lpa

Why can't we co-exist and live our separate lives?

Because we can't.

Because anti-endos will continue to spread hate about us wherever we go. If you only are plural in exclusively plural spaces, then that's great. You can carry around an extensive blocklist on Tumblr and keep adding to it every time a new anti-endo starts invading our spaces and curate your experience.

But anywhere you seek to be openly plural outside of that is going to be courting hate for what you are.

And the anti-endos aren't just taking issue with us being on this site. I've seen them venting about friends at school being endogenic, I've seen them complaining about their own sibling being pro-endo, I've seen them trying to push us out of fandoms. Even actively trying to get endogenic systems banned from those spaces.

Even Alterhuman spaces, when Alterhumanity is inherently pro-endo and the coiner hates sysmeds.

And don't you ever think about getting famous while endogenic or pro-endo, because we all watched what these horrible people did to Aimkid. We watched the harassment they carried out on somebody just for daring to be a diagnosed DID system who didn't hate us.

Should we all just be content with the fact that the only lives we're allowed are ones where we can only be plural in our own homes or in explicitly plural space of the internet (before the anti-endos invade those) because anti-endos will come after us literally any other place?(This isn't accounting for general pluralphobes either, but Aimkid's harassment was mostly carried out by anti-endos.)

I don't believe we can co-exist with people who despise our existence.

Anyway, I've never claimed my blog is a safe space. Some people see it as such and that's great for them. But this is a syscourse blog that is pretty aggressive and often screenshots posts that can be triggering in order to respond to them.

[protectingtulpas]

hey so honestly, im a questioning singlet. ik i have some type of dissociative disorder. however, no headmates! or atleast not that i know. i dont know if i want to use the term tulpa/tulpamancy because im not educated too much on it and ive heard it has ethnic ties to it(?)

i was just wondering, how would you go about starting a willogenic system? creating alters? how does one do that?

Hey anon, you should probably check out the links and resources on my pinned post, because a lot of the stuff you're asking is pretty basic. There're lots of beginner guides, HIGHLY recommend the Tulpanomicon linked there! The only thing I'll warn is that like, you gotta know your own dissociation and how it operates. Your tulpa will probably be able to tap into that stuff, but you don't wanna pass any unhealthy coping mechanisms onto them.

As for the cultural stuff, basically the word "tulpa" has an etymological root in Tibetan Buddhism, an open religion, but they're almost entirely different in every way INCLUDING name as far as I know. Sysmeds tried to manipulate us by claiming a bunch of nasty wrong things about Buddhists and spread lies about it being a closed religion, but it literally makes no sense in the first place. Modern tulpamancy practice has no inherent connection to spirituality at all. Silly, right? Basically don't give the antis fuel for their whiny performative purity culture gas fire. It's one'a those fires where if you try to put water on it, it burns hotter. It's so fuckin' not worth it, just gotta let it burn out. Just use whatever terminology u want for u. (again, if ya want more info, sources in the pinned post)

[speedyartist30]

The man in the lightning pt4

Jay pov

Jay didn’t want to admit it but this fight was  not in his favor.He was bloody and bruised and could slowly start feeling the effects of blood loss from the cuts the monster inflicted on him. Blocking another punch with his arm he felt a terribly sharp pain ripping into his side. Flipping backwards to avoid another attack, Jay lands in a crouch and firmly presses his hand over the wound. Suddenly red and blue lights shined in his peripheral…

The sound of screeching tires rang in the air as the police surrounded them. They blocked off the people who came to watch and trained their guns at him and the monster.

Random cop:“DONT MOVE OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE! SHOW YOUR HANDS!!!”

*Sh*t…This is bad.*

Jay knew the situation looked bad for him, he’s covered in blood and surrounded by lightning, he definitely looked dangerous and the 15ft creature beside him wasn’t helping. He could tell the officers where trying to put on a brave front for the increasingly growing crowd behind them but he can tell they were scared.He doesn’t blame them either, but he knows how easily fear can clouds someone’s judgment.

Breathing through the pain Jay slowly stood up and concealed his lightning to hopefully gain some type of peace with the police and hope he could make himself look less threatening.

Random cop: “STAY DOWN!!!”

Not taking his eyes off the monster Jay called out behind him but just loud enough for the cops to hear him and not the crowd.

”If I do it’s going to kill everyone here.”

The monster was staring right at him as it’s magenta lightning grew brighter. The police see this as a threat so they open fire…

Bullets ricocheted off the monsters body causing the monster to lose it’s already out of control temper. Slamming its claws on the pavement it charges at the cops.It grabs the police cars and throws it at them as Officers are being cut, thrown, stepped on and viciously attacked by the monster.

Running toward the monster to bring its attention back on him Jay yells at the cops to stop shooting but clouded by fear the officers kept firing.

Jay jumps on the monsters back and puts it in a head lock to buy the police time to get away and to help those who got injured. He felt the creature reaching for him but it missed and scratched his shoulder.Tighting his Grip Jay sends a burst of electricity into the monster, causing it to screech and shake. As it tried to knock him off it in runs into a building. The building was on fire and it was mostly likely from the police car crashing through.

The heat was intense as it quickly started to spread up the walls. Jay didn’t let go as he but he suddenly felt an iron grip wrapping around his neck. The nails of his captor digged into his skin and his airway started to quickly close on him. It felt like his power was being drained from him as Magenta sparks circled around his body. The monster pulls off his mask as it’s thumb nicked Jays face.

“MY LIGHT!!!MYLIGHTMYLIGHT MYLIGHTMYLIGHT!!!!!”

Jay felt his power slipping out of his control as it grew hotter. His eyes water from the lack of air but his power fought to protect him. Feeling a burning shock run through him he screams and his lightning grew brighter…

Suddenly he felt himself get dropped onto the floor and something hard landing on his ankle, but the pressure around his neck disappears. Looking over his shoulder Jay noticed the creatures skin going from purple to a bright orange as it body began to jerk around and twitch as the fire spread across the ceiling. Pushing himself up to his feet Jay decided to take a gamble. While the monster was still ignoring him he quietly went to the tipped over car and he pulled the fuel lines until it snapped causing to gas start dripping on the floor. The fire hasn’t reached the car yet so it wasn’t going to explode,Jay had gain control over the situation. Getting into his stance  golden lightning emerged from his hands and legs, Jay felt a buzzing power surge through him

“I’m not done with you yet..”

Cringing at the first step when his ankle almost  gives out on him, he narrowed his eyes on his target and in a burst of power Jay kicks the monster in the stomach while sending burst of electricity inside of it. The monster grows brighter but Jay kept attacking as he slowly pushes the creature back towards the car. When the monster fell on the puddle of gasoline, Jay took his shot and with a snap of his fingers a spark shoots from his hand and flys toward the monster. Knowing he had a few seconds left before his power connected Jay runs out the hole the monster created earlier as a explosion lights up the sky.

Jay watched the burning building, he anxiously waited for the monster to get back up again but to his relief it didn’t appear.

Crouching down to rest he hears a clicking sound and multiple people talking at once. Due to the smoke Jay couldn’t really see anything but red and blue lights and some smaller white lights. Rubbing blood away from his face  Jay froze when he didn’t feel his mask.

Right…it took it off my face….uhhhhh can this night get any worse.

Not wanting to risk being seen Jay takes a few smokes bombs out his pouch and throws them in the direction of the lights to thicken the smoke. After hearing startled shouting he rushed down the street while concealing his power. Reaching the roof of the building where everything went down, Jay picked up his backpack and slings it over his shoulder, he flinched when one of the straps fell onto a deep cut on his shoulder.

Watching a few fire trucks rushing by, Jay backs away from the edge and gently lowers himself down to the ground as gold eyes fade back to green. Subconsciously rubbing a hand in his hair Jay took a moment to calm down, he still felt on edge after the fight but he also felt very drained. He took note that he doesn’t have any serious injuries just some bad cuts and bruises.

I need to find another hotel…no…the fight destroyed a few buildings.If those buildings are homes then people are definitely going for the hotels.Maybe I can…no people will start asking questions…I need to go…somewhere

Not really seeing any more options without putting himself at risk,Jay picks a direction and starts running out of the city. Away from all the noise and chaos. But as he ran he noticed it becoming more difficult to see and keep balance as he traveled through a quiet neighborhood. Coming to a stop, Jay accidentally drops his backpack off the roof he was standing on. Looking down for his backpack his vision swam. Feeling his power activate on its own as an attempt to protect him, Jay falls off the roof.He unconscious before he even it hit the ground…

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[spilltheteawithme]

You have never met Annabelle you post lies and spread rumors and it is catching up to you after recent posts. You post today about meeting her and slandering her is further fuel to the fire. You should have listened to the anon earlier JK Rowling can afford to lose and her family already know her stupid views. Yours will find out soon enough

I've shared this from the beginning, it's not new for your gotcha book. I take part in a conversation and I'm not the only one with my tiny following, there are plenty of people discussing PR or not and even just silly stuff she does or posts. I'm hardly the only person. Spread rumors, where? I never posted or shared the accusations against her, simply said I dont want anyone to feel as though I would take anyone's side, as I shared the posts, user names, etc with her lawyers & publicists to deal with themselves! Again, JK Rowling has a larger following and influence as she did what she did and I have in no way affected AW or her career with my point of view and sharing asks with Anons opinions to my less than 60 followers compared to everyone else's hundreds or a celebrities millions. Firstly, I would be contacted to cease and desist and honestly, happy to leave you in your little bubbles since you clearly dont know how to ignore things that you disagree with.

[rubywolf0201]

i dont really know who you are but i saw a bunch of posts from you about defending elise (at least someone cares about her she was just doing her best) and then the smooch scene shenanigans

i see as if she was doing magical chaos emerald cpr shes clearly breathing some life back into him with the power of the chaos emeralds

there's nothing sexual about it (and even if she did smooch sonic while he was alive and for non saving his life purposes hes not just an animal hes a person who happens to be a hedgehog who can consent to smooches if he wants. he is not a helpless animal that cant protect himself he is an intelligent sapient hedgehog that can say no if he wants

anyways yeah glad to see people that don't hate elise

Why thank you, it’s been an honor! And yes Elise is not the sex deprived degenerate fandumb loves to portray.

Not helping that the people running the ST social media account and even SEGA & ST themselves even poured more fuel to the hatedom's fire by throwing jabs at her and acting she’s the worst character to exist in Sonic media.

But yes, we need to spread more love to Elise! 👑🧡

[strykingback]

Adding onto this especially with how I mentioned Armored Core 6 stating: No You Aint towards RWBY and its show of "The horrors of what corporations can do"

Oh and before I continue

Spoilers ahead for Both Armored Core 6 !!

In Rubicon 3 there is a very valuable resource upon that planet called Coral. Which is used a new fuel source and used for research and devleopment for new technological advancements. Right off the GODDAMN BAT that is a reference to corporations that rely on fuel sources for money like oil, coal, or natural gases. However on the other side of it are people who seek to study about say like a new element of some sort.

However, all was well until the Fires of Ibis. Laymans terms here. The Coral literally went Nuclear and wiped out life on Rubicon 3 and those who survived were only called Cinders. Ha, get it. Cinder and Cinders... okay back to what I was talking about. But this leads to a one century wait until the coral is finally returning and every corporations wants a piece of that coral.

This leads into the Coral Wars where corporations just dont give a flying damn about whose side your on and what you stand for. If you are in the way of getting their coral, then you deserve nothing more than getting your teeth kicked in. But here comes the kicker.... the Coral is basically FUCKING SENTIENT. yeah.. imagine using a sentient energy source as fuel...

Anyways it leads into the main character Raven an independent mercenary taking on jobs from the highest bidder while working with two major companies you'll be meeting the most being Arquebus and Balam. And Ayre a Rubiconian who initiated contact with Raven and became symbiotically attached to them. With everyone on all sides having their own Armored Cores to fight against each other and even leading to them having their own chats with 621 (Raven) or insulting them per boss dialogue.

Yet there is also the Planetary Closure Administration wants the war to come to an end... but the Corporations dont want it to end so long as Coral Exists and for any RWBY stan about hop onto this. There is the RLF the Rubicon Liberation Force where they take the fight to the PCA, Arquebus, and Balam! Talk about having more stones than the White Fang.

But when you begin to near the final chapters of the game you have to make HUGE decision. Due to Arquebus meddling and even having you eliminate Balam's Redguns, and them finding a HUGE Coral mining siphon....and with Carla activating the floating ship Xylem in order to stop the Coral from spreading as both her and Walter were survivors of the first Fires of Ibis as they both agree if Coral were to appear once again they would have to burn it..... by doing A SECOND FIRES OF IBIS.

So what do you wanna do? Choice A: Burn the Coral Choice B: Stand Up For What Is Right And Find Another Way for Humanity and Coral to co-exist (Remember Coral is SENTIENT)

If you chose Choice A. Congratulations player. You got the bad ending. Not only does your choice lead to a final boss battle between you and your partner Ayre. it leads to a terrifying ending where the Coral is burned and You LITERALLY caused a mass genocide where even the companies are not safe from this as they even lose a MASSIVE amount of their forces as well as lots of riches and stuff...

This causes them to back off and join hands with the PCA to declare that Rubicon 3 is a dead planet.... so yeah.. you basically genocided a whole planet plus anything surrounding Rubicon 3 ......all for the worries of a man who had to witness the Fires of Ibis and worried about it going nuclear again.

If you chose Choice B. My friend, You have chosen the Good Ending. because in this ending, you literally need all the help you can get against Arquebus, since they're the only company standing in your way at this point. What better than to look towards for help is the RLF. And what was the rallying cry to get them to help? Ayre said it best.

"Beyond Scorched Skies, Raven Fights On"

RWBY EAT YOUR FUCKING HEART OUT. Because Armored Core used a HUGE plot device that is JUST perfect for this ending THIS IS HOW YOU USE A RESISTANCE FORCE. Not only does it cause everyone around ALL of Rubicon to stand up and fight against the corporations the first one to respond is your buddy that comes in during Operation Wallclimber.

Sadly, the final boss for this ending is Walter. So you are basically fighting your mentor as well.. as it is VERY depressing....even the music doesnt make it easy. Remember how I talked about Arquebus.. yeah in one of the missions they capture both Raven and Walter for reeducation and while we end up escaping Walter gets reeducated and is forced to fight Raven. Thankfully, you put Walter out of his misery and fly off into the sunset mission complete as the Xylem crashes leaving Rubicon to decide their own fate for themselves. As it is possible that Arquebus is pushed out of Rubicon along with the PCA leaving Rubicon a free and independent planet.

Armored Core 6 had shown the horrors of what corporations can do..

But Hey thats Just a Theory A Game Theory!!!

RWBY: We did a much better job showing the horrors of what corportations did in Remnant.

Armored Core 6:

[peakyblindersxx]

come home with me - finn shelby x reader

a/n: you have @michaelgreys to thank for this one (& the gif!!! check her out she's amazing). s5 finn cause god damn!!1 i honestly dont have much to say about this one other than it's definitely self indulgent and not even god can help me at this point. i'm working on p4 to whiskey buisness rn as well as some requests, thank you for all the sweet comments!!

love, abi xxx

my masterlist

prompt: finn hates you so much he might want to fuck you.

warnings: nsfw!! smut, pretty fluffy cause he's baby 🥺

Working for the Shelby Company wasn’t difficult, except for one thing: Finn Shelby. You were one of the many secretaries, in charge of conveying messages, filing papers, and many other important things, such as making sure the glass decanter of whiskey sitting on the bar cart in Tommy’s office was never empty. It wasn’t a very taxing job, but Finn went out of his way to get under your skin in every way he could. Maybe it was the fact that you wouldn’t back down, having a quick retort to anything close to disrespectful that he said to you. The other brothers never said a thing to intervene, Arthur even telling you he was glad you had a backbone.

“Finn’s a cocky thing, eh? Too cocky for his own good. A girl like you’ll put ‘im in his place,” he had slurred, while you collected the letters he’d asked you to mail.

“Dunno, Mr. Shelby,” you’d mused. “Seems like he’s got some sort of problem with me.”

“Don’t even bother with that, he’s just an arrogant fuck. Probably got some sort of crush on you an’ is too shy to do shit about it. You know, first time he fucked a whore, he said sorry,” Arthur grunted. You’d chalked up his admissions to the half empty bottle of whiskey that he was clutching and the light dusting of snow on his right nostril. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if the looks Finn shot your way, though seemingly out of irritation, meant something more. You couldn’t lie, you’d thought about what it’d be like to feel the youngest Shelby brother’s bow-shaped lips on your neck, his hands on your waist. It couldn’t be true, you resolved; Arthur was just wasted and you were delusional.

Monday came, and Tommy had asked you to work in the betting shop for the next few weeks. “Make sure Finn’s not fucking up,” he had grunted, taking a long drag of his cigarette, clear blue eyes barely leaving the stacks of paper that littered his massive desk. Of course you’d agreed, but you were nervous. Something about it made your heart beat faster in your chest. You took a shot of whiskey before you left, hoping the dark liquor would help calm your nerves. Isaiah insisted on accompanying you, telling you there were too many people that didn’t like them around there and to make sure someone was always with you for the next few weeks. You were grateful for his presence, the jokes he cracked easing your mind as the two of you walked briskly along the cobblestone streets. It didn’t take long to get there, Isaiah holding the door open for you as the warm air inside the betting office washed over you. Finn turned to see who it was, a scowl tugging at the edges of his mouth once he saw you.

“Why the fuck is she here,” he drawled, sitting at his desk with his feet up, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingertips. As much as you hated to admit it, he looked fucking good, hair neatly combed back, smelling of expensive cologne in a pressed navy blue suit. He was tall, legs stretching across the desk as he sent a glare in your direction, you rolling your eyes in response.

“Tommy said,” Isaiah interjected, sensing the tension in the air. “He said you said you needed more help, or somethin’.”

“Fuckin’ christ,” Finn mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the crystal ashtray that sat on his desk, standing to grab a stack of books from one of the shelves behind him.

“Jesus, it’s like I’m the fucking plauge or something,” you retorted, Isaiah stifling his chuckle as he looked anywhere but at the two of you. Finn ignored you, instead setting the pile of books on his desk.

“Come look at this, before I change my mind,” he said, instead. You obliged, walking behind his desk to see what he was gesturing to as Isaiah excused himself, something about “gettin’ fucking plastered, mate!” Finn was easily a head taller than you, so he practically towered over you, engulfing you in a cloud of his intoxicating cologne as you stood so close to him that you could practically feel the heat emanating from his body.

“So, these are the bets, and those are the outcomes,” he explained, arm brushing against your body slightly as he pointed to the different columns written out in the log. To your chagrin, your skin prickled in response, your body unable to control itself. Yet, you pushed it down, not wanting to give Finn the satisfaction of knowing that you wanted him. God knows he’d hold it against you forever. What he was explaining was simple enough, and you were able to grasp it fairly quickly. He was all business, handing you the logs he needed you to double check, as you sank into the desk adjacent to his, pouring over the books and coming to him to confirm small corrections.

However, after a couple of drinks of whiskey (some of which you admittedly consumed), Finn started talking. Small things, like how irritating Tommy was or how much they��d made off a certain horse. He’d never opened up to you like this; it was always a snide remark that usually set off an argument, since the two of you were fairly hot-headed. This time, it was different. Finn was still looking at you, but with slightly rosy cheeks and a smile threatening to spread across his face every time you made a witty remark. This time, you liked the way he was looking at you.

***

Two thirds of a bottle later, you were both on the floor in front of the fire, laughing at something Finn had said. Admittedly, he had said it just to see you laugh. He liked when you laughed, he realized. It was much better than the irritated look on your face that he usually saw. In all honesty, it was probably his fault, he thought to himself. Maybe it was the whiskey talking, but he really wanted to see you smile for the rest of his life. You sat next to him, shoulders brushing as the two of you talked, your jacket long abandoned, revealing the flimsy straps of the black lace dress. You looked so fucking pretty, he couldn’t help himself.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that, right? Always wondered why you hung ‘round us lot, bunch of mean fuckers.” The words fell out of his mouth, hovering in the air between the two of you. You stared at him, slightly taken aback, but the liquor was doing the talking for both of you, it seemed.

“Look who’s fucking talking. Half the girls in Brum would gladly fuck you, even just for a night.”

Finn paused, lighting a cigarette and offering you a drag.“What about you?”

You accepted, taking a puff before passing it back. “What about me?”

He cracked a grin. “Would you fuck me?”

His bluntness took you aback, but you were too far gone to think properly. “Maybe,” you admitted, a coy smile playing at your lips. Finn’s eyes darkened, closing the distance between the two of you until his body was almost touching yours, the tension between you crackling like the fire just a few feet away.

“What about now?” he muttered, lips brushing ever so slightly against your neck, causing you to shiver. He noticed, his hands finding the curve of your hips, searing through your dress. You couldn’t help but tilt your neck back slightly, a gasp leaving your lips as Finn pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your skin.

“Finn,” you moaned quietly, the smile on his lips growing wider as his hands fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingertips sliding underneath to grip lightly at the soft skin of your thighs. “Fuckin’ do something already, christ.”

Finn grinned. “Always got a fuckin’ mouth on you, eh? You’re lucky I find that attractive,” he teased. You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, his fingers found your silk panties, pushing them to the side to rub lightly against your clit, causing you to jolt in pleasure. You were already wet, to Finn’s satisfaction, and he had no trouble pushing a finger inside of you. The moans that were leaving your mouth were sinful, and he savored each one, watching the way you squirmed when he added another, curling them inside of you.

“Look so goddamn pretty, stuffed full of my fingers,” he crooned, sending your eyes rolling back in your head, eyelashes fluttering.

“Finn, please,” you whined, his nimble fingers deftly unzipping your dress and sliding it off, leaving you in your black silk bra and panties. Finn paused, taking a second to drink you in before pressing his lips to yours. They were softer than you could have imagined, hands gripping at your waist as he tugged at your bottom lip for access. You let him in, melting at his touch like butter.

“Want you inside me,” you mumbled against his lips, causing his muscles to stiffen as he sprang into action, pulling you on top of him, lining his already hard cock up with you. He was big, and if you weren’t already so ready for him, you might have been a little nervous. He slowly pushed inside of you, helping you sink down on top of him with one hand as he swore under his breath, using his other hand to unhook your bra, throwing it to the side and exposing your breasts to the cool air, nipples hardening at his touch.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Finn growled, unable to resist from taking one of them into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. The sound you made in response was pathetic, but fuck if it wasn’t fueling his appetite for you. He couldn’t help but push up into you, a tight grip on your hipbones, holding you up as he rammed into you, cock pressing up against your g-spot, sending your vision spinning.

“Fuck, Finn, m’gonna cum,” you cried, eyes sqeezed shut, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you. Finn grunted, somehow increasing his pace, pressing kisses to wherever he could.

“Go ahead darlin’, want you to cum all over my cock,” he cajoled, the words sending waves of pleasure through you. You couldn’t help but follow his orders, colors flickering across your eyesight. The image of you cumming just for him sent Finn over the edge, groaning your name as he finished inside of you, dripping down the inside of your thighs. You looked so fucking angelic in the firelight, he had the sudden urge to take care of you.

“Y’alright?” He asked, reaching for a rag to clean you up. You nodded, smiling softly down at him as he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your hipbone. He looked up at you, eyes full of adoration.

“Come home with me?” Finn murmured, hands fidgeting.

“Yeah,” you replied, a glow tinging your cheeks as you looked at him the same. “Let’s go home.”

[megashadowdragon]

in three houses there is no evil or villains route

all 3 lords have various degrees of moral greyness or questionable decision

dimitri , edelgard and claude ( also applies to three hopes ) they are all  have moral greyness. and azure moon has points for the development and his soft areas while edelgard  for the rebellious tones ( people have compared the three routes and lords to persona 3 persona 4 and persona 5 with p3 to dimitri and blue lions edelgard with the phantom thieves both wanting to reform society even using questionable means to do so)

not to mention fire emblems tendency with dragons as antagonists ( and being the ones to start conflict   with humanitys responding with terrible behavior like earth dragons actions caused human to be racist with  manaketes

not to mention mila nad dumas who reminded me of rhea actions  leading to their respective countries reflecting them in their degenerated states

and later games evened out the tension with fates ( not to mention the scouring reverse of the trend where humans started the problem 

not saying all dragons are evil but acting like its just humans causing problems not the dragons and humans should just leave them alone is the lesson is also ignoring the history of fire emblem

rhea is not naga she was someone who tried to contrl humanity in its palm 

to the point of restricting technology  preventing the growth of humanity like the printing press  ban which would enable alot more books to be printed and possibly lead to commoners learning how to read

or autopsies or ban on black flammable liquid/oil which could be used for a lot of purposes  as we know today oil was considered liquid gold and used as  fuel

and it could have earned faerghus a good amount of wealth

and autopsies could ahve been used to  expand medical sciences 

if experimented on 

I'm curious how widespread literacy is in various Fire Emblem settings now. In Awakening, it seems semi-common (Donnel was taught how to read by his grandma, and it's treated as a possibility that he couldn't when it comes up rather than an oddity that he can) but I'd assumed Fodland, with the printing press as a near miss, was one of the settings with wider-spread literacy. Guess it's pretty rare in the series in general. I think Ylisse might be batting above 550, but that's probably the highwater mark. Fodlan is explicitly low-literacy outside of the upper 1%, thanks to Rhea and co. Every additional bit of info on Fodlan gone into this; the base game and the Ashe support, the DLC has the banning of the printing press, FEH has one of Annette's lines be "wow books are super expensive in Fodlan so I'm going to read as much as possible here" and now Ashe comes out directly to say "hey, you were just a rando merc, right? how come you can read?" rhea banning and restricting technology makes her even worse

and is why I say she shouldnt be in power

and to be frank each ending with three houses ends with rhea out of power ( so its basically sending the message that it was a good thing 

there is no villain route and each of the routes/lords are morally grey the game makes nno moral judgements on them 

 crimson flower route has rebel overtones

in three houses there is a gray to gray morality in each lord/faction does morally dubious things  or get their hands dirty while there are some evil people in a faction they dont reflect the faction as a whole ( the agarthans in cf  an ally of necessity)

the gray will be mitigated if byleth joins the faction 

The faction you choose to ally with will overall end up mitigating their grayness , while the opposing factions may become less gray and more antagonistic as a consequence. For instance, if you ally with Edelgard, she will not be as brutal or cold as she would be otherwise (and outright draws attention to how your support has kept her from falling into such behavior), while Rhea will become more unhinged and cruel due to the traumas of war and Byleth's change in allegiance. Allying with Dimitri will enable him to turn into a savior king, and not turning on Rhea will lead her to a Heel Realization in every route. Basically, whoever Byleth sides with will become the best version of themselves, though there will still be traces of gray remaining.

“Rhea a.k.a. Seiros, whose leadership has stagnated Fódlan and who has done some extremely questionable things in the name of keeping the peace and resurrecting Sothis is the big bad in cf

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[electracraft]

i dont know how dsmptwt will look at l34ktwt is a reliable source of whatever as if l34ktwt hasn't proven themselves to be a community that actively wants to hurt the ccs that dsmptwt supposedly stans :/

like bestie you are adding fuel to the fire as we speak, just block/mute them and LEAVE

the way this situation was handled was just so hypocritical overall

just in general. now we know that thankfully that person never got doxxed and that they’re safe but please if you see that someone actually gets doxxed do NOT spread it further. don’t make them get traction before you know for sure that they’re safe. that’s the easiest way to put them in more danger and make it worse.

if you actually care about people’s safety you have to prioritise them instead of your viral dream neg tweet that will bring more hostile attention to them. then afterwards by all means make your tweet #46283 about toxic dream stans if you want im not trying to silence a discussion but just think critically about who your post is really affecting (especially when those tags are trending which are unfortunately full of bigoted freaks)

but it’s not about anyones safety it’s about preaching some moral superiority. that’s why it’s fine when l3aktwt gets involved if the person whose privacy is getting violated is dream. it’s fine if an hashtag trends and spreads dreams own doxxes. it’s all so performative and even malicious. no one cares about safety anymore at this point as long as their tweet gets 20k likes

and would you look at that. dream stans haven’t doxxed anyone and that person (who went private 30 seconds after dream replied to them btw like even if they wanted to it’s just very unlikely that dreams 16yo twitter audience would be able to) is safe while dream is under fire from enemies and friends for standing up against homophobia And his doxxed information is going around