#easiest way to break me fr

[teddybeartoji]

why are blowjobs so hot . it's awfully hard to focus on the words i'm supposed to be writing when my hand is literally reaching for the vibrator in my drawer on its own.

[matheoxs]

[THIS IS GONNA BE HARSH

No way you're not assuming things in your favor and expecting your desires please, make it make sense.

I'm going to speak for all bloggers because I know some of them are tired and scared to say it. But don't come to me asking how to manifest, for the love of fucking God, READ READ FUCKING READ.

No way we are going to 2025 and your ass still asking how to manifest this and that.

Assume and let it BE, that's it. What do you want me to tell you? Jump five times and roll or something? There's literally nothing else to do.

Not only that, but those anonymous asking if the Law of assumption is real? Like, until this day, bro, get a fucking grip. Jesus Christ.

You're going post by post trying to find something that will click for you and not even applying it. You're wasting your time. I'm not saying you can't read posts or whatever, but if you're not applying it, then you're wasting your time.

It's annoying, yes it is. When are you going to decide enough is enough? Because me and other bloggers can make posts every single day, but at the end of the day, it's you. It's literally you. It's your choice.

Enough is enough.

we are literally going to 2025, enough is enough. Stop with the bullshit. You know why you don't have your desires right now, you know it, and I don't have to tell you.

Someone can spread a rumor about somebody without proof, and you will believe it.

There have been many times in your life where you assume things without proof. Yes, there have, and you probably don't even remember, and it manifested itself in the 3D.

Why are you waiting for the blogger to come back? Are they your God? Stop the glaze, please. It's getting too far to the point where you see those bloggers bigger than you.

They manifested a big house, so can you?? They're not special, I promise you.

They manifested appearance change, so can you. They manifested being able to shift every time they want, so can you.

You can talk to those bloggers in real life, and you will realize they're just regular people. They're not that special, I'm not that special.

It's really not that serious.

Because of the likes they get on their posts, it makes you think that they're bigger. They're just numbers. Knock it out.

Now, let me get real with y'all. There's no such thing as unrealistic or big desires. You're the one labeling it as unrealistic or big desires.

Do you really think that the 3D says something like, "oh no, I can't reflect that, it's too unrealistic and big"?

Do you really think that the 3D looks at your desires and says that? Think about it for a sec. Now, YOU tell me, do you really think that the 3D thinks that?

Or is it just you labeling them as big and unrealistic? You see how you're always the one who assumes things???

I KNOW, SURPRISINGLY RIGHT? Well, it shouldn't be a surprise to you. You should already know that.

I don’t want ANY ANON coming in my asks asking me dumb ass fucking questions when you can just get your ass to read and try to actually understand

It’s actually really easy to understand if I’m being fr

There’s many bloggers who literally breaks it down in the most EASIEST WAY to understand

So stop with the excuses.

Stop trying to look for motivation especially shifters Omds

Im gonna write another post on this im not done yet call me mean wtv idc it had to be said loa bloggers ARE TIREDD

And I also think that’s why the loa community is kinda dying.

[fluloa]

the way i JUMPED seeing that edit.. blessing us again fr

i can’t tell if jake sully or you getting the rightful attention you deserve makes me more happy but i say both <3333

also do you ever wonder how the pandorians shower? like in the jungle, do they use the same water or wait for rains? [ definitely NOT subtly asking for short jake sully shower drabbles if you’re down ]

- 🍒 !!

GASP MY BEAUTIFUL CHERRY ANON YOURE BACK! i just had a shower so this is perfect

Showering is Jake’s favorite part of his day. Not only does it relax him and wipe away the grime and sweat from his day of work, it gives him you. To spend time with you and only you, even if it’s just for a simple thing like showering.

It’s Pandora, so showering isn’t the easiest and the ways to do it isn’t exactly ideal. But if it’s anything that he’s doing with you, he doesn’t give a shit.

Swimming through the river, the water fluorescent and glimmering with a few bits of moss and lily pads here and there. Watching you wet your hair, cleanse your face softly with your fingers and he just can’t help but stare in awe.

Looking to him, laughing as your eyebrows crease together. “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just beautiful,” he mumbles, a dopey smile on that cute face of his. He earns a flick of water from you. It splashes at his face, and his face drops. “Oh— you wanna play that game, girl? I can play it too.”

You see him leering towards with a grin on his lips and you gasp, “No, no, no. Jake, I’m sorry— don’t!” He scoops you up, lifting you high up by his shoulder as you kick and squirm in his hold. “Waitwaitwaitwait—“

Then he slams you into the water, your squeal cut off by the water hitting your face. He’s chuckling like an idiot, as you lay in the river like a dead fish. When you rise up, you’re frowning, wet hair pulled in front of your face as your shoulders sag. Jake’s about to say something in concern before you’re pouncing onto him, roaring out as you tackle him into the water. When he comes back up, you’re giggling like an idiot as well, as he blinks out the water that trickles at his eyelashes.

“You better run,” he says, and you break off into a sprint, him not long behind you.

For soap, the na’vi use a specific type of beady paste that’s mushed gently with a specific type of leaf and it kind of smells like mint.

You can never put it on yourself, Jake always has to do it for you. He always says that it’s for your own sake, but you’re not sure if that’s the case.

He helps you lay out on the river’s edge, dipping out of the water as he pours the paste into the base of his palm. He gently smoothes it down your body, taking extra care in places like your breasts or your thighs. He lets his fingers ghost over your private, and you slap his wrist away from it. He chuckles low, muttering an excuse and that he didn’t mean to do it but you know damn right he did.

Most of the time, it rains heavily on Pandora, like, heavily. To the point of almost flooding. When it does, he drags you out to a random spot within the forest, making sure no animal or lurking na’vi is there before he’s grabbing your face and kissing you. The raindrops pitter patter on your skin as he relieves you of your top, and then your loincloth. You detach his knife holder strapped to his chest, untie his loincloth until you’re both naked, bare.

You let the rain catch to your body, let it soak into your hair and drip into your dips and curves. He only watches you as your arms stretch out wide, pearly teeth peeling out from underneath your smile as you turn. The grass beneath your feet is soaked, water flowing up to your ankles. You turn to Jake, whisking your hands over his hair as it dampens. His ears flicker to your sudden motion of affection, dark pupils wide from the darkness of the night.

Usually on the nights like these it ends up with you sprawled out onto the wet grass, body shrilled with rain as he enters you in a slow, loving pace. Tsaheylu’s connected, low breaths escape his chest, his hands wrapped warm around your waist. You let a whine peel out of you, a kiss to his jawline that makes his tail give a little swish.

You pull him in with every thrust he gives, sucking him up with your soft walls and pushing him closer with your thighs rounded tightly around his hips.

When you both finish, the area’s full of panting and gasps, his head pressed up against yours with his still cock sunken deep into your pulsing cunt. With the energy he has left, he lands a soft kiss to your blue cheek, and you’re both due for another shower.

[theoneandonlysilly]

lets be so fr rn, the majority of the adult men in hxh would be SO TOXIC.

(large amount of text after break)

like i luv them, but c’mon… I know a lot of people think that chrollo would be the most tolerable out of the adult trio, but i beg to differ. that man would be so manipulative and would make you feel like shit and put you in a state of co-dependency while his ass is out doing evil phantom troupe shit. and during this you would be trying to keep your slowly but surely deteriorating mental health alive. it would be such an icky situation and i can tell that shit wouldn’t be fun. imo of the characters, illumi MIGHT be the easiest to deal with dating… as long as you don’t get attached to him, because he isn’t very affectionate. im giving him some leverage because i can tell he cares about those he loves, but like, he loves in an odd way. Hisoka is hisoka. thats all i have to say tbh. i honestly have no clue how he would act. he would probably go out of his way to toy with you, but in the way that he gets his sadistic pleasure out of it. and its really just playful teasing and stuff, but he also isn’t very committed, and would likely just stop being interested and just break up with you. onto the more tolerable ones, but still toxic, we have meruem. he’s not horrible once you get used to him, but he is um… interesting. he isn’t affectionate early on, and probably wanted to kill you at first, but based on his relationship with komugi in canon, i believe that he has potential to be a good person/chimera ant/ thing idfk. anyways, kurapika. he is very motivated to destroy the phantom troupe, which may cause him to be toxic in some ways. he doesn’t mean to, he just gets caught up in his revenge plans, sometimes so much so that he forgets to be good to himself, let alone be good to you (he is so me tbh). leorio is honestly fine. he would be a good boyfriend, and he would be very sweet. maybe a little bit sexually driven and may accidentally upset you, but he makes up for it by caring for you. he may get caught up in his emotions sometimes, but he always calms down and makes up for it well, and apologizes. you can tell that he cares and that he would never hurt you mentally or physically. Now onto more toxic mfs, pariston fucking hill. he is the definition of toxic, and sort of like chrollo but in the blond politician sorta way. he would give zero fucks about your feeling and would use you to his advantage. 0/10 would not recommend. anyways, ging. …no. he is very laid back and casual with dating, and probably would upset you all the time and arguments would be common. not quite as bad as some others, but still toxic.

ANYWAYS SORRY FOR RAMBLING BUT THAT WAS FUN TO WRITE ABT

[lovelyiida]

what if pro hero bkg is in a relationship with a reader and she later confesses to him that she is a villain and has been tasked with seducing him but she fell for him fr?? how would he react?

❥: when I go through my asks I always circle back and read this one. And whoever you are out there; I’m finally gonna do it lmao. I think I gave this ask a more poetic adaptation so it may not be the best when it comes to getting straight to the point so I apologize in advance :D

FEM READER X BAKUGO, SEMI-VULGAR LANG (mentions intimate body parts), NO PROOF READ!!

traitor, nymphoid, huntress, cold-hearted, ruthless, calculated.

that’s who you were, and you were never told you were anything else. You had a role within society; kill or be killed. And you decided to kill.

Seven months you’ve been killing, killing ever so slowly—ever so softly.

Kill him with a dagger, kill him with a gun, kill him within an injection. No, kill him with something unexpected…something beyond his own comprehension.

Kill him with love.

You knew he’d be easy to obtain, a young pro-hero experienced within every aspect of heroism. Except for his birth-given right; love.

But where you knew he lacked, you once flourished. A villain isn’t born, a villain is created by the villainy of society.

Sweetheart, caring, selfless, sensual, beautiful, smart…

These words that he called you; foreign to your own being sent shivers down your spine. With every word uttered a piece of you is reformed.

The way his eyes sparkle when his looks into yours. The way his smile grows as he hangs on to your every word. The way the slightest touches sends a spark through your every being.

The way your souls dance within every moment you’re together.

When was the last time you actually danced?

A hidden compassion? All behind closed doors. A connection no one else can see, no one else can know, no one else can understand. A connect you’re willing to give away your life for.

What about killing him? Yearning to end him? Yearning for revenge? Yearning for victory?

Why do you feel so foreign? Why do you yearn to give the deepest parts of your soul to him?

Do you even believe if you showed the real you to him; he would give you his soul in return?

Your souls cannot dance any longer, so why do you yearn for them to merge?

Why do you yearn for him?

Tears, regret, shame, anger, heartbreak…

“So what? What we had wasn’t real?” The young hero looks at you. Eyes glossed in anger as he pried answers from you.

“It was everything I thought it would be” you said, eyes dull; emotionless. You watch as the blonde shifts back into the metal seat. A heartbroken scowl trying not to emerge in front of you, he won’t give you that satisfaction.

“But, it was nothing I could’ve prepared myself for.”

You sat before him, dirty, wounded, defeated, and uncovered. The league of villains were unsuccessful with a certain phase of the plan, and decided to throw you under the bus.

They knew you were the easiest to dispose of, the most weak-minded, the most-likely to break.

Taking a deep breath, you try to look into his eyes but you cower at the sheer thought of an attempt. “Bakugo, what we had didn’t matter to me, you were just a quota with a dick.”

Looking up at him, with a shit-eating grin you pose your best poker face. The blonde was reationless. Slowly standing up; his movements were calculated.

Turning off the camera with ease, he stands and looks into your eyes. A face of disappointment and longing.

“Dispatch—videotape 009 clear” Bakugo shouts out to the air. An “All clear,” sounded off with a loud buzz.

Looking down, you jolt as the iron cuffs slipped from your wrists. The hero then grabs you with force and leads you out the door.

Leading you underground, he then throws you into your cell with force. Huffing out a groan in pain you scurry to the bars.

Eyes filled with tears and lip quivering, you look into his eyes. “Katsuki—“

“Katsuki? You have no right” he scoffed, turning his back to you he begins to walk away.

Frantic, you yell out his name once more. “Katsuki, I love you! I mean that!” You cried. Stopping in his tracks, he turns to look at you once more.

Eyes cold, calculated, evil.

“I gave you a chance in there to prove yourself and you didn’t, y/n.”

“You’re dead to me.”

❥: @xo-evangeline , @nar00 , @king-dynamight , @gold24fish , @lovra974 , @bakugospartner , @gaby-11 , @akqsa-xxi , @jolynegf , @goldenglow149 , @aliruuiz , @zukowantshishonourback , @ilovedenk-i , @atsushiki , @smolbeanzzz , @lem-hhn , @stevenknightmarc , @ryumiii , @idontevenknowlolls , @lyn07 , @kennshifts , @ackerman-suck-3-r , @elegantvoids , @thecurlyhairedgoddess , @sunyrose , @thisbicc , @thekookiecorner , @snxwycloud , @skylardarling

[qpjat076]

actual serious thoughts™ on the Acolyte

Spoilers. obviously. under the cut tho because i'm sweet like that. also it's a bit of an essay.

I loved this show. I LOVED. this show. It had some ups and downs, but I really hope it gets renewed for another season. I was NOT expecting it to end so. . . open ended? I'm glad it did though.

Dividing my thoughts on this into PLOT and PRODUCTION. We will start with the PLOT:

The ending was perfect. The full circle of Sol and the crew spreading a horrible lie only to then be tainted in his death through a second lie is just so poetic. I was losing it, it was flawless and amazing storytelling. It seems SO in character for Master Vernestra seeing as I doubt the council or anyone knew of Quimir going all evil. . . I bet she told them his "death" was an accident. she doesn't seem at ALL like the kind of person to air her own failures loudly, and she'd see his betrayal as a personal failure. Or, if not, she she would fear (her first mistake) that the council would see his betrayal as her failure. Pride is always the fall of Jedi, we've seen it time and time again (because being prideful is the easiest way to let fear take control of your life). Anyway, 11/10 for that plot point being resolved.

for real though, there was NO WAY they were going to resolve every single plot thread they'd laid out across this show in one 40-minute episode. it would have been too crammed. nothing would feel satisfying. leaving a decent amount of food for thought was definitely the right move, so they could focus on the plot at hand (Osha, Mae, Sol, Quimir). and they've left me wanting more. if disney is so committed to the 8-ep bit they've got going (sans Andor for some beautiful reason), then this was the best way to get the extra episodes needed to address everything. I WANT MORE.

I want a whole season focusing on Quimir and his relationship to Vernestra. I WANT THAT TEA. How did Quimir get to Brendock? What was Vernestra's breaking point, or what was Quimir's? I want to know how the hell this all plays in to Plaguis. WHY IS HE THERE?!?! Are he and Quimir working together? if so, was Quimir Plaguis's padawan, and is Quimir now trying to usurp him? If so. . . then we know how that ends and that would be a helluva way to go about telling us a story (affectionate, star wars is at its best when its killing characters I love fr)

Speaking of Plaguis. . . HOOOOOOO BUDDY i was not just expecting his lil jumpscare and then NOTHING ELSE. I was down for it. I figured he'd be a part of it. I was whooping and *insert DiCaproio pointing meme here* at the screen, I was EXCITED to see him. and honestly I love that he just. . . wasn't elaborated upon any further. He didn't NEED to, because they're setting us up for more. I WANT more. I didn't, however, feel as good about the Yoda tease. . . i mean I WAS wondering where he was during all of this so it kinda worked? but also. that whole scene played out more like a marvel end credits "ooooh, what nostalgia character is comin back next?" kind of deal. moreso than plaguis bc like. . . i've never seen plaguis before. i know very little about him as only a movie/tv show watcher. but I've seen Yoda a thousand times, so the effect is lessened. Yoda IS needed to the story so I know why he's here, and I am interested to see him more in his earlier prime (and less cgi please lord don't do him dirty a second time). but it could've been a liiiiiittle smoother.

last thought: while sol's death was a little telegraphed (honestly, i wish Osha just saw Sol's body, no context for who killed him as opposed to the "mae killed him" bit), but the way Vernestra handled it made it all pretty forgivable. the twist wasn't his death or that Osha was gonna turn. we all pretty much could guess it. the twist was how his death was lied about, and I'm SO here for it. it balances out. this ep was amazing y'all i'm not over it.

Now for PRODUCTION (though I've kinda talked about it a little)

I know people have been overwhelmingly negative about this show. I really don't see it. And yeah, I maybe am the intended audience because I need to be restrained like a dog every time I see Manny Jacinto's arms. . . but that wasn't the only thing to like here. I liked the show even before that. It's interesting. Intriguing. Me frothing at the mouth over Arm™ was pretty minimal compared to how I'm rabid for more lore about these characters in this era.

I have three complaints: first some line delivery maybe could use a little work overall, but this last ep was the best it has been. also it's nowhere NEAR as bad as some line deliveries in the past (you know the ones). second, slow motion has no place in this world anymore in a non-comedic based fight scene. not since the matrix, anyway. that's the only exception. please let it die. never want to see it again. finally, I really do wish the flashbacks had been mingled more with plot and episodes as opposed to shelling them off separately. I also wish we could have seen a padawan Osha and Sol in flashbacks a bit too. . . though that may come next season (do another one disney). three complaints (four total with my mild beef against Yoda's intro) is high praise though, so hats off. Lee Jung-jae killed it till the very end, I was SO impressed how desprate I was to like him even though at the end. . . I didn't really want to. He made me WANT to believe he was good. Best part of the show hands-down. Amandla Stenberg was a much stronger presence towards the end, but at the very beginning I thought she did great too. While I wish she had more of a chance to stand out, I'm ever-hopeful she gets a greater chance to in the *hopeful* next season, especially without Lee Jung-jae stealing the spotlight every single episode. All the supporting Jedi martyrs killed it too. too bad I'll never see Jekki and Yord be funny together again, it's a real tragedy. Manny was awesome but also I'm a little biased (Arm™, also literally everything else about him in this show, costumes, fight choreography etc., hot DAYUM they knew what they were doing). So yeah. Awesome show, I hope the overall negativity towards it doesn't discourage a second season. It is wanted!!! please feed me.

[emeritus-fuckers]

I love everything that you've written so far and now you're writing for the ghouls too??! 😩❤️

It's getting me through life fr 😭❤️

This week has been kinda trashy. Yk when it feels like you're in sensory overload all week 😭😭

Could you write anything sweet and comforting with nihil and swiss?

Well, I guess "trying to write" is a better phrase when it comes to me and Ghouls. Also, knowing your preferences so far, I'm assuming you mean old Nihil. Hope Swiss turned out well. - Jez

Old Papa Nihil and Swiss comfort headcanons

Papa Nihil

He's not the best at comforting.

If he sees you hyperventilate, he's gonna assume it's a breathing issue and will offer his oxygen machine to you.

If you're too sublte with feeling off, he probably won't even notice. He's a bit stupid when it comes to that.

He also sees the world a bit differently when he sees you.

Everything is bright and colorful, love songs playing in his mind, you know, the usual simp stuff.

You will have to tell him directly that you're not feeling well.

He's gonna pout at that, all the colors suddenly fading as he realizes you're not happy.

You have no idea just how much his emotional stare depends on you, love.

Will ask what you want and then list all the fun things he can think off.

This dude will spend the entire year's budget just to see you smile.

Want him to take you somewhere? He will, no hesitation!

Want him to get you something? Just show him the thing, it's all yours!

Want him to ride the frustration out? Baby, his dick is hard already, just say the word.

He will suggest all these weird, over the top things to cheer you up until you put your hands on his shoulders and tell him that you just need to be held right now.

You bet your ass he's holding you with all the strength he's got, stroking your hair and whispering ridiculous love confessions in your ear.

The words he says to you are touching, but also unintentionally goofy because he gets some phrases mixed up in all the stress of you not being happy.

But hey, it's the thought that matters. And the dude is old. Cut him some slack.

Or don't. He won't even protest if you make fun of him.

Well, he will. At first. But hey, if it makes you laugh, he'll stop in the middle of his complaints to look at you like the lovestruck dumbass he is.

Please instruct him what to do and he'll do it. He's old and kinda stupid, but he loves you.

Swiss

Swiss is chaos personified in the best way possible.

And, as a Ghoul, he can somewhat feel emotions of those around him. It's especially easy for Water Ghouls, so not exactly the easiest for him, but he does get a sad vibe from you.

His first instinct is to pick you up, throw you over his shoulder and run away from the situation, taking you somewhere secluded while you're just there, shocked.

Instead of putting you on the ground, he kinda bumps his shoulder up to make you bounce up so he can quickly move you so that he's holding you bridal style, then he sits down on the ground, crossing his legs and puts you on his lap, holding you tightly against his chest.

He nuzzles his nose against your cheek as he asks you what happened, giving you a few quick kisses all over your face as he waits for an answer.

He holds you tightly as you explain whatever happened.

He makes a dramatic pouty face when you're done talking.

"Swiss? What's wrong?"

Bro's genuinely offended that you even asked.

"You, my dear little agent of chaos, are getting a damn break and that's it. Don't even bother arguining with me, you're not the boss of me, I ain't listening."

He'll literally cover his ears and do the "LALALALALA CAN'T HEAR YOU" if you protest.

He's taking you out, but he's kinda like a little kid and will go anywhere shiny enough to get his attention. He gives you a piggy back ride the entire time.

If that's also stressful to you, just tell him and he's fully focused on you again.

"Babe... I hoped it wouldn't come to this..." He says dramatically as you make your way to his room after a night out. "But you've left me with no choice..."

Sounds threatening? Yes, possibly. But it's really not.

When you reach his bedroom, he throws you over his shoulder again, and then throws you on the bed with a playful growl before jumping on top of you and straddling you.

"This is all your fault. And now you have to endure... The cuddle monster!"

He's gonna squeeze the life out of you. And if you're ticklish, he's gonna tickle you.

Point is, he's gonna make you laugh as much as possible. Once you feel a bit better, the cuddling gets a bit calmer.

Might playfully bite your neck a few times, but in an affectionate manner that's typical for Ghouls.

"You don't get to be stressed, babe. Anytime you get stressed, you come to me and we deal with it. Got it?"

He offers you a vape if you smoke. He has a giant collection of different flavors to share with you.

He loves you and he's gonna show it in the most Swiss way possible.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

WHAT JS THIS HAAAAA YOU CANT LEAVE US ON A CLIFFHANGER LIKE THIS TANCOOOOO THIS JS CRIMINAL!!!! I want to know I want the knowledge what is happening,,, they've been lied too!! Treason! Treason to the peoples!!!

Also since I know afo has always been the *real* bad guy in your story I can't wait to see what happens with him!!! Are you gonna make him a grey character (I have bad vibe from him, I'm watching him 👁️👁️) or Is Tomura going to have an existential crisis when he realized that his father ain't that great???? Hooooo so much question!!! I'm excited hihiiiii (like ik afo is a manipulative pos but is he a grey manipulative pos or is he just an evil asshole y'know?)

I really hope we see more of natsuo and shoto! I wanna see dabi reconcile with his lil baby bro :D

And Eriiiiii noooo whyyyyy baby your gonna be taken care of now papa Tomura is there for you!

I love how everyone interact together! They're such a loving family I can't!!! Toga is so cute and jin giving his leg for her that is so fucking wholesome!! Love my little psycho fr! And spinner is so cool!! Him being best friend with Tomura really shows in this! He doesn't take tomuras bullshit haha XD they're such besties my heart can't take it ᡣ𐭩 Sako is gold and the way you transformed his power is so cool too! I'd imagine it's not super practical to have a million thick stone tablet or smth instead of thin paper XD also magne omg she don't just have big sis energy she IS big sis!! How she comforted dabi and was like here take my snot XDD amazing!

Ho and the way you describe the environment!! I feel like this is the first fic (I only read all your bnha fic so I'm just talking about them) where you really went into it in the world building since we're not in the bnha world and omg this is so good! I could see everything and it was very pretty haha! You make me want to break out my drawing stylus but shipwreck are Nott he easiest to draw, would you belive it (╥﹏╥)

Chisaki sure got what was coming to him eh? Each time you described him with his smug face I was so angry omg but I'm so happy he was a good fight for Tomura tho would have been sad if he was just obliterated and that was it! Happy he's gone tho (really hope he is) and that Eri is safe! :)

Also the way you described that siren that passed the test (fucking epic, no idea what was happening but I'm loving it, singing while stabby stab? Perfect) made me think of midoriya fr but then I thought wasn't he with shoto in hollow barrier? I'm not sure anymore, do you have plans of what to do with midoriya? 👀

Them eating chocolates is gold! Did I say I love toga? Cause I love toga!

Dabi discovering how things are in graveforge is so cool yet saddening man his life really fucking sucked before (I feel like it's about to suck even more but at least it's not a boring type of suck y'know? XD)

Just leaving that there but dabi throwing up his stomach his a mood fr

I'm disabled personally and I really like how you tackled disability and ableism so far. Dabi compensating with his leg is really cool and the fact that he has to hide it or he'll be judge by his hollow barrier pair I'd verry nice (plot storywise I mean XD) as a disabled person I do feel like a fucking burden everywhere I go and with how dabi was 'sheltered' (if you can say that) he would be very easily manipulated by afo telling him he needs to contribute to the reef and all that. Kind of in contradiction of what Tomura said about no one being broken hmmmmm 👀 (watching you afo 👁️👁️) while I agree that doing nothing all day and being a trophy husband/mate can be boring, dabi just got here, is still learning the language and he's disabled! Like give him a break afo! Dabi can find his own calling without being pushed pass his limit to 'prove himself' 🙄 (sorry that one was personal 😅)

Also omg poor toga I CANNOT believe shig told her everything he wanted to say to dabi this one must have been hell! Pfffff the little awkwardness when dabi and her hugged after sksksksk

It's dabi who healed Tomura!! Im sure!! He ate flesh and boom! Magic power!! How tho, not sure XD can't wait to see what you do with his magic cause he can't really throw fire underwater now can he? Imagine he goes on land one day and just, burn the island sksksk 'oops' ˚▱˚

Also illegal that you made afo walk in on them sksksksksks horrible! But you write so wonderfully! Sometimes I read a synopsis of a story and I'm like 'no, I know I won't like this, too much second hand embarrassment' but it never happens with how you write! There were some story idea of yours that I wasn't sure I would like but everytime you blew me away! You have such a way of writing that it makes everything believeble and the story always flow so wonderfully! Also can't believe that cannibalism followed by sex was there and it was hot goodamit! Shouldn't be surprised tho, like I said you write everything so well (lost faith in myself after that zombie dabi piece you wrote. After that I was like okay keept it going ig no more fuck need to be given at this point XD)

No wait- what happening to Tomura?? What wrong tell me whATS WRONG YOU CAN NJST DO THAAAAT ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

Gosh sorry this is all out of order but that's how my brain is and excitement doesn't help (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;) also sorry for the mistakes English ain't my first language and you can sprinkle a bit of dyslexia on top of that smh

Jail to endeavor for lying and eating his people while starving everyone else and jail to you for this horrible cliffhanger <3

Okay I'm going to sleep now. If I dream about gay fish it's on you

I'm cackling, thank you so much! This chapter was a huge one and I'm so glad that so many of the different elements stuck out to you! I can't say much about what's happening moving forward but I can say that the new siren is absolutely not Midoriya! And the beauty of writing a whole AU means that I can ignore the original main character lol, so he will likely barely be mentioned going forward

I can't wait to start unraveling all of the things to come and I hope you continue to enjoy the ride!

[wikiangela]

my 911 fics ranked by how much fun i had writing them - based on the ranking by @sibylsleaves bc it seemed fun, thank you for the idea ❤️

as of now I have 34 buddie fics (lmao what), so I did a top 10 (it was hard to narrow down tbh because I generally have fun writing all my fics, but this is the top 10:

1. For a holiday (and forevermore)

Eddie's sick of personal, intrusive questions about his love life whenever he visits his family, so he starts bringing Buck for the holidays as his (fake) boyfriend. He only wants to shut them up, and doesn't expect that the small crush he has on his best friend could actually turn into something more...

my first (and for now only) buddie multi chapter fic, inspired by the movie holidate (2020) - I saw the movie and had a vision, and this started - I'm having so much fun writing this, even if some chapters are more difficult (and it's getting away from me and they do what they want lol) - and writing Eddie so oblivious and so deep in denial is just so fucking fun, overall 9.5/10

2. I can't love you any more (than I do now)

Eddie's pretty sure he and Buck are dating and kind of living together. Neither acknowledges it, until Eddie finally does.

this is my newest one rn, and it's disgustingly fluffy and domestic, and I loved writing it so much, needed some fluff with all the 6b stuff - and I've been looking for an excuse to use this song as a fic title lmao (it didn't turn out exactly how I wanted, but writing it was a blast fr haha) 9/10

3. There’s no way that it’s not going there (with the way that we’re looking at each other)

5 times people wrongly assume Buck and Eddie are together + 1 time it's actually true.

wrote this two years ago and I remember having a lot of fun with that - now there's about a hundred things I'd do differently with this one, but I enjoyed writing it at the time haha (this is also THE fic with the most kudos out of all of my fics out of all of the fandoms for some reason? lol) 8/10

4. we got time (but we're only human)

“We got time, Eds.” Buck chuckles. “Not enough.” Eddie’s voice breaks a little. Buck squeezes his hand. “We almost ran out of time, and I can’t just wait until it happens again, Buck. Besides, life is short. We’ll never really have enough time, because a lifetime with you wouldn’t be enough." Or, Buck wakes up from his coma, and Eddie, done with wasting time, confesses his feelings.

post-6x10, but fluffy and happy, really loved writing this one, had a great time with it, 8/10

5. Who said this is a good idea?

Buck and Eddie are drunk, their inhibitions are low, and things escalate pretty quickly.

one of the fictober22 prompts, one of the easiest and quickest to write somehow, had fun with this one 7.5/10

6. You love this, don't you?

Clipboard Buck makes a reappearance, and Eddie's forced to confront his feelings.

this was supposed to be a silly clipboard!Buck fic, but then it got horny so I wrote a second chapter (while lowkey cringing at myself bc it's kinda out of my comfort zone lol), and I had a blast writing it, even if it lowkey sucks (idk if it does, I'm harsh on myself lmao) 7.5/10

7. Fine

Eddie’s foot feels heavy on the gas pedal, while his hands grip the steering wheel tightly, to prevent them from shaking. He’s driving almost on autopilot, while trying his best to compartmentalize and focus on just getting to the hospital, trying not to think about Buck- about what’s happening in the back of the ambulance right now. Or, after the drive to the hospital after Buck's hit by lightning, Eddie loses it. Sort of 6x10 coda.

It was easy to write, the words were just pouring out of me, and I think I blacked out for the last 1k words, it's the saddest thing I've written lol 7/10

8. You're making my head hurt

Eddie's really tired and accidentally confesses his love for Buck.

accidental confessions are my fave to write, I just feel like it'd fit them, and it might not be my best, but I had fun writing it, 7/10

9. don't know what I'd do if your tomorrow never came

He can’t help but think that this is some kind of sick joke from the universe, which he doesn’t believe but he knows Buck would. “The universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen” is what Buck said once, it feels like a lifetime ago. He didn't believe it, then, either. And now the universe is mocking Eddie, having him have to tell their kid about Buck, just like Buck had to tell him about the shooting. Eddie doesn’t know how Buck did it, how he had the strength, because he’s on the verge of breaking down and shattering into a million little pieces. Or, Eddie goes home to tell Christopher about Buck getting hurt.

post 6x10, only this low bc I started writing it and loved it, and then I didn't have time to finish, so I got back to it later, and kinda struggled with the second half ngl haha gotta learn to write shit down as soon as it comes to me fr, 6.5/10

10. I think he knows

Eddie just could not tear his eyes away from him. And Buck finally noticed, looking back at him. “What?” “What? Nothing.” Eddie felt his face heat up, as he took another sip of his beer. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Buck’s piercing gaze was still on him, and Eddie felt as if he could read him so easily. “Like what?” he decided to play dumb. Maybe he’d succeed. “I don’t know.” Buck responded slowly. “You’re being weird tonight. Well, you’ve been acting weird for the past few weeks, actually.” “Weird how?” Eddie frowned, his heart hammering loudly. He knew how. But was he really being that obvious? Or Eddie's crush is becoming really obvious, so he does something about it.

it was just a silly idea about them getting together happening in the kitchen, it got away from me, I had a lot of fun with this one, even if it didn't turn out exactly how I wanted it to, but I don't think as much as the previous ones (it's so difficult to rank those fr) 6/10

[cosmicallyavg]

18, 19, 22

what is a line/scene you’re really proud of? give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

jhjdahkjd as embarrassing as it is every time i think about it. i genuinely am so proud of myself for the entirety of “let your eyes look up upon me for the better”??? like wtf was that? i wrote sex? and ive been told it was good? by many people? what???? like the whole thing could use a DVD commentary, like i could break down every line but that would take so long and i doubt anyone actually would read it all but ill just do a quick summary of my commentary for it.

i genuinely think thasmin has awoken something in me because never in a million years would i have thought i would want to write something mature and i actually did?? and still think of similar ideas to this day? but i really feel such strong connections to each of the characters in different ways that i wanted to depict in this fic, so i did. you could do a whole psychoanalysis on me based on the fic alone because so much of myself is in there adkjsgjsdf 

as an asexual person, fanfiction is a scary place to navigate because there is a lot of very explicit sex, which for some might not be a huge deal, but for me it is. so i wanted to create something that i was comfortable writing, and therefore would be comfortable reading, that still allows me to participate in that sort of writing. and i hope other ace people who are typically uncomfortable reading smut would be able to read as well. i wanted to write sex from what i call “the ace-gaze” where the focus is on the emotion and the characters rather than on the actual sexual acts themselves. and what better vessel to portray it than thasmin??  because i do sometimes want characters to do that kind of stuff, but i dont want to be quite literally disgusted reading it. smut always feels so fake to me. like ur telling me those people just Did that? and no one feels nervous or scared? unrealistic. dont want it. reading something else.

so seeing myself in these characters, i wanted them to be able to engage in such activities, but i wanted it to be realistic, to be exactly how i would imagine things to progress between the two. because with the doctor being asexual (they are and you cannot take this from me) and yaz only just admitting that she’s queer and therefore being inexperienced (my personal headcanon) i just Know it would be so awkward. and i didnt want to skirt around it, i wanted it to feel real. that neither of them know what theyre doing but they just want to have the experience together because they dont have much time left and they love each other 😭😭😭 

so yeah. there are so many layers to that fic and i could talk about it for hours analyzing every line i wrote but that would be. a lot to unpack. 

who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? why?

i genuinely typed up a whole response for this and then decided i wanted to change my answer so here we go jsdfhskjd

my range of characters that i have written is very very small but i have found that writing actions/dialogue for the doctor is a lot more fun than for a companion? like theyre so neurodivergent theyre just like me fr so a lot of the awkwardness comes naturally to me vs a companion that is generally less ND, or at least that they dont express it in a way that i can relate to and therefore can write easier.

now when it comes to exposition/the internal monologue of a character, using the companion’s POV is a lot easier bc it can be hard to express how i imagine the doctor’s internal monologue is. like thoughts jumping from one to the next to the next with seemingly no connection?? ultimately i Get it, like my brain does the same thing, so im no stranger to the process, but writing it in a way that is effective and that makes sense to readers can be difficult.

and generally the stories that i come up with are more easily depicted from the companion’s POV, so i get to do their internal thoughts and then the doctor’s actions/dialogue. so it’s often the best of both worlds!! but my current WIP actually is told mostly from the doctor’s POV so we Are switching it up a bit here soon 👀

TL;DR: ultimately it depends on what aspect of writing we are talking about, whether its actions, dialogue, exposition, prose, description, etc. because each character can be easier/harder for some and not the others.

have you cried while writing a fic?

no, but i definitely do write a line sometimes and i feel the sort of happy/sad/etc that i would hope my readers will feel when they read it. like sometimes i write something and im genuinely impressed with my capabilities because i type the line and i just Know the readers are going to eat it up

fic author questions <3

[sleepymarmot]

I SOLOED BAL SUNNAR ON FIRST TRY!!!!

The final boss was actually the easiest of the three. Especially when I figured out that I need to stand as far as possible instead of getting close when she does the vomit attack lmao. My condolences to the emetophobes trying to play this.

I misunderstood the puzzle at first and thought you needed to make all blocks the same color; I figured it out when the sections started lighting up, drew a pencil chart on a scrap of paper, and at that point the puzzle needed only a few adjustments to reach the solution.

The first boss was so tough I thought this was going to be another Riftmaster situation. Opened the dungeon guide and felt embarrassed when it called this boss easy. I managed to get through the fight after I:

swapped from Velothi back to Oakensoul. I'll never stop using this crutch I guess

noticed that I died to not having enough stamina to block or dodge, and stopped using the flail almost completely, relying on the chakram for crux generation

stopped healing Azandar. Actually "just let the companion die" seems to be the necessary part of every dungeon boss fight.

The bonus boss was relatively easy. He managed to kill me; I opened the guide and read that you need to kite the fire AOEs; I tried again, gave up on kiting after some time, and still won pretty quickly and confidently.

The nix-ox boss immediately kicked me to death. Then it did so again when I definitely dodged. By that point my fingers were getting less and less responsive and trustworthy; doing combat for an hour or more puts noticeable strain on my hands, and I'm playing the least mechanically intensive class possible! When the boss was close to death, I was mostly worried about missing the dodge again and starting from the top. Also, the attacks from my staff were not good at targeting the orbs you need to destroy in that fight, I had to run up pretty close to not miss them; what is that, a shooter?

I thought I solved the beam puzzle, but it didn't activate and I had to check a guide to see whether I misunderstood the goal again. I didn't, but one of the beams wasn't hitting the target even though it seemed so. I solved it soon after.

By that point I wasn't very much worried about the final boss: I had already seen most of the story, and even if I needed to call for help for the final fight, I wouldn't be torn between exploring and rushing after teammates. But I did it all by myself on first attempt without even reading any guides! I think this deserves a bit of bragging.

Once again, thank you my good friend Oakensoul for carrying me <3 Best addition to the game for solo players fr.

The opening section was gorgeous. I love Stonefalls and the red-orange-grey volcanic color scheme, so it was tailored to my taste.

The story was interesting, had fascinating lore implications, and the central plot device was used in a way that made sense (looking at you, Ebon Stadmont). I did get a bit confused by the timeline, though. I assume other people have already figured out the dates of the events?

I'm glad I managed to explore the dungeon in peace, listen to all of the dialogue, and take as many screenshots as I liked. Just like Scrivener's Hall, it felt like a full-fledged adventure, which would have been perfect for solo players if not for the difficulty barrier. It's a shame that experiences like this are gated by demanding a specific build and a fair bit of experience and time investment. On the other hand, the challenge was pretty fun. On the third (mage) hand, this whole time I was aware that a momentary break in the internet connection could close the instance (I don't know if ESO allows a grace period, and if it does, for how long), and all of the progress would have been reset and the effort would have been for nothing. That's also a problem that needs to be solved to make dungeons truly accessible for soloing.

Overall, this was a really satisfying experience! I planned this to get me in the mood for Stonefalls, and if it holds, hopefully I'll start my EP character's journey soon.

[leonbloder]

Finding Sympathy and Empathy

In case you haven't noticed, election years bring out the worst in many of us. 

And because most of our politicians seem to be doing nothing but campaigning instead of governing, election years seem to blur together like a bad dream. 

It would be nice if our nationally elected officials had term limits, but since they are the ones who vote on whether to have term limits, we shouldn't hold our breath while waiting for it to happen. 

What gets lost because of this endless cycle of campaigning and posturing is any sense of common ground, sympathy, and empathy for those who disagree with one another. 

It trickles down, as you might imagine.  All you have to do is gather your family for a holiday celebration, and you'll discover that the divisions we see in our government have extended to our own doorsteps. 

Far too many of us receive our news from carefully curated and highly partisan sources---most of whom we tend to agree with.  We don't make any effort to listen to "the other side," whatever that side might be. 

Civility?  That's out the window, too.  Mostly because people can bravely launch any kind of personal attack on another from the relative safety of their keyboard or smartphone.  

Most of our understanding of people not like us comes from gross stereotypes or the misinformation that flows over the internet like a muddy flood. 

I'm not immune from this, either. My goodwill is often strained to break when it comes to feeling sympathy or empathy for some folks.   Most pastors I know have the same issue, so there you go. 

So what do we do?  How do we learn to feel sympathy and empathy toward people with whom we adamantly disagree?  Is it even possible?  

It is, but it takes some Divine intervention to my thinking.  We need to learn what it means to view the world and others as God does, which is pretty difficult considering none of us are God. 

But Jesus did give us a glimpse into what this could look like. He reached across divisions, even the religious ones imposed by his own religious tradition, and welcomed those who were considered outcasts and enemies.  

He reached down to restore those no one in his culture would touch.  Jesus also offered restoration for those who were considered to be pariahs---tax collectors, prostitutes, Samaritans, for example. 

Jesus saw beyond the stereotypes, both real and imagined.  He showed sympathy and empathy to all and was unafraid to speak the truth in love with a spirit of grace and a heart for healing. 

Fr. Richard Rohr once wrote about this very thing, and his words are both relevant and necessary here: 

Human sympathy is the best and easiest way to open heart space and to make us live inside our own bodies. God never intended most human beings to become philosophers or theologians, but God does want all humans to represent God’s own sympathy and empathy. And it’s okay if it takes a while to get there. 

I am both inspired and challenged by everything Fr. Richard says here.  But I am also comforted by the last line.  "And it's okay if it takes a while to get there." 

Honestly, the way God works on us is seldom a sprint and, more often, a marathon. We experience transformation when we are ready, so it doesn't all come in a rush. 

Over the past twenty years, I have experienced a significant transformation of my beliefs, deeply held convictions, understanding of Scripture, and what it means to follow Jesus. 

Those transformations did not occur overnight.  It took time, experience, and some maturity, but the change did come.  Some of it I longed for, and some of it I dreaded.  But in the end, the revelation necessary for transformation came when I was ready and open to receive it. 

And so, as I struggle with sympathy and empathy for people who rankle me and make my blood boil occasionally, I hope that my desire to discover more sympathy and empathy will be enough to chip away at the walls in my heart. 

This is what we all should pray for in our lives and the lives of others.  We should pray that God will do God's patient and grace-filled work on us to allow us to become the people God longs for us to be. 

May it be so.  And may the grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with us now and always. Amen. 

[the-omega-artist]

@anijay gave me permission and theyre so so cool (check their art out fr) so heres the story slammed down

its p long for a short story though HAHAHAH

ahErm

heeheeheeehoohoohoo

“Boo?”

“Yeah?”

The large, creamy bear stood tall before the human, who looked up from their phone, slumped on the couch.

“I would like to play hide and seek… if you wouldn’t mind..”

“..sure.”

The bear gave a wide grin, he stood on his toes, one foot crossed behind the other in his typical balancing position.

“Well then?”

“..?”

“You best start running.”

Boo caught the cue, knowing Tanjoubi had started silently counting the moment they had agreed, lunging up, emptying their pockets (so as not to lose or break anything in the chase), and running away. They darted around a corner, as the diner had already begun to expand, stretch and warp into a twisted, frightening playhouse. They flew down a flight of stairs, swung using a bar onto a cushioned floor, and rushed across the large, empty room. Echoing from up above, the maniacal laughter of the clown rang out, indicating the game had now truly begun.

Outrunning him wasn’t an option, and a wide open space was the easiest way to a game over. He could create ropes, trapezes and platforms anywhere in this domain, so the best option, from experience, was to stay down low, in cramped, yet easily maneuverable places. They slid dramatically into a tunnel, scraping their elbow in the process. It stung, but calling it quits here over a simple scratch wasn’t how they played. There was no ‘time out’, there was no ‘pause’ or ‘momentary truce’. It was cat and mouse until you were caught, and the closest you could get to winning as the hider was staying out of his grasp for as long as you possibly could.

The human crouched over, scurrying through the maze and hearing the nightmare right behind them, and gaining. His giggling could be heard, soft, but insane. Damnit, he was quick to catch up. Faster than Teddy, more capable of tracking than Fubuki, Tanjoubi was no joke when it came to hide and seek. To him? It wasn’t a game. It was a hunt.

They decided to try a new tactic, ripping off their shoes and throwing them down a fork in the road, running the opposite direction. The scent may throw him off, added with the sound of them going down the slide-esque tunnel. They rushed out of the tunnel maze as fast as they could, into a hallway and through a door, closing and locking it behind them.

It was silent; it seemed the trick had worked. For now, that is. They couldn’t stop, even if their heart was pounding and breath was stinging. They jogged down their path, the loss of shoes reducing traction, but certainly aiding in being quiet. They slid into a darker room, into a cabinet to breathe. It would be safe for maybe a minute, but a full sixty seconds was plenty of time here. Boo waited, before sliding out, walking to continue on, only to begin sprinting madly when they heard a buzzsaw ripping down the door that they had locked. That’s right, it’s only about thirty seconds if the door isn’t barricaded. No time to lose; they’d already messed up once. The small boy glanced over their shoulder, seeing the spirit bear rushing around the corner. His eyes were unlike they’d ever seen before; crazed, desperate. He didn’t seem as composed as he typically did hunting; Boo was his favourite kind of prey.

They yelped, slamming into a wall since they weren’t looking ahead of them, but luckily, it was cushioned and wouldn’t hurt all too much. That’s when Tanjoubi caught them, aggressively grabbing onto them and pulling them away.

“OH, YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET AWAY THAT EASILY?”

It wasn’t over yet; if they could break free, they may have a second wind. Boo clawed, flailed and snarled, kicking the bear’s face and being released, hearing the grunt of rage and pain as the bear, in a rare moment, lost his balance and fell over.

Perfect.

They rushed into a smaller room, cramming themselves behind a bunch of shelves and waiting. Outrunning him at this rate wouldn’t work, so the current strategy was hoping his sense of smell was stunted and he would continue past. But deep down, they waited nearby to make sure he would be okay. A level of guilt had seeped in, given they kicked their best friend right in the face. The door was opened, and Tanjoubi stepped in, at a slower pace, holding his muzzle and silent. Boo peeked through a crack in the shelving, seeing his face. His eyes carried a pure rage, but his smile was strangely genuine. Clearly, he was enjoying how much of a fight they put up. Then, standing in the middle of the room, he spoke.

“I know you’re in here.. you wouldn’t keep running after a stunt like that, you little bitch.”

Boo’s heart stopped. Not only had he read them like a book, but he had never heard him address them like that. He never seemed like he would ever curse in such a manner. This.. this wasn’t a fun, tense sort of feeling they felt. This was fear. They were shaking, their breathing unsteady, and their mind unable to think clearly.

The bear removed their hand from their nose, wiping some blood away. Oh… fuck.

He moved over to a table, throwing it with one hand towards the wall, not even looking when it shattered into pieces. Then, the large chairs, one by one, demolishing them, flinging them across the room with minimal effort. Then, Boo heard the audible crunch of the metal shelf behind them crunching, as they saw massive steel claws as they saw him, his eyes locking with theirs. He began to chuckle, cracking his knuckles as the human was shrinking down and trembling, trapped into staring into his eyes with terror.

“…I’m not mad. I won’t even hurt you..”

He slid the shelves away, grabbing their arm and pulling them into the air, as they didn’t fight back, fearing they’d make it worse.

“..but that was completely unprofessional.”

He walked into a different room, gripping Boo tightly as they whined in fear, only their toes touching the floor as they tried to speak in a choked voice.

“T-Tanjoubi I—“

“Shh.”

Tanjoubi placed the significantly smaller human onto a table and against the wall, sitting faced towards the giant bear. His red eyes were narrowed into pinpricks, his smile twitching and his expression unhinged.

“That’s what I like about you…”

They looked down and away, the bear pulling their chin to redirect them back to his face.

“..you’re almost as crazy as me.”

He began to giggle wildly, Boo unsure of whether or not it would be safe to laugh along. He then moved, hugging them tightly, and softly kissing each side of their face, letting out a loud ‘mwah!’ with each peck. They let out a heavy, shaking sigh, the terror still making their body feel heavy, as they melted into his arms, trembling.

“Now. You deserve a nap, because you look like you’re about to faint, and I need to tidy up my goddamned nose. That was a good kick, I’ll admit.. I think one of my teeth is now loose.”

“I’m sorry ab—“

“Shhh-shh-shhh-shhhh. I don’t want to hear it.”

He unzipped his suit, shoving Boo inside and closing himself back up just as swiftly.

“Apologies get you time-out.”

“I kicked you in the face-“

“That, too. One hour, then!”

Boo groaned, rolling their head dramatically.

“Can you hand me my phone??”

“Oh, stop sounding like a child. You’re going to nap.”

“B-“

“Nap time, or it’ll be two hours.”

i do write stories sometimes with my ocs (even if they arent posted here) and this one was so good i had to draw the scene i imagined

essentially hide and seek getting a little too intense, and what happens if you make the terrible descision of kicking tanjoubi in the face HAHAHHAH

[winslowat3am]

Advice for anyone going through an ugly phase? Someone who doesn't necessarily feel particularly good about their appearance or health? I swear my face breaks out every week and partly because my diet is crap. I wanna have a glow up and redecorate my house to be more appealing and fit my aes but I can't afford expensive clothes, skin or teeth treatments, supplements, vitamins, or any of that aestheticy appliance stuff, and I gained weight that's hard to lose mainly because I can't afford a good diet because I'm poor as dirt. You make it look easy but fr why is this so hard? Literally I wanna cry and lack motivation to get up because I have nothing interesting to look forward to.

Okay, here's the thing, you don't really have to have tons of money to be healthy. Inside or out. Of course people who are more fortunate have better options available to them because they can afford to spend more. But you're trying to achieve all of this at once, which isn't realistic & that's why you're frustrated. All those "aesthetic" vids you watch & IG posts you see, those people either have family that bought those things for them or they acquired it/wealth - if they have it - over a period of time. So, that being said, I think you should focus on the things you can achieve right now, step by step. I recommend starting with your health/appearance. If you're not happy with the way you look, set goals for yourself & change some habits that aren't benefiting you. Skincare/vitamins: there are some affordable brands you can purchase at Dollar Tree, Walmart etc. Expensive skincare products & vitamins do not always = good quality. (If you have sensitive/oily skin like me I could help you find some good brands to start using & help you pick out the right products with ingredients you should use). Eat cleaner foods, that you can afford. Try portion control. Drink more water & slowly build an exercise routine. Try to lessen stress. Sleep when your body is tired & when you should. Basically, just work your way up. Start with the easiest obstacle to tackle & then move on to the toughest ones. Try to save up money to be able to afford the lifestyle you want little by little, network, follow business people online, learn helpful tips for the job you want, take business courses. Research, research, research. I never said it was easy. It's okay to not have your life together right now. We all have to start somewhere. & you're not ugly, don't say that, you're just having a hard time & that's okay.

[artemis-entreri]

Hi, sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could help a girl out. I've recently got back into the FR (after a dormant phase lasting almost 2 decades) & now I want to catch up with canon (lbr though, with canon I mean I want to catch up with my favs Artemis and Jarlaxle)The problem is, I really can't handle the aggressive heterosexuality in the books and the blatant character assasination. Do you know if there's something like a summary that goes more into detail than the wiki? Thank you!

[[ Hey there!

I'm afraid that there unfortunately just isn't much of what you're looking for. :/ Since WotC canned the official novel line and Bob went to an outside publisher to continue the Drizzt books, there'd been less and less interest in the Drizzt books from the people who'd write the detailed summaries for the older books on the Forgotten Realms Wiki.

A bit of an aside but imo an important note here: Drizzt is just a small part of FR, and as the books continue, an increasing disservice to the shared world that many creatives worked together to build and develop. I mention this because FR as a whole is anything but aggressively heterosexual, that's something that Bob does, which is one of the greatest injustices to the setting. From its inception, FR was intended to be a place where the concept of discrimination based on sexuality and gender identity is nonexistent. Furthermore, the "default" sexuality in FR is pansexuality (which makes a lot of sense -- given the sheer amount of bangable entities in the world, why limit yourself to one thing? ;P). There are FR novels out there that better portray the world, is LGBT+ inclusive, AND are better written than the Drizzt books. It is really quite the travesty that the Drizzt books have been advertised as much as they are, as they're far from being the best writing among the >300 books in the setting.

Back to the point, unfortunately Bob's been not just butchering the beauty of the shared world, he's been really wrecking his own characters. Each new book causes me more and more heartache with how blatantly he bends and breaks the characters. Even some of the series' most loyal fans have stopped following it because of how painfully obvious it is that Bob just does not care anymore.

If you want to know what's up with canon but don't feel a compelling need to know every detail, here's my suggestion: read the Neverwinter Saga, then Night of the Hunter, and stop. I have some detailed reviews/analysis that talks about events of some of the books, but I've been too disillusioned to flesh out the notes I've taken for the purpose of writing out other such posts. Here are some links for you for the detailed posts I have finished:

Timeless

Boundless

Present State of Canon (as of One-Eyed Jax)

And of course, you're more than welcome to join our Discord community and ask any questions you'd like. That might be the easiest way of catching up on everything you're interested in. In an ideal world where I have unlimited time, energy, and the ability to put up with Bob's bullshit, I'd update the Wiki, but unfortunately I've been painfully short of all of those things. ]]

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Chapter 5: Caring Is a Hazard to Your Health (#28)

Once our little break is over, everyone gathers to go to the gym.

Or actually, stop by the cafeteria first to grab a few supplies, and then to the gym. I end up getting volunteered to carry one of the little round tables. What kind of sports are we doing with these?

“...”

Moving on.

Kanagi has already made it to the top of the still-collapsed bleachers seconds after the rest of us step inside. She waves us down.

“You can set ‘em up wherever, dudes! We got three, right?”

“As far as I can tell.”

After a minute’s wandering, we set up the tables at vaguely regular intervals. Kanagi goes around giving them a kick—to make sure they don’t collapse, I guess??—but doesn’t pull up any chairs or anything else before returning to the bleachers.

“All right, dudes! We’re gonna kick this thing off with some arm wrestling!”

“Yaaaay!”

How are you excited? Your arms are freaking toothpicks.

“We’ve already determined our first matches! We’ll still go one at a time so we can all cheer each other on, but! If you’d like to wait at your tables!”

I don’t remember signing up for this. But three tables means two of us aren’t going, right?

...Betting Aidan’s one of them.

“Arright! At Table 1...”

“...whichever one that is...”

“...we’ve got Ich versus Yuks!”

“Okay...”

“Yay~”

The F-tier arm-wrestling league, I see. At least they’re trying to keep the first round fair. Ichiriki and Yuki head off for the closest table to get situated. Which is a sport of its own at at a low table too large to reach across easily, with no chairs.

“And then Table 2 isssss Kaich versus Kakumi!”

“Is it, now.”

“Nice.”

Kaichi heads for the table closest to the arbitrarily designated Table 1. I don’t have sufficient grounds to object, so I go over, too.

“And me and Iggy for Table 3!”

“Why is Kogamino the only one you don’t have to nickname?”

“Cuz she’s, like, kinda a butt about it.”

“And Mahavir isn’t?”

Well, whatever. Maybe she has trouble with foreign names. Or maybe she... just does whatever. I’m not here to try to figure her out.

“Oh... So Tsunyasha doesn’t get to play...?”

“A wise choice.” 

“Any of you sinners attempting to make physical contact with the Holy Assassin... Well, it would only serve to burn you terribly.”

“Like, actually I was hoping you’d help Aid set up the next game?”

“You think—”

“Cool, thanks, dude!”

“I—excuse me?”

Did Kanagi just win the random-off? Steep competition, too.

“All right!! We’ll begin with Table 1! Mister Tokino, Miss Kurokame, please prepare to face off!”

Yuki gives Ichiriki a very slow yet fairly shallow bow.

“I’m sorry... if I’m not very good competition.”

“That’s okay!! I have no idea what I’m doing!”

“Like... You do know how you’re supposed to stand ‘n’ stuff at least, right?”

“Nope!”

“Hummmm... I think it’s like this...?”

Wow, no idea why this duo wasn’t chosen for the climactic final battle.

With Kanagi’s intervention, they manage to get set up, though.

“And—Go!”

It either takes them a minute to respond to the command, or they just can’t exert enough force to make a visible difference. 

“Who am I supposed to root for again?”

“I usu’lly go with whoever’s winning.”

“Thanks.”

“Go go go go!”

“I’m trying...”

“This is fun!”

“It seems like an even match! Who will emerge victorious?”

I said no color commentary, but go off I guess.

It’s significantly more interesting to watch Tsunyasha bringing out tennis balls rather than the actual competition, but eventually we have a winner.

“Hahaha! I lost.”

“It was close, hummmm...”

“Nnnnnice.” I think she’s trying to wake up again. “Good job, Yuks!”

“Ohhh, is it Table 2′s turn now?!”

“Yup! You dudes ready?”

“ ‘S born ready, brah.”

“You do actually know what you’re supposed to be doing, right?”

“Oh, I never know what ‘m doing.”

He puts an elbow on the table and leans in. I stare for a minute.

“What, y’ bugging out ‘cause y’ get t’ hold a cute guy’s hand?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Gooooo, Kakumi!”

“Oh, right... we’re supposed to be cheering.”

“Um, go... everyone...?”

Weirdest sports day I’ve ever had.

I’ll get booed off the face of the planet if I don’t start soon, so I settle in and wait for Aidan’s countdown. Then the pressure is on. Literally. Kaichi may be a skinny guy, but what body mass he does have seems to be muscle.

I put in a passable effort, but it’s still over in a few more seconds. At least I offered enough resistance to keep my knuckles from getting crushed into the tabletop.

“Good game, brah.”

“Yeah...”

And once I’m out, I’m not paying attention to the rest. Guess I’m not a good spectator, but I don’t think any of us know who we’re supposed to be cheering for. It’s just weird to take sides for something like this. Or maybe it’s just me. I’ve never been that big on the whole sports scene. 

For some reason, Yuki versus Kaichi is next—two guesses who wins that one—and then Kanagi versus Mahavir. Whether Mahavir would have won in better condition or not I’ll never know, but Kanagi sweeps it. And Kaichi’s no competition for her.

Not much of a tournament, huh? Probably comes with the territory when only one person in the class got invited as a Super High School Level athlete. Then again, that may not be a foregone conclusion. I’m pretty sure it’d be even less of a competition if Otoya was here.

“.......”

I’m not sure what hit me just now. Probably grief? Doesn’t quite sting enough. Guilt? Maybe. ...Wistfulness? I don’t know. It’s still too hard to untangle the emotions. The best description I can put together is just a sort of dull throb in my head.

I... miss him, I guess. Odd thing to say about someone I barely ever saw, but. You don’t have to hang out all the time to be friends.

“W-we’re… fr-fr-friends, r-right?”

"......”

Before the fourth case, I hadn’t really had to deal with this kind of loss. Kazusuke? Not even close to friends. Mary Jane? Same. Kokoro? Probably close, but we just didn’t have time to get to know each other. Aidan... betrayed me, I guess? At least, that was the easiest way to think about it. And...

...he’s also alive now, so not a great time to be thinking about his loss.

But then Arthur, Itsurou... still pretty neutral. And if we’re talking about betrayals...

“...”

I can’t even feel bad about sending her to the chair. Even if it seemed like we were basically friends, it was all a lie. Maybe she did care for me, but she sure wasn’t the person I cared for. She acted like someone else had done her harm instead of her doing the harm herself.

I hate people playing the victim. It just makes it harder for real victims to...

“Yo, brah?”

I jolt and find myself in the gym. Good to know I didn’t wander out.

“What?”

“You’re playing, right? Even if ‘s not really teams, might ‘s well keep ‘m even, yeah?”

“Uh...” 

What are we doing now? Something with tennis balls that isn’t a team sport but vaguely is? That... What kind of inference can I make from that?

Is this what it’s like to be Kaichi? Horrifying.

“Uh, yeah, just give me a sec.”

“No prob.”

With that, I retie some laces that didn’t really need it and head to the side of the gym with fewer people lined up.

Let’s do whatever I signed up for now, I guess.

Beats thinking too much.

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