#god i hate my job but theres some good stories in there

[moonsaver]

I READ YOUR POST (and also anon!) ABOUT REBELLIOUS! VERITAS/RATIO, GOOD LORD..

Your writing is very good! And I like it! I'm having it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, everytime

BUT LIKE, LISTEN TO ME, WHAT IF S/O WAS REBELLIOUS LIKE HIM TOO. But not like actually him, just typical rebellious student back then. Like, breaking the rules, pissing off the teachers, etc

AND, HIS S/O IS LIKE NOW, NORMAL. A PROFESIONAL, and probably embarrassed of their phase back then. I do see them being Friendly and chilled with Ratio?? Or like "Oh crap, it's the old rebellious dude that tries to teach me random smart stuffs"

But in my opinion, I do see S/O just being like "Oh, what's up Ratio" and just being neutral. Greeting him whenever they passed by or see each other again, while also slightly joking about the things Ratio tried to teach them back then. As they told him that they actually listened to his teaching.. Even though it's.. Well, it's used by unsuccessful methods

BUT ALSO, YOU KNOW HOW XINYAN WOULD TELL EMBARRASSING STORIES ABOUT SHEHNE AND GANYU?

S/O WOULD DO THAT, telling Ratio old rebellious phase embarrassing stories to his students whenever they feel afraid of him. Like

"Oh, did you know that your professor (Veritas Ratio), used to talk so much about our teacher that just give the slightest wrong formula, to the point he keeps getting send to the office? Hah! I was there!"

As Ratio stood there with hidden embarrassed look, as he tries to hold the urge to not shut S/O up.

I'M SORRY IF I'M BOTHERING YOU, THE VOICES ARE COMMANDING ME... THE VOICES OF MY SIMPING FOR RATIO.

QNON ANON QNON!!!!YOU ARE FEEDING ME TOO I PROMISE YOU CAN BOTHER ME (its not even bothering me i love these asks),,, THE TENSION THAT IUST DISSIPATWS HAHAHA WAIT WAIT

Under the cut,might be long!

Soso, you're the rebellious kid who's butting heads with the other jerkwad, the only difference between you two is that he's just a nerd on top of being a rebellious kid. He's the "worst" of both worlds.

It's a very cliche enemies to strangers to acquaintances who respect each other to tension between possible lovers. Its kind of funny.

In your student days, I imagine the moment both of you see each other in the hall, you scowl at each other. Or make fun of something the other has. Maybe he's lugging a bulky art project and you make fun of him saying he looks like a turtle dragging his own shell. Maybe you left your bag's zip open and Veritas comments on how "devoid of knowledge" it is, "like your head" (you forgot all your books somewhere, your bag is completely empty). God forbid either of you tried something experimental and the other catches a glimpse of it. If they're not within talking distance, they'll shout on the top of their lungs. To both of you, the louder it is the more humiliation is involved. You'll find this method is often used by Veritas, as he openly quizzes you and chides LOUDLY that you're a BUFFOON and an IDIOT for not knowing a SIMPLE FORMULA. You decide to retaliate by stealing more than half his stationary, so now he has to scramble to gather extras and literally no one helps him cause he's a jerk lol.

Everyone on campus absolutely either hates it or loves it. Theres fanpages of you two with cringe edits,or those really well-made shitpost ones. Sometimes your classmates just bait the other to go a certain place just so you two cross paths and stir up a lot of trouble. The teachers are all done with both of you.

Cut to the future (or present?), reader's a professor too now. Let's assume either of them is unaware when they join the job (as implied by the request).

I imagine professor reader, if they manage to stay calm and just.. talk normally, it does give Dr. Ratio some whiplash. His pride demands he straightens himself out though, so it's not too soon before he himself drones on about some or the other tedious topic. You mention the past and how often you used to butt heads, and Veritas' first instinct is to immediately retaliate the way his past self would have done; but he stops himself in time, and sighs at it. You've painstakingly ingrained that response into him. But he's still slightly embarrassed nonetheless. It's not too soon before the conversation becomes more relaxed (I mean.. considering Veritas,as relaxed as he lets it be), and as a form of "nostalgia" he brings up all the questions he used to ask you back then, only to be pleasantly surprised when you give him detailed but professional answers. It's not too soon before he learns that you've become a professor aswell. Dr. Ratio congratulates you – with reservations of course, which is completely thrown out the window when you tell him you knew all of this because.. you listened to him.

Ugh. Don't make him feel so sappy. A part of him detests it; warming up and being all chummy with a hopeless classmate of all people. But a part of him is.. kind of happy about it.

Which is promptly changed the moment you also realize he's a professor now.

And that his students aren't spared from the nostalgia either.

He's bursting through the door, jaw dropped, angry and shocked face as you prattle on about how much of an asshole he was back in the day to his students. For a moment, he contemplates whether he should just throw chalk at you and make an example of you to his students, or drag you out. After a few seconds of paralyzed contemplation, he immediately grabs you by the back of your collar and drags you out before something else comes out of your mouth.

It's almost the same all over again – both of you bickering back and forth as he's all pissy about you spilling everything to his students! You've positively tarnished his reputation! Perhaps he shall tell your students how you used to walk around wearing a lanyard and a shirt with the institution name written on it in big, bold letters on the first day? Or that time you tripped and faceplanted right into the trashcan while you complained about his (axe bodyspray) deodorant?

Ugh.. he'll just deal with you later. Although he won't admit this even to himself.. it's nice seeing you again. He didn't think of that, it must be the headache you gave him that's making him think all weird.

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[1eos]

May I have some lovely book recommendations on this day <3 😁😁 I'm trying to read more this next year

you sure can!!!!! i'll list my fave reads of the past few years:

convenience store woman by sayaka murata -one of my fave books of all timeeeeee. its basically about a woman who just doesnt fit in into 'normal' society and even tho she's happy ppl feel like she shouldnt be bc she's not progressing w everyone else. if you've been the weird girl ever this book will

ring shout - p djeli clark. a historical fiction novel where the kkk are like demons and theres this organization of black hunters. its action packed but what makes it so amazing is the emotional growth of the characters :') an all time fave

the vanishing half - brit bennett. another AMAZING historical fiction book. its abt family lines....and colorism and twins and what it means to be white passing and privilege and generational trauma. it honestly has toni morrison core vibes where there's a lot of pain but thru love all is healed!

there's no such thing as an easy job by kikuko tsumura. a bit of an eclectic read. this woman takes on different jobs and they each give her grief in a new way. very relatable esp if you hate your job 😭

the vegetarian by han kang. THEE GOAT. i will recc this book until the day i DIE. and even then. its technically a horror story abt the fallout after a woman has a dream/vision and decides to stop eating meat but its sooo much deeper than that. its such a great look at how, as a woman, everything abt you is subject to critique down to what you eat

parasite eve. thee classic scifi horror the video game was inspired by! think frankenstein but there's a love story underneath. but also you question if it was love at all bc what if the mitochrondria inside of us are just manipulating everything we do? i loved it! writing style is a bit clinical but idc

my sister the serial killer by oyinkan braithwaite...i read this one in a single day it was THAT GOOD. sister is a serial killer and the fucking implications and fucked up shit that comes from lookism and family expectations and misogyny tbh. love it~

annihilation by jeff vandermeer. the first in a series but you can just read the first one. its sooooooooooooooooooo good. its a scifi book about this mysterious barrier off the coast that's slowly expanding and inside nature is reclaiming its space and most everyone that enters the barrier never returns.....another quick read bc it will have you HOOKED

yellowface by r f kuang. i don't usually enjoy satire but r f kuang really TOOK IT THERE. this is the most infuriating book you'll ever read but in the best way. this white author w an inferiority complex objectifies her friend that she secretly hates and then steals her friend's book. only thing is the friend is proudly asian and her book is abt specific cultural history so the white girl does diet yellowface and is just a massive bitch

beloved by toni morrison. how do you sum up beloved? i cannot sum up beloved. if i had to sum up beloved i would say 'love is a haunting but not every haunting is love and the only thing that can clear a haunting is love'

in the dream house by carmen maria machado. god probably the best prose i've read all year. a really beautiful but bittersweet autobiographical novel about a bisexual woman's experience with a fucked up abusive relationship and how subtle abuse can be. heavy subject matter but handled soooo beautifully.

the only good indians by stephen graham jones. WHEW. this is a horror......and this book will take you for a fucking ride i'll tell you that. its abt a group of native american men who were childhood friends and due to one mistake they're all haunted by...something that wants to get revenge on them. this book had me going 'DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?' multiple times

[shlubbiehubbie]

uwu rawr this is my lore if you even care <3

so theres this guy. ive known him for over a year and we got along really well from the moment we met. long story short i fell in love with him. and it happened on accident. we were friends and i catch feelings for him but never get confirmation if he did or didnt feel the same.

heres the long story lol. we were really good friends like we both lived on campus so we hung out everyday between work and classes. we texted and called every goddamn day. we always met up when we had time. i remember feeling the desperation in a text he sent quickly followed by a call insisting he had time after a meeting to hang out and have dinner together. we even started a club together JUST TO BE ABLE TO HANG OUT MORE AND IN NICER VENUES!!! we just wanted a club where we could play jackbox games and watch movies and shows together. im telling yall he was so ideal. ive never felt so safe with someone before. i even introduced him to the solar car club at our university so we could be on the media and marketing team together. god we were almost inseparable. and he acted different when it was just us vs us with other people. he was clearly very comfortable with me. he would even tease me! he loved getting a reaction out of me. and we would laugh until our sides were sore or we were dying on the floor. we were such good friends and at some point i caught feelings.

we did so much together in the span of almost 4 months. i was having trouble with school due to the death of my grandfather, loss of my job, and being placed in 3 classes i already took at my community college (i was a transfer student). i was expected to do more than i should and felt punished for not knowing all the right channels to go through to get shit done. i felt so tired of the bullshit i didnt think a degree would be worth it at that specific university. but i didnt want to leave my friend. i had a lot of friends but this one in particular was special. this was my newest best friend who i spend countless hours with. he knew i was making the choice to drop out after that semester. the signs were clear he was going to miss me. he hugged me like it was the last time he was gonna see me. he doesnt like hugging and i can remember that embrace like it happened yesterday. i did not want to leave him. i loved him. so what do i do? i give him a card saying thank you for the memories and go no contact on him for 8 fucking months. i got over the worst depression of my life because i missed him so fucking much AND i felt like a failure for wasting my time and money on a school that clearly didnt care for me. i was going to CAPS almost once a week even when i was a student.

anyway. i get over the depression. i pick myself back up. i make great friends through the smiling friends fandom. i meet someone who sounds and laughs like my friend. what are the fucking chances. i am encouraged by new friends to reach out to my uni friend. i take my time but i finally do it. i reconnect with other friends and they encourage me too to call the friend ive been missing the most. and…he doesnt pick up. i want to cry. i feel like a failure again. but i think “maybe he called back?” HE DID. AND I MISSED IT! ACK! so i call him back. he picks up. we say our hellos and how are yous. i apologize for the radio silence and say i thought he hated me. he says “no no no no no no i dont hate you dont even worry about it.” im in love again. and the gentleness of his tone? are you fucking kidding me? we talk for like an hour and then i finally let him go to finish packing before he moves back in. i see him the day he moves in and i meet his parents for the 2nd time. after that we start hanging out again but a little too often. we set up proper boundaries after i have a mental breakdown bc he is the only one of my friends from last year that actually missed me and wanted to see me again. he said he wanted to see me again.

the last time i saw him was september 8. i was escorted off campus on the 9th and the 11th due to depressive episodes during both incidents (undiagnosed and unmediated at the time). i was institutionalized from the 14th to the 19th. i still havent seen my friend. i am officially banned from campus and i miss my good friend everyday. i wrote poetry about him that i may never share. i love him. i always will. what sucks is so many things remind me of him. i feel sick when i get reminded of him because i cannot physically be near him and i just miss him that fucking much. i’m hopeless. but i do think i will see him again even if it is not soon. its killing me to wait to see him again. fuck my stupid baka life. god i miss that goober!

[nonbinary-sticks-the-badger]

just did a (spoiler heavy) thread on twitter for everything i loved and hated in sonic 3 so i may as well put it here

id like to say i dont think it needs to be a perfect adaptation of sa2 and i think they were right to NOT do that!!! the most obvious part being presenting shadow as nothing but a threat until the reveal is impossible now, seeing as sa2 is such an astronomically popular game

good: i LOVE how they expand upon maria. in game canon, i kinda hate how shadow and maria have only known each other for like. a few months. a year maybe. my ideal version is super fanfic-y so i think this is the perfect way to do it in a normal, canon-sounding way [tangent: my "ideal" way of shadow and maria in game canon is maria being sent up when she was about 2 and dying when she was specifically 17. this is because it means she still gets to be shadow's older sister and shadow gets to age at a normal rate. literally just because i don't like the idea that shadow doesnt age/ages slowly. so i can draw old shadow weinkly. thats literally it.]

bad: THEY LEFT OUT HER TERMINAL ILLNESS???? idc what you say about how good her story is that's just plain ableism

good: shadow is so good. soooo good. he's so fluffy and cute and pretty. literally the only nitpick i had was "he's a bit too cute because i couldnt find him menacing" but then i remembered my perception of "cute" is somewhat warped lol

bad: literally nothing shadow was just as peak as he was in sa2. only complaint i might have is i prefer his game VAs (other than kirk. kirk i love you and you get too much hate but um. theres way better) but even then i think keanu did a really good job

good: i think gerald was. oh. gerald was alright. it's genuinely so impressive how they pulled off him and robotnik being played by 1 actor like jesus christ!!! and i think the direction they went was good too.

bad: he's annoying and i dont like him and idc it should have been rouge hell i dont even care if rouge is a human to save money it just should have been rouge

good: TAILS IS ACTUALLY GOOD AND IMPORTANT AND I LOVE HIM YAYYYYYYYY HE DOES STUFF HE CONTRIBUTES HEAVILY TO THE PLOT YAYYYYYYYY HES SOOOOO FLUFFY HES SO. TAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

bad: tails they could never make me hate you there is nothing bad to say ❤️ go and eat some mints ❤️

good: I ALSO LOVE KNUCKLES WACHOWSKI!!!!!! YAYYYYYYY!!!!!!! knuckles is so good in this film and because i didnt mention it in the tails part the team sonic dynamic is soooooo good like sonic heroes level good

bad: knuckles they didnt even make me hate you in the knuckles show i just hated everything else ❤️ [tangent: tbf i didnt really watch the knuckles show but my brother did and. ugh.]

good: i love how sonic is in this film like it reminds me of boom!sonic in a way with how he's both slightly less mature than game sonic and also Ready To Kill if prompted. ok maybe him being like boom!sonic is a stretch i just love sonic boom so much

bad: i mean hes kind of annoying but hes annoying in the typical sonic way so i have to excuse it. i do prefer game sonic because he's cooler but movie sonic is cute so yayyyy

good: maddie had a role!!!!!!! maddie!!!! was important to the plot!!!!!!!!!

bad: i dont like tom :(

good: THE STOBOTNIK... POOR STONE OMG... DOOMED OLD MAN YAOI... I LOVE AGENT STONE WITH MY WHOLE HEART LEE MADJOUB YOU ARE AN INTERNATIONAL TREASURE

bad: because the parallel is a love triangle from a telenovela it makes eggy and gerald have weird. incestual undertones. probably unintended but it did make me ever so slightly uncomfortable

good: OVERALL this was a brilliant film and i needed my inhaler by the mid credits scene. like i was desperate for the toilet for the whole final act and i SPRINTED to the toilet and back when the credits started because i didnt wanna miss anything

bad: please for the love of god include more women and also if theres any israeli propaganda in future sonic stuff (thankfully not this) i will execute you

theres probably more i can yap about but that's the important stuff i think

[thetidemice]

PLEASE watch summercamp island its so good its so silly its got that thang where random stuff in the first season is built upon and makes a complex lore, theres a he/him lesbian, mini stories, all sorts of stuff. i still have to find where to watch the last season because hbo max nixed it before it released, but its so good

!!! it sounds so lovely!!! i cant believe i put off watching it a few years ago (some guy called it ugly.. not even true. i love looking at it i think the way they developed julia pott's style for animation is really cute and charming. same thing happened for clarence but now sometimes i see clips of it and its genuinely funny idk what the hate was for). i watched some episodes last night and the pacing is so light and refreshing and nonserious and sincere all at once.. it's a nice breath of fresh air since i havent watched cartoons in a while. it reminds me so much of adventure time and over the garden wall (particularly the animal school and greg's dreams! super whimsical and offbeat and straightforward. how we see the world when we're children)

and thank god:

i felt a hyperfixation forming for this show before i even watched it but i've seen how many people love susie and she does deserve it. my first impression was that she was a kind of over-it 20-something who just wants the kids at her camp to not die but she is perpetually 15 and an utter bitch (who genuinely thinks her meanness is charming) god bless. i believe it's also julia pott who voices her and she does a brilliant job. her voice stands out where most of the main cast are american (and because i'm an accent freak i find hers interesting it's sort of a mix of a standard london accent but instead of pronouncing the t in a word like "better" or dropping it for "be' er" she uses a slightly more american "bedder" while still not swapping the -uh sound on the end for a more rhotic -err). anyway she's the high-maintenance butch representation we need in media, i LOVE her eyebrows, & i cant wait to see her get more complex and sympathetic as time goes on.

going back to the main characters, oscar and hedgehog are the best protagonists!! he's incredibly nervous! she's an academic weapon! they grew up together and are the perfect vessel for these silly stories to be told. i appreciate your wisdom and i will definitely be watching more of it!! i will have more to say about it and might end up doing some art for it because the charm of this show is irresistible.

as for places to watch... i heard they got major fucked over by HBO max.. even if it was all on there i wouldnt be able to watch since i'm in the uk. i wish i could stream it somewhere where i could fully support it, but for situations like this, these two are my secret weapons - there are little to no adverts and none of them are gross or for nsfw sites. they're both clean and they WORK:

[honeybeewhereartthee]

MY DARLING DOLLS 59

PREVIOUS || PT 10 CH 59 || NEXT

When he think about what happened to him, it makes him wonder if he should just go to the flow. Through as he think of that, he look at something taste in front of him, something blue and glowy.

• "ahm.nom.nom." •

he don't even realize he already nom the blue thing like an instinct taking over and he realize he might nom something... Or someone. As memories flash to his mind. Ah it seems he eaten his alternative self in this world. Oopsie.

Because of a quirk or at least he think a duty he once have in the past, he can view the future, present and past of the soul. With that knowledge he discovered what type of world he is in, what supposed to be the fate of the Kanata Shinkai of this world.

• " darling dolls.... "•

He was confuse at the concept of dolls but he does know some clans back in his world does work with puppeteer and dolls. But the one in this world is different. Far different.

And the job of his alternative self in this world is to help the dollmaker to make perfect doll body for poor unfortunate souls. He thought about such job as he bounce around in his fluffy form.

• " ah..... What if I... "•

With such important jobs that's related to his previous job back in his world. It is possible for him to bring forth some souls from his world to be born in this world too.

• " then... I can meet with everyone again."•

He can't help but jump up and down. It's such a wonderful plan. But then he look at the world around him.

•" if I do that... I will taking the chance of others.... It's not godlike to do so. " •

Feeling dejected he could even think of such evil, he was blown by the wind and he did nothing about it. Before long as he landed in one of the wisteria field he saw more fluffy souls that look like him, hanging around the place.

•" ahhhhh! It's... It's... My friends..... Alter self .."•

He realize who those fluffy fluff are and was sudden so excited but stop when he realize it's not really his friends. He limp again in the grass feeling more dejected and sad.

The fluff of his life eccentric friend rub against him. Trying to comfort him. He fuzz up but did not run away. He felt comfort by the hugs of those alter friends. But he felt sad when he think about his own world friends. People that will now be all but a memory of who remembers and cares.

He felt himself crying and the rain began to pour, he look up with tears falling. His new friends was worried and all carried one another to a warm area for shelter even so it's not needed. All the fluffy gather around to have a cozy sleep.

The dragon kin find peaceful sleep with his new friends embrace. He finally stop crying and the clouds all clear up outside yet those fluffy souls all sleep peacefully.

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Many time have passes by. The little dragon kin find himself interested in the story of this world. By just tickling the fluffy souls he can take a glance in the future of the world, he learn the story of how almost all of them encounter someone important in the future.

But he can't see that person face. That person who made a home for those fluffy unfortunate soul and give them chance to be human. To live a mortal life and enjoy what life can give them.

He wonders why such person exist in this world. Theres bound to be a catch to such personality. There's no pure good or pure evil in this world or his past world. Life is not black and white after all.

Even so he says that's his quite interested in meeting such person to see what kind important Character that person is to this world. Those people seems to spawn close to such eventful world after all.

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One of the things he learn in those years in isolation in the void. It's a hateful flow a god shouldn't have. Is to hate and loath someone or something, so deeply.

For him, he hated the so called idea of his world ending is long before it's time have been known, yet nothing can be done, no one believes there's something they could do against such awful fate.

The jade emperor, heavens own ruler, tries to calm the three worlds but leads nothing but false hope. The leader of mortal raise tried to look for different ways to be saved but all comes useless and and hopeless. And.... He of the third realm.

—Can only mourn at the idea some people have long wish to not see such end and ask for their souls to be saved by the god of non living. That maybe their souls could pass on something anew but save from catastrophe. Or their souls could be a help. Some illusion a person can say, as a way of comfort but in the end....

There's nothing left....

....There's nothing left....

But a failure of a person that's shouldn't even given grace to be saved.

Nor should it given chance to that hateful fiend who destroy it all.

That's why he disliked the outcome he have become to the point he disliked that alter of that person.

No. His hate. It could be justified as there's a branches of possible future of this world where that alter will take away the important person to his friends alter in this world....

That's right. That person never change even in this world. Beside as a god. He needs to help his friends...

He can change things and help them.

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Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

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[ineedtotouchgrassrightnow]

"Once you really love someone, all previous lovers disappear,” -Me

Y/n’s pov

Bonfires were dull; all someone could really do is sit and listen to monotonous stories and maybe eat some s'mores. If you were 'lucky' enough, you could be one of those cringey couples that laugh and flirt the whole time. Of course, others would judge you or even get a little jealous. I mean, who wouldn't want a relationship? Well, other than people like me—I hated the idea of being a gross couple and having all that public affection.

The fire grew dull, and the s'mores made me sick. I couldn't finish the one I made and ended up tossing it into a nearby trash can. “These are some of the most boring moments in my life,”

**THUD**

The loud sound scared me, making me jump in surprise. Swiftly, I ran towards the source of the noise, pulling out my weapon.

"Huh-?" Confused, I looked around for a moment before my eyes landed on the ground—a unconscious boy and a satyr. This wasn't something that happened every day. Sighing, I picked up the human boy, obviously struggling a bit.

"Oh my gods..." Barely managing to drag the boy to the infirmary, I placed him on a bed and called over one of the nurses to help. When Mr. Chiron walked in, he seemed uneasy seeing the black-haired boy in the bed. "Is everything alrigh-?" "Y/n, can I trust you to nurse him back to health?" "Why me?" "Y/N," his voice had a strict stern tone. "Fine." "Thank you, Y/n. I assume you know what to do, no?" "Yes, sir..." He walked off, leaving an unwanted boy in your hands.

???? Pov

The once unconscious boy's head was a throbbing mess; every inch of him seemed to hurt. Slowly regaining consciousness, he found himself confused of his surroundings.

"My eyes scanned around the room, and they landed on a H/C girl. Her hair resembled that of a princess, and when our eyes met, she gave me a polite smile."

"Are you up? Don't answer; you'll tire yourself out." She walked over and gently placed a pudding in my mouth. The taste was too good, but a hint of embarrassment lingered as I realized a girl was feeding me.

"Are you the one from the-" She cut herself off. "Actually, don't worry about that; it's not my business to tell." She continued to feed you more pudding. "Hu-" "Sh! They are coming!" In a rush, she quickly shoved more into my mouth, and I couldn't even feel when I passed out again.

Y/n’s POV

The boy passed out again, and a satyr walked in, appearing embarrassed as he avoided eye contact. "Is he yours?" "Mhm..." The satyr never broke eye contact with the floor, nervously picking at his horns. "Are you worried?" "N-No!? I, uh, am I, uh, just..." The satyr was a terrible liar. "Not a very good liar, are you?" "No, not really..." He started to grab nectar for the kid. "Hey, is it fine with you if I head out? I did my job." "Yeah, that's fine..." The satyr was still a mess; he most likely failed his job, but that wasn't my business. "I'll, uh, leave now," I said quickly, picking up a notebook I brought along.

Tired, I returned to my cabin. Sleep weighed heavily on my eyelids, and I rushed to my bed. The moment my cheek hit the cold pillow, something felt different from last night. An odd sensation lingered, but I couldn't quite figure out what was off. Before I could unravel what, exhaustion took over, and I fell asleep.

The following morning came like normal and I got ready normally too but yet again something felt off I didn’t feel this way before what was causing it now…? Confused I decided to just go do some training theres nothing better than training to get your mind off of things after all

My stomach then growled I should get breakfast first…

I made my way to the dining hall and saw a black-haired boy next to a blonde-haired one—Luke and the other kid. I waved at them before grabbing my plate. The camp food was okay, I guess? Not my favorite, but I didn't dislike it. I quickly finished my usual meal within five minutes and got up to go training. Surprisingly, Luke and the other kid also made their way to the arena.

Ignoring them, I grabbed my weapon and started practicing moves with a dummy, being careful not to break it again. After training for a while, my eyes went back to Luke and the black-haired kid; he was getting beaten by Luke. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle, knowing that we've all been there before. Amused by the scene, I continued my practice, occasionally glancing over at their sparring match. The black-haired kid was putting up a good fight, despite the odds against him.

As I was about to try a new move I had seen another person doing, a loud amount of shocked noises caught my attention. Quickly turning around, I saw Luke completely shocked with his sword on the ground, and the black-haired, now wet, boy had his sword on his chest. The unexpected turn of events left the training arena filled with an air of surprise.

I couldn't help but laugh at the sight. A new kid managing to outmaneuver Luke of all people? It felt like a scene from some main character's story. The unexpected twist added a touch of excitement to the routine training day at camp.

I decided to end my training there and watched the two spar. "Come on, Percy, do it again," Luke urged him on. Percy looked confident but failed miserably. He tried again, but luck seemed to escape him. Whether it was beginner's luck or stage fright, I found myself getting bored and decided to leave the arena.

I went back to my cabin when I heard panting behind me. "W-Wait!!!" I turned around to face an out-of-breath boy, now identified as Percy. "Hm?" "I, uh..." He looked down, embarrassed, before looking up again. "I, uh, want your help with training!" "Me? Why me?" "I-I look, can you just train me?" I thought it over for a second before sighing, "Alright."

We headed back to the training arena together, and Percy seemed eager to learn. As we practiced various moves, I could see the determination in his eyes. Despite his initial struggles, there was a spark of potential that caught my attention. It turned out, helping Percy train wasn't as boring as I initially thought, and the camaraderie built during the session made it a worthwhile.

"You're doing better than most people already, but we really need to find you a balanced sword."

"Yeah..." Percy chuckled nervously.

"Well, that's it for today. We should get going to the campfire before we're late."

"But I was having so much fun!" Percy whined.

"Yeah, yeah, come on. Let's go," I sighed, rolling my eyes.

As we walked towards the campfire, Percy continued to express his enthusiasm for the training. He seemed genuinely excited about learning and improving his skills. Despite my initial reluctance, I found myself appreciating the newfound bonding time. Perhaps helping Percy was a break from the routine I needed, and the anticipation of future training sessions brought an unexpected sense of enjoyment.

As we sat down near the fire, we ended up sharing stories about our lives before we discovered we were demigods. Our tales flowed until I was interrupted by a girl—it was Annabeth. She walked over and sat down next to me, her beautiful gray eyes shining due to the fire. The unexpected interruption added a new dynamic to our storytelling, and Annabeth's presence brought a certain warmth to me.

Percy looked at me, sensing something was up, but I couldn't stop staring into Annabeth's eyes to notice or care. "Y/n?" He tapped me slightly. "Huh!? Yeah?!" He had an unreadable expression. "Like I was saying, I had a bad stepdad and-" He went back to talking about his life as I tried not to get lost in Annabeth's eyes, attempting to refocus on Percy's story.

We kept talking, but Annabeth left as swiftly as she joined our conversation. Despite my attempts to focus on Percy's words, my eyes would occasionally wander to her. Each time, I'd be met with the annoyed expression of Percy, who seemed determined to keep my attention on our discussion.

As we said our goodbyes and went to our respective cabins, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The weird pit in my stomach persisted, like of the moments when Annabeth walked near me. However, she wasn't nearby, and I couldn't understand why I felt this way, especially since I didn't have similar feelings for anyone else. The mystery of the unsettling sensation lingered as I drifted into an uneasy sleep.

As I woke up again, that peculiar pit in my stomach persisted, a mix of uncertainty and an inexplicable emotion. Nevertheless, I carried on with my usual routine—fixing my hair and heading to the dining hall. When I saw Percy, a genuine smile couldn't help but grace my face. We sat down, engrossed in conversations about games and our favorite things. Eventually, our routine fell into a pattern: waking up, sharing meals, training, and the recurring unsettling feeling before sleep. The cycle repeated, leaving me grappling with the strange emotions that accompanied each day week after week.”

It wasn't until one day, as we sat at the campfire, Percy seemed about to confess something when Annabeth interrupted. "Y/n!?" "Yes, Annabeth?" I looked up at her. "I'm bored, wanna hang out after this!?" "Uh, maybe?" I laughed nervously. "I mean, it sounds like fun?" "Okay, let me grab something first!" She walked off. When I turned back to Percy, he seemed off. "What were you saying?" "Forget it." "What's wrong?" "Nothing, just tired. I'm going to sleep early." "Oh? Uh, okay, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite." "Cringe." Percy walked off, and Annabeth came back, smiling. The odd pit in my stomach returned but it seems lesser than before.

The dynamic between Percy and Annabeth created a tug-of-war for my attention. As I spent more time with Annabeth, Percy's frustration grew evident. He'd storm off, only to return later, calmer, and ask to do something together. The constant cycle left me torn between the two, and the struggle to balance their presence in my life was becoming increasingly challenging. The lack of alone time added to the complexity of the situation, making it difficult to navigate my feelings and commitments to both Percy and Annabeth.

"But you promised to train with me today, Y/n!" Percy nagged loudly. "Well, she's going to help me in hand-to-hand combat!" Annabeth replied snarkily. The constant bickering between them had become unbearable. They both wanted me by their side 24/7, and I was tired of it.

"Enough! I am leaving and going to do something on my own! Leave me alone!" I snapped back before storming off into the forest, seeking some much-needed solitude.

The rustling leaves and distant sounds of the forest provided a momentary escape. As I walked deeper into the woods, the weight of the conflicting demands from Percy and Annabeth lifted, replaced by a sense of freedom. It was a much-needed respite from the incessant tug-of-war for my attention.

In the quiet of the forest, I reflected on the complexity of the situation. The constant struggle to balance my time between two friends, each with their own expectations, had become overwhelming. The solitude allowed me to gather my thoughts and decide what I truly wanted, away from the pressures of their competing desires.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I heard rustling and turned to the noise. "Hey, Y/n..." It was Percy again, offering a small, shy smile. "Can I sit down?" Sighing, I nodded, staring at the sky. "I'm sorry, but I just really like you. I like spending time with you." "Mhm," I replied, not wanting this conversation.

"I think there's something I should tell you," Percy said. I turned to look at him. "Hm?" "I-I think I like you!" He blurted out loud, his face turning a light pink. The revelation added a new layer to the already complicated situation, leaving me at a loss for words.

The revelation hit me like a tidal wave, the pit in my stomach now a tangled mess of confusion. "Huh!?" I stammered. "I'm sorry, but I just do!" Percy's admission left me reeling. It made sense, but the realization was unexpected. I wasn't a mess because of Annabeth well not right now; I was a mess because I liked Percy. He was the reason for the strange emotions that plagued my days and nights. The tangled web of feelings unfolded, and I found myself navigating uncharted territory.

"I'm sorry, we can still be frien-" Without thinking, I quickly pulled him into a kiss, shocking him. He relaxed right away and kissed back. In that moment, I had never felt so... good? The unexpected turn of events left us both caught in the intensity of the kiss, a cascade of emotions and newfound clarity washing over me.

We both pulled away, a blushing mess. "D-Do you like me, then...?" Percy asked nervously. "Are you dumb?" I teased. "Very..." We laughed, and I helped him stand up. "Let's go to the campfire before we're late." "Yes, Ma'am!" he replied playfully. "Dork."

We walked back to the campfire, holding hands, and sat down in our usual seat. I laid my head on his shoulder, laughing quietly to myself. "What's so funny, Y/n?" Percy asked. "I hate cringy couples, yet here we are..." He rolled his eyes and laughed. Maybe cringy couples can have a few good moments.

I SHOULD GO TO SLEEP NOW I HAVE A BIG DAY TOMORROW ITS FINNA BE MY BIRTHDAY!!!!

[aphrodict]

DUDEE I USED TO HATE NICASIA BUT LIKE AFTER READING CARDANS SIDE STORY BOOK SHES SO SHSJDHDJHFHF ‼️‼️💪💪 except the cheating part but like. I'll excuse it for jurdan and jurdan only

also I haven't read shattered me yet. is it good :0000

omg excuse me for getting through asks so quick this is like my favorite topic ever!!! warning mayor of yaptown is doing their job HELP

BUT YEAH SO REAL the cheqating part was . Very unnecessary but yeah its so real i thought nicasia was just a huge bully bc of book 1 ( well i thought everyone was a huge bully BWAHAHAHH ) but it ended up well like i understand why she acts like that but shes so like entitled WBAHFHSAKJHAJKH the jurdan lover in me says "i hate everyone whjo had interest in either cardan and jude" but another part of me is saying it was needed for the plot HELP

SHATTER ME YEAH that was my first actual series of fantasy books i picked up on my own (aside from harry potter & percy jackson bc i mostly gained interest for it from my parents) i mean IT COULD BE BETTER but its pretty good if i say so myself!!! theres lots of character development esp for juliette ,,, and aaron is one lovesick bastard its pretty much a love triangle thing for the first 3 books but it does get better i swear

KENJI i feel like kenji is everyones comfort character but man i love him so much hes so incredibly precious to me :pray: its a pretty long series ( around 7 books i think for the main story & then a bunch of novellas / pov books for different characters !!!!! they're all main characters though )

shatter me is like. dystopian,,, kinda thing . Overthrowing the government and rebellion. Pretty much,, like the government wants to erase culture and brainwash everyone and then theres the rebellion ofc !!! its an emotional rollercoaster really i finished the whole thing in like a week maybe 5 days cause i got HOOKED oh god this is turning to a yapfest

shatter me might seem like a typical ya fantasy book it does have some plot stuff that not alot of people like but it was pretty nice to me!! i cried a lot WHAJHASHA but the last 2 books are absolutely beautiful. like SO beautiful. and the last novella :pray: thinking of buying it js bc UGH

[malka-lisitsa]

Dear Boyfriend

It's me I'm the boyfriend

Verse: red string - Theres a few pages of paper torn and crumpled up by his trashcan

Dear Stefan,

This is not the life that I had planned for us. Not by far. I had intended for us to run away together in 1864 and spend the rest of eternity side by side. Us against the world. Immortals who's years together are as endless as our love.

But this is not that story. Forever is much shorter than I had ever intended it to be, and that makes me both angry, and scared. I am finally happy and here I am still scared for the end. The situation is the same, the enemy is just wearing a different face.

A large part of me wants to scream at you. Hate you. Hit you, how dare you do this to me, to us? How dare you wait till I have an expiration date to decide that you care about me again?? How could you? How could you do this to US? WE DIDN'T HAVE TO BE HERE. YOU PUT US HERE. YOU AND FUCKING ELENA.

......but what good does being angry do when I know my time with you is limited? The truth is, Stefan I'm scared. You think I would be used to that feeling by now, that it would be background noise but every day I wake up I am a day older, just like before- only this time it MATTERS. There's no magical fix, (allegedly) there's no way for me to avoid it this time... I am going to wither away and die, and you will look as good that day as you do today.

This isn't fair. How fucking shitty of whatever bullshit forces are out there to finally give me what ive been fighting for for 200 god damn miserable fucking years only to put an expiration date on it??? What the actual fuck did I do to deserve any of this? I just don't understand. All I ever wanted was to be happy, to get my happy ever after. The fucking cruel irony that I'm so scared of it ending that I can't even be blissful about it.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night in your arms and I am so happy..... and then the silence sets in and I remember that this will END one way or another. I don't think you realize how badly this hurts. How terrified I am. I wish love were as powerful as I had imagined it as a kid. Then all it would take to fix this was our love being more powerful than death..... but it's not.

Almost none of this is how I imagined it. How I imagined us. I wanted forever.... I got a forever of what? 20 years looking this good max, and another 40 or 50 looking like a decrepit old hag? Forever went from an eternity to seventy years tops... I'm fragile now, so any time I fall sick or ....straight up fall all of that could be cut short. Not to mention all the people who's shit list I'm on just got a lot easier of a job taking me out.

What is how I imagined it, on the other hand... is how it feels to be in your arms. How it feels to be the one you look at when you think I dont know. How it feels to kiss you. How it feels to hear you whisper I love you when you think Im asleep. How it feels to be tangled up with you in the sheets, how it feels to fall asleep listening to your heart beat.... how it feels to be loved by you. None of that has changed. All of it is still more precious to me than anything you could ever imagine.... all of that is everything a little bulgarian girl wished for on a shooting star in the 1400's... You are my dream come true...

I just wish I was strong enough to be the fearless girl you think I am.

Then I wouldn't be so scared to lose all of this. TO lose us.

Maybe the universe will smile on us and some kind of fix for this pathetic state I'm in will present itself. Maybe I will get to be immortal again and we will have forever... true forever.... of course I'm always going to hope, and fight for that.... for you...

But on the days that I'm too tired to keep fighting. On the says I'm too weak to stand, and I fall to my knees and sob and take all of my fear and anger out on you... I'm sorry. I'm trying... I'm just scared. I've already sat by for 147 years unable to touch you and helpless to watch you live your life without me.... I don't want to do it for eternity on the other side too.... Im just scared Stefan....

So I hope you can forgive me for the days I am a bitch to you. This isn't how I wanted to be... but I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you. Even after I'm gone.

Katherine

[whatsnothappening]

Something Normal

I feel like recently i have just given short stories in a way of how i have been doing. AGAIN, i have no clue who or what im doing this for. The thought of someone reading what is pretty much my journal and saying ugh thank god im not alone sounds wonderful. but at the same time i feel like most of the time i am just rambling on and on about absolutely nothing and then i go back and read my past troubles or thoughts and think girl get a fucking grip. Well, i guess at the moment i would like to just say that things have been good. hectic but good. and i think if things weren't a little hectic and challenging then what good would be of my life? i would be bored. About a week ago i accepted a position with my job that involves teaching other employees. it is technically glorified training but i am teaching them techniques and how to stay healthy and keep your tools and body in shape while moving forward in your career. i am a little afraid to say exactly what it is that i am doing because i like to keep what ever this is im doing anonymous. but lets just say i am a glorified trainer. but i take a lot of pride in that because the career path that i have chose for myself involves a lot of creativity and strong thinking and willingness to talk to other people and infornt of crowds. so for people who are new to the career i have a soft spot for them because i always think back to how i felt when i first started. T E R R I F I E D. No other feelings. just raw unfiltered fear. So anywho, that has really been a plus side for me. which involves a pay raise. which is always nice considering how expensive everything is anymore. So i am super happy about it. but at the same time i am so nervous because it is something completely out of my comfort zone. i guess at this point in my life i have relied on leaning on my husband to do the uncomfy parts of life or honestly holding my hand through it pretty much. OR just hiding from uncomfy situations. well now is my time to shine. because i am very uncomfortable because this job involves a lot of traveling which is so nerve racking and it also involves a lot of public speaking and teaching. which is cool but also scary. i feel confident. but there is still always that little voice saying BITCH WHAT THE FUCK DID WE GET OURSELVES INTO. but all in all, it is a good thing. i just have the jitters. another positive i have started reading books again which is soooooo nice. it is a wonderful little way to just get away from everyday life. i hate that i am ending this so quick but i am exhausted and i just decided to jot some stuff down last minute and it is 1:30 in the am. so i think i am going to go sleep finally. also i took a tolerence break from weed. so wish me luck...... theres one hectic slightly negative thing to add into the mix.

[nintendont2502]

An (Uncomprehensive) list of sandwich related crimes I've been forcibly made an accomplice to

- A chicken classic footlong with tuna

- A double meat meatball sub with double chicken classic

- Every type of cheese on one sub

- Steak and seafood

- Literally any sub with seafood

- Subdogs

- A sub being microwaved instead of toasted (disturbingly common)

- An uber order for just a bread roll. No meat, no cheese, no salad - just an uncut white roll. They paid 20 AUD (not including delivery) for something you could get for like 3 bucks at Woolies

- That one time someone asked me to toast their sub three times

- Anyone who pays for beetroot or avocado (I usually "forget" to charge them if no ones looking but sometimes I forget to do that (or they're an asshole))

- That one time there was red shit all over the floor and we genuinely couldn't tell if it was blood or raspberry

- Every time I've mixed lift and Fanta together because it tastes good

- I think I sneezed near someone's sub once. They didn't say anything.

- One time someone bought our entire stock of turkey to feed his dog. There's nothing wrong with that it was just an incredibly bizarre thing to experience at 10 am. Also I didn't know how much to charge him for so I just kept hitting the "Turkey 6 inch add-on" button until it looked right. (Also turkey is the most annoying meat to prep)

- I dropped an untoasted garlic and cheese toastie once. There was mozzarella everywhere

- I also dropped someone's toasted chicken strip's sub in the salad bar once

- The uncomfortable amount of times i/my coworkers have dropped something in the tuna or seafood, and just dug it out and put it back

- There are absolutely no cross contamination procedures here please for the love of God don't even come in if you're allergic to a single ingredient. Everything's touched everything

- sometimes I just stand in the fridge when it's hot and/or I don't want to do my job

- I cut myself breaking down boxes today. I don't know how

- We're meant to count out the amount of pickles we put on subs (6 for a 6 inch, 12 for a footlong). I've literally never done that. I don't know how to count

- My first time working the till someones card never went through and I just didn't say anything until they left. Then I just told my coworkers that the card payment prompt never went away even though they paid. They believed me

- I eat the choc chips left on the trays after the cookies have been flipped sometimes

- Someone broke in once, and all they did was break the toilet lock and leave

- I've eaten melted cookie dough that we couldn't use multiple times

- I've seriously considered eating the raw capsicum multiple times. The only thing stopping me is the cameras

- 90% of the time at work I'm just thinking about homestuck (horrifying)

- I was put in charge of the store music *once* and everyone complained about it. (So did I to be fair - I was playing the first non-explicit playlist I could find)

- Near the end of my shift this woman came in who was *obnoxiously* cheerful. Like she sung and posed when she walked in, she kept yelling at her friends and tapping on the glass excitedly (and dropped the glass screen on my arm). I had to serve her on tje till, and after she told me that she and her friends had had a wild night and were still pretty buzzed, I looked her in the eyes and said "haha I wish that was me right now" in the deadest tone possible

- im like 90 percent sure she was still on something

- this one guy used to come in all the time and order carrot "for colour". I miss him.

- where are you carrot for colour guy :((

- i almost choked on ice at the end of the night trying to prove a point to my coworkers

- one time we were out of almost everything, and we genuinely considered closing at 11 in the morning because we couldn't serve anyone

- I hear the uber incoming order sound in my sleep sometimes

- people keep tapping the glass FUCKIGN STOP WE ARENT FISH

- someone kept tapping the glass with their keys and I wanted to scream

- every time someone pronounces macadamia as "macadamian" I lose a year of my life

- every time someone pronounces Chipotle as "chip-ottel" I gain a year of my life because that shits hilarious

- there was once an hour long debate in the work group chat about what cookies were the best. Someone called someone else racist + claimed they called a homeless guy the n word

- in the same group chat someone once sent shirtless pictures of themself and also this

[cinderspots]

Look.

I didn't want to do this.

I didn't wanna be the person, who dragged an individual relentlessly, but circumstances change. And sometimes people, don’t know when to stop.

I do not take this lightly, concerns have been raised, and i have never once ever done this before because i have never had a reason to do so.

Now I do.

So.

Dear @doomslayer81

This is for you.

...

First! I am going to put a series of tags of people who are alright with their identity being shared. Some stories have anon tellers simply because they don’t want to deal with the backlash. That is completely up to them of course.

@donnabenevientosimpingzone

@spacehumanwrites

@katsafaria

@sapphic-alcina-dimitrescu

Most people wished to remain anonymous.

Now, this is a callout post. Doomslayer81 has a infamous past of harassment, inappropriate interruptions of a variety of posts, a few suggestive comments, and a pattern of begging for forgiveness and repeating their mistakes.

Anonymous Quote

"Man's delusional, literally delusional. You could tell him to leave you alone and he'd still come crashing. He has no sense of boundaries, he doesn't know when he needs to stop, and he refuses to listen to anyone.

If you see this, motherfucker, let me make this clear. We want nothing, absolutely nothing to do with you. Get it through your fucking head. I am sick of seeing you harass everyone, and there are plenty of others who share my sentiment. As you are now, you are a thorn on everyone's right asscheek, one that refuses to let go.

I say this as politely as possible, just stop. We will not forgive you or give you a second chance, this is our verdict, kindly fuck off."

This anon has beared witness to multiple harassment fiasco's with doomslayer81, and has multiple friends who've been "targeted" by the blog

@donnabenevientosimpingzone

"I hate what hes doing. I'm not sure if I can say I hate him, but I certainly hate what he's doing. He has manipulative tendencies and attention-seeking. He's harassed people for me before I blocked him and now he's harassing people that I blocked him. If he doesn't change, I'm not going to stick around and be a problem for other people- I will leave. I'm tired of his actions, and this is a side blog I made for fun- not a job. This is a choice, and I will choose to leave if he continues this bullshit."

They've blocked him and in response to that hes reached out to multiple blogs, harassing them to talk to donnabenevientosimpingzone about their decision and has repeatedly shown they cannot respect boundaries. Now this conversation alone isn't exactly damning. Which is why this is next.

CinderSpots [Me]

"Oh, I dont know if they remember, but ive been down this road with them before. It wasn't pleasant being repeatedly spammed/harassed about an ask they sent me, but i managed to block them quickly. Fuck off honestly, you've done enough damage."

Oh my god i cannot express to you.

I explained, others have explained, they beg for forgiveness, repeat the mistake, beg for forgiveness again. I dont know what else to say about this, at that point i had more information regarding them as a tumblr user and soon. So will you.

@katsafaria

This is the...5th person(?) they've contacted to attempt to reach donnabenevientosimpingzone.

After they've previously harassed them.

After they've been told to stop, and leave them be. You'll notice (once again) theres a pattern of repeating mistakes and then desperately begging for forgiveness. Now if you haven't been in an abusive relationship before (first off good job, you're doing so great for a tumblr user ngl) this is a sign of manipulation and attention seeking behavior, add this on top of the mistakes themselves and the way they seem to display it, this makes me question their age as well, but that is something I cannot prove or entirely back up, simply a gut feeling I have along with a few others.

The way they are behaving is manipulative and toxic, which is why this post began. They scream, red flag

@sapphic-alcina-dimitrescu​

“Yeah, I’d like him to know that he needs to read the room, to stop harassing people. If he doesn’t understand, but people seem angry, he needs to figure it out.”

They’re hardly the first person to tell me that. The thing is, he simply doesn’t figure things out, he doesn’t attempt to figure them out either. It’s a different story when only one or two people have a problem with someone, it’s a different story when the person who’s causing problems is genuinely confused, it’s a different story when someone truly means what they say when they apologize. 

They don’t mean it, because they consistently make the same mistakes over and over again. Would you forgive someone who apologized for the same things repeatedly and never changed? 

So many people got their inboxes spammed, their dms blown up, their discords pinged over and over again. There is a line. And they crossed it, big time. A lot of my mutuals and their mutuals and other people i hadn’t really heard of yet, have had a problem. Some didn’t want to give a quote, some wanted their privacy kept. The total tally I have as a final number of when I decided to put this post together is 22. People that I know of.

Anonymous Quote

“Here’s what I would say: Stop being an asshole and get a life.”

Anonymous Quote

“I just want to say he has repeatedly interacted after being told to stop.”

Anonymous Quote

“Honestly I just want him to go away, he just...won’t stop no matter what? It’s really uncomfortable.”

Anonymous Quote

“Just stop.”

Anonymous Quote

“Please read the room, stop, leave the fandom alone, and especially stop pushing your way into conversations. Stop.”

Anonymous Quote

“I see him everywhere, a lot, he’s kinda like an infection y’know? A lot of us tries to tell him to leave us alone the nice way, but he just..wouldn’t. I needed him to stop, so I blocked him. I’m lucky that way I guess, he didn’t try to get to me through other people..”

...

It doesn’t make me happy to do this, but if I can get this many people to tell me a similar story, doesn’t that say something?

I’m not saying, go to his blog and be a dick or something, I’m saying be aware of this person. Because a lot of people weren’t and got them nothing but trouble. He shows manipulative traits, and multiple people can back me up on the fact that he feels insincere and uncomfortable. As I was writing this, I realized he’d sent me two more messages that I’d failed to notice before, and somehow they were both incredibly willfully ignorant of everything I’d told him. 

Trust me, and if not me, trust the people who’ve spoken to me and allowed me to take their quotes to this post. Block him.

Block him.

[genoc1d3r]

my turn to cry - thoughts on 3-1b

ok this has actually gotta be my favorite chapter cause holy shit so much stuff happened.

I played the Alice/kanna route and afterwards I watched a vod with the reko/shin route in which ranmaru and naomichi died before the banquet, so BIG SPOILER WARNING FOR BOTH ROUTES

Mafia Princess Sara??: Ok so first off, back in the beginning of 2020, I had a theory that Sara was a mafia heiress and that the death game was supposed to be something to “prepare” her. And that her memories were wiped or she was initially supposed to be kept blind to this whole thing (In 3-1a when everybody saw the consent form for the very first time everybody felt a sense of deja vu, except for Sara. Because why would they need her consent when she is the sole focus of the game and it’s all for her) This theory was mainly supplied by my confusion surrounding the hiring of Kai, cause why would mr Chidouin hire a former assassin to protect her?? How did he even know Kai??? But yeah, the whole thing with Shinobu Gokujo and deciding a new don through a death game just adds a lil more validity to this theory.

Sara’s real father: I also had a mini theory that Gashu Satou was her real father, but that was mostly cause of their hair color and how it would def make Sara’s hair color make more sense genetics-wise (but kai has black hair, so its most likely that his mother had black hair, which would also disprove this mini-theory but yk im not here to prove it just talk about it). And that Gashu knew of Mr. Chidouin and gave Sara to him, and it would also explain why mr Chidouin chose Kai of all people to look after her and why Kai could only watch her from a distance, in case she realized the truth that he was her brother/half-brother or something. 

GREENBLINGS CANON AAAAAAAA: I love this, I love this so much oh my god. Now I can replay and cry after 2-2 cause nankidai hates us :’). I dont have an issue with this specifically, I’m just a bit bothered by how the whole thing went. There was some buildup yea, and the cg with kanna, kugie, and shin was amazing. And that lil bit about nice hallucinations made me tear up a bit. But, then everybody kinda just moved on? and idk this whole chapter was a fuckign roller coaster I could barely keep up.

Autistic Gin <3: I’m autistic myself and I have seen many characters who are autistic-coded or exhibit many signs of autism but have never been straight up confirmed (Ex: Vera Misham from Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney). And even then, these characters usually share similar personality traits like being aloof and reserved. So it’s nice to see that Gin is representing autism in a relatively realistic manner with his hyperfixations, vocal tics, and issues with socializing. Even after nearly dying like 17 times he’s still doing well and I genuinely wish for his survival and happiness.

Ranmaru’s death: Both of Ranmaru’s deaths, (if you or if you don’t fail the electricity absorption minigame) the death feels so... off? I was really attached to him as a character, yet his death didn’t impact as much as Joe’s or Nao’s did. During his Banquet death, one second he had his really cute smiling sprite but then whoops oh no guys weird drill screw thing kills him (again). I still can barely comprehend it because it all just happened so fast. Like no cg or anything. I was honestly kinda disappointed. The “delayed” one does a better job at his death scene, but again, it was wayyy too quick and completely dismissed as everybody just moves on to defeat Maple 2.0. I at least would’ve appreciated a better transition than Midori just saying “well anyways–”

 Ranmaru’s extremely quick descent into madness in the shin route: I actually liked this idea of Ranmaru willing to go to such extremes for Sara. However, theres barely time for any of this to develop? Like again, everything just happens so fast??? I would've definitely liked if there were little hints around before the body discovery that ranmaru was gonna do something like this, just a little time for development would really be cool.

Mr. Policeman/Mr. Tazuna???: After I finished, I actually looked on the wiki to see if it said anything about his son that he mentioned and I found this: 

But yeah thats cool

The thing about Q-taro: I’m gonna say it now, I’ve liked Q-taro ever since the aftermath of 1-2, and Q-taro haters have added absolutely nothing to this fandom. Everybody saw him as a child-hater, I see him as a guy who’ll do anything to survive and succeed. I mean that wish is kinda what got him into the death game. And yeah he did try to leave that one time, but that’s what getting thrown into traumatic killing games does for you, most people don’t want to die, they want to live, no matter what it takes. We can’t all be the main character and choose to cooperate with everybody and be the “good” person in that situation. Even Sara has those extremely selfish moments and those intrusive thoughts of winning and leaving. 

This whole thing should also be applied to Ranmaru. Ranmaru has gone through so much shit in such a brief amount of time, to the point where he was considering to/actually kill people to escape with the one person he trusted in this hellhole. In that situation, Sara’s kinda at fault here, cause without Joe she’s lost her sense of morality which resulted in her becoming selfish and well... honestly kinda toxic. This emotional manipulation is really what set Ranmaru off, however it was 100% his decision to fucking kill somebody and murder’s bad. Still love him though.

But back to Qtaro, I really enjoyed the extra substance given to him in this chapter, it’s nice to see the development from being selfish to feeling deep remorse to protecting the dolls of the first trial victims, most notably Mai. As he completely forgives her for stabbing him. The chapter did a great job at fueling my already intense love for Q-taro (and it actually convinced my best friend who claims to hate Q-taro with every bone of her body to like him too!) I also love the father-son dynamic between him and Gin. I find this relationship to be really important cause Gin’s father is an abusive alcoholic and Q-taro’s an orphan who’s never had a proper role-model in his life. So it’s beautiful that despite not having anybody there for him when he was younger he can still be a good figure for another child.

Predictions/hopes for the next part: 

I just want to see whether Shin already knew about Kanna being his sister, and if he doesn’t I want a reveal. Right. Now.

A Ranmaru/Joe/Q-taro/Kai/ “Hinako” revival, p l e a se  they died so soon

More info about the people involved in the Hades Incident/Shinobu Gokujo

More info regarding Meister

Sara going on Maury

Who tf is “Hinako”????

I really hope that there isn't any specific good/bad ending. Like I want every ending to be equally bad and good yk? like equal consequences and good stuff.

Yo wtf happened to Sara’s mom?? Is she gonna come back and play a more important role in the story?? Are her parents gonna come back as floor masters???

I want things to actually change  depending on whether you picked Alice or reko, cause so far they’ve played extremely minor roles.

[dateamonster]

the good:

i feel like it does a decent job emulating the look of like janky early 3D kids show animation, and you can feel how deliberate the design of the "show" is when held up against the visuals outside of the tape portions of the game.

the puzzles are interesting without being so challenging that it throws off the pacing or distracts too much from the narrative.

most importantly imo, the found footage/analog horror angle doesnt feel like just some forced, surface level gimmick. (slight spoilers ahead) it makes sense to me for a story largely about the exploitation of a child star to be told using this twisted facsimile of the childs image.

i think its really interesting that (barring a few typical jumpscare scenes) the mascot of this mascot horror game is not actually the main source of the horror. theres a very different vibe to me from other "cute thing marketed towards kids is actually EVIL!!!1!!" games because the more you learn about "amanda" the more youre sorta made to sympathize with her. it gives the tape portions this interesting feeling as if like amanda and the viewer are experiencing the horror together.

the bad:

imo the story still leans a bit too far into the overly complicated needlessly secretive lore heavy side of things. thats pretty typical for these kinds of games, and as much as i like an open ending its kind of annoying when even after discovering all the secrets you feel like a lot hasnt been answered. its giving sequel/dlc bait. its giving lack of confidence in its own writing.

the amanda monster jumpscares, while again pretty much a staple of this kind of game, feel so out of step with the tone of the rest of the game that theyre not really scary so much as disappointing. like they basically have the impact of a flashing sign telling you to load your last save because you fucked up somewhere.

(again, spoiler warning) the hinted demon shit is so corny oh my god. i dont even hate it rly again its just kind of a tonal dissonance thing.

sort of reiterating my first point here but it makes me kind of crazy how much the ending was not an ending. like if you fuck up you just get jumpscare monsterkilled whatever but even if you do everything right its just like. ok bye. ghjkhgf its just a weird vibe after All That to just kind of send the player character on their way without even the hint of a satisfying conclusion. idk.

ok ill admit it

i think amanda the adventurer is pretty good

[taki118]

Go Watch the Venture Brothers

So just heard the complete and utter Bullshit news that Adult Swim has cancelled one of (if not the best shows) they have the Venture Bros. This series is one of those shows that for WHATEVER reason never got to the level of fandom Rick and Morty has even though they’ve been at the genre parody game longer and in my opinion better. 

The series is about Rusty Venture former boy adventurer and failing super scientist who in an attempt to keep his head above water in debt goes around with his two boys Hank and Dean, and bodyguard Brock on misadventues while various legal archnemisis go after him, such as the Monarch. 

So if you never watched or never heard of this 7 season series let me give you a break down on why you should, 

1) Art Style & Animation

Venture bros is one of those rare Adult aimed animated series that that really truly tries to utilize their medium to the best of their abilities. Season 1 had like such a small budget and corners had to be cut so it can be a little hard to watch at times. 

But with each passing season they get a little better, a little more fluid, go just a little harder and it truly feels rewarding to watch. Like seeing an artist you follow online improve over the years. Like they COULD have stayed with the choppy and stiff animation from season 1 it fit right in with its fellow adult animated shows but it didn’t. They strove for quality to have something that matched the story they were telling.

2) The Writing 

Venture Bros has some of the tightest and consistently great writing of ANY serialized show I’ve seen, adult, animated or other wise. Wanna know why? Cause it’s all done by TWO people (save for like one ep each season where one other person is allowed to touch their baby). Yeah TWO people and they work their asses off every season to interject, humor, refrences, parody, plot and character development in equal measure. 

3) Character Development

Um yes in case you were wondering that’s right an adult animated show has CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT  that holds as the series goes on. Not to give spoilers but characters will go through changes in alignment, relationships will develop and change, some characters will go through negative arcs where they are straight up unbareable for a season before coming out the other side even better than they were before. There is no end of epsiode or even end of season reset. Characters, settings, and dynamics all change over the course of the show and it feels just so god damn good.

4) Story Development 

Just like the characters the story of the Venture Bros grows and changes each season. Things that are set up even as early as season one are paid off as the series goes on. Like not to be that bitch but you know how RIck and Morty teases an overarching plot ALL THE TIME but like will often just spit in the face of fans hoping for more than like one episode a season addressing it? Yeahhhhhhh that doesnt happen here, fans are consistently rewarded for putting the time in to rewatch and really think about what happened in the series. Characters that are seen in the background or are just referenced by other characters will be brought in to be recurring characters, things that start off as a small detail or gag will be given larger relevance and each time they do this you get that “OH I remember that from last season! So thats what it was!” The writers WANT you to rewatch, they WANT you to analyze and they WANT you to theorize, and they give you a show that gives back the time you put in.

5) Parody & Reference 

This series does a great thing with parody. They make real characters  who are just as enjoyable as the characters they parody, they make story lines that both poke fun at the absurdity of the media but shows the writers love for it. So often parody and references are just used to mock the thing but with Venture Bros you feel the love and care so when you know the thing being parodied you can laugh but feel good about laughing cause they are never laughing at a thing maybe you cared for in your youth but rather laughing with it.

And it’s never just one thing. When they parody a thing its often layered with other things to make it even more unique. Scooby-Doo is overlayed with famous criminals, Laura Croft is mixed Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman, GI Joe is given the look of the Village People and so on. They never go for the easy joke or reference. Hell theres an episode that starts with them reciting the lyrics to David Bowies Space Oddity for really no reason other than they could. They weave these things in naturally with their setting and characters so nothing feels out of place. Like if you dont catch a reference or parody you dont feel like “I think this isa reference to something?” like a LOT of things do not just adult animated shows. You arent taken out of the moment cause it all feels so natural. 

6) The Characters 

God damn these characters, I could go on for hours about these characters. From main to one off these are some of the most likeable characters you can find. I mean it when I say I can’t think of a single character I wish they had cut cause they are all so well created. Even the ones I hate i have fun hating cause they were made to be that way. I’ll be good though I’ll only talk about my absolute top faves.

- The Monarchs

You ever sit and wish villain couples could have functional  healthy relationships? Well look no further than Malcom Fitzcarraldo aka The Monarch and Dr. Shelia Girlfriend (yes that is her last name). The Monarch is a high strung impulsive saturday morning cartoon villain whos tendency to over react is only matched by his unspecified hatred of Dr. Venture. And Dr. G is his nonsense partner in crime who will cut a bitch if they don’t play by their admittedly weird rules. Both characters are great on their own but are better together. Though that doesnt mean they always get along. Like a real couple they have their ups and downs they fight, break up, make-up and grow stronger in their relationship with each season. 

- Shore Leave

Ok ok so I want you to imagine James Bond, mixed with GI Joe simmering in a cocktail of the most flamboyant gay men you have ever seen and you have one of my favorite gay characters/characters in general. Shore Leave is a member of OSI (the shows SHEILD/GI Joe parody organization) he’s loud, brash, flippant, sassy and highly competent at his job loving every second of getting to beat bad guys down within an inch of their life. I love seeing him play off the stoic Brock and the two have this great brotherly dynamic that’s never called into question. He also gets to have a very cute romance with Al the Alchemist (who is also great). I could talk about this man all day.

- Dr. Rusty Venture

They did such a good job with this man. He’s a self serving, sexist, perverted, whinny, self important asshole and yet you feel pity and genuine sympathy for him and want him to succeed. You can see how Dr. V was given a raw deal by his father who seemed to care more about his adventures than his sons well being and how this molded him into the bitter man he is today, but on the flip side you can see where he chose to use that as a crutch for his worst behaviors and impulses. Seeing him slowly grow and change and be an actual good father to his boys while all the while still be a giant dick is actually really great. 

- Dr. Byron Orpheus 

Ahhhhh Dr. Orpheus part Dr. Strange Parody part busybody stay at home dad, he’s just such a delight. Dr. Orpheus is a divorcee, with an unfulfilling job of maintaining order to the cosmos (which isnt as hard as one might think), and uses his magical ablities in ways most of us would (ie menial tasks and home chores). Overly dramatic and affectionate Dr. O is a delight whenever he appears, but he’s at his best around his daughter and old friends The Order of the Triad. 

Again I can go on but all these characters ranging from main to recurring are crafted with the utmost care for you to want to see them succeed or fail, to see them again even if you know it’ll never happen, and want them to cross paths with other characters. 

The Venture Bros is one of those series that I will ALWAYS recommend even to the pickiest of humor tastes. But if you don’t believe its as good as I said or don’t think the concept is to your tastes I’ll recommend a few eps that I think best show off the base idea of the series without giving much away. In terms of plot and spoilers, though somethings wont make a lot of sense. 

- S1 ep10 "Tag Sale – You're It!" - Dr. V is having a yard sale so of course all manner of costumed weirdos show up.  - S2 ep5 "Twenty Years to Midnight" - basically a fetch quest around the world to save the planet with daddy issues - S3 ep2 "The Doctor Is Sin" - Again daddy issues but with one of the best recurring characters and a great showcase of the series deeper emotional plots - S4 ep6 "Self-Medication" - Really embraces the parody as Rusty goes to a former boy adventurer support group.  Anyway the show is 7 seasons with 80 episodes, please go watch it. I will never forgive @adultswim​ for cancelling what was to be their final season. And in closing GO TEAM VENTURE!

[lilkermit14]

Lavender & Mint

Fem!reader x Pero Tovar 

Synposis: In the conventional village of Cullfield lived an unconventional woman who served as an apothecary for the townsfolk. Stubborn and set in her ways, the woman of three tens remains unmarried and childless and plans to continue as such for the rest of her life, much to the horror and confusion of the village. But this unconventional woman has some surprises in store for her when an unconventional man named Pero Tovar rides into town, an event that will change both her and his plans forever—and may flip Cullfield upside down too.

Notes: Idk why I kept mentioning poop complications this chapter but I’m sorry and enjoy. It’s been a while but the CHAPTER is here. Please reblog!!!!

General Warnings: minor injuries, slow-burn, eventual smut, blood, childbirth

For this chapter: Non-sexual references to poop, mention pregnancy, murder, implicit brief reference to infanticide or child abandonment, pre-marital pregnancy and it’s complications in the 1400s, religious “morals”. 

Chapter 5: Garlic 

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“When was the last time you passed bowels, Mister Ashdown?” you inquire, pressing on the old man’s stomach knowing you have found the root cause of his stomach issues. He blinks for a moment thinking as he lays on your observation table, before telling you, “quite some time I’m afraid.”

“I see,” you move your hands away putting your hands on your hips, “well, it seems that you just have a case of constipation––burdensome but not something hard to fix or that will have you laying on your deathbed.”

“You sure?” he asks, almost confused, moving to rise up from the table by himself only for you to come to his assistance. You clarify yourself, “Yes, you have many signs that point to it. It can be caused by a lack of competitive foods in your diet and is more likely with old age.”

“I’m not that old,” He interjects, but you compete, “Yes, but you're old enough for a blockage sir––you’ll be glad to know you’ll live to be truly old as long the burden is treated.”

He huffs now in a sitting position with legs dangling from the table, “so what do you have so i’ll shit.”

You huff at his language, “standard garlic will help move the process along, and I’m suggesting you make sure to eat more greens and berries to clear your system.”

You always assumed that you were let free to discuss any matters with your patients when they were the only ones in the shop, as no one else resided in your residence besides you. But that arrangement had changed and you were not the only one that resided in your home, “If my cock and bowels stop working just have someone put me out of my misery.”

You turn rigid and scandalized to see the face of Pero Tovar standing in your back entrance of the shop—entered unbeknownst to you through quiet steps and a lack of clear view. Mister Ashdown has no qualms defending himself, “I’m only five tens and if my cock doesn’t work how is my wife pregnant?”

You want to scream having to hear this conversation and did certainly not want to be reminded of the conversations you were subjected to by Farrah Ashdown. When the woman at four tens and five found out she was pregnant she spared no expense in telling you how it happened. You opted to rush him along before you could get his account of what he does with his wife, “okay sir here’s your supply get going now.”

“Enjoy the shit,” you hear Pero say and before mister ashdown can respond he is out your door. You turn to Pero fury and rage evident on your face as you are prepared to let the flames of hell loose on him. All he has is a stupid look on his face as he lets out the word, “what?”

“You bastard,” you begin pointing your finger at him moving towards him with menace in your voice towards a man that stands unbothered, “you do not talk to ANY of my clients in such manner especially in my shop.”

“Why is that hermosa? I would be rude to that man outside of your business, what makes your apothecary different?” He queries again with that name, only increasing your anger and distaste for him at the moment. With clenched teeth, you answer him, “I don’t care what you say to Mister Ashdown in town, but my shop is a place of respect––a place where anyone can come for health problems even if they are embarrassing. I want people to know they won’t be judged here because if they feel like they will be, they will come when it’s too late and I can’t do anything for them.”

Pero raises his brow at you, but lets you continue your rant uninterrupted, “When my mother was still alive, a young woman at ten and six came to us complaining of diarrhea, something she was embarrassed to talk about because it was gross and she did not want suitors to find out. Turns out she had sickness from a miasma––we took one look down the town well and discovered a deer had fallen in and died overnight.”

“That was lucky,” he comments, still invested in your story despite the vile nature of talking about excretion. You continue, “Yes, and we may not have caught it so soon if she didn’t come to us. The sickness is fast acting, in hours many more villagers could have been sick, but it was only her––and she lived.”

“Lived?” you smile at his question feeling pride at the healing powers your mom had and hope you live up to, “Yes, the sickness causes dehydration quickly but if you keep the person well hydrated and area clean to prevent reinfection––they will live. This summer she gave birth to her third child at my aid.”

“So their trust is important to you?” you give him a simple nod, glad he is understanding what you were asking of him. You turn to clean up the materials you had brought out to examine Mister Ashdown, not realizing that Pero was not done with questions, “Like how that woman came to you the other day crying in distress?”

You freeze––you had really thought the interest in Mariam had ended when William had first asked you about her the day after asking if she was okay. You nodded and told him it was just feminine needs and didn’t serve much interest in men, something that usually turned men away from asking questions. Well not Pero Tovar I guess, “Why was she crying?”

“It’s a complicated matt––”

“Things of safety are something I have to worry about you know,” He interjects, and you turn your head looking at him to see something serious cross his face, “I have to keep everyone in this village safe––you in particular hermosa––and I want to know if theres something you need to tell me.”

“Part of gaining trust is not telling personal information,” you counter, pulling together to formulate a lie, “It’s nothing of safety she was upset about something––she’s a friend of sorts to me.”

You can tell he doesn’t buy it––he can probably pull the full story together even though you doubt he’s heard a single thing about Mariam’s husband beating her––but he accepts, slouching and learning against a table in thought, “William and I may go for a short hunt––there's not much action in this town I’m afraid and we could use some fresh game.”

You nod, “If you catch any pigeon, I know how to handle it so it's not gamey.”

He huffs, “We're not very good hunters I’m afraid, so you’ll probably only get that or rabbit.”

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Pero Tovar had useful traits to him––like getting you pigeons––but he was mostly an annoyance. His mere presence always had you on edge, as you waited for something, something from him. It was usually something he said but if not it was his scent or stench rather of pine and something that was him. It was also his sloppy manner, the way he seemed raised with no table manners as he ate all your meals. He spoiled Mite, petting him and feeding him table scraps much to your despair. He was also too loud, his boots filling up the cottage and shop with noise, something that never usually happened.

You lent some time today to make more bread for the household, settling at your dining table and working the necessary ingredients for dough together. Mite lays in the corner, not doing his job as per usual and watching you with some sort of interest in the mannerisms of bread making, but he was likely just hoping for more food in the future. Kneading dough you begin to imagine the dough is Pero kneading your frustration into it. You press and it is his stupid broad shoulders that take up too much space. You pull, it’s the curls on the nape of his neck that are too unruly and untidy. You slam it down, it’s that stupid smile that appears on his face when you have entertained him. God you hate Pero Tovar.

“You may want to stop before you overwork the dough sweetheart,” You stop and see Mildred Becker staring at you with an amused look on her face. You huff Jesus, what does she want, “Sorry for my state, I didn’t hear you enter.”

“Don’t worry I understand too well––I always work out my anger into the dough,” you chuckle a little thinking about how a woman with too many children works out anger the same way as you––you definitely hate Pero Tovar, “I just stopped by because I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

You perk up, “Is Cateline suffering from baby blues again.”

“No, No thank the lord––we’ve been watching over her better this time,” Mildred rounds off, and you remember despite the grievances she gives you, she is a good mother to her children. She was the first to notice that something was wrong with her daughter after the birth and came to you to talk about it. From there Cateline was able to recover and enjoy motherhood, “Something with your house guest Pero Tovar has come to my attention.”

“What did he do,” You ask, prepared to beat Pero Tovar with your broom, but Mildred settles you, “nothing he did, just something someone is doing around him.”

You raise your brow at her beckoning her to continue, “You know Stanislava Rolfe?”

“Of course,” you affirm, surprised she is asking you such a question when you have treated everyone in Cullfield five times over. Mildred continues, “Yes well, She has begun to work at the Inn as a barmaid––she did well with charming Balthasar I guess.”

You were wondering why a poor farmer's daughter’s career path interested you, but you didn’t interject, “I happened to take a quick ale there with my husband, when I noticed something with her and Pero Tovar. You see she appeared extra flirtatious with him––and although barmaids usually are flirty with men in hopes for extra coin, it was more intentional.”

You frown, how could such a beautiful young girl be interested in such a disgusting brute, “Why is she interested in him?”

“Who knows? Many of the girls around Cullfield were excited to see unfamiliar battle-hardened men I supposed,” She ponders for a moment, “all we do know is that she is likely interested in him.”

“I don’t think he is interested in taking a wife,” You contest, brushing aside that Pero would have feelings for the young girl of two tens. Mildred just gives you a hardened stare, “He doesn’t have to be interested in matrimony to want something from her.”

Oh

“Was he showing interest back?” you dig trying to figure out the full extent of what you are formulating must be a whirlwind romance. Mildred hums, “no I suppose not, but sometimes men take persistent interest as a way to have a good time.”

You bite your lip remembering that Pero did not fornicate with prostitutes but barmaids, and feel a ball of ache and pain in your stomach at the thought. Mildred instates, “I came to you about this because I want you to try to stop it.”

“Stop it?”

“Yes, make it clear he is to not have such guests,” Mildred explains, and you can tell by her tone and expression you are in for some sort of story, “You know well enough that things go arigh when an unmarried woman gets pregnant, right.”

“Of course,” you remember the chaos that erupted in families when one of their daughters ended up pregnant, and the hasty weddings that came from it. But Mildred had a different story, “although most of the time it gets swept under the rug with a quick marriage and everyone just chooses to ignore it––horrid things can happen when there's not one.”

Mildred sits down at the nearby table, in clear thought of something dark and you go to sit down at a nearby chair, “When I was about ten and eight, and old enough to understand these things, a girl was taken advantage of by a soldier in our village. She was ten and six, and him far older so he should have had the wisdom not to mess with her. What mattered was after it happened, he left with his troop and was never seen in my home village again. She got pregnant, and tried to hide it at first––her mom was dead and she had no older sisters or aunts to go to, so she was afraid to go to her father. When it became too obvious, hate inspired awful things in the leaders of the village, and by the time she gave birth it accumulated.”

Mildred takes a moment to pause, emotions brewing inside her and you feel yourself frozen in place, “she tried to talk to them, pleading, saying he pressured her––persuaded her, but they all pointed and said witch and condemned her son too. She was burn’t at the stake, and her son––well he was never seen again.”

A pause fills the air as you sit in shock, digesting what Mildred has told you, “I’m sorry you had to witness that.”

Mildred huffs, “I’m sorry too, I made sure to get a husband that would get me out of that village and landed a good one on the way––I had seen what that village did to women and children for the sake of moral value and did not intend to stay so my daughters could see too. Adultery is a two person crime that only one party, the feminine one, receives punishment for.”

“So that's why Pero and Stanislava are of such concern to you?” You assume, and Mildred nods, “Although I think Cullfield is of better standing, I don’t desire to find out what they would do if such a case erupted. The girl may be doing this because she intends to capture a man with a better job, but mercenaries rest for a few women and not those of ten and eight.”

“I can understand her intentions I suppose,” you contemplate, believing that she doesn’t hold much true interest in him, but for a better life. Mildred hums, “so is there a chance you can talk to Pero about it?”

“I already established that he is to not bring guests into my home, and I doubt they would find a secluded enough place otherwise,” you reassure, standing up, “I can even remind him today if you would like.”

“That would be good,” Mildred agrees, joining you in standing and allowing you to guide her to the door, “be on the lookout too if you see her come preying––even though he lacks true interest.”

“I will,” you say, and somewhere in your heart you feel prepared to beat Stanislava Rolfe with your broom instead of Pero.

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Gardening was no easy task but it was the most necessary task the runner of an apothecary and a household had. Today your tending to crops was more focused on your food supply rather than collecting the necessary ingredients to keep your shop running. You're pleased to see that the last of your harvest grew well, and know that your winter stock will last even with your house guest. You had already pulled out all the carrots, and beets, and had shucked the vines wounding your house of beans and brussel sprouts. You were now left to work at the tough vines of the gourds and squash, planning on leaving the single pumpkin for Pero to handle––who should be on his way home from helping Balthasar with something at his inn.

Standing up with the final gourd in hand––you see something that fills you with immediate displeasure and sickens you to your core. Pero is walking up to your house pursued by Stanislava. You don’t quite know why you feel this angry at him; maybe it’s because you gave him explicit reminders on conduct or maybe––something else. Seeing the near, and well hearing Stanislava, you attempt to think fast to try to get her to leave. Greeting them both in an unnatural kind manner, “Pero, Stanislava, greetings.”

Pero gives you an immediate strange look while his shadow is oblivious and greets you back, “I was just telling Pero this wonderful stor––”

“Oh I must ask how is your rash healing up,” You feel like clapping your hands over your lips the moment the words fly out of your mouth. Stanislava stops in her tracks staring at you blankly, “what?”

“The one I gave you the ointment for––on your groin,” Oh my God what were you doing.

Stanislava turns bright red, “Good thank you––I––I have things to tend to at home, good evening you two.”

Stanislava hurries off, and an amused smile erupts on Pero’s face, “thank you for finally scaring that crow off––she’s been yapping my ear off with nonsense for weeks––I guess you're my scarecrow.”

“Excuse me?” scarecrow, you were going to kill this man. He smiles, a genuine smile, “Yes you scared off my crow––like a scarecrow would. Plus you're covered in leaves right now.”

“Do not call me that”

“Fine mi espantapájaros”

“I swear I’ll smother you in your sleep”

“Is that a true promise for you? Like how you promised not to tell customers private information yet just shouted about the crow’s crotch rash,” at that your body works on it’s own, taking the gourd in your hand and flinging it at Pero’s chest. It was a magnificent shot, and caused the vegetable to break and splatter it’s internal organs onto Pero’s chest and neck. Pero steps back from the impact and looks down on the goop he’s now covered in, “Now, no good espantapájaros does that.”

You press your palm to your face, “Just cut the pumpkin for me and bring it inside, you could use a good bath anyway, your stench is disgusting.”

“I do not smell,” he retorts, and you ignore him, bringing inside your harvest. You really do hate Pero Tovar.

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Apothecary’s feelings––hate or nah yall?

Garlic is use to treat a lot of ailments in Arab traditional medicine, including  heart disease, high blood pressure, arthritis, toothache, infections, and––as seen in this fic––constipation. Listen, I know the constipation part is true because I ate a pesto made with raw garlic and LORD did I shit. Anything else, not quite sure but hey worth a shot if you are desperate. 

It is also seen as an immune booster for colds and coughs––in fact if you are congested from a cold putting a clove of garlic in each nostril can clear that shit OUT.  

Garlic is also believed to help asthma symptoms. IDK if it actually is true but that’d be iconic because my mom loves garlic and she has asthma. 

Garlic is my favorite seasoning. I put it in my soup. I put it in my eggs. I put it in my ramen. I put it in my burgers. I put it in my cooch––

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