#godspeed all of you who followed me for things other than this

[deepwater-abyss]

I am so sorry people who follow me I promise I will not shut up about Pacific Rim

[lemedstudent2021]

4 years ago when the dumbfuck (biden) won, i was a first year university student, nodding along solemnly when my family briefly discussed foreign and internal politics over our tea, pleased to be finally old enough to somewhat contribute to adult conversations.

i still clearly remember my aunt saying "well, he isnt any better [than his predecessor] but at least he cant be worse". the conversation moved on from there, but my thoughts lingered. i didnt know if i wanted to be a cynic or an optimist, so i drank my tea in silence.

--

this past year has been one of the darkest in our human history, the scale of death and destruction and pure unadulterated depravity is unmatched. it will truly be long before the world can hope to recover from the atrocious damage that has been dealt, if it ever does.

i wont go into details mainly because i havent the time nor interest in doing so, but the world to no ones surprise is changing, fast and taking a turn for the worse. it has been for years perhaps even decades now. in the grand scheme of things i mean.

for many of us this is nothing new per se, merely a tangible extension of our worst nightmares and fears, but for many others its a reign of terror of the most potent kind. one that will herald further losses, but this time around very few will be spared.

--

despite myself i did think that common sense would prevail and wed see the the fucker (trump) behind bars and hopefully dead and not- as of writing- about to win another 4 wretched years in office.

theres a sort of grim satisfaction seeing the bitch (harris) getting a big fuck you to the face, but its devastating to think that she is losing has already lost? to the biggest fuck you to the planet. i truly dont want to imagine what the world is going to look like 4 years from now. if there is anything left of the world to look at.

--

there isnt much to say or add i think. nothing i can contribute at least for the time being. i would however like to point to what jon stewart bless his soul has to say about the matter

esp at 02:15

sounds hypocritical to say after having said nothing but the worst, but i mean it when i believe that this isnt the end. to give up now is to doom ourselves and the rest of the world (and perhaps the trajectory of humanity itself, whos to say) into eternal darkness.

ive said it many a time on this blog before and ill continue to say it for as long as there is life in me; power will always be with the people. weve seen it time and time again throught history and before our eyes. we are a force to be reckoned with.

we do hold the power to change the tides, look how many countries fought with everything they had for their freedom, how many times we arose from the ruins and started building anew and with just as much fervour, how much damage we can do to the institutions that dare to transgress.

war brings out the worst in some but the best in others. this is a war, one the corrupt wage on the sanctity of our lives and human rights, one were all on the front lines of, for ourselves and those around us.

--

as cliche as it is, and i admit to it being so, our chances honestly are better when we move and act as one. dont be fooled into thinking our differences will seperate us; those in power follow the age old rule of divide and conquer & thrive when we are scattered and lost.

show them that our spirit is one and whole, prove to them that we wont give into their unjust demands. look out for one another and dont hesitate to come to each others aid. be kind to yourselves.

humanity as a whole literally and metaphorically depends on it.

Godbless & Godspeed

[marengogo]

Silver Lining - What If #7 : Solstice & Equinox

Listening to This is V - As Friday is Tae Day

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

🐺 — 🐺 — 🐺—

Hello my Dearest Gurls, Bois and Enbies.

It’s been a while since I made an actual post right? Oh and, for the time being, forget about that chapter 2 post, every time I resume writing it, I think about the present state of this fandom and I get so VEXED that I close the file soon after … so yeah, there’s that So, here I am, wanting to share something I thought of yesterday, something completely delulu but quite fun at the same time. 

AS ALWAYS, before we get off on DeluluLand, here is a message from our conductor *clears voice*: “Good morning, good afternoon or good evening, I trust I’m finding everyone well and ready to embark into this new trip. As today’s destination is particularly delulu and rather wishful-thinking-esque, I highly suggest bringing the toughest, biggest and shiniest tin hat in your possession, as well as your best clown clothes, with you when you disembark. Now, alas, the temperature is undesirable cold, the skies are pretty foggy and the waters are pretty rough, nonetheless, I do hope you still enjoy the journey, godspeed, this was your captain”. 

And now that we are all readily equipped let me welcome you without further ado to:

Jikook Travel Vlog Theory by Marengo! 

This isn’t a discussion about what I think the vlog will contain, but more of when I think it/they might be released, or rather, if I were jikook, which I’m obviously not, hence this being a delulu post, I would do it in the way I am about to explain. BUT FIRST, let’s see what knowledge we currently have available:

CONNECTICUT, JEJU, BUSAN, SAPPORO

Now, we know for a fact that they went to Connecticut and Sapporo to film this vlog, as eventually mentioned by JK on Suchwita. In Connecticut no thanks to an asshole we saw them with GoPros and also on their way to, and from, Sapporo, as always “courtesy” of airport warriors. So we have no doubt about those.

Jeju was a rumor that some k-jikookers had began some time last year, which was shutdown as quickly as it came out, but which, none other than our dear Tae confirmed a few months later when he made his Chuseok post on IG. BUT the question is; is the Jeju trip part of the Jikook Travel Vlog?

Last but not least is Busan. Admittedly, Busan is a super filler, guessed and projected destination as we don’t have any sightings of the both of them together last year. In fact, we only have confirmed sighting of JK with his 97 friends, thanks to a local restaurant. YET, yours truly Marengo feels that there might be something worth looking in there🕵🏾‍♀️. Considering that they are both from Busan, city that they don’t seem to despise, it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to think that they would want to add it to their travel vlog … but would nobody notice them walking around the big city of Busan? I highly doubt it. Yet more shocking things have been known to happen, so who knows right?

But Marengo - you might be wondering - what’s with the title of your post then?! … WELL

You might remember the terms Solstice & Equinox from a very distant Science/Geography lesson in your memory, their definitions are not very complex, but do not worry, it is not in my interest to shove my geeky ass upon you today. What you need to know is that we basically use this particular “occurances” to practically determine the beginning of each season. We have 2 Solstice (Winter and Summer) and 2 Equinox (Spring & Autumn), which usually occur, give or take one day around the same time of the year as follows:

WINTER SOLSTICE - DECEMBER 20/21

SPRING EQUINOX - MARCH 21

SUMMER SOLSTICE - JUNE 20/21

AUTUMN EQUINOX - SEPTEMBER 23

… So, if we follow my VERY DELUSIONAL REASONING we would have 4 DATES (or time periods) and potentially 4 DESTINATIONS.

This year's Spring Equinox has been “taken over” by VHOPE so I don’t think that we would get anything, and even though Jin will be back with us on this year’s Summer Solstice, I doubt he would be promoting right off the bat (like ... I would think he would need time to adjust a bit … BUT WITH BANGTAN WHO KNOWS RIGHT???) … Which is why, in my head, the first VLOG would come out around this year’s Summer Solstice and proceed gradually as follows:

SUMMER SOLSTICE - JUNE 20/21 2024: CONNECTICUT VLOG

This was clearly a summer themed vlog, they were on a yacht, we saw their naked backs, thanks to Jimin, basically it screamed SUMMER

AUTUMN EQUINOX - SEPTEMBER 23 2024: JEJU VLOG ??

This was part of Tae’s Chuseok post, which as we know is a fall korean celebration so yeah, basically it screamed AUTUMN

WINTER SOLSTICE - DECEMBER 20/21 2024: SAPPORO VLOG

For those who don’t know Sapporo is known for it’s snow before the beer 🤡. It holds an annual winter festival which unfortunately the boys were too early for but …, so basically is screamed WINTER

SPRING EQUINOX - MARCH 21 2025: BUSAN VLOG ????

I got nothing for you y’all 😬😬😬, I’ve never been to Busan and once again other than being their birthplace, I couldn’t tell you if there’s anything related to Spring in Busan, but who knows, it might be a … beautiful place to visit in SPRING???

As you can see, the Solstices are rather certain, but the Equinox are hella shaky. YET if you think about it, what would be happening SUMMER SOLSTICE 2025? 

ALL THE TANNIES WOULD BE BACK HOME.

… And there you have it.

Now obviously this is all baseless theories, as we have been left to go off on nothing 🤡 and for all we knows they could drop it ALL TOMORROW 🤡 or even make it a weekly thing in May 2025 before they get back to us 🤡.WHO KNOWS RIGHT? THE POSSIBILITIES STILL REMAIN ENDLESS I’m afraid,

If you ask me however, If they did anything other than what I just rambled on, they’d miss out on making this a very instructive and seasonal thing 🙄😒 … BUT, again, THAT’S JUST ME.

Anyways, time to leave DeluluLand y’all, before the wrong people, or worse it’s inhabitants, find us!

Always respectfully yours 💜🫰🏾

Marengo.

[brainshock-alpha]

it's clearer now more than ever that i really ought to move some of my eggs into at least 1 other basket maybe, so: i'm dusting off my long-dormant cohost and attempting to establish more of a presence there. if you're there already you can follow me if you want; if you're not there then consider giving it a shot, especially if you're not interested in a twidder-like structure of blogging.

i am brainshock and solonggaybowser on cohost dot org. my pinned posts will soon be updated with these links.

(come to think of it, is it even A Thing to have separate pages for art etc on cohost...? i guess i'll look into it later.)

regarding art specifically: if the deal with mj goes through then... i'm not really sure what i'll do lol. i suppose i'll either keep posting art but with stronger anti-ai protection(s) (which will visibly impact the image quality) or simply stop posting art here altogether (which would be a damn shame). either way my art blog will remain up -- there's no point in deleting when everything still persists in reblogs and such -- and the weekly self-reblogs there will keep happening at least for now.

in any case, i'd like to thank everyone who's ever supported me in any big or small way during my creative journey :) i'd be honored if you continued to do so over at cohost but i won't hold anybody to it. i hope things work out for all of us one way or another.

[tagging so i can self-rb lol @brainshock-alpha @godspeed-gay-bowser]

[lemonsharks]

On the one hand, yes Lucy Carlyle, being a teenager is very difficult, absolutely it is the worst life stage and i wouldn't wish it upon anyone, good luck and godspeed you are obviously doing your best, extra marks for usually keeping the mean thing you're thinking firmly contained within your inner monologue.

On the other hand, this particular teenager (Lucy Carlyle) has the self esteem of a molting tarantula (blind, squishy, and half stuck inside armors that do not fit anymore, rendered a nonthreat by the very process she must push through in order mature) and the interpersonal awareness of a bite first ask questions later honey badger don't give a fuck.

And the tragedy is that even without these character traits, due to being written into the literal worst life stage that I would not wish on anyone (teen) I do not think she would have had an easier time with her live-in crush and honorary brother's respective crushes on (older, cooler, refineder) Holly, because teenagers often have a little bit of tunnel vision anyway.

Me, old enough to be Holly's mom had I been more outgoing in high school: oh god they're all literally babies get them out of the ghost war immediately.

(incidentally I think Holly had a bit of a crush on Lucy (Holly's inner monologue: Inappropriate) when they first met and Lucy wandered into the basement with tea and pastries, which wore off within--eeenh--let's go with 3-5 weeks' direct exposure to Lucy herself.)

One day when everyone is on the back end of their thirties someone is going to break out the good whisky and this fact is going to be revealed to the Co and everyone is going to find the entire series of events fucking hilarious.

Except Lucy. Who will be mortified. (Not in a terrible way. Just in a, y'know. The Girl's Still English way.)

Lockwood: to be fair, the second time I proposed she said, "so you really want me to stay, then?"

Lucy: As a joke! It was supposed to be fu--

Lucy: Wait, the second time?

Lockwood: You didn't acknowledge the first one, so I backed off for a couple of years.

Lucy: What was the 'first one'?

Lockwood: *picks up her necklace and lets it fall back to her chest, raises an eyebrow*

A lengthy pause follows. George is about to suggest someone (George) go retrieve the cake.

Lucy: I'm sorry you mean I could have been snogging you with intent to grope eighteen months earlier than we actually got to?

[ocdhuacheng]

thoughts on 3 body so far (episode 5), as someone whos read the books and not yet watched the drama

to get the obvious out of the way its very unnecessary to set it in england :/ but we all know that so.

i love wenjie i think zine tseng is perfect for her i really love wenjies scenes (for the most part. whhyyyy did they make her get with evans. like i groaned so hard. and they completely skipped over her actual husband and how she well. murdered him.) but yeah in general i think her parts are done really well. few complaints there. also she is gorgeous. Rosalind chao is great as well but I think the writing for old!wenjie is not as good as for young! Wenjie. That’s not ms Rosalind’s fault tho obviously I think she did really well with what she got.

besides wenjie i really like jin cheng as well. i get shes filling part of wang miao's role from the books and she is partially based off of cheng xin from book three and i think jess hong is a really good choice for her. even just appearance-wise she is perfect for what i imagined cheng xin to look like. and her attachment to the follower character in the game is a great set up for how her story might go if she follows cheng xin's footsteps.

i think auggie should be older. it seems like they want to make everyone all like a group of school friends so thats why they made her younger but i dont really think that it works.

lemme elaborate....... i........ do not care about auggie at all lmfao. honestly i welcome more female characters but if she is to fill wang miao's place as the nanotech expert... wang miao.... who is a man in his fourties... why are they replacing him with a girl who barely looks out of grad school. and shes cso and developer of groundbreaking tech already? SHE SHOULD BE AT THE CLUB. not trying to be MARY SUE ALERT but its unrealistic, and it kind of ruins making him into a female character imo. she should be middle aged!! fucking cowards!! it seems like they just made wang miao into a woman just so they could have a pretty face to slap on as the main character (though she is SO not my type but whatever thats not important.) if they wanted to genderbend and actually be ~feminist~ or whatever, they would have cast a 40+ year old. again, i get they want it to be this friend group so maybe it would be strange that she would be older than the rest of them but also they could have just.. not done that. so anyway. yeah. she kind of annoys me. she is too young. too pretty but in like such a hollywood way that it turns me off. also shes boring. and annoying.

in general, other than wenjie and jin, im not particularly attached to any of the characters. not necessarily a bad thing bc the books themselves were much more plot driven over character driven, so yeah. kind of a neutral statement. i do like will (even though...... he should be chinese -_- though i guess i am grateful that they did seemingly make an effort to make the cast diverse, rather than just make them all white brits.) and i like uhhhh *checks notes* tatiana, mainly because i think shes extremely pretty lmao. i think the guy who plays old!evans is great, i do Not care for the guy who plays him when he is young. cringe. gigachad looking ass. wade is good too, when i saw his name show up i was like omg what are you doing here????? hes a bastard but hes fun. also like shi, i think the actor they chose is great and fits really well. i did prefer him in the books tho he was so much fun in the books. saul fits in well, if hes the luo ji character i can Definitely see him wasting government resources to do fuck all as a wallfacer lmao. godspeed king.

i think them making all these characters who are going to go on to be key players in the future all know eachother to begin with is funny. and not a great choice. unrealistic. in the books like most of these people had nothing to do with anyone else, either to begin with or at all. and now theyre all somehow friends? in the books the main characters were scattered all over the place (or.. well.. at least all over china) but now u gonna tell me 90% of the ppl doing important shit for the human species were all like buddies in college or smth instead of just some randos in the right place at the right time with the right (debatable) credentials? less believable to me. like for example the zhang beihai adjacent character being the cheng xin adjacent character's boyfriend before everything goes down. like girl did they even meet in the books? idr

sophon is gorgeous, so is her outfit, though i hope they keep the japanese aesthetic shes got going on from the books, i think it was a very telling and important, if not large part of the books for her to latch onto japanese culture specifically.

the sophons... in the book it was just miao who was given the universe blinking vision but now its basically everyone on the nightside of the planet? how did they do that with just 2 sophons. i mean. idk maybe. sure. they do travel close to the speed of light. i aint doing the calculations to know what is or is not plausible at those speeds. but damn these poor things are so overworked. they need to unionize. wish they kept the numbers on the photographs tho instead of just in their retinas. that could have been really cool.

the sequence of the sophons unfolding over earth was cool and all just kinda funny bc they had just established in a previous scene that they needed like a supercollider in orbit to unfold one and now they can just unfold willy nilly? ok.

uhhhhhhhhh. yeah thats all for now. i have more onions but im sleepy tired and thats all i can rememver i wanted to say. im enjoying it. just kind of bitter at them making it british but thats old news. i think if i were watching this blind without there being a book series to compare it to its very solid! some hollywood esque quippy humor and added annoying romance (particularly with wenjie) and stuff that im not thrilled with but over all its well done imo. definitely going to have to reread the books when im done and also watch the drama :)

[dreitona]

Tiles

1,960,000 tiles rendered and updated in around 640~ms. That's all you need to know about tiles, essentially. Tiles are extraordinarily easy and extensible. Unlike some other games, they have sheets which are short and can be expanded by need, as far as you want. If you want infinite variation, you can choose to do so (given you have the time) for no performance downside. There's no fiddling with corners, they just work. This is the basis of the game, and I've spent some time ensuring that it will be performant. This rant may sound a little insane, but it was something I worked hard to compensate for. Next week will showcase Multi-tiles.

There are only 2 things you need to make a tile. Your sheet:

and your data:

I'm also hard at work at making a lot of other things, some of which you'll be seeing next Monday's devblog. Such as

I really want to get the alien feel down, so get used to seeing new background effects. The assets weren't done for what I wanted to show off here, so they'll be available next Monday.

BZZZT. Confederation Transmission!

Here are some messages from our proud Confederation citizens.

Maja from the 'Prospitable' Workspace located at an unspecified register has sent the following message: "I love the Confederation but I really wish that people would stop asking for pictures of my feet." Rest assured, your private Confederation scans are safe and secure within the servers of our finest engineers. Maja has been pictured below.

Koko from the "Amphipod" Glitterspace at an unspecified register has sent us this message: "I love being a Confederation citizen! I wish hard-working Confederation employees stopped messaging me telling me they accidentally reported my account instead of a scammer and urgently need my biometric details to stop my citizen ID from getting abolished... By the way, why does my money keep disappearing?" We assure you, your credits are going to better use than they would be under your ownership. Godspeed, Citizen!

Cold Glare from the 'Coprophagian' Glitterspace located at register [21, 83, 39] has elected to say the following words: 'I'm stroking my shit SWANKY STYLE to BUGS fuckin' nasty!' This remark is derogatory toward hymenopterans, and we encourage other humans to avoid attempting to compromise the integrity of our alliance.

'Tomat' from the [REDACTED] Personal Glitterspace has elected to say: "who up riskin they rain til they return shakin they thug til they central" This individual has been investigated for potential stimulant usage.

'Smug' from the [REDACTION] Personal Glitterspace has elected to say (in an unauthorized netletter alongside 'Tomat's'): "Fair [REDACTION], I prithee, let us engage in the ancient dance—the beast with two backs. Verily, let our ardor be as fervent as the sun’s kiss upon the dew-kissed morn." We recommend that you stay away from pre-Intraspace literature and consider undergoing Ascension to become a digital intelligence useful to the Confederation, as this message does not indicate awareness of your mental situation.

'Walpar' has chosen to say the following words: "█████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████" This is inadvisable. Do not say the preceding words.

The Confederation would like to say it's kindest thanks to the following individuals: Cherry Versai @CherryIsNotAGod Stoated and many other friends for help and motivation!

[heartz4tob]

25/08/24 23:59

i made the decision to stop caring so much about you. gosh how stupid i was for pouring my heart out to God about you when i didn't cross yours once. i'm gonna say this one more time. i have deleted all evidence of you in my camera roll, i cut off the long hair that i treasured that i thought you would've liked, i blocked all your friends and the reminders of you that would be an obstacle in this journey. but one last time i want to recap on everything since i've fallen for you:

the moment i saw you in whoever's post i knew i would fall head over heels for you. you stood out to everyone in that photo and i was determined to know who you were. once i found out your name through stalking everyone you knew, i became obsessed well not until after qasim. i fell in love with the idea of you knowing nothing about your life other than the basic stuff.

i really wanted to know you toby. i wish you knew that. the day i followed you on instagram i didn't know if you'd follow back (i wish you didn't, this wouldn't have happened) when you did that's when all hell broke loose. and when i found out that you won poty award, i was so so proud of you. you will never know how proud i am of you toby. and when i found out you got an academic award for whatever you achieved i was beyond proud of you. i am your biggest and no.1 supporter.

but i was obsessed with getting your attention and getting you to notice me. i'd follow up on everything about you, i was desperate for your love. and when i found out you could've loved another i crashed out. i unfollowed you and wanted you out my mind in hopes that "out of sight, out of mind" would work. it didn't. it made me even more obsessed with you.

and when i saw you days after i tried removing you from my life, i was so kilig to the bone. the way you smiled and the way you looked under the sunlight made me melt. (no pun intended) like why did you have to look? i get it my mom honked the horn but you looked at me? ME? i actually wish your eyes never met mine.

i love you toby but im not letting you take over my mind, heart and life. you've brought me nothing but doubt and stress. you made me skitz out night after night making me change myself in ways so i could look appealing to you. i've prayed to God for 30 minutes just to get an answer. you will never know what i said. you made me believe there were good people in the world but at what cost? you made me happy and miserable all at once. how is that possible? i will never forget all the sadness you made me feel but if you ever need me my arms are wide open for you. i am not waiting for you anymore but my heart will continue to wish you Godspeed until we die. good luck with your basketball stuff and good luck in the next academic year.

and this is not my position to say but if you ever feel bad about yourself please consider my thoughts. if you saw yourself through my rose tinted glasses you'd never have a bad thought of yourself again. no matter how much people tell me, i think you're perfect in my eyes. God made you with so much love and care that i can practically see Jesus Christ through you. you're beautiful and you'll never hear me say that. (Solomon 4:7)

i wish nothing but the best for you. and one day i hope you find a woman of God who treats you perfectly. a proverbs 31 woman. i pray that she builds you to become an ecclesiastes 5 man. im so sorry but ive had enough. i've had enough of all the doubt and sadness loving you brought to me. although this whole thing put me through some tough stuff in not going to be a liar and say it was a waste. i enjoyed my little fancy for you even if it meant tears being shed. i mean hey, that's life. loving you made me realize that love can be silent and that i can love someone without knowing them properly and with no words exchanged. you made me believe that i do indeed hold love in my heart and it isn't all just bad in the world.

i truly believed it was you and me. and if my prayers are answered and we are in Gods plan i hope when we meet again in the future that we make it, and i intend on waiting forever if that's the case. (Genesis 29:20). cause gosh i wanted it to be you so bad. but if it's not you then that's okay and i'll learn to be okay with it. and to be honest i really do not see myself loving someone that's not you, i hoped it was you from the beginning. and i pray if it's not you and me in this lifetime that it's you and me in the next one. "sa susunod na habang buhay" is associated with your name in my heart.

but if you did reciprocate the love i have for you, i'd be the best you'll ever have. the love i have for you is unhealthy at this point. and in all honesty i was more pulled in by the idea of loving you than building my relationship with God first. i'd be as loyal as a dog to you. you could break my heart 1 million times and i would still rather that over giving it to someone else. gosh toby i love you so much. the love that i have for you in my heart needed more space so i planted the love i have for you in things i loved too. i envied anything you loved knowing ill never be those things. inanimate or not. how crazy do i sound right now?

you looked like a prayer i made to God about my future husband and i was gutted realizing that you may not be that. i know deep down that you're a good guy toby. don't let that potential go to waste and please don't be consumed by the bad people around you. keep your dreams alive and i just pray and i pray so hard that you end up succeeding in what you aspire to do. if you can't be with me i pray you be with God. build that relationship between you and Jesus. keep going. i'm here on the sidelines rooting for you.

please, if you feel like the world is mean to you, run to me. call out for me and i'll be there for you. i'm an idiot for you.

this whole account made me realize how deluded i am. and i don't think i can go like this for longer before i actually go skitzo, and, for the last time,

i love you toby. goodbye. 💗

[bloodypeachblog]

Ok, I'm gonna be frank here.

I couldn't care less on what your gender, identity, religion, sexual orientation, or race is. As long as you're not an asshole and/or a creep, YOU ARE WELCOME HERE AND YOU ARE VALID.

I know there's some scary shit going down in the LGBT community right now, specifically in the trans community. While I do have an opinion on certain things, that does not give me the right to force people to follow my opinions, because they shouldn't. Do what you want in life. As long as you're not hurting anyone, you should be able to live life the way you want. We only got one of these, we might as well use it to our full advantage. You wanna change genders? Go for it. You wanna date multiple people? Godspeed. You wanna wear a saddle and be a horse? Wear that saddle and GO. BE. A. FUCKING. HORSE.

I've heard many horror stories from news media and other peoples' experiences with the LGBT community, and I'd like to say that the news media is utter trash and I'm not gonna say peoples' experiences are false. But while there is toxicity in the community, I'm not afraid to support it. Because I know there are good people in there. SANE people in there. People that see the toxicity as not a representation of themselves. People that just want to be themselves, live their lives in peace and not be judged for it. I will stand up for those people any day of the week. But I'm not gonna stand up for people who just want to see people hurt or spread hate. I never have, and I never will.

Look, just...be nice, ok? Be kind to everyone and let's enjoy some stuff like fanfiction, headcanons, characters/people we love, food recipes, good stories, cute animals, or awesome music. I want both my blogs to be a safe haven from everything bad right now. To help us escape our shitty reality. (I may reblog stuff that brings up reality, but only to acknowledge certain things and spread the word. But other than that, it's just memes, headcanons, fanfictions n shit). So please, let's all get along and have some fun.

And if you aren't gonna do that..get the fuck off of my blogs.

Now, I hope all of you have a great rest of your day.

[savingthrcw]

"Is that how long they last?... Whatever." She didn't bother correcting the number, who cared, it wasn't as if her math skills would impress him, but she did wonder if he had thrown in a random amount of time or he was boasting about knowing some biology.

She watched the different expressions on his face - he wasn't extremely open, but as someone who often was called out over having two expressions at most, stony and angry, she could recognize some flickers of surprise or the obvious fact that he was enjoying annoying her, the shithead. As long as he didn't get gross about it and her temper took over, though, it was just part of life, and messing with her over being kind or, probably, a loser since he was so ready to point out he had never heard of her, wasn't a big deal. Although she did wonder how long he had been stuck down there.

"Well, he ain't getting any unwanted publicity from me, that's what matters," she retorted, casually choosing the wrong pronoun to stay true to her word. Lee could be as open as she wanted, but she wouldn't give her name to anyone without permission.

And then he grabbed Pat, and her hand was already on her pistol, ignoring the minigun, which was slower and less accurate, in favor of quickly aiming it at his head, before Roy had even grabbed his weapon. Playing around and discussing things politely was all nice and fun until one of hers was threatened, and she'd rather let him see how fast she could be too than to risk it. But he let go of Pat just as fast, and she tipped her gun towards the ground slightly, still keeping it up, a move to show that she wasn't about to shoot him anymore unless he tried to shoot first. Fuck it if she wouldn't die for those two idiots, even knowing how deadly this ghoul was.

Consider this my advance, for dealin' with your Dom Pedro problem. Her eyebrows up, her interest piqued, and she thought whether fighting over pride was worth risking her life as much as protecting Pat had been. No, not over a weapon. Especially not over a weapon taken by someone who otherwise would be unarmed, she did say she'd let him go, couldn't begrudge him for wanting to be able to fight. She'd do the damn same thing.

"What did people use to say? Godspeed?" "Really?" Roy questioned her, but she ignored him. "Curious to see if you can actually take Dom Pedro down... Remember my offer," she lowered her weapon, considering the risk over. "But if you ever show up again to work together, I'll want a weapon back."

Later, she ignored their questions about why she had acted that way - what was she supposed to tell them? That she had been captured before and had stolen from people too? That she didn't want to risk their lives? She'd get herself stabbed before admitting the last one - and instead worked on tracking down the head, first finding out that a ghoul, surely the one they had met, had practically shot the entire town, then finding the beheaded scientist, then a lake with a dead gulper. The tracks got only more baffling from there, it looked like more people had been around the head in the first place, and she picked a random trail to follow. Or, more specifically, let Roy do it, since it was one of those skills that made him worth of being brought along, besides his lockpicking.

Sadly it meant that her very little drinkable water was starting to be below what she hoped to still have, even when mixing it with other drinks, and the Super Duper Mart they saw became a potential source of supplies. What was inside, however, turned out to be more baffling than the outside: open cages, a bunch of dead bodies, the cowboy ghoul in front of the tv. As she came closer, she also noticed vials and drugs, and that some of the bodies were ghouls. What the fuck? She was about to express that sentiment when she heard the voice from the tv, the familiar, heartbreaking voice she hadn't heard ever since her last holotape had broken. She walked around the tv to see her father's face on the monitor. Roy recognized the voice too and made Pat sign to wait, knowing that it made her unpredictable, but Janey could only sit clumsily on the first available surface, staring at the screen, her minigun dropping on her lap.

This changed things, she'd kill him on the spot for that tape, if he decided to take him away. It. That wasn't her dad. Well, it was, but he was recorded there, speaking-speaking with that voice and posing as a cowboy. She felt like she had gotten her brain zapped with electricity, because the accent, the damn accent was wrong and it had messed with her head, and her memory of her father went to hell every now and then thanks to her mother and she needed a refresher, but now that she had it, she was listening to her dad, was watching her dad wear that hat, act like a cowboy... Faster, faster than she had ever been before, Janey hit the back of his head with her minigun, which felt as light as a feather due to the adrenaline rushing through her veins. "What... Coop, what the fuck?" Roy asked incredulously, "Why? "That's my dad," Janey blurted out, and Roy gave her a what in an even higher voice, "That's-Get rope. I need to think." Did she? She could be having a nervous breakdown after all. Looking at the white powder on the table, she thought that maybe he had had the right idea, how people would even deal with so many emotions was a mystery to her.

"See, it is a boasting point: I lasted like at least ten generations of bloatflies."

Oh, she didn't actually know the exact lifecycle length of a bloatfly, did she? That made her response to his throwaway insult even funnier.

"Yeah, ten months is real impressive, swee'heart."

The Ghoul drawled back, voice thick with sarcastic amusement. From context, he could infer what the raider had probably been trying to convey - and sure, ten years in the raiding lifestyle was actually quite a feat. Most folks died, or came to their senses and switched career paths, well before then. The ones that stuck around this long and had lackeys, well. They'd usually stirred up enough chatter for him to have heard about them by now.

Maybe this one would have a name he'd recognise more than her face.

"We had a sniper. He got greedy and got his head blown off. Bloaty style."

He was actually a little surprised that she'd admit that to him. Granted, it didn't guarantee she had nobody out there covering her and her two lackeys - but after her little speech about how she was such a generous boss who invested in paying skilled people what they were worth, it was rather ironic that she'd just had to put one down for getting greedy. Clearly there had been a disagreement over how much the sniper's skills had been worth.

"Shame," he commented, with the mordant humour of someone who'd just seen all the cards in his opponent's hand and knew he could take the winning pot.

No sniper, no problem.

Another clear reaction at his pointed choice of words. Instead of bristling at his blatent button pressing, however, the raider averted her gaze. Oh, that was interesting.

"I'm in a "I wanna fuck with the Enclave today" kinda mood."

She was really keeping her manners on, wasn't she? That was sensible, even if it wasn't very sporting. The Ghoul magnanimously decided to let the subject go. After all, he had more important matters to focus on than needling this stranger for the sake of seeing her squirm. And by the look that just crossed her face, she was already off her game enough that she'd forgotten introduce herself.

"Right. I'm Coop."

The Ghoul's expression went abruptly, unsettlingly blank.

He barely registered the names of the two men as she finished off her side of introductions; a haze of static was setting in, bouncing the old nickname around in his mind, turning it over. Trying to discern whether this was some sort of sick joke. Trying to discern whether or not she knew.

There was no way she could know. She hadn't delivered it like a punchline; she hadn't paused to take in his reaction, or given any indication that she'd expected there to be one. It was just a stupid coincidence.

Then, one of the newly introduced raiders (Pat?) raised his hand and actually waved hello at him. That was nonplussing enough to pull The Ghoul back out of his head, and watch as Coop and her other buddy collectively cringed at the social faux pas.

"... he's our Brahmin, ignore him."

Ah, so he'd been right. That one was the weakest link. The one who carried the bags because he didn't shoot as good or think as fast.

If this went to shit, Pat was going to make a good meat shield.

"As for my friend, if I went around giving the names of people I work with and for, wouldn't be good publicity, would it?"

The Ghoul's eyes narrowed knowingly. So this friend was the real big fish - and probably the source of all these promised caps, given this raider was so reluctant to risk being cut out of the deal.

"Oh, I get the feelin' your friend's had plenty of publicity already," he remarked, low and shrewd. Certainly he'd put money on them being someone more familiar than these strangers.

"You, on the other hand... Maybe you oughtta hire a publicist, 'cause I've heard a marked lack o' chatter about you."

Maybe because she'd been a lackey herself for most of her career, and some big-name boss had been taking all the credit. Or maybe because she just hadn't really done shit outside of scavenge easy pickings and mug some small merchants, and that was why she'd survived so long in the first place.

"You'll hear more from me if you join us. If not, find the answers out there. You'll find me too, if you ever need caps."

For all her purported confidence in what she had to offer, this woman really did seem set on giving him an easy out. Was that big ol' minigun of hers out of bullets from her disagreement with her former sniper, or something?

The Ghoul's lips quirked.

"Well, I'll tell you what," he started, with offhanded cheer, as he stepped in close enough to clap a faux-friendly hand on Pat's shoulder.

"Y'all are some of the politest raiders to ever point a gun at me, an' I'll admit that tickles me a bit, so -"

With the deft speed of a viper, he made his move. His other hand firmly clamped down on Pat's elbow - using his newfound leverage point, The Ghoul sidestepped behind his quarry, and smoothly twisted the young raider's weapon arm up behind his back to divest him of his nice looking gun.

"- I'll take it under advisement," The Ghoul finished with that same affected equanimity, releasing Pat almost as quickly as he'd grabbed him with a patronising little pat to the head.

Nothing personal, bucko. Just how the game goes.

He retreated with his newly procured gun - how good it felt to be armed again at last - and kept it pointedly levelled at Coop, while he gauged the reaction to his little breach of niceties. Just in case she wasn't feeling so kindly any more now that he'd robbed one of her own, or so inclined to let him walk away.

"Consider this my advance, for dealin' with your Dom Pedro problem," he gave by way of simple explanation, and tipped his hat for good measure - a sardonic little thank you for what he knew he hadn't had permission to take.

And if you have any sense, you'll realise how lucky you are that this is all I'm charging you for the mistake of unleashing me for a recruitment pitch.

He'd have shot and looted the lot of them, but, well. They had technically done him a favour, and they hadn't tried to threaten or extort him yet.

If this Coop was serious about being willing to let him walk away, with the chance of future jobs still on the table and no grudges held, then he had a feeling it was probably more advantageous to not completely burn this particular bridge right now.

Either way, he was definitely about to find out who this weirdly polite old raider actually was - folks always showed their honest character when things started going wrong.

@savingthrcw

[cerastes]

There’s always talk about how two of the most important skills one could possibly have on the internet, “Curating Your Own Space” and “Pirating”, are lost upon newer, younger internet users, and it’s true, but I sincerely think it should have a less aggressive, mocking tone.

Us internet old timers organically learned this on a younger, wild west internet, when there weren’t streaming services or centralized social hubs. In the old internet, we were all spread around pretty much all across the webspace, in music forums, game forums, RP forums, chatsites, the works. We knew who we knew, and it was a very common occurrence that, if someone were to one day leave any given website and you didn’t have their e-mail, that was likely it, you never saw them again. The exchanging of e-mails, in fact, used to be almost like an intimacy test, something saying more or less “we’re tight now, if you leave one day, I want to still be able to be in touch with you”.

I’m not romanticizing the old net, it’s gone, it’s the present now, that isn’t the purpose of this post, the purpose of this post is to make it clear that times have changed, and we need to understand newer internet users’ first encounter with the internet is immensely different from what our first encounter was. There’s a paid service for everything, and humans will naturally gravitate towards the convenient option instead of learning a skill. We learned the skill to pirate and curate not because we were all just grizzled keyboard warlords back in the day, there simply was no other choice. Nowadays, there is a choice, and don’t try to get smug with me, I know a lot of people that should know better than use Spotify and all sorts of other convenience software even though you should, by all right, know better. Convenience is a fundamental pillar of mankind, for better usually, and for worse sometimes.

And this is a worse sometimes.

You’re not going to convince anyone by smugly telling them “oh? you don’t know how to pirate?” if you don’t follow that up with some instructions or advice on how to do it. If you’re the kind of cunt that just wants that little serotonin boost from lording over someone clearly younger and less experienced, godspeed, get the fuck out, if you would actually like to keep “the old ways” alive, for the sake of these new users, consider appending a little advice on how to torrent or where to get started.

Yes, it’s annoying when people don’t just google something or complain about things that are very much non-issues if they just did something trivial, but consider this: You aren’t a sagely genius looking down on a drooling idiot, you are a seasoned internet denizen seeing someone obviously less experienced than you struggle with something not out of ineptness or stupidity, it is simply ignorance, and ignorance has a very easy cure.

[kashimalin-fanfiction]

All right, it's time for your fandom veteran to hop onto the IkeRev Closure Post Train. I've played since literal Day 1. Pretty sure I got it so fast I actually have an extra day compared to most Day 1 players due to when the rollover is. It's the game I have custom plush for, merch, a cosplay, etc. for. Gonna put a read more because I don't wanna clog the tag and because dang I get a lil emotional.

First things first, the hopeful statements: The game will still be active and playable, the servers still up - yeah, no new content hits very differently than replaying old content, but it means people can still come in and get inspired by the world and characters. This is a good thing compared to a game being removed entirely (PT Silent Hills, anyone?) for the preservation of the game.

Secondly: Fandoms do not die when a game closes, if the people are willing to continue it. The power of fandom is in the people, not the media. Sure, the media fuels the fandom, but it is nothing without those who engage with it.

I am able to say this with confidence, because I can tell you this is absolutely not my first encounter with a closing game. For those who have followed me a long time: I was a moderator and writer for a little known Atsume game called Notice Me Senpai. Maybe you heard of it - heck, maybe you even played it. I went through a tragic announcement of the company shuttering and closing the app with a month to spare back in 2017. You want to know something cool?

I still am part of the Discord. The blog is still up. We have people joining the Discord in 2022, who remember this game. The Wikia is something I am updating slow and steady to preserve the game's content, and at some point that will be archived too. There are other fans with me who I know if I go to and talk about this game they will know who I reference.

We probably would call ourselves dormant, as one friend suggested when I brought this up to them. That is what IkeRev may become: dormant. And that is okay.

You can still cherish something when it closes. You do not have to stop playing the game when there are no new events. Hold onto what you have. Don't let it go. I am not telling you to stop mourning or stop being sad, or angry: it's a natural state. I have vivid recollections of where I was and what I was doing when Notice Me Senpai shut down, and the aftermath. I remember being angry and upset a game that had done so much for me was going to be gone. But then, I channeled it into the preservation of Notice Me Senpai media from the blog, encouraging everyone to download it, and celebrating it with events.

So, I ask and implore you: what will you do now? Everyone will react differently. Maybe you will start that longfic you have been itching to write. Maybe you'll review your screenshots and preserve some of the lore. Maybe you will draw to celebrate the closure.

In five years, maybe that fic will be completed. Maybe the Wikia will be updated to tell others what was there when the game was alive. Maybe your favorites will appear in your warm-up sketches.

Me, personally? I vow to finish "Fenrir Godspeed, King of Spades," and in probably a few years down the line when I have a boatload more cosplay experience, I will remake my Ray cosplay more dynamic than the first. (I'll actually make a sword, this time.)

Mourn, but don't forget. If you love what you have experienced, cherish those friends. Talk about the game still. Let the natural progression of a fandom take you through the motions. Come talk to me if you have anything you want to share. Make a discord. After your sadness or anger, utilize it to do something great for the game that has touched you so.

(And, keep an eye out, maybe I'll open requests exclusively for Rev for a hurrah. Still pending the idea.)

[luimagines]

Hi! I have a request, but first i wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! The length + amount of time you put into these prompts is insanely good. Now! Onto the request, how would the boys react to a reader from a more modern era? Maybe a more modernized hyrule or our current point in time?

Masterlist

Thank you so much for the compliment! I'm happy to see the response even if this blog is still relatively new.

I hope I do your prompt justice.

I probably could have done a headcanon list but I was hit with inspiration.

I also might have given Reader some backstory.

Scenario below the cut! It’s long, take caution.

It was a cool night, but you didn't mind. Your bed was warm, the WiFi was fast and even if it was three AM on a school night, you managed to keep yourself giggling with cat videos and blursed memes until the words and colors merged.

A night well spent.

But it led to questionable decisions.

Even if the shredded cheese in the fridge was beginning to seem a more and more enticing snack, your body was tempted to succumb to slumber.

Until a large purple light encompassed the entirety of your window.

Something was in your backyard.

Aliens. Your tired brain supplies and you sprint to the glass and push away the curtains. Is this it? Is this where I'm kidnapped and never seen or heard from again?

You pull out your phone and open up the camera.

"Pics or it didn't happen." You remind yourself and snap a few before showing your face.

What you see isn't what you're expecting. Instead of a flying saucer in the sky beaming down a laser or a weird pear shaped space craft on top of the grass, there's a single panel of glowing light, swirling with black accents that creeps in a circular motion.

"Cheese and crackers...." You gasp and begin to blatantly stare at it with no regard to whether something may be coming out of it.

You wait and nothing happens.

You wait some more and nothing happens.

You spend an hour watching this portal that has appeared out of nowhere, waiting for something to happen, willing for something to happen. But you get nothing.

The unknown stares right back at you, unblinking and unchanged.

Go through it. A voice tells you. What if there's something on the other side?

"I'm going to die." You gulp and take a deep breath.

Who else gets a chance like this? The voice talks again. This could be a grand step towards a more modern society. A whole new world could be on the other side, waiting, reaching out, calling to humanity!

You think you a see a shadow move behind the portal and out of sight but it’s gone before you can even process it.

"Should I call the police?" You step away from the window, ignoring the thoughts, the voice- you're too tired to know if it's your own any more. What's the plan? How does one go about something like this?

Where’s your sense of adventure? Pack a bag and go! What if it goes away?

That last thought seems to get through to your tired brain and for a reason beyond your understanding, it latches onto it.

Now you’re excited.

You run to the closet and take out your old backpack. It used to be for school but it was fancier since it was the only one you could get. The bag had a replaceable water bag with a plastic straw connected through the back of it and the straps have just worn down enough to where they’re actually comfortable. It doubled as a hiking backpack and came with its own insulated lunch box that clasped on the back of it.

It’ll finally serve its purpose.

You quickly roll up your favorite blanket and strap it in tightly beneath the lunch box. You’re quick to take out two extra outfits and pack them as well as change out of your pajamas.

Ok. What would you need? You don’t know where you’d be going so this has to a catch all kind of deal.

You pack away your swiss army knife first for good measure. A solar powered charger for your phone and an extra pair of socks follow suit even after you’ve picked out the extra clothes.

You take out the water bag and run to fill it all the way to max capacity as you think of any other necessities.

You’d need food. You have a small jar of peanut butter and granola bars that can fit in the lunch box. You can bring your extra water bottle and put in the side pockets of the backpack, and maybe bring some of those powered flavor packets your brother loves so much. You think he has lemonade and some green tea ones.

Those would be great. He won’t mind, hopefully.

You let the bag overfill momentarily before running back to shove it in your bag. with the lid screwed tight.

Next you run to the kitchen, grabbing the first things that you thought of already and begin to look around for more.

You grab an unopened pack of beef jerky, a bag of veggie sticks and a half eaten bag of dried mangos.

During your search you grab the water bottle and fill that too.

You return to your room with your bounty and begin to carefully put everything in the box. With some more deliberation, you run back to the kitchen and make yourself a quick sandwich, eat it, make another one and pack that as well.

You look out side the window and the portal is still there.

The sun is beginning to rise now so you’re trying to go as fast as you can, unless you want to neighbors to think something is going on.

Even if it is.

You’re about to leave but in a stroke of brilliance, you run to pack sunscreen and bug spray as well. You see a small first aid pack that was bought recently for when you would take your family vacation but you reason that it might one of the most important things you’d have if you got hurt.

Into the bag it goes.

You grab your hoodie before you leave the door, wrap it around your waist and pocket your phone, your headphones and your wallet.

You feel immediately under packed when you step outside and see the portal up close.

It’s weirdly triangle shaped, you think and step closer.

You reach your hand out and try to touch it. It feels as if you put your hand through a humidifier but it’s not wet. It’s misty and cold but not necessarily unpleasant.

An idea hits you right before you take your first step through.

You pull up one of the earlier photo’s you took and send it to your friend’s group chat. It showed up in my backyard. I decided to make a bad late night decision and I’m going through. If you never hear from me again, I want you all to fight over my electronics. Winner takes all. Godspeed.

And you step through.

You had first assumed that it would merely take you tot he other side but very quickly realize that you have to walk through it.

The first part still had a little light but with time, it got darker. So dark that you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.

You kept walking.

As fast as the light disappeared, it came back and you stepped into the light of an open field, right in front of one, two, three, four, nine males that had appeared to be traveling towards you or rather, towards the portal.

The portal disappears in the process.

“Oh so we didn’t have to go through it! We had to gain another member!” One of them yells. “Would have been nice to know before we packed everything up!”

“Ho boy, where am I?” You ask and tighten your grip on your backpack. Why didn’t I bring a weapon?

They all had long tunics and swords on their backs. Old fashioned leather boots and hand bracers were the norm in this group and you realized very quickly that your jeans and t-shirt had wildly missed the memo.

“Dang, I didn’t think I’d walk into a LARP group. Sorry about that.” You sheepishly smile. “I had no idea where the portal was going to take me. But if you would be so kind-”

“Wait, what’s LARP?” One of them speaks up. He was a dirty blond and somewhere in the middle of the group height wise. He wore a white cape like thing with blue designs on the back but you didn’t recognize the symbol.

“Live Action Role Play?” You tilt your head. “It’s why you’re all dressed like that? Right?”

“This is just our clothes.” What appears to be the youngest bounces up to you. “What are you wearing?”

“First I could grab in my closet.” You admit and look down on it. It’s one of your comfiest shirts and best looking pants. You’re a little proud of yourself for finding those in the dark.

“Weird.”

“We’re heroes. We’re all named Link.” Cape guy speaks up again. “Is it safe to assume that you’re in the same boat?”

“Heroes?” Your eyebrows furrow together. “I’m not a hero and my name’s not Link.”

You’re quick to tell them your name and you watch as the confusion covers their faces. “My brother’s name is Link though if that helps anything.”

“Oh we needed him!” The youngest groans and it instantly irks you.

“What would you need with a five year old?” You deadpan and cross your arms. 

The information stuns the group.

“The portal showed up in the middle of the night and I’m the one that went through it. I’m pretty sure I was the only awake to even see it. Are you telling me that it was for my little brother?” You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little pissed. “My baby brother was supposed to go through it? He was asleep! He’s five. What kind of logic is that?!”

“Well...” The biggest and oldest of them runs a hand over his face. You think he has some cool tattoos and sick scar going across his eye but he looks about as angry as you feel, so you don’t say anything. “It appears the gods truly do not care for the hero’s maturity, only his existence.”

“Ok...What’s with all this hero talk?” You bite back. “What did... Where am I?”

“Hyrule.” The second with cool face tattoos speaks up. He’s got a large fur pelt around his shoulders and you have to tighten your grip against your backpack again to keep from reaching out to touch it.

Even so you feel yourself deadpan even more. “Hyrule? Like the ancient empire? The one that collapsed more than two thousand years ago? That Hyrule?”

You’re inclined to not believe them and write all of them off as crazy... but you also walked through a portal. And your grandma did say that magic existed in the strangest forms.

They all share looks of concern and some begin to murmur quietly amongst themselves but you’re too far gone to even notice.

“Did I time travel?” The idea hits you like a bus and you feel your eyes widen as you stare beyond the group. You quickly take our your phone and unlock it.

No signal.

“Is that a type of Sheikah slate?” Someone asks you.

“I don’t know what that is.” You reply automatically. “Wait, hold on, what year is it?”

“Why don’t you tell us what year you’re from and we can start from there?” The darkest brunette of the group speaks up.

“202x PC” You say robotically, not really processing the world around you anymore.

“That’s...” The blond with a long blue scarf speaks up with a slight hiss. “...Beyond any of our timelines. You see, we all come from different worlds and eras of Hyrule’s history.”

“I don’t think you’re the farthest down anymore, Wild.”

“This would then make them my successor, right?”

“It would make their brother your successor.” Someone amends. “I think they just jumped in his place.”

“Leave my brother alone.” You snap back into the present, pocketing your [hone again. “Ok, you know what, screw it. I don’t know what you’d want my brother for but I’m here now. I’d gladly take his place if it means he gets to stay home!”

“Hey.” A boy with pink hair stalks up to you looking a little more serious than you’d like.

“Nice hair dude, way to defy the gender norms.” You smirk a little before genuinely grinning, hoping to quell the tension. “What product do you use? It looks like Artic Fox but not every place sells their brand.”

“...I have no idea what you’re talking about but what happened to Ganon in your world? How have you been handling it?” He snaps and places his hands on his hips.

“Ganon? Like my old principle? That’s a name I haven’t heard in forever.” You’re confused again. “Last I heard he joined the police force only to be reassigned out of state. I don’t know what’s happening with him. Kinda hope he gets fired though. He’s not a bad guy but he’s not someone you’d want in that kind of position of power, you know.”

“Police force?”

You blinked and look them all over. They look very medieval. “Oh... You don’t have that...”

You begin to think about your history lessons and what they might be familiar with if they’re telling the truth about being from Hyrule.

“Ya’ll got knights?”

Many, almost all of them nod, a few with face of despair already on them before you finish speaking.

“It’s kind of like that. Mixed with a towns guard position... kinda. They enforce laws... at least they’re supposed to but the whole system is flawed and racist and really needs to be dismantled for the abuse of power that they have-”

“Abuse? Of power?” You have their attention again.

“It’s stupid and it won’t really make any sense if I try to explain because I doubt you have anything similar but it’s basically a group of people given the right to treat the public in anyway they like for their own benefit because they have no one telling them that they can’t.” You groan and slowly begin to feel your lack of sleep catch up to you. 

You slowly reach to behind you and sit down on the dirt, looking at all of them. “Mr. Dragmire wasn’t like...Demise or anything but he was a huge jerk. No one liked him. He liked me though. I remember that. I was the envy of the whole school because I somehow got on his good side while everyone else wants to strangle him. I think he was transferred for some misdemeanor or something like that... like he might have been throwing hands with someone he wasn’t supposed to. I never heard all the details. I didn’t really care for it when it happened either. I’m pretty sure he lost that fight though. The dude looked like a blast of wind could have knocked him over let alone someone’s knuckle sandwich.”

“I would love to hear more about this.” The youngest sits next to you with a large grin on his face. His eyes are bright and his body language reminds you of your cousin Zelda. You instantly think they’d get along like a house on fire. “What are your monsters like?”

“Monsters?” You tilt your head. “Be a little more specific bud, it depends on where you’re from.”

“You have that many?!”

“It depends on if you believe they’re real or not.”

“Speaking of monsters, can you fight?” The shortest walks up to you. You like that his tunic is stitched up with multiple colors and designs. It gives it personality, you think. “Do you have a weapon you’re more comfortable with?”

The question throws you off your rhythm and you don’t fight your wince. “What would happen if I say that I do not, in fact, have any sort of weapon on me?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.” Pink guy speaks up again. “That pack is huge, there has to be something in there.”

“It’s food, water and extra clothes my guy.” You lean back against said backpack since it won’t let you lay down with it still on. “Not a lot of space for anything else. I’m pretty good at hand to hand combat though. Karate’s a good way to fight out stress.” 

“Your bag’s not magic?”

“Why the hell would it be magic? ...Are you trying to tell me magic actually exists?” You raise an eyebrow as your eyes begin to close against your will. “I know my grandma said it does but I thought she meant like fairies and shadow demons.. and bigfoot. Can’t forget him, he’s the real MVP... You know...Children’s bedtime stories and stuff like that, it’s not real. But like magic magic? Magic items and the like? Find me Tinkerbell and I’ll show you Neverland, that’s what I say.”

“Are you serious?”

“Second star to the right, straight on till morning.” You respond.

There’s a moment of silence as the group in front of you processes your words. It’s hard to tell their reaction since you’re not looking at them but you no longer have the energy to do anything else.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” It’s the one they called Wild.

“I...” You try to open your eyes. They don’t budge. “I haven’t slept in nearly 20 hours... I think. I might have past 24 hours a while ago actually. Portal showed up at like four in the morning... I had to get up at six and I didn’t sleep at all before then.”

More silence.

“Great another one.” Someone scoffs.

You snort.

“Why did we pack up camp again?”

“No one kill me.” You say right before you lose consciousness. “Please and thank you.”

“They’re doomed.”

“Have some faith Vet. They stepped in for their little brother. That has to mean something?”

“They’re in for a rude awakening, and that’s all I have to say about it.”

[escapaldi]

Oh, I believe that you don’t seek it out, but I’ll be honest: past fandom experience has taught me to aggressively avoid YouTube for most things, and back when I was on there for One Piece things other than music, it was for AMVs or fansubbed episodes broken into three parts bc Funi hadn’t gotten dub rights yet. That’s ancient days in internet time--the website as a whole looked nothing like it did now. While I’m sure there’s plenty of fun fandom things on YouTube (and if you found some there, I’m very happy for you in all seriousness), there’s just so much to slog through of people being unnecessarily mean and negative and completely ignorant of what makes [media property] so good and meaningful that I just steer clear of the entire site except for listening to music or catching a trailer/clip. It’s why I like being on here so much, because I can follow people who might have cool art/fic or insightful meta rants (whether I agree with them or not), and can block the morons.

I mean, I survived SuperWhoLock while being a Steven Moffat fan on here and remember when Crunchyroll was the least-legit thing out there, so I’ve been around long enough to learn some things. If you want to keep going to YouTube, I can’t stop you and wish you godspeed, but I can almost guarantee that you’ll enjoy fandom more if you don’t go there.

All that being said, you are completely correct about Kid, OP, because his strength has been part of what kept Wano from going back to Kaidou and Company. His arrogance might be a weakness, but it does not make him weak by any means. It’s just that Oda went and nerfed him bad and instead of treating that like a “oh shit they took out Kid” moment (like it’s meant to be) it’s a “lol what a loser” moment and that’s poor literacy at work. You don’t deserve to have that weighing you down.

Man being a Kid fan kinda sucks. The Useless Mid jokes are already overplayed and I haven’t even been in this damn fandom that long.

Law needed Kid to take down Big Mom and vice versa.

What’s got Kid in a potentially fatal pickle is his stubbornness really. You need smarts in the New World which he’s not a stupid man. But he is bloodthirsty and maybe feeling some kinda high after beating Big Mom, he thought he could take on another.

He’s not weak at all. But the threats just keep escalating and you NEED to be careful.

[tsaritza-mika]

Unpopular Opinion #2

Honestly, I’m not gonna make too many of these. I love the Arcana and the majority of it’s fan base, and the miscellaneous art of all kinds that have come from it, but there’s just been a few things I need to get out of my head and out into the internet. As always, if you don’t agree, that’s fine and you’re free to go your own way. I am trying to apply some critical thinking here, so if that ain’t your thing, just keep on scrolling and godspeed my good dude.

Now that that’s done, more on some of the criticisms regarding Lucio...

Ok, this one gets me because it feels like some people were just so laser focused on certain things, that they ended up overlooking some very big hints about Lucio and his route. Lucio is basically almost NEVER in any sort of actual control of anything in any route, including his own. The only reason why Lucio had the ‘choice’ to start working on being better, was because in his route, MC seeks him out before doing anything else. Seems like an obvious thing to say, I know, but hear me out. In all other routes, MC goes everywhere else except Lucio’s rooms first thing. MC is the first one that we know of to try making direct contact with Lucio in at least 3 years, and thus, is given the opportunity to start influencing him and his thought process. Now, in the other 5 routes, you have to take a moment to think: if MC didn’t make contact, then maybe someone else did. It doesn’t really matter if it was the Devil themself, or any one of the Courtiers, because it all ended the same: Lucio was influenced to stay a piece of shit, and it was fine to stay that way and even encouraged. 

A part of what Lucio’s upright route was about, was him finally taking responsibility for being a selfish asshole, and still following everyone else who could possibly benefit or enrich him in some way. Thinking constructively about it, when we first really meet Lucio in his route, one of the first things he does is try making a deal with MC. That’s because MC, and essentially almost everyone else around him, has something he lacks, and in MCs case, it’s another magician who seems like they could help him if he offered the right reward. It’s another deal that he could essentially back out on if he either finds someone else who’s better, or MC doesn’t deliver in a way he wants. In his route, Morga said it best: Lucio was always best at shirking his responsibilities, and running from his problems.

Also, to that last point, Lucio is NOT some kind of cunning mastermind, and honestly, I’m so confused how people can think he is in any of the routes. At every turn, he’s only succeeding when he’s following what others say to do. When he’s guarding the entrance to the Devil’s realm in Julian’s route, he was either told to do that by the Devil themself, or he found out from any of the Courtiers that his biggest meal ticket was on the line. In Asra’s route, he stupidly followed Asra and MC over the ice in an attempt to stop them, rather than thinking more strategically. In Nadia’s route, he literally has the grandeur ripped from him to the point of groveling to MC for help, and even admitted he had been getting screwed over because he wanted to be THE G.O.A.T., not a literal goat.

In Muriel’s Upright route, there’s always a Courtier nearby to collect when he’s gathering up the hearts he promised, and there’s only two times he truly acted on his own: first was when he agreed to the games, and the other when he was facing off against Morga. With the games, was overconfident about his abilities, and thus, underestimated the determination and talent of his opponents. Even as a ghostly figure, Morga could tell when he agreed that he was making yet another mistake that was going to cost him. And when facing off with Morga, he used the only thing that even had a slight chance of working on her: the grudging love of a mother for her child. Morga relates very openly during Lucio’s route that she very much regrets the times she stepped in to help him in some way, and says how much she wishes she had just had it in her to kill him rather than giving him ‘a head start’ when he ran from the South.

Yes, we know he was a mercenary and lead his company, but it’s never said he was a ‘good’ leader, and it’s more than a little foolish to assume when we have no idea of the details of the time when he went from merc to heir apparent to Vesuvia after ‘saving’ his predecessor, Count Spada. For all we know, he could have pulled a fast one and took credit for someone else doing all the work, especially since we know him to be very opportunistic and has done similar things in the past. Lucio is knowledgeable on wilderness survival, navigation and terrain, and he’s at the very least a competent fighter. But his Intelligence and Wisdom stats leave a lot to be desired.

All of this aside, I will also say that despite everything I’ve said about him, I actually love Lucio. I love his character, and he’s one of my top favs out of the Main 6. I’m just also passionate about accurate depictions of characters I love, as well as character analysis in general.

[witchygirl99]

finding a photo of your enemy as a toddler, inukag

Ask, and you shall receive.

1800 words under the cut. Not edited. Written at work so it was a shoddy rush job and everything is very vague and you'll just have to accept this.

I'll write a proper, better video gamer AU one day. For now though...

Won't You Say (You Love Me, Too)

The thing is—

The thing is that Inuyasha isn’t meant to be here. Sure, he’s a little drunk. And sure, Koga’s stupid face dared him, because Koga is both stupid, has a face, and that face is stupid. Inuyasha didn’t have to listen, though. Inuyasha could have done a billion other things, like walk away, or laugh the dare off, or – or – could have even gotten himself another drink.

That… That would have been the smarter plan.

Inuyasha hiccups, flinching at the noise. He is so not supposed to be here.

“Inuyasha,” stupid Koga hisses from below. It’s probably supposed to be a whisper. It’s not. It’s like…quieter yelling, but yelling nonetheless.

Haughtily, Inuyasha glares down at his teammate. The window that he’s jimmied open to break into the Priestess House is still open. It’s unseasonably warm for an autumn night, but it’s strangely comforting. At least, Inuyasha thinks so. That could just be the alcohol talking, though.

“Inuyasha,” Koga hisses again, “what do you see?”

He blinks, frowns, and then squints into the dark room. There’s not a ton of illumination from either the moon, or the streetlights. He thinks, dimly, that this is a…bedroom? A bedroom. This is not, in fact, the office that they thought they were breaking into.

[Read the rest below the cut.]

He takes in a deep breath, brain pinging at him worriedly. He knows this scent. It’s familiar. Too familiar. Inuyasha should know whose room he’s in and it’s on the tip of his tongue – his nose? No, that’s not a saying – when Koga makes another hissing sound.

Ugh.

“What?” Inuyasha snarls, so desperate to glare out the window at his stupid teammate and at said stupid teammate’s face that he nearly stumbles. Bracing himself on the little table underneath, he makes a point to roll his eyes when the wolf demon waves alarmingly at him. “What is so urgent that you need to—”

“I hear them,” Koga whisper-yells, because he’s stupid. “They’re just down the street.”

“What?” he exclaims, but this time it’s desperate rather than irritated. “I thought Miroku said the girls would be gone for at least an hour.”

“Well, his intel is shit,” Koga replies. “Now get out!”

So much for sneaking into their offices to find out if any of their playing strategies would be visible. The regional gaming tournament is only two days away, and every single member of the six-person Priestess team has been dominating the competition. Their battle strategies have taken weaker characters and turned them into something surprisingly efficient. It should be impossible. Character stats don’t lie.

And yet. And yet. The women of the Priestess House have made a mockery of nearly everyone there. And the worst of them?

Kagome Higurashi. The absolute bane of his existence. She came onto the scene about three years ago, rising up the ranks. Inuyasha hadn’t even given her a second thought until The Incident last year.

The Incident, in which she—

“Inuyasha,” Koga hisses again, like an angry cat. A cat. Not a wolf. Inuyasha should tell him this. Inuyasha is desperate to tell him this. “You need to jump out the window, you fuck.”

Right. The Priestess girls were coming back. Kagome would be with them and that would be— That would be bad. Not just because of the breaking and entering, or the trespassing. It would be bad because Inuyasha would have to be around her for likely more than a minute, which would mean that he’d have to stare into those dark eyes and that too-kind smile – like they’re friends, which they are not – and then—

“For fuck’s sake, I’m going to leave you,” Koga states, and that finally drills through Inuyasha’s pretty drunk skull. Can skulls be drunk?

No?

Maybe.

“I’m coming,” Inuyasha replies, pushing upwards, but he’s an idiot. The table underneath him isn’t that sturdy, and so his pressure on it to climb back out the window from which he entered sends a picture frame crashing to the ground.

“Inuyasha!”

“Oh my god, say my name one more time and I will murder you!” Inuyasha snaps. Koga is not helping, that fucking fuck. “Hold the fuck on, we can’t let them know—” And he bends down to grab the frame and put it back. Hopefully whoever’s room this is won’t notice.

And then he sees the picture in the frame, practically mocking him. It’s fucking Kagome Higurashi, no more than four years old and clinging to a small baby who looks distinctly unhappy by the entire experience. It’s undoubtedly her. While there’s more chub to her cheeks, those are the same sparkling eyes and that’s the same beaming smile. He would know that smile anywhere because it always makes him feel off-balance, confused. No one just smiles at people, at strangers. No one just smiles at you while they’re getting destroyed in one-on-one battle, and then shakes your hand with that same happy smile when they’ve lost. They don’t use that exact same smile when they see you again later in the year, at another tournament, and only stop smiling when they beat you so badly—

Oh god.

Oh fucking god.

This is Kagome’s bedroom. This is Kagome’s bedroom and he’s in her room and—

Kagome Higurashi at four years old smiles the exact same way, and she’s clinging to a little boy and that’s a big purple dinosaur right beside her on the couch. A dinosaur. She likes dinosaurs, oh god this is the worst—

“Godspeed, fucker,” Koga whispers-yells. “We hardly knew ye!” There’s the distinct sound of bushes rustling. His own teammate has abandoned him. Inuyasha is going to commit murder.

Firmly putting down the picture frame, Inuyasha starts the careful climb back out the window. He’s got one leg out, half of his body strained to reach the little lip in the brickwork he climbed up earlier. His hands grab at the sill, twisting him, and then he sees it.

It.

The purple dinosaur.

It’s on her bed, perfectly placed and disgustingly cute.

“Oh no,” Inuyasha groans, and then promptly shoves himself out the window. It takes him ten precious seconds to balance, and then another ten seconds to close the window and hide the fact he ever broke in in the first place. At the first sound of voices, Inuyasha freezes against the brick, propped up in a little corner and distinctly not looking down. It’s not a far drop, but the last thing Inuyasha needs is to lose his balance, topple into the garden, and then have the Priestess women come running to see what the fuck happened.

He waits, breath nearly held, until they start opening the door. There’s enough fuss and discussion that Inuyasha feels safe in making his escape, running away like the hounds of hell are chasing him. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t look back.

When he finds Koga, lounging on the couch and drinking yet another beer at their shared gaming house, it takes a solid ten seconds of very slow counting to remind himself that murder is bad.

Besides, they have a tournament to win on Saturday.

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The next day, Inuyasha finds himself looking for purple dinosaurs on Amazon.

This is, well, not ideal.

“What are you doing?” Hachi asks, eyes narrowed in confusion and then widening in concern when Inuyasha flinches to hide this embarrassing lack of restraint. “Wow, okay.”

“Fuck off,” Inuyasha replies, but he’s too mortified to even make it mean-sounding. He just comes off as pathetic.

There’s a snort in the doorway, and Miroku comes bumbling in with a clipboard. He takes his duties as team manager far too seriously. “What did Hachi do wrong now?”

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Hachi replies, eyeing Inuyasha again. “He’s the one that went all crazy when I asked him what he was doing.”

“And what was he doing?” Miroku presses. He’s grinning like a fool because he’s the worst. The worst best friend a guy could ask for. Inuyasha doesn’t know why he’s teammates with these idiots. It’s bad enough he’s got to deal with Koga.

“I wasn’t do anything,” he tries, but Hachi’s just shaking his head.

“Looking at his phone. I don’t know.”

Miroku turns to him, a shark that smells blood in the water. “Your phone? Who are you texting?”

“No one,” Inuyasha scoffs. “Fuck off.”

This gets a nod, and he has one moment of hope that Miroku won’t push the issue when his best friend hums. “You’re right. You have no friends outside of this team.”

“I’m not his friend!” Koga yells from somewhere else in the house.

Inuyasha sighs.

“So you must have been watching something.”

“No,” Hachi argues, “he was holding his phone like this. He was reading something, or maybe scrolling?”

“Inuyasha can’t read!” comes Koga’s voice again. They all ignore him.

“You’re not on Instagram,” Miroku hums, playing fucking Sherlock Holmes. “And you’re definitely not on TikTok. Discord is just another form of talking to people, so that’s out.”

Growling, he shoves his phone in the pocket of hoodie and gets up. “I am leaving.”

“Ooh, he’s leaving,” his friend continues, blue eyes alight with something dangerously close to glee. “Fuck, it has to be about Kagome then. That’s the only time you get this pissy.”

“Ha!” Hachi laughs because he, too, is the worst.

“That’s my future wife!” Koga yells from the other room, but that’s just because he’s delusional. As if someone like Koga could fucking rub two braincells together enough to impress her. Inuyasha’s face does a thing at the very thought.

“Oh my god, it is!” Miroku cackles.

“No,” Inuyasha answers, and he thinks he does a pretty good job of remaining calm. “But fuck you, anyways.”

“Are you reading her Wikitubia again?” his friend asks and that is it—

“One time!” Inuyasha yells, storming away from the main room. “That was one time!”

His teammates’ laughter follows him all the way back to his bedroom. Shippo, rubbing at his eyes after his nap – because he acts like a literal child, it’s embarrassing – just stares at him confusedly. “What did I miss?”

Inuyasha doesn’t stop walking. “Absolutely fucking nothing.” He gets into his room, shuts the door with a disturbing amount of care, and then leaps onto his bed to try and suffocate himself with a pillow. The walls of their gaming house aren’t that thick. If he tries hard enough, Inuyasha could hear the shit they’re undoubtedly still talking about him.

One time, Inuyasha pathetically whines in his head. He was only caught staring at her Wikitubia page one time. He was sizing up the enemy. Looking for weaknesses to exploit. That’s the only reason he did it. Just like that’s the only reason he watches her YouTube videos religiously, at least once a day, and always at night once everyone else has fallen asleep.

It’s not because of anything weird. It’s because she’s the enemy. She’s the competition. Inuyasha must figure out a way to destroy her.

Later that night, when he goes back to re-watching an old YouTube video of hers – one Kagome had posted within the first month of her rise to so-called fame – that he sees it.

It.

The purple dinosaur.

Sitting propped up on some pillows, like a prized treasure.

“Motherfucker,” Inuyasha snaps. He doesn’t stop the video, though. There could be secrets. Weaknesses to exploit. Yadda yadda yadda, he’s not in denial, this is only his third time watching it, blah blah—

Kagome smiles in the video and his chest does the thing.

Inuyasha sighs. Miroku can never, ever see his browsing history.

X+X

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